AN: This is a bonus sexy fluff chapter for my story The Way Young Lovers Do. It comes, so to speak, inbetween chapters 23 and 24. Thanks for reading!
ML x
In the cottage bedroom, the shutters were closed and the room was softly lit by the diffused sunlight filtering through the wooden slats across the windows. On the ceiling, the skylight showed a rectangle of pure blue sky and allowed a cool blue light through that gently illuminated the room below.
Laura lay down on the bed, her hand still in Robbie's as she settled down on top of the duvet, resting her head onto the soft pillows. Sometimes when they made love, by the time they reached the bed, their clothes had been discarded in a rush; but this time was different. Laura was mindful of Robbie's bruises and aches. Instead of her usual fervor she wanted to take her time so as not to hurt him. She knew if she aggravated his pain he wouldn't show it, so she took extra care to make sure there wouldn't be any undue pain to his injuries.
Robbie got onto the bed with her, and lying next to her kissed her, his hand cupping her cheek with a gentle touch. It seemed to him that time was at his bidding, there was no rush. As he leant in to kiss her and she felt the softness of his lips and the freshly shaved smoothness of his face on hers, her hands went to the back of his head and his back in a gentle caress.
In turn, Robbie felt Laura's lips and mouth, soft against his. She met his kiss with equal gentle return and a shiver silvered through her body from just the contact of their lips. The kiss deepened and they both felt it full of a wonderful promise. Knowing where it would lead them and knowing there was no rush Robbie lost himself in the moment. They had only been kissing for a few minutes but time seemed wonderfully long, not as if in slow motion but rather an endless moment.
Laura felt it too. There seemed no need to rush, so intense was the depth of just the kiss, she too succumbed to the notion that time was caught in some sort of perpetual motion that would just keep giving and deepening and returning to itself. She was blissfully aware of each sensation of touch and taste. His tongue was gentle and sensual and the kiss felt like an exquisite and intimate conversation. The kiss told of past times, first times, of all the unspoken promises they'd ever made to each other. His hand moved from her face and his fingers caressed the soft sensitive skin behind her ear while his thumb slowly stroked her cheek as if speaking its own message of devotion.
Emotion welled in him and seemed to pour from him, almost painfully he felt a depth of feeling for her from his chest, his heart. Her hand went to his face and she felt her palm and fingers on his cheek as his was on hers, her thumb also gently adding a tender sentence to the conversation. He felt she seemed to sense the emotion in him and she moved her hand from his face to his heart and he felt the well of feeling deepen exponentially. All this with eyes closed, until, simultaneously they both came out of the velvet blue darkness of the silent conversation, broke the kiss and locked gaze.
Laura saw the soft late summer daylight in Robbie's eyes as he looked down at her and in her eyes he saw the same illumination reflecting back. The seconds hung again in time, passing ever so slowly. He leaned his head down again to resume the kiss. Her hand remained over his heart and she could feel it beating beneath her palm. The kiss was deeper still this time and his hand slowly made its way from her cheek to the soft skin under her chin. His fingers caressed lightly making their way down her neck and to the tender points of her collarbone.
The touch was now the focus of suspended time. All Robbie could concentrate on was the feel of Laura's skin under his fingertips and palm. He broke the kiss and pulled away so he could look at her while he touched her. She returned his gaze, her eyes liquid with emotion, her lips parted, still from the kiss and her breath shallow from the experience. Their gaze together was intense, almost solemn as he continued his touch, trailing his hand over her soft creamy skin and then onto the texture of her summer thin cotton shirt.
The contrast was electric and she let out a breath that described to him that she felt the intensity of his touch in the same context as he did. His hand now moved over her breasts and she felt his touch through the cotton of her shirt and the lace of her bra as he played his fingers over her body. She took her hand away from the place over his heart and turned her attention to his face. His hands continued their soft placement on her breasts and through the cotton fabric he could feel her nipples, hard and bold, grow even tighter as his fingers brushed over them. She longed for his kiss again but the feel of his hand was too deliciously intense she didn't want to disturb the sensation. His hand continued its caress and as her nipples tightened once more, she felt a soft aching above her thighs.
