Two: Booth

Booth smiled expectantly at Bones as they reached their tenth breath. "I think we can move on to something more physical now." she suggested in a soft whisper. He felt his smile flicker with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Massage, Booth. Relax." she assured him, clearly pretty attuned to his response. "Tantric massage is one of the key practices to facilitate multiple orgasms." she explained, crawling off of her pillow seat and tossing it onto the floor. He copied her and sat back onto the bedspread. "Lay back." she instructed him, patting the pillows at the top of their bed. "This is an opportunity for one partner to relax and receive, to tune into their sexual energy, while the other partner massages them in a sensual and meditative way. It allows you to feel more of what is happening." she added.

Booth shook his head and patted the pillow himself. "I'm a gentleman, Bones. You lie back first." he insisted, but she shook her head right back at him.

"I'm your teacher. I will show you first." she told him with a firm nod. Taking a deep breath, he made himself comfortable, laying back on the pillows as instructed. "At this stage, we want to edge toward climax using nipple play, and lingam and yoni massage," she explained, and Booth raised his brows expectantly. Nipple play he understood, but the other stuff…

"Bones, I mean, I don't pay attention to most of your anatomy lingo, but if you wanna rub my boney..." he told her and watched as she leaned over in a fit of giggles. He loved that sound and it distracted him momentarily, until she shook her head.

"It's yoni, Booth, and you don't have one." she told him once she'd stopped giggling. "Lingam and yoni are Sanskrit words. Lingam loosely translates to 'wand of light." she spoke slowly, gently stroking her hand over his thigh, her eyes locked with his. He smirked at her as the meaning of her words set in. "Yoni means 'sacred spot'." she added. He smirked again, glancing briefly down at the apex of her closed thighs as she knelt beside him and wiggling his eyebrows up and down at her. "Exactly." she told him.

He listened attentively as she explained the massage and the meditation, her hand rubbing slow circles on his thigh as she spoke softly. It was lulling him into a sort of zen state until she said something about prostate massage.

"Whooaaaa there, Bones." he grabbed her hand, stopping her caress as he sat bolt upright. "No. With the exception of medical purposes, that is an exit only. No prostate massage." he told her in no uncertain terms, and she chuckled.

"Booth… the prostate is extremely sensitive and can give you immense pleasure." she told him, but he shook his head rapidly. "And I can stimulate it externally." she finally said, speaking over him as he spoke a mantra of 'No' on repeat like a broken record.

"Externally?" he asked, watching her face for an indication she was yanking his chain, but she nodded earnestly. "No…. probing…?" he asked again, and she sighed, shaking her head again. "All right. I mean it, Bones. Exit. Only." he spoke firmly.

"I will respect your wishes, Booth, though you should consider it sometimes. Anal stimuli can be exceedingly gratifying." she informed him haughtily. He did a double take, looking at her as she rose from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

"Are you saying you like– you like butt sex, Bones?" he asked as she re-entered their bedroom with a bottle of massage oil. Did he really hear her correctly? She'd never brought it up, not even once.

"I am open to trying a great number of sexual activities, Booth. I've enjoyed digital stimulation of my anal sphincter while engaging in masturbation and have found it only enhanced my sexual pleasure." she told him, crawling back into bed next to him. "I've never been in a long-term relationship with a partner whom I've felt comfortable enough to broach that topic with, though. Until you, of course." she continued with a shy shrug.

Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, coaxing her mouth down to his. "I'm always open to doing things that make you come, Bones." he whispered against her mouth, stealing another slow kiss. She smiled against his mouth before pulling away.

"Perhaps later." she told him with a firm nod. "During the lingam massage, the objective is to show love for the penis, to honor it and give it pleasure. The practice also includes something called edging, by which I will bring you very close to orgasm, to the edge, and then retreat. Repeating this will make your subsequent climax much more intense." He looked at her skeptically for a moment before she continued. "Your only task is to breathe deeply and enjoy my attention to your most intimate parts." She explained, and he nodded slowly. So she was going to tease him into insanity and not let him come. Sounded like… fun?

He watched and followed her silent instructions as she crawled to the end of the bed and gently guided his knees into bent positions, his thighs spread and his feet meeting. He felt like a frog, splayed out and ready to be dissected. Kneeling just over his feet, she met his eyes again and began breathing long and slow, so he joined her, syncing their breaths like they had before.

They kept breathing in unison when she broke eye contact to spill some of the oil into her hands. He watched intently as she spread it between her palms, warming it, before she began rubbing slow firm strokes up and down his left calf, leaning forward with the movements. Her hand moved further up with each stroke until she was stroking him from his ankle to the inside of his left thigh, coming dangerously close to his cock, but never touching it. He focused on his deep breathing as she applied more oil and moved to his right leg, repeating the slow strokes up and down, gradually moving closer and closer to his cock again.

It actually felt pretty great, and he could feel himself getting harder as a natural result of Bones' naked proximity. He closed his eyes, continuing to breathe deeply at her instruction as she began rubbing her hands in an inverted V shape over his pubic bone, again never once touching his cock.

"This feels amazing, Bones." he groaned, feeling the tension in his typically achy legs loosen and relax. If there was one thing Bones knew, it was bodies. She'd given him a foot rub once, before they'd been together-together, that had damn near made him come. After they'd started their sexual relationship and she'd done it again, he had confessed this to her, and she had confessed that she had been trying to hit the specific spots on his feet that were allegedly considered erogenous zones to see if she could in fact illicit such a reaction.

