"What else have you got in there?" Booth asked.
Brennan peered into the bag like a kid looking into their easter basket. "Oh, some chocolate sauce..." Her eyes came up to meet Booth's with that simmering look again, and again he felt himself stir. Damn......how could she make a simple glance so freaking hot?
"....and just some fresh fruit, I wanted some, I won't have any at my place and I wanted to pick some up. got some bacon and eggs for you.....you're staying overnight, you I think you're gonna be hungry tomorrow. She glanced up at Booth again.....and he stirred again....
"I do now." thought Booth with a grin.
Brennan seemed content to sit in the middle of the seat, snap her gum, and snuggle Booth, her head on his shoulder, the rest of the way to her place. Booth enjoyed the warmth and affection of the simple way she snuggled to him and popped her gum occasionaly, he got the oddest image of them being two teens out on a forbidden date and just driving around aimlessly so they could be together...... they certainly had been acting like a couple horny teens, Booth thought with another smile.
But he couldn't help it that from time to time his mind would wander to the whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and that look Brennan gave him a few times. By the time they reached her place, he felt a definate willingness to explore some options with certain dessert toppings....
Arm in arm they reached her room, Booth's anticipation rising the whole way...and that wasn't all...
Brennan unlocked the door, and they went inside, and as soon as the door closed Booth crushed her against the inside of the door and smothered her with kisses.
Brennan pushed him off and said a trifle breathlessly, "Go take a shower while I put this stuff away."
"You not gonna join me?" a slightly disappointed Booth asked.
"Not now. Go shower, then its my turn. We can shower together later..." With a wink she eeled her way out of his grasp and headed for the kitchen, saying over her shoulder as she went, "You know where the towels are, get busy."
Booth stood in the shower, hot water cascading down his body. He soaped up his muscular torso and wished it were Brennan's hands applying such cleansing touches. He washed lower, and REALLY wished it were Brennan. His mind started to wander to recent events in the parking garage, and in the SUV outside the store.....and he looked down and as he slowly gripped and soaped his once again long, hard, throbbing organ, he mused to himself that any worries about him performing up to snuff when he got to Brennan's place were wholely unfounded.....
Booth came out of the shower, a towel wrapped low on his hips, rivulettes of water still trailing down across his chest. Brennan met him just outside the door with her towels and other assorted shower accessories, eyed him up and down, smiled, then stepped up and with probing tongue and soft lips suckled a drop of water off his left nipple.
Booth's eyes involuntarily closed in pleasure, the sensation went through his body like high voltage electricity through a wire, and seemed to go directly to his groin, where it settled and sizzled and smoldered there....and the towel did little to hide his reaction.
Brennan stepped back, looked down, smiled, reached out and gripped him through the towel, and squeezed..squeezed....squeezed....and said, "Nice to see you're back......don't go anywhere till I get finished my shower......I won't be long."
"Ohhh...O..OK" Booth moaned.....although he felt she was more talking to his dick than she was to him, because she didn't look up , just gave it a final squeeze and then skipped into the bathroom.
But whatever,apparently neither he nor it were leaving any time soon.
Booth went into the kitchen and got a drink of water. "Topping up" he chuckled to himself. He slowly drank a couple glasses, then took a look at some of the fruit Brennan had bought. Some apples, a bunch of grapes, and a basket of peaches. Booth loved peaches. He grabbed one, wandered into the living room, sat on the couch and took a big bite of the peach. It was ripe to perfection. Sweet and really juicy, he noted, as he wiped away peach juice that was ready to drip off his chin.
Booth took another bite, and was absentmindedly chewing on that when Brennan appeared before him with a pleasently inadequately sized towel knotted around her, and holding whipped cream in one hand, and the bottle of chocolate sauce in the other.
She held each out, and said "Make your choice."
Booth said nothing, and just looked from one to the other. Then his eyes settleled on Brennan's. They then proceeded to wend a slow, meandering and rather lascivious course down her body from there, to her lips, then down over her neck and shoulders, settling on the knot in the towel between her breasts..before resuming their lazy, scorching journey downward, to travel the length of her legs right to her feet, then back up again, slowly retracing their course before settling on Brennan's eyes again.
Temperence, who had come into the room meaning to be in control of the situation for a while, stood slightly flustered, her heart pounding from the searing caress of Booth's eyes. She marveled at how only his eyes on her body could turn her on more than any other man's actual touch had ever done.
"P...pick one" she stammered.
Booth hesitated, then reached up and took both from her.
"Hey, you were only supposed to pick one..." Brennan said.
Both carefully put each item down on the coffee table beside the partially eaten peach, and said, "I made my choice" and reached up and hooked the towel off of Brennan with a deft flick. His eyes traveled slowly over her now naked body, this time with a very predatory gleam to them.......
Brennan felt a thrill of excitement rush through her. Booth often managed to make her feel like she was being looked at like this for the first time. She loved that feeling....
.....and it was obvious from one look at his towel, that he was enjoying what he saw.
Booth reached up for her and pulled her down into his arms. She melted into him, and he held her and gave her a long, burning, passionate kiss, then he picked her up and lay her on the couch, and sat beside her.
His eyes raked her form again then he leaned to her and kissed her lips searchingly. His hands were all over her as he kissed her lips and face and neck. He nibbled and kissed and nipped as he worked his way across her collarbone and down her chest. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, while gently kneading and squeezing the other with his fingers.
Booth was bent on pleasing Brennan this time. "It IS her turn, after all" he thought. He was going to do his best to do just that.
Brennan was sighing and gasping, her heart racing, and she completely forgot about the chocolate and whipped cream as Booth's lips and hand's made their scorching journey all over her body. As Booth's lips enflamed the nerve ending in her nipples and breasts, his hands quested over her body, one sliding up her thigh till it encountered her moist opening. With gentle pressure he slide his finger up the line of her pussy, just hard enough to slip along the inside of the lips of it , , feeling her moistness and heat. At the top he found her hardening clit, and swirled his finger around it with a practiced motion.
Brennan's breath hitched, and her hips thrust up begging for more. Booth sucked and nibbled at her breasts, then he slowly eased himself down beside brennan as his mouth leisurly made its way toward where his hand was wringing spasms of pleasure from her.
He kissed and licked his way down past her navel. Combined with the delicious torture his finger was giving her clit, the promise of Booth's tongue taking over that job had Brennan whimpering and moaning and pushing Booth's head toward that goal.
Brennan moaned loudly as Booth slide his finger deep inside her, and she shouted his name. "OHHH BOOTH!!" and clutched and pushed at his head as his tongue encircled her clit. MMMM, she tasted good. As Booth worked lower, he ended up with his hips near Brennan's chest. She unconsciously reached up under his towel and gripped his hardening cock, and began to mindlessly squeeze and stroke it, the speed of her stroking dependant on the feelings of pleasure Booth was giving her.
Brennan's utterings were reduced to whimpers, moans, gasps and groans as her hips twitched to Booth's magical hands and loving mouth. She stroked him faster....faster....as Booth's efforts increased...
Booth thought to himself "Good thing I came a couple times already...this is intense" Then he had another thought that maybe he'd try one of Brennan's "toppings" just for fun.
He stopped what he was doing, to Brennan's needful moan, and looked to the coffee table. As he did, a third thought came to him. He remembered once hearing something about peaches, and how they combined surprisingly well with........on an impulse, he grabbed the half eaten peach......