Chapter Seven: Afterglow
Alex
It's the first time we've made love by a fireplace. Something I could definitely get used to, despite a brief bun-burning before we realized exactly how far away we needed to be. When we finish enjoying the sight and feel of each other, we lay curled together on my fluffy living room rug, your fingers running lightly over my butt, soothing the still warm spot that got just a little too close to the fireplace. I sigh my satisfaction, and you pull me in closer to you under my heavy cotton throw blanket.
"How's the bum?"
"Bum?" Sometimes your language is so amusing, so quaint. "It's fine." I moan as I feel your hands cupping my backside, pulling my lower half closer to you. I'm exhausted, but I can't help the way my body reacts to your touch. I crane my neck and bring my mouth back to yours, loving the way your tongue feels as it passes through my lips, darts beyond my teeth. There's always such a delicious texture to our kisses. I feel your fingers tickling the lines where my thigh becomes my butt, and despite the warmth of the room and our blanket, my skin gooses with the sensation. Your hands are smooth and so soft, tracing the cup of my cheeks, then playing across my hipbones, almost gripping my side and holding me so close to you that I can feel your new arousal between us.
You shift on the rug, moving our bodies until you're lying in your favorite position, and I move one hand to trace the curve of your side above me, but you pull your hands from my hips and use them to draw my arms over my head, holding my wrists gently above us with one hand, as the other cups my face, pulling me into your kisses. Your lips wander across my neck, tracing whispering lines along my collarbone, resting on my lightly scarred shoulder. Your tongue is cool against my fire-warmed skin and I squirm, wanting to touch you, but still pinned by your fingers above my head.
You're usually the more dominant of the two of us, more aggressive, but there's something new about the way you're holding me. I feel as though I'm being claimed, being spoken for. I like this little feeling of submission, the feeling of you staking your claim to me, to my body, to my reactions. As your lips brush at my breasts I arch into you, wordlessly asking you for more, surprised I still have the energy… more surprised that you still have the energy after all that flying and driving. As you come back to meet my open lips I stop wondering about energy. The push of your tongue against mine convinces me of your stamina, and I respond in kind, tasting your lips, your tongue. We battle back and forth, swirling against each other with longing. You loose your grip on my wrists, and draw my left hand down, pulling it between us, guiding me to your dripping sex.
"No teasing…" you whisper against my lips, then use your hand to dip my fingers beyond your swollen folds, encouraging a quicker rhythm than our last. As your hand leaves mine, I can feel your breath catching with each entrance of my fingers. You moan against our reunited lips, and I add a third finger, beginning to play around your clit with my thumb.
"No teasing," you whisper again, a desperate twinge in your voice. I tweak your clit with my thumb and feel your heart skip, swallowing your quickened breath as I explore your mouth with my tongue.
Olivia
I like the feeling of you pinned beneath me. I always enjoy being on top of you, but there's something even more arousing about being in control, about the feeling of your wrists held above your head by my hand, unable to touch me as I explore you. I can't hold out forever though, and the way your body responds to me brings out fresh desires, and I finally guide your hand between my legs, showing you what I want, what I expect. I'm exhausted from my day, but even after one session of fireside sex, I can't help that my body wants another. I never could get enough of you.
Without my asking, you add a third finger inside of me, and I can already feel my body clenching blissfully around you. You reach down with your other hand, gently pushing on my hip, as you whisper in my ear. Eager to comply, I turn my body above you, your fingers never breaking their rhythm even as I begin to deliver kisses to the tops of your thighs, coming slowly up to your wet center, teasing you just like I asked you not to do to me. As I breathe gently on your lips you moan against me, and you place your mouth against my opening, removing your fingers and using your tongue to dart quickly into me, then flicking at my clit before you resume your rhythm.
I take the hint and gently kiss you, treating you almost as I would your mouth, playing my tongue around your dripping lips, tasting your arousal on my tongue before I plunge into you, using one hand to cup you to me, and the other to play with your aching clit. I change the position of my hand and mouth and as I let one finger drag gently against your inner wall, I feel your body shudder beneath me. You mimic my motion, using a finger to brush the place inside me only you can find. The sensation of you tickling inside of me, your mouth around me, tongue probing gently at my clit is too much, and I feel you spasm against my own attentions, even as my own orgasm overcomes me.
I lay against you for a while, not moving, my body completely exhausted, my legs numb. Every inch of my skin tingles for a moment, and when I finally crawl back to meet your smiling lips, I fall asleep against our kiss, confident that this trip was right… confident that I've made the right decision. In a peaceful slumber, wrapped in your arms under a blanket by the fire, I dream about the rest of my surprises. As good as this was, I know I have something even better for you soon.