Robbie could feel himself growing hard and he felt the sensation of the rough denim of his jeans against his arousal. His hand now found its way over her stomach and she let out another shallow breath, missing the feel of his touch on her breasts. But she didn't have to wait long for its return, his hand found its way under her shirt and onto the soft skin of her stomach and then upwards again, returning to her breasts. He spanned his hand across them both, not fully covering them but contacting and touching what he could. Her nipples puckered again and she felt the snag of the lace of her bra on them. He felt them too, the other side of the bra, and now he bent forward to kiss her again. She was ready and tilted her mouth up to his as he leaned in and once again she found the softness of his tongue against hers.
Now Laura felt the pleasure from the kiss heightened by the touch of his hand through her bra on her breasts. His touch was slow and savoured, a light fingertip exploration of her soft breasts punctuated by the hardness of her nipples underneath the lace of her bra.
He began to unbutton her shirt, slowly and with one hand. She didn't help him. She wanted to feel him take it off and feel the touch of his hands again on her breasts with the sensual scratch of the lace on her nipples. Still on his side and lying next to her he leant in to kiss her again. She now began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it free from his jeans, feeling his hardness through the denim before her hands went to his belt buckle which she unfastened before starting to unbutton the fly. He helped her and soon he was free of his jeans and pants and he took his place next to her again and kissed her on the lips once more.
The kiss deepened and his hands went back to her breasts; gentle but determined squeezes of his hands sent a gush of delight through her and the delicious ache inside her blossomed further. His thumbs grazed her nipples through the lace of her bra and she allowed a soft moan through their kiss to signal to him how good it felt.
He broke the kiss, his gaze intense, locked to her eyes and reached under her to get to the fastening on her bra. She smiled, knowing that the usual fumbling would occur, along with mild cursing as he struggled with the hooks. He read her smile and returned it as he struggled with the fastening, and they both held the amusement between them until he finally undid the hooks. The bra loosened around her breasts and he leant in again to kiss her, his hands now roaming her breasts under the lace of the bra, the feel of her skin so soft and her breasts both firm and yielding at the same time in his hands. He lifted the bra free, also taking off her shirt that he had unbuttoned and now he had the full pleasure of her naked upper body. His mouth moved from her lips down her neck and onto her collarbone in a sensual chain of kisses that lead to her breasts. As he kissed her there, she felt a current from her breasts go straight to her groin and she could feel the deep silky wetness gathering between her legs. He felt his arousal strengthen even more and made the conscious decision to hold back. There was plenty of time. She moaned softly again as he moved away from her breasts to begin a trail of kisses down her belly, stopping at the button at the top of her jeans.
Sitting up he released the top button from its hole and popped the remaining ones open. He looked at her, and she smiled sheepishly, he smiled back, taking a breath, pleased with her reaction and glad to have a distraction for a few moments to calm the heat of his arousal. He gently grasped her jeans and pulled them slowly down, along with her knickers. She helped them on their way by raising her hips slightly and they were soon discarded along with her socks which Robbie took off. He smoothed his hands over her feet before taking one in his hand and gently rubbing the arch with his thumb. The sensation to Laura was warm and deep and felt like a counter balance to the previous touch of his mouth on her breasts. There was a warm fuzzy feeling that seemed to flow to her middle from his gentle touch on her foot. He saw her pleasure on her face and continued gently rubbing her arch then slowly he lifted her foot to his mouth and placed a kiss on the arch of her foot where his thumb had been. The feeling to her was at once intense and gentle, it was one thing to feel the sensation of touch there but to see it and know it was his lips on skin that wouldn't normally receive such ministrations was electric.
