Written for TLS's Flash-fic Fridays. Prompt by Jaime Arkin. (gif of a couple in bed, the man licking his hand. In other words, HOT)
I couldn't be happier as I feel your lithe body suddenly cover mine in the semi-darkness. "Mmmmm."
"Shhh. We have to be quick," you murmur against my neck. "This'll be over before it starts if we're caught."
You lick what I know to be a hot trail up your large hand, and before I can even think about being quiet or caught, you're inside me.
I cry out, and again you shush me. "We don't have...much time," you grunt out as your hips move feverishly against my own.
"I know, I know. God." My fingernails rake down your bare back, over sinewy muscle, and I revel in the hiss that escapes you.
These frantic rendezvous are rare for us, and we take all we can get from each other in this short window of time we've found between responsibility and obligation.
"Fuck, baby. So wet. I've missed being inside you."
"Missed you," I whimper as my hips buck up against you. I've missed your weight on me. It happens so infrequently—especially over the last several months.
The sweet tension builds, craving release as you move above me, filling me again and again in the most perfect and familiar way.
My wail of ecstasy cannot be stifled as I'm thrown into orgasm. Another wail pierces through your groan as you follow me, pulsing deep.
"I'll get her," you say through puffs of hot breath against my breasts.
I watch as you slide off me, off the bed and pull your pajama pants back on. I sigh as your delectable ass disappears from view.
She's woken her sisters as well, and suddenly the bed contains five of us instead of two, sunlight bouncing off small, bronze-haired heads. Giggles replace moans; tickles replace frenzied touches, and still, I couldn't be happier.