"Booth…" she spoke softly, her slippery hands smoothing down the backs of his thighs and as much of his ass cheeks as she could reach. "I'm going to massage your perineum and testicles now." she continued in a soothing whisper. He cracked one eye and looked at her with a silent warning, receiving a crooked little grin from his partner. "Remember to breathe deeply." she added as she slid her hands inward on the next downward stroke, spreading his cheeks a little.

He bent his knees up, planting his feet flat on the bed now and spread his legs more to help. His breath stuttered when what felt like her thumbs rubbing up and down his taint. "Bones…" he groaned both in warning and frustrated pleasure. When she cupped his balls, it nearly did him in. He choked on a breath, a shockwave of pleasure radiating over him, when her knuckle circled the flesh below his balls. "Was that..?" he asked, urging her to meet his eyes. When she did, her own eyes were dark and wide, and she nodded with a cocky little smirk as she pulled her knuckle away and the pleasure stopped almost entirely.

"Breathe, Booth." she whispered, alternating between fondling his sac in her palm and stroking her fingernails over the sensitive flesh. It wasn't like she hadn't done that before because she had, nearly every time she'd ever gone down on him, but this time felt different. He wondered if it was the breathing and the weird tantra connection shit they did before starting. Whatever it was, it was definitely making things intense.

Her hands migrated toward his larger muscles again, and he took several slow deep breaths. He was rock hard, having been on the verge of coming multiple times before Bones changed course, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her. He felt her watching him as her hands stroked rhythmically over his pubic bone again, and he locked his eyes with hers. He watched intently as she warmed more oil in her hands and wrapped them both around his hard cock, stroking it slowly, lathering the oil on it. He tried to focus on steady breathing, on just feeling the slick movements of her hands as she alternated the firmness of her grip. He was almost overwhelmed by all of his senses, taking in the tight grip of her warm, oily hands and the wet sounds as she increased her speed. If he didn't know any better, he'd almost believe his cock was inside her pussy instead of her hands.

"Just like that, baby." he muttered, as she began squeezing and releasing rhythmically, mimicking the muscle contractions he'd be feeling if he was inside her. "F-fuck." he stuttered out a groan as she twisted and stroked him, picking up speed. He tried to resist the urge to thrust up and fuck her hand, his thigh muscles tensing as he attempted to focus and relax. "Wh-what?" he asked, blinking at her when he realized she'd spoken.

"Breathe." she whispered, repeating her soft statement with a little smile. He focused on breathing deeply again, following her instructions and inwardly groaned when she changed the pace of her stroking hands again, moving painfully slowly up and down his shaft. His hips jerked up a little, aching now to fuck her warm hands at a faster pace again, but she placed on palm against his hip, stroking it soothingly as her other hand continued to twist slickly up and down his cock.

He swore again as she covered the tip of his erection with the palm of one hand while the other squeezed firmly, stroking down to the base of his shaft. "Fuck!" he hadn't meant to shout, but he'd been so close to coming in her hand again, and she'd gone and changed her strokes up again. Her amused chuckle drew his attention to her face. Her lower lip was clamped between her teeth, and she was focused so intently on his cock, like she did when she was studying a damn bone. This time it was his bone. He quickly banished the thought of human remains from his mind as she began to squeeze and stroke him slowly again.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He groaned loudly as she sped up again, pausing on each stroke at the base of his cock to squeeze him before making her ascent again. "Don't stop." he begged on groan as he felt himself inching closer and closer. "Don't fucking stop, baby." he spoke again, locking his desperate eyes with hers. She held his gaze, her lips parted slightly as she stroked him, maintaining that even pace. This time when his hips lifted off of the bed to thrust into her fist, she didn't stop him, instead matching his rhythm, letting him set the pace and applying a series of firm squeezes as he fucked her tight grip. "Temperance…" he groaned, followed by a stream of loud expletives that left his mouth of their own accord as his eyes lost focus and he came with a blinding heat. He moaned and swore as wave after wave of searing pleasure rolled over him, her hand continuing to pump him as he came in hard spurts.

When he opened his eyes, still gasping like he'd been underwater for hours, she was laying next to him, stroking her hand up and down his chest and stomach and gazing at him with those crystal-blue pools. He said nothing because he had no damn words for what he was feeling, instead choosing to snake his hand up around the back of her neck and pull her mouth down to his. He kissed her firmly, stroking her tongue with his, sucking and biting her lower lip, trying desperately to convey just how amazing she'd made him feel.

"I am objectively, not usually very good at reading non-verbal cues, but I am confident that was a positive review of the experience." she muttered, leaning back with a smug little grin.

"That was fucking phenomenal, Bones. Out of this damn world." he told her, his voice hoarse and husky from shouting. When her grin turned even more cocky, he narrowed his eyes. "You realize, of course, that turnabout's fair play, right?" he told her in a seductive warning tone. She had most definitely enjoyed slowly driving him to the edge of insanity before finally getting him off, and he intended to show her exactly how good that could feel, right after he showed her how deliciously frustrating it could be.

"I look forward to it." she murmured, giving him another soft kiss. In a swift movement, he had her pinned on her back, and he winked at her surprised expression.