I am loving writing this non-serious story ... my mind trails everywhere ... more chapters to come!
Hope you all enjoy this chapter ... x
Taking the last sip of her wine she pushed herself up out of the tub, the sound of water twirling down the drain as she wrapped herself in a large white towel. Running a brush through her messed up hair, and drying herself off, she slipped herself into her pajamas: she usually slept in a pair of short shorts and tank top however she felt rather pleased with the option she had chosen to pack as it would be less revealing to her newly acquired room mate.
Her hand on the door knob, she paused for a moment wondering how she would survive the night; he was being overly flirty and sort of attentive and that intrigued her. As much as the woman in her tingled with the prospect of male attention, the rule-loving Raydor was not far from her mind; not wanting to give too much to FID to work with if this ever bit her in the ass.
Making her way back into the main room the sight in front of her amused her, he had made himself at home, sitting with the covers up to his waist, a grey pair of pants slung low, her red silk dressing gown wrapped around his bare torso.
A light laugh left her throat as his eyes left the TV to meet hers, "Why the hell are you wearing that" a smile no longer contained.
"Well I sleep only in bottoms and then I thought maybe it'd be too distracting for you… besides I think this makes me look a little Hugh Heffner" a light chuckle leaving his throat as she watched his eyes follow her around the room.
"Well Mr Heffner, you are in the wrong room I'm afraid" the smile still plastered across her face.
"Of course I am, otherwise there'd be two other women in this bed with us" his eyes moving from the bed back to her back to the bed, his eyebrows raised.
All she could do in response was throw one of the lounge pillows in his direction; as he let out another laugh.
"Speaking of bed attire, I never pictured the Captain dressed like that for bed" his eyes looking her up and down once again. She noted he seemed to do that often.
She had chosen to bring her comfy pajama's: a long pair of cotton pants covered in Cookie Monsters, a black string tank hugging her upper body.
"And what did you picture your Captain wearing to bed…. Choose you words wisely Lieutenant" a cheeky smile returning to her face. They had used titles tonight in the flirty nature of conversation as the moment they began using Andy and Sharon the situation would get all too real.
"Oh, something more Victoria Secret; short, very short" she watched him eye her up and down one more time, he was clearly picturing her in something less Seaseme Street.
"What a shame and I was just about to pack that … guess that's just one more thing you're not getting tonight…" her body now moving back towards the bed, pulling back the covers, another laugh escaping as she pictured the look of disappointment. Getting in she began to place the pillows down the middle of the bed, his face questioning her.
"So I guess two more women in this bed is out of the question…" his question met with a slap on the chest as she sent one of the pillows in his direction.
Shimming herself down onto the mattress she turned out the light, the clock on the beside table reading 10.28pm as she flicked off the light.
"Hey Captain … I can't sleep… you know what could cure that?" a smile on his lips even noticeable in the dark.
"Good night Andy" the tone more flirty then intended.
She woke to his lips on her neck, his body towering over her as his hot breath sent tingles down her spine, her back arching with every kiss. His lips still trailing down her neck, continuing to the sensitive spot just beneath her breasts along the bone, the spot that caused her to gasp for air each time as his hand parted her legs to rub the top inner part of her thigh.
Her lips aching to feel his, needing to feel the touch; her hand grabbing a fist of hair to bring his eyes back to hers as his lips approach hers.
The kisses deep and passionate, layered with lust and desire to feel closer then close; to have skin on skin contact. All the while his hand still moving up and down her inner thighs, causing friction, her core starting to ache, as her hips buck as her body yearns for him to hurry up.
The only words she can express are hums of pleasure and gasps for air, her body forcing him to roll over to allow her on top; the foreplay is sensual but she needs him now and she can feel it against her thigh.
Her hands dig into the sheets as she feels him enter her, the gentle rocking back and forth turns into something more rhythmic as their bodies connect.
She is unsure what leaves her lips as the words of no no no leave her… her body tingling with excitement, as the nerves in her body hit a state of complete pleasure. The rocking continues building to a climax, his lips still trailing kisses, his hands continuing to explore her body, touching spots that many men fail to hit. Her gasps bringing each vibration in her body closer.
Her hands claw his skin as he rolls her over once more, this time taking charge, his body pushing down on her as he brings her to the brink, not once, not twice but four times, teasing her each time with anticipation. Her hands are all over him as she grasps his hips pulling him closer.
As the explosion hits like a tidal wave over her body, his lips once again returned to her neck keeping the kisses frequent, as he hands pull her in close, his face then nuzzles into her hair as she feels him smile against her neck.
Her eyes slowly opened as she awoke lying stomach down on the mattress, her face positioned inwards to where the pile of pillows had been built; his face only centimeters from hers, a puzzled look plastered across her face. 'How the hell did he remove the pillows without me knowing?' her face dropping even more when she realized the hand lying across her hip and down her thigh was not her own.
As she began to move slowly he began to stir her mind flicking back to the night before. The images so vivid, so passionate.
"How the hell did you penetrated the barrier" her voice low, as if whispering to him so no one else could hear, her chosen words causing him to smile as she realized what she had said.
"You were flipping around in your sleep last night, mumbling, could only understand a few words of no and then you told me to hold you" his eyes averting to his hand which lay against the cotton of her pajama's as it moved away.
"Oh, must have been another night terror again" an awkward smile appearing on her lips as her mind flickered images of two naked beings, his hands through her hair as his lips crushed hers. A dream; it was a dream…
"They happen infrequently …" her voice trailing off not wanting to discuss this any further.
"You seemed to move a lot … guess there's more then one thing to do in bed to get exercise" a light laugh leaving his throat.
She couldn't help but admire him in his half awake state, his hair pillow ridden, his naked torso barely covered by the blanks.
Shaking her head she pushed herself out of bed, forcing the thoughts to the back of her mind unsure if she had been more vocal than he had admitted too.
"I need coffee …" grabbing a change of clothes she headed to the bathroom, changing into fitted jeans, white v-neck t-shirt and kaki green jacket, slipping on a pair of flats as she passed by the bed.
Making her way to the bedroom she paused for a second, spinning her body around as his eyes followed her, her lips smiling as a thought circulated around her head.
"Oh Lieutenant, there's quite a few things to do in bed for exercise, if you're doing them right" and with that she exited room, sure he had a smile plastered on his face.
Yes, this was going to be an interesting weekend.