Chapter Fourteen: Fiancée

Alex

At the sight of sun streaming in the window I wake to see you watching me, your fingers playing with the ring on my left hand.

"Have you been awake long?"

"Not really. Just enjoying the moment. Have I ever told you how proud I am of you?"

Actually you haven't. But it's one of those things I can always read in your eyes. I shake my head and you kiss me,

"Well I am. Now that you've had some sleep, how do you feel about the whole mom thing?"

I sigh, and look first at my ring and then at you.

"I feel like it was the right decision. I know it was. I thought it would tear me up, rip me up to leave her behind this way, but really Liv it just sort of feels… free."

You kiss my nose and I can't help giggling. "Who'd have thought all I had to do was tell my mom to hit the road. I'm still sorry she doesn't see though."

"See what?"

"See you. See you the way that I do."

"If she saw me the way that you do, we'd need a hell of a lot of therapy"

I forget that you're incapable of being serious in the morning.

"Well, and I'd also have to kill her. Do you really want to arrest me for matricide? I'm not sharing you with anyone! Least of all my mother. And ew for making me even think about it."

Now you're giggling. And then you're leaning towards me. And now I feel your hands wrapping around me. And for the first time since we've put the rings on our fingers, your tongue slides between my lips, and I feel warmth pooling between my legs as you move to free me from my clothes.

Olivia

I can't help it. You're so cute when you're pretending to be indignant. And after all, I haven't made love to my fiancée yet. We've been engaged for hours now! I don't have to see your 'southern side' to know how wet you are. These days I can read it in your eyes first. Even so, I tuck my hand between your legs after I get you out of your nightwear, and I let my own arousal dawn as I feel how wet you are from my kiss. I tease you gently, sliding a finger up your slit, and tracing a circle around your clit, almost touching you, but not quite as I feel your tongue swirl around with mine in your mouth.

I break our kiss and as I kiss my way down the nape of your neck and across your collarbone I can't help but tell you, "I could get used to this."

"I'd say you already are detective."

"This is mine…" I kiss your collarbone,

"And this is mine…" the hollow of your shoulder,

"And this is mine…" the tip of your chin,

"And this is mine…" the dimple on your cheek

"And this, especially is mine…" Your tongue finds mine again and you reach for the hem of my shirt. You break our kiss to lift it over my head, then tug away my sweatpants and panties. Both naked, our bodies heat each other, and I can feel your nipples coming to attention against my skin, and I move to continue my claims.

"And these… these are definitely mine…" I take turns kissing your breasts, suckling gently at your nipples, using my tongue to roll them softly in my mouth, listening to you moan under me. I shift my body so that my knee rests up against the source of your heat, feeling you shudder in response. I bring my mouth back up to you, "that's mine too… but we'll get to that later on."

I take your hand in mine, and guide you down to feel my own wetness, I dip one of your fingers beyond my folds, not letting you enter me, just wanting you to feel what you do to me. When I feel your finger slick with me, I draw your hand back up between us, and I watch your eyes turn glassy as I lick my own juices from your finger, drawing you into my mouth and slowly pulling it back out, licking it clean.

"Olivia…" your voice is a whisper, strained from desire and I kiss my name from your lips, drawing your tongue into my mouth, letting you taste me on my own tongue. You moan against me again as I shift my knee between your legs ever so slightly, feeling you shudder again in response. You squirm, trying to get relief from the knee that's pointed at the v between your legs. I wag my finger at you,

"Not yet… I told you. I'm saving it for later."

"Please…"

I love this. Now I understand why you always enjoy teasing me. