Incase you missed the blurb, I rated this an M although it isn't massively graphic, however it is relatively explicit sex.
This story is uncompleted because I might add further smut stories to this doc, but this individual one-shot (ie chapter) is completed.
I'll leave it with you to decide whether or not you wish to read this, but if you do I hope you enjoy, and please leave a review!
Rose x
Sybil's eyes couldn't help but wander above the pages of her book to peak over at her husband. She watched, with great satisfaction, as Tom undressed for bed, dramatically throwing her head down every time he glanced her way. Of course he knew she was watching him, but he didn't mind one bit. After all, it wasn't as if it was anything she hadn't seen before.
The city of Dublin had been smothered in a heat wave these past few weeks, which had led to a challenge between the young couple. Whoever disposed of their nightclothes first, therefore sleeping bare, would have to wash and dry the dishes for the entire week. It was, like all games, fun at first. But now, nine days in, they had realised their mistake. This fault in the plan was one neither were prepared to admit, yet it tortured them both deeply. For of course, not being allowed to enter bed naked held more problems, and indeed tension, than they'd anticipated.
Tom clambered onto the covers beside his beloved, en route opening the window to allow a breeze to sweep the furnace-like room.
Sybil did her best to keep her attention solely on her book and not on the hand that was tracing the hem of her nightdress. However, her eyelids fell closed and just in time she suppressed a giggle when his lips joined this place on her chest.
"It's too hot," she managed to whisper, tracing a single finger over the thin layer of stubble on his jawline.
"For what?" his voice was deep, so very deep, and hoarse with longing for her, which, of course, did little to assist Sybil in her quest of refusal. She always had found this side of Tom so very, very attractive. But she would not give in this easily. Oh no, he would need to try much harder than this. And, secretly of course, she desperately hoped he would.
"Sharing body heat," she explained, running her palm down his neck and across his chest, tracing the shape of his hard muscles that were imprinted on his shirt. Her voice was beautifully innocent as she said, "We should go to sleep, darling,"
He kissed and nipped her neck, and almost, almost, a hum escaped her lips. "Love, if you're hot take off your gown."
"That'll mean I lose. And we can't have that."
She bent her wrist down his trousers and circled his waist repeatedly, teasing him.
"We can have that," he insisted, a sharp intake of breath his only response to her actions. "My darling, darling, Sybil," his lips moved further down her chest, closer to where they both desired him to go.
She, in response, moved her hand down his inner thigh, stroking his skin. She could feel him begin to harden, and with a triumphant smile she murmured, "Shall I take your trousers off?"
He mocked, "That'll mean I lose. And we can't have that."
"We can have that,"
She shuffled down so he hovered directly above her, but neither lost their hold on one another.
He whispered against her ear, "There's a problem with summer. A very serious one."
His actions turned her response into more of a whimper. "Oh?"
"The heat makes you remove clothes. And that means I can't resist you."
"I have my clothes on."
"Not for much longer."
"Really? I'm not so sure..."
He pressed his lips against the bulge of her cleavage which was not sheltered by the cotton and whispered, "Really,"
She wanted him to go lower just as much as he did.
She caved ever so slightly, deeply sighing with the sensation of his soft lips and sharp nibble, and she arched her back so their bodies were pressed together. Next she traced his groin and he softly moaned in desperation, needing her just as fiercely as she needed him.
He said into her neck, "I don't remember any rule specifying where we can sleep naked, other than the bed."
She turned her face so their cheeks were touching and lightly giggled with passionate excitement and honest relief. However, the former emotion greatly overpowered the latter. "That is a very good thought."
He withdrew himself and she rose promptly after, both shredding their clothes as they ran to the sofa.
Once there she crashed down and, considerably gentler, he lowered himself on top. With wild passion they smashed their lips together, losing all control of their tongues' exploration but managing (just about) to keep their hands in check. Their skin was hot, so hot it burnt in beautiful, hypnotic fire that took over.
She ripped apart her legs and sealed them around him, squeezing his waist as he entered her centre.
Both were gasping and panting and moaning and aching for more of this beauty, this liberation, this perfection that they found in only each other.
After, they returned to bed nude, but both had temporarily forgotten their challenge. There was a game on their minds, however - a marvellous, spectacularly thrilling game that with each other, neither could lose.
Sybil spoke first.
"That was wonderful."
"It always is." His finger circled her breast before running down her breastbone and continuing to trace the curves of her other.
She whispered, "I think we're both on washing up duty this week,"
His lips curled upward slightly. "I reckon so,"
"I don't know how I ever lived without... that,"
She soon joined in with his laugh; it was a contagious, heavenly sound that filled her heart with a warm spark each time she heard it.
Their laughter died down and his expression fell serious. "Sybil..."
"Mm?"
"You'd tell me, wouldn't you? If I ever pushed you too far,"
"You know I would. I love you, Tom. And with love comes honesty and trust."
He pulled her close, but this time in a safe, comforting manner. He kissed her head and she burrowed into his warmth, no longer concerned with the earth's heat yet desperately savouring his. The blankets beneath them were cool, and in his arms she would only ever feel contentment.
With a perfect end to the night, he whispered, "I love you too, Sybil. Very, very much."
