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Chapter 24 – Sunday Morning
I can feel the sunlight starting to creep through the blinds, but I'm nowhere near ready for it to be morning. A soft rain falls beyond the window, occasional hard drops pinging against the window glass. The pattering is soothing and I take in the scene – ready to lose myself in it and block out the world.
My whole body is sore – every inch of me tender yet satisfied in the best way possible. The bare skin of my back and side are perfectly warm against the perfect body behind me – the kind of warmth that makes you sleep in on a snow day or take a full afternoon's nap in the sun. Her face burrows a little closer to the back of my neck, her nose nuzzling against me as her soft lips press the echo of a kiss against just behind my ear. She mumbles something unintelligible as her form shifts and her arm pulls me in closer, closing the miniscule gap between our bodies.
"esm slove you" she mumbles into me. My lips instinctively turn up into a smile and I pull away from her just a bit. The whine that escapes her is adorable, as is the deep pout her mouth forms before I roll over to face her. My arm drapes over her torso, my palm coming to rest squarely over her naked spine and pulling her to me. Our chests meet and a soft "hmmm" of contentment resonates from her throat. Her arms comes back up around me, mirroring the position of my own and gives me a light squeeze and a sigh before her breathing evens out again and I know she's fully, deeply, asleep. I lean in close, brushing my lips against hers as softly as I can manage – not wanting to wake her, but needing to feel her against me. She meets my kiss with a barely there pursing of her lips before I drop my head back down on the pillow and embrace the warmth of the bed.
"Yes. Paige. Please, yes." The words fall out me before I even realize I've said them. Startled, I stare deeply into her eyes, hoping she's feeling the same urgency I am. Her eyes are full of fire, burning with an intensity I've seen only in flashes. There is no break in the force of her gaze now though. She's staring so hard she might just burn me from the inside out.
I know this is pushing things too far too fast. My brain is screaming at me to stop, but my body is telling my brain to fuck off. I need to feel soft skin beneath my fingertips. I need warmth, passion. Sensation and dear God, I need some release. Paige needs to rest her ribs, let her hand recover fully before this goes any further, but by the look in her eyes I know she's done waiting. Who am I to deny her?
I sit up a little straighter, knees firmly rooted to the bed on either side of Paige's lap. I arch my back and allow more of my weight to settle upon her thighs. My hands briefly lace with hers on my hips before I drag my fingers up her arms, across her collar and shoulders, up the sides of her neck, and into her thick hair. I pull her to me, bringing our lips back together in a scorching kiss. The sensation of Paige's kiss leaves me lightheaded and I'm grateful for her steady hands grasping at my body, holding me to her, pulling me closer with every passing moment. My fingers thread through her locks, pressing her firmly to me. The longer our bodies keep in contact, the less I'm able to slow things down.
The room seems to smolder around us – the air is heavy and hot, the entire atmosphere charged and full of electricity, like an oncoming thunder storm.
Before I have any more opportunity to talk myself out of letting this happen, I bring my hand down to Paige's shoulder and gently push her back on the bed. I let myself follow her down until I'm laying half on top of her – still carefully avoiding her bruises – and bringing one leg to rest between hers. Her eyes widen at the feeling of me on the inside of her thigh. I smirk at her for just a moment before adjusting my body to be more fully on her, bending my knee slightly and bringing the top of my thigh up to rest firmly against the apex of her legs. A sharp intake of breath issues from her mouth, her eyes locking on mine ferociously before she pulls our lips back together and draws me in close.
A low growl reverberates through the room, stirring me from my half sleep. Is Paige snoring? That's really cute. The sound cuts off as quickly as it started.
I let my body melt into hers, limbs heavy with sleep and eyes still not ready to open. I feel her chest beneath my hand, soft skin and a steady heartbeat keeping rhythm with my own; lulling me back into an easy doze as the wind picks up outside the window.
After a few minutes, or hours perhaps, the low growl is back and getting progressively louder. The room is vibrating very slightly and I lay my ear against Paige's chest. She's not snoring after all. I'm not sure where the sound is coming from, but I really don't care right now. Paige pulls me in close, holding me to her and pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of my head, clearly still in a deep slumber. I feel myself drift again.
There are flashes beyond my eyelids. I lay in confusion for a moment before snapping awake expecting to catch someone at the foot of the bed taking photos of us again. The room is empty though, but for the two of us wrapped together on the bed and the sound of the storm rolling in. The rain is coming down harder now, a stream of fat raindrops letting out squishy spattering noises as they tumble off the roof edge and onto the ground just below the window sill. I release a breath I didn't know I was holding, letting my head fall back against the pillows once again. Paige is miraculously still asleep beside me – resting undisturbed for the first time in weeks. I lay on my side, head held up by my palm, and just take her in.