He placed another kiss in the same place then another one on the inside of her ankle. The same soft electricity fuzzed up again inside her as his lips brushed the pale creamy skin there. She exhaled as if under duress but he knew it was a controlled breath and that it was a direct consequence of his lips on her body. He kissed again the soft spot on her ankle before placing more kisses around her ankle and shin. His fingers traced their way up her leg and rested behind her knee as he gently placed her foot back onto bed. Now his mouth went to the delicate skin behind her knee and he kissed her there, once, twice, three times. Her breath became ragged again at the sensation and then his fingers moved their attention to her inner thigh and he traced a delicate path over the skin there. Her flesh became softer and softer the closer he got towards the top of her thigh where he stopped his caress to adjust his position.
Laura sighed, and took a breath in, and swallowed through her breath with anticipation of what she knew would come next. She longed for his kiss again, this time with the delicious pressure of his arousal. She loved to feel it outside of her body just as much as when he was inside her. Just as she was expecting him to move up towards her, to kiss her, she was aware that he was kissing her again, this time on her hip bone, his hands on her waist, gently caressing her with his thumbs as his mouth lingered on the skin there. She still expected him to make his way up to her breasts and she was beside herself with desperation to kiss him again. But Robbie stayed where he was, placing kisses on the soft skin just above her thighs, and then on the crease between hip and the top of her thigh.
Holding back her breath, she realised what he was going to do.
His kisses slowly and deliberately led to the sensitive soft mound of her sex, whilst his hands rested on her hips, gently stroking the skin there. Now, his lips felt so soft as he pressed tender, gentle kisses to her mons. She gasped as his mouth pressed over her lips, he kissed her there as if kissing her mouth, but it was a soft light gentle almost chaste kiss that brushed the outside of her sex.
He continued kissing her like this and she felt the muscles inside her pull and stretch on their own accord in reaction to his kisses. She controlled her breathing in steady, breathy pulses and her legs went weak and had she been standing, they would, she thought, have given way. His hands continued their gentle caress of her belly and the combined sensation of this and the gentle kisses was sending her beyond this side of pleasure. She wondered if his kiss would deepen, but almost, almost, didn't care – this was exquisite in itself.
She took in another thready breath as she felt his hands move closer to the soft skin of around her mons, felt his thumbs now gently caress her there. His mouth opened slightly and he brushed his lips, allowed them to catch on her, the soft brush of his lips on her hair adding to the sensation. She could feel his mouth open against her. He felt how soft her skin was at the top of her thighs and wanted to take the kiss deeper into her sex as if it were her mouth. He had never done this with her before and although he wasn't nervous, he didn't want to take liberties if it wasn't something she wanted. So far the message he concluded from her thread urgent breaths was she liked it. He caressed her again with his thumbs, and let his open lips graze her again. Then he kissed once more and this time he kissed a little deeper. She felt the soft wet touch of the tip of his tongue gently slip between the lips of her sex and could not hold back a moan. He kissed her deeper now, invited further by her cry. Although deeper, he kept his kiss gentle and slow.
Laura felt her body loosen with the pleasure yet also tighten with the ache of a release that was gathering momentum within her. Robbie kissed her again, slowly, tenderly and deeper still. She tasted of a soft saltiness, sharpened with a minerality. The texture of her body was like her mouth but even softer and silkened by her arousal. His tongue gently found her clitoris, like a rosebud, tight and nestled within her. She cried out and he briefly pulled away, unsure if he'd done something wrong. He looked up to her face, she was looking down to him, her mouth parted slightly, her breaths shallow and concentrated. She caught the concern on his face and smiled at him reassuringly. He smiled back before gently kissing into her again, seeking the hard bud he'd found earlier. His tongue gently circled and navigated this centre of her pleasure and he could feel her respond to his touch. She began to moan again, soft cries that went straight to his arousal and almost made it unbearable. He now moved his kiss just a little lower hoping it would ease the building tide between them, lengthen it but it seemed to bring her more pleasure. The feel of his mouth, so soft and sensual, was exquisite. With each kiss she tightened and released and crying out she reached down with her hand to find his hand, their fingers entwined, she gripped harder onto his hand as her pleasure built and built. He felt her rising pleasure, the grip of her fingers signaling that she was on the edge and he quickened and lengthened his kisses into her and she came, deep and aching and into his lips. Her orgasm radiated through her, and she felt all the muscles and tendons in her body tighten and then release as the pleasure rippled through her, from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet.
