Three: Brennan

Brennan reclined back on the pillows that Booth had just vacated, allowing herself to sink into the plush bedding with a long sigh. She was already thoroughly aroused from the erotic massage she'd just administered to Booth, and she squeezed her thighs together briefly to relieve some of the pulsing she already felt there. A gentle tap on her knee drew her gaze to Booth as he knelt next her and gestured for her to spread her legs.

"I assume, I can just follow suit with what you did to me?" he asked as he crawled between her spread thighs and picked up the oil bottle from the bed. She nodded slowly at him, holding his gaze as he poured the oil into his hands and rubbed them together.

"There is a technique for massaging the clitoris whereby you would use the sides of your thumbs on either side to stroke it… much like a smaller pe–." she started to explain, but he shook his head. "I can provide suggestions if you'd like." she told him, and he shook his head again, giving her a firm glare.

"Listen, I think I know a thing or two about touching your clit, Bones." he assured her confidently, and she laughed. He wasn't wrong; he was quite adept at pleasuring her, and he always had been, even the very first time. "But if you think I need some instruction along the way, I'm always open to hearing you talk dirty." he added with a wink. She would never tire of how flirty he could be with her, even after all this time. "I think I wanna try some of that nipple massage you mentioned." he murmured as his warm, oily hands made contact with her sternum.

His hands slid up and down in firm but gentle strokes, kneading the flesh below her breasts, his thumbs grazing the undersides simultaneously before his palms slid up the sides of her breasts then retraced the same path back. On his third pass up the outside of her breasts, his hands slid over the tops of them, stroking the malleable tissue before continuing in toward her cleavage and back down the center of her sternum. She smirked knowingly as her eyes drifted close. He was actively avoiding her nipples, but she didn't mind; she focused on breathing deeply, feeling every touch as his strong hands were working wonders on her breasts.

She moaned when his hands slid firmly up the center of her breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms as he slowly passed over them. He paused there, cupping her, squeezing, kneading. Despite her best efforts to focus on deep breathing, she was feeling aroused and incredibly needy already. Her mouth released a moan of its own volition that sounded distinctly like his name. She glanced up, searching for his eyes, needing to focus on him to ground herself. She gasped at the intensity she saw there when their eyes locked. He was doing the deep breathing, guiding her back down to a level state of mind, just as she'd done for him.

She released a shuddering breath before she was able to match his rhythm. Once she had though, his stroking hands descended down her sternum again, this time stroking oil over her belly. He moved in firm, sweeping strokes, up and down the length of her abdomen, applying a firm but gentle pressure. It was a soothing, even entrancing sensation, and she focused on it as she took slow, deep breaths.

She bit her lip in anticipation as his stroking hands dipped lower with each downward pass, but she groaned in frustration when instead of continuing down between her thighs, his hands parted ways and stroked over the tops of them. His chuckle brought her eyes to his and she realized he'd been watching for her reaction.

"You're enjoying this too much." she muttered, watching as the corners of his eyes crinkled with mirth.

"I thought that was the point." he countered with a cheeky grin as he dipped inward on her thighs, just enough to catch her attention but nowhere near where she wanted him to be touching her. His fingertips brushed against sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, stroked over the crease where her legs met her pelvis, but he actively avoided her already pulsing sex. "Breathe, Temperance." he said in a soothing tone, and she exhaled a frustrated puff. Had she teased him this mercilessly? Perhaps she had, but she'd gone and aroused herself in the process as well.

Locking her eyes onto his again, their breathing synchronized once more, slow and deep as his hands moved in a slow firm stroking pattern, following the rhythm of their breaths.

Inhale, and his hands stroked up her thighs.

Exhale, and his hands stroked back down.

She focused on her breathing, stuttering only momentarily when, on an upward stroke, his hands splayed open, and his thumbs spread her labia, exposing her hypersensitized nerves to the cool air of the bedroom. On his downward stroke, his thumbs moved away slowly, allowing the swollen flesh to come back together, causing a delicate friction of her own skin upon her clitoris. She closed her eyes, allowing the sound and feel of their harmonized breathing to keep her grounded as his hands began their slow ascent up her thighs again. This time when his thumbs spread her open to his gaze, they slide even further, stroking her slick skin, applying a gentle pressure on either side of that throbbing bundle of nerves.