Her face is completely relaxed - eyes fluttering lightly behind closed lids, lips barely parted, cheeks pink, and lacking any kind of worry or concern. She looks so young, so beautiful. And mine, I notice with a mental pat-on-the-back, letting my fingers fall to a very light purplish mark at the curve of her neck. She sighs out heavily as my hands gently touch her sleeping form. I trace her eyebrows, the slope of her nose – I can't help but ghost a kiss over her lips with my own instead of my fingers – my thumb runs smoothly over the angle of her jaw and to her neck before I rest my hand on her shoulder and resume my stare. She'd never let me just look at her like this when she's awake. She'd just blush and tell me I was making her self-conscious. But God, just…look. I sigh and lay my head back down, letting my eyes continue to trace her features – watching her eyes flutter beneath her lids and her features twitch in sleep and dreams. After some time, my eyelids become heavy again and though I try and fight off sleep, I'm losing this battle quickly and completely.
"THHHHROOOOMMMMMM!"
The whole house seems to tremor. The glass of the window rattles, the photos on the wall clatter, and Paige wakes with a start beside me. I know my whole body jumped at the sound as well.
"TTTHHHHHHRROOOOOMMMM! GRRRRRRMMMMMMRRRRR!"
"Em! What's going on? Are you ok?" I look up at her worried face and can't contain the giggle bubbling up in my chest. Try as I might, it works its way up and out of my mouth. She frowns. I put my hand over my lips to try and stifle the sound, but to no avail. I'm laughing in earnest now and she's looking at me like I've lost my mind.
"CRRRRAAAAAARMMMKKKKKSSHHHHHH!"
She jumps again. Looking around in a mild panic before taking in all the signs. Though it is clearly well after sunrise, the world outside the window is barely lighter than the room. The rain is pouring down in sheets against the window now. Frequent blasts of light are flashing through the room; lightning brightens the rain darkened sky outside in bursts. Another low rumble starts in the distance, followed by a sharp crack that sounds like it's just outside the house. She lets her body fall heavily back down into the bedding, head hitting the pillow with a whoosh and all the tension leaving her body as she realizes nothing bad is happening – just a continuation of last night's storm.
I look at her face once again, still smiling widely but managing to contain my laughter finally. "You alright, darling?" I ask tentatively, running my index finger along her ribcage, very softly to avoid putting any pressure on her bruises. She looks at me with flashing eyes – flashes that have nothing to do with the lightning outside.
"I'm good. Really good. You?"
"I'm…spectacular." I grin up at her, letting her know how great I'm feeling this morning. She smiles brightly back at me. "You ready to get up? I don't know what time it is, but I'm guessing probably…" She cuts me off with a playful kiss.
"No. I'm not ready to get up. I could stay in here all day."
Our bodies are moving together now, pushing and pulling against each other without hesitation. The rest of our clothes are long forgotten on the floor somewhere, the last bit of bashfulness leaving when Paige's fingers slowly dragged down the outside of my thighs, taking my favorite underwear with them and dropping them beside the bed. I felt so exposed, but one kiss from my love made me remember I didn't need to hide a single thing.
We no longer need any barriers. Today was the end of all of that – no more secrets, no more lies, nothing to keep us apart from the full, open, and honest truth. I love her. She loves me. I am giving her all of myself and she's giving all of her back to me without a second thought.
A rather loud gasp issues from her lips and before I can register the movement, she's rolled us over and is hovering over me, a loving but predatory smile on her face. She kisses my face, across my jaw, and down my neck – nipping at soft skin, probably leaving plenty of marks to admire in the daylight. A flash of lightning fills the room for a moment; backlighting her silhouette and making this all seem like a dream. But even my best dreams have never been this good.
Her hand is running confidently over my stomach, trailing up slowly before smoothing over my breast. I gasp. She doesn't stop. Her palm skims my hardened nipple and I arch my body further into her touch. I reluctantly let my eyes slip shut with the sensation, seeing the flashes of light in the room and the fireworks behind my eyelids. A low rumble of thunder picks up slowly outside.
My head is thrown back against the pillows when I feel it. Warmth. Smoldering against my chest as hot, open-mouthed kisses cover my breasts, a steady hand caressing and soothing in its wake. My body arches like a drawn bow and I almost buck Paige from on top of me. I can't take it anymore. I shift my hips and roll her back beneath me.
Her look of shock is quickly dissipated as I run my own mouth across her chest, reveling feel of her burning skin beneath my lips – the taste of her against my tongue. But it's not enough. My hands are not idle as my mouth explores, running up and down her bare sides – careful of her bruises – causing her to jump and buck lightly against my body. I bring my lips back to hers, kissing her fiercely, as I let my hand drag a slow caress from her sternum to her hip bone. I trace the protrusion of her hip before circling my fingers and moving slightly down her thigh. Her gasp breaks our kiss and she looks at me with anticipation. I give her a soft smile, and an even softer kiss, before continuing.
