BONES
Our bodies are slick with perspiration and our hair damp. The only sound in the room is our breaths that come fast and heavy, interspersed with murmured words, whispered names and the soft sounds of pleasure. I am sitting astride Booth, riding him, driving each of us towards our next release.
He is, by no means, a passive lover.
Pressed up on an elbow, he uses his free hand to tease and caress while thrusting his hips in rhythm with mine. My eyes follow my hands as they roam over his etched arms, sculpted chest and cut abdominal muscles. Without a doubt, his physicality is amazing, yet it is his shoulders that draw me back again-and-again. I drag the backs of my fingers upwards over his abdomen, then sternum – watching his muscles contract and flex in response to my touch. I stroke the nape of his neck with a feather light touch as I draw my lips over his shoulder.
"Mmmmm…" Booth mumbles "I love it when you do that." He sits up, wrapping an arm around my waist and burying a hand in my hair, guiding my lips to his. The kiss starts as a lingering caress, but as has so often happened this morning, it quickly takes on a life of its own. That's fine by me. My lips part, as do his.
Our teeth clash.
We adjust.
Our noses bump.
Leaning back laughing, we smile at each other.
Our eyes catch and my smile slowly fades. There it is, that look in his eyes I'd feared, not all that long ago, I'd never see again. But there is something new in his eyes, as well. Something that calls to me, although I am not sure what it means… and I don't have the wherewithal to figure it out at the moment.
I know it's not rational, but suddenly the world has narrowed to include only Booth and me. The events of today or what might happen tomorrow, have been momentarily set aside. Only feelings and sensations exist here.
Feelings, sensations and…
Booth.
I finger the back of his neck again and watch his eyes lose focus, his smile wobble. A corner of my mouth quirks upwards, nervously. I begin moving my hips again and press my lips to his in long, lingering kisses, while my hand journeys over a shoulder and down his arm, before reversing direction. Tips of fingers drawn down my spine sends shivers shooting through me.
I'm having an increasingly difficult time discerning where Booth ends and I begin. Our breaths mingle. Our sighs and moans…
"Mmmmm…"
"Yeahhhhh…"
"Oooooh…."
… are elicited in concert. Our hands roam, exploring as much as teasing, drawing from each other murmurs of pleasure…
"That feels wonderful…"
"Again…"
"So good…"
His taste lingers on my lips, in my mouth. His scent, unadulterated by cologne, is all-male and surrounds me, dizzying my senses further. His whiskers scrape lightly over my shoulder as his mouth lavishes attention on my neck - dropping supple kisses here, drawing my skin in softly for a taste there. A hand skims over a cheek of my ass then settles on the small of my back, his fingertips swirling designs there. My body twitches – hard – when he nuzzles my ear. My hands clench his shoulders. My hips falter.
I am hovering on the edge of climax, but for reasons I don't quite understand, I want nothing more than for Booth to be the one to take us there.
"Booth," I puff.
He lifts his eyes to look at me. I don't know what it is he sees on my face, but before I know it, I'm on my back and his weight rests against me from sternum to pelvis.
Oh, yeah, so much better. Wrapping my arms around Booth's shoulders and neck and lifting a leg to rest over his hips, I drag him down, kissing him with a quiet abandon that makes him mumble breathily…
"Mmmm, Bones…"
Then, he begins to move. I adjust the tilt of my pelvis slightly after his first stroke. His second stroke leaves me gasping and my fingers flexing against his neck and back. I can feel his smile against my lips and I can't help smiling in return.
On his fourth stroke I wrest my lips from beneath his, my passion shortened breath leaving me little choice. I surrender myself fully to Booth and in turn lavish him with attention with my hands, expressing the only way I can right now the emotions and desire swirling in my head… and yes, my heart. I drop kisses along his jaw and he, in turn, presses upwards on his elbows, establishing a cadence that promises shortcoming ecstasy. Heavy sighs, shallow breaths, soft moans and quiet words fill the room once more as my hips meet his thrust-for-thrust and my hands glide over the hard planes of his body. My leg locks around his buttocks, one hand grabs at the sheets while the other grasps his arm, my orgasm washing over me with the intensity of a tsunami. So intense is my orgasm, that my vaginal muscles clench rhythmically, tightly, Booth's erection with each wave and he mutters an ecstasy filled…
"Oh, God…"
...then groans my name as his orgasm crashes over him and our bodies quake together…