Her loud groan of frustrated pleasure startled even her, and she opened her eyes and watched him, but his gaze was affixed to her sex, like he was entranced by the sight of his hands on her in the most intimate way. She whimpered as he lowered his upper body, bringing his mouth just inches from her sex but did nothing further.

He glanced up over the terrain of her stomach, catching her eyes through the valley of her breasts and making a show of inhaling deeply through his nose. As he exhaled slowly through his puckered lips, his cool breath blew deliberately on her aching sex, and she emitted a deep, long moan. When he repeated the action once more, she felt herself edging closer and closer to climax, enjoying the slow climb, relishing in his expert knowledge of her body that allowed him to so easily bring her pleasure.

"Yes…" she felt herself chanting, over and over like it was a benediction that she could actually subscribe to, until his hands were suddenly gone, his cool breath was absent, and she choked or gasped, or a combination of the two, as she tore her eyes open to find him. He smiled softly, pressing a kiss against her hip, and she reminded herself silently to breathe. This was the practice, afterall, and when he finally did bring her to complete orgasm, it would be, theoretically, an amaranthine experience because of this edging technique.

She'd been correct in her assessment, and after her brilliantly talented partner brought her so frustratingly close to orgasm twice more with his practiced technique, the sensation of his lips closing over her sex, was enough to push her violently over the edge of the proverbial cliff. His name and a long string of expletives tore from her throat in unbridled ecstasy.

It wasn't until several moments later, as the tremors slowed and she whimpered as tiny shockwaves of pleasure still radiated outward from the apex of her thighs, that she realized he was beside her now, stroking his fingertips along her skin, over her shoulder, down her arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Wow." she muttered, her breathing beginning to normalize again as she locked eyes with him. They shared a breathy chuckle, both leaning toward the other, their lips meeting in the middle. She hummed in satisfaction at the taste of herself on his lips, the evidence of what he'd just done to her still clinging to his mouth.

"I'm not complaining." he muttered against her lips as they shared another deep kiss. "But that was definitely nowhere near seven hours." he commented, and she smiled.

"No, but we're not finished." she explained, sitting up and gently ushering him to sit up as well. "The next position we'll try is called Yab Yum." she told him and watched as he smirked at her.

"I just did the yum yum…" he teased, knowing that wasn't what she'd said, so she glared half-heartedly at him. "You want more yum yum?" he asked, moving to his knees and gazing intently as her still-pulsing sex.

"Yab Yum." She corrected him. "You sit cross-legged, and I will sit in your lap, facing you with my legs crossed behind you." she instructed him, nodding at him to assume the position. She watched him as he cleared his throat and crossed his legs akimbo in the center of the bed.

"All right, bring your bum bum over here from some yum yum." he teased, and she rolled her eyes affectionately. For a grown man engaging in rather intensive sexual play, he was certainly being quite childish. She, however, wouldn't have him any other way.

She slowly slid into his lap, careful to avoid putting weight onto his renewed erection as it bobbed against his stomach. She smiled as they fell into the breathing, perfectly in-sync, with ease this time. "I love you." she murmured, unable to contain the swell of emotion within her.

"I love you too, Bones." he murmured back, stroking his hands up and down her back, his fingers dancing over each vertebra.

She captured his lips, kissing him languidly, their tongues making love as she reached between them, clasping his penis in her hand and lifting her hips. She aligned him to her body and slid forward. They groaned in unison as they became completely joined.

"Now…" she sighed, unable to stop herself from reveling in the familiar sensation of having him completely sheathed within her. "Now we just– we just rock against each other, breathing… loving…" she explained, closing her eyes only momentarily to catch her bearings. She wanted nothing more than to grab his shoulders and ride him, bringing them both to quick completion, but that would defeat the purpose of the exercise, and they'd already come this far.

Pressing her forehead to his, she smiled and they flawlessly executed a wordless exchange and focused on breathing. Wrapping her arms around his broad back, her breasts pressed against his chest, adding even more sensation as her nipples pebbled at the touch of his warm skin.

Every sensation felt enhanced, as if she was on a drug. The stroke of his fingers down her spine sent shivers through her body as she rocked against him, feeling his erection filling her, pressing deeper with their synchronized thrusts. Her throaty moans were long and loud each time he pressed himself more firmly against her, his palm pressing into the small of her back and grinding her clitoris against his abdomen. She clenched her internal muscles in time with their movements, dragging deep, guttural groans from him.