My fingertips move lightly over damp hair and down until my palm cones to rest on her pubic bone and I'm holding her fully, intimately, and her breathing stops. I look down and see my hand – moving slightly as though checking to see if it's really me – and a sudden rush of heat courses through my veins, cumulating in a throaty moan that bursts from me without permission. I look to Paige, feeling sheepish for the noises I've made, but her eyes are so clear with arousal that I can't help but let loose with another moan. She looks at me with trepidation for a moment before kissing me soundly – biting my lower lip and gliding her tongue against mine without abandon - before separating again and meeting my gaze. She nods slightly. When I don't respond, her nod becomes more enthusiastic, emphatic, and I finally act. My fingers move from their rest and I very lightly trace the length of her sex with my middle finger, gasping as I feel the heat and wetness of her. Crying out with pleasure and relief. My brain short circuits and starts to shut down. I add more pressure to my touch, stroking her in earnest now, and she lets out the sweetest, sexiest half-gasp half-whimper, and I'm gone.
Adrenaline. Pure, scalding hot adrenaline is coursing through my veins. It spurs me on and I become invincible in this moment.
My fingers continue to stroke her wet heat, running along her soaked lips, dipping between and reveling in every bit of wetness that has gathered around my hand. My middle finger explores deeper as my index and ring finger continue to stroke in a steady rhythm. Paige is writhing under me, panting hard into the room and letting me take my time learning her. I am game to let this slow burn simmer all night, but the motion of her hips and the shortness of her breath makes me want- more than anything else in this world – to watch her come undone at my hands.
I bring the pads of two fingers up to ghost over her sensitive clit. She bucks and whimpers and I know its right. I repeat the motion several more times before adding more pressure and starting to work slow circles around the nub. The whimpers have turned into gasps. I look at her face – flushed heavily, slightly sweaty, head tilted back slightly, eyes clamped shut, and her perfect mouth is open just enough that her tongue flicks over her bottom lip as struggles for breath. I push myself up to lie beside her, fingers never stopping their ministration. I lean down and take that bottom lip between my own, letting my tongue glide over it before I feel Paige's mouth open fully and she pulls me into a kiss so deep I think we're melding into one being. Her hand cups the back of my head and her braced arm comes up around my back holding me close.
She pulls back with what looks like a lot of effort and looks me square in the eyes. "Em. Please?" I search her expression for any sign of hesitation. Finding nothing but love, I slowly drag my fingers down to her entrance and slip one finger inside of her. She cries out at the intrusion. I cry out at the force of the heat and resistance I'm met with. I enter her slightly at first, letting her acclimate to the new sensation. Her walls are pulsing against my finger and dear God; I don't want this feeling to ever go away.
Her hips begin to move – just barely – and I take that as a sign she's ready for me to move. I pull back, bringing my finger almost completely out of her before slowly pressing back in. Her cries are nothing short of magic. The storm outside intensifies yet again – rain pounding on the roof, thunder echoing through the house. As her body adjusts to me, I add another finger and feel her clench down on me as her eyes shoot fully open and blaze into my own. I'm afraid that – though she is clearly enjoying my touch –she won't be able to come like this alone. So I reach up and grab her hand before kissing it and placing her fingers against her slick and swollen clit. She breaks our eye contact, embarrassed.
"Don't look away" I tell her sharply, letting her know I want to look into her eyes as she comes for me. She nods slightly, obviously nervous, before slowly circling her own clit with her fingers. I resume my movements within her. After a few long minutes she takes her hand away, still looking at me. "I don't need…I mean…I just need. Oh God…just you, Em."
I nod in agreement and push into her harder than before. Picking up speed and twisting my fingers slightly to find the best angle, I feel her body begin to tremble as her hips buck into every thrust of my hand. She pulls me down so I'm practically on top of her, kissing my lips, my face, my shoulders – anywhere she can reach – all the while letting out the sweetest sounds. I feel her walls tightening around me, pulsing thickly and pulling me in deeper. I try my best to keep up, pushing deeper and harder until her body feels as though it's about to break. She uses her free, slightly wet hand to pull my face away from her own and stares at me with wild eyes.
She flushes, her thighs tremble harshly, and with one last long moan gasped out between her lips, her orgasm takes over and she's like a woman possessed. My fingers are squeezed so tightly in her vice grip, but I feel no pain. Her eyes never leave mine as she climbs to her peak, finally breaking contact as they roll back into her head and her body arches off the bed. Her hair is wild, a light sheen of sweat coating her skin, head thrown back, and I'm taking careful note of the vision. This is all I want. All I need.
The flashes from the lightning crashing outside are bright enough to light the entire room. Flickers of white hot light illuminate her perfect body sear this vision into my brain. It is magnificent.
She is magnificent.