She felt overcome by her senses. No other man had ever been so gentle yet given such an intense feeling – not just the pleasure. The emotion that from such an intimate act brought was just as overwhelming.
Perhaps it was because it was him. Her affection and love for him just kept deepening and it was unexpected acts from him, both physical and emotional that fueled that love and affection. Past lovers had done this to her, many times, but not like this. So gentle and tender had been his kisses yet so huge a tide of abject ecstasy that came along with it. Her body calmed, all her muscles felt soft and open and she sank into a delicious state of relaxation. He felt her calmness settle and gently moved away from between her legs and lay beside her, his head now close to hers. He took her hand and their fingers entwined again, softly now and he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist.
"That was a surprise" she said softly, smiling at him that way she did with her eyes. He looked at her, bashfully
"I wanted to . . . I thought it would be nice to, well, y' know. . . kiss you there. . .was. . . was it ok?"
She gazed at him, holding the same warm smile
"What do you think?" She said softly. Her smile and locked gaze told him it had been more than OK. As if to clarify, just in case he'd not got the message she spoke again
"You were right. It was nice. You can do it again, anytime"
"Duly noted" he said. He returned her smile and pulled her to him, their faces close, her lips lazily sought his and he responded, kissing her back, his lips softly meeting hers.
Just like him she mused, to take such an intimate act and render it with such honesty into the simplest of words. She still felt soft and tender from her release but already the feel of her lips on his mouth and the press of his arousal against her thigh invited her mind and body for yet more.
"Come here" she said quietly
She kissed him, deeply now, faintly tasting herself in his mouth. Her hands roamed his chest under his open shirt and her fingers made their way down to his arousal which she grasped with a roughness that brought a sigh from him into their kiss. He was iron hard but there was an exquisite softness over the hardness. She pulled him so he lay over her, his arousal rested between them, pushing against her belly, she felt the thick hardness of it just above her mons and the brush of his hair against her sex. He could feel her silky wetness against him, almost bathing him.
Reaching down between them she grasped him gently and guided him to her sex. Nudging through her lips he gently pushed himself into her. She widened her legs and he felt her fingers around him, soft and leading him in. He concentrated on his breathing as the silken fold of her body started to engulf his. She grasped at him pulled him in, holding her breath to try to stem the rising of another orgasm she was desperate to keep at bay for as long as possible yet desperate to succumb to again.
Now they were together and she was aware of the fullness of him in her and how her body accepted him so readily. She was wet and silky and he could feel the ribbed muscles within her tighten around him and he pushed deeper into her. She cried out softly as he pulled back before pushing in again.
He pushed deeper this time and pulled back again, she met his movements with a counter movement of her hips and now it was he who called out as he pushed back into her again, meeting the momentum of her downward motion. Her arms encircled his back and she grasped onto him as her orgasm rose in her again, and she could feel him reaching his. Her release came seconds before his, flooding her body again with the paradoxical rigidity of muscles followed by a glorious soft blossoming of relaxation. She felt him stiffen for one last time before the pulse of his release and a throaty growl of pleasure brought his pleasure. She smiled as she always did when she was able to witness this, sometimes she was too in the throes of her own release but when she caught his pleasure there was nothing more fitting to her own emotions to see his laid bare to her. He collapsed over her, his face warm and soft against hers, his breath against her skin. She ran her fingers into his hair and kissed his temple as his breathing slowed. After a few moments he gently withdrew before returning to his place next to her, smiling at her and brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen over her eyes as she settled down next to him, exhausted but relaxed and filled with love for him.
And they both lay there for a while, quiet and close. Through the skylight and shutters, a westward afternoon sun illuminated the room and bathed the walls with the soft warm brightness of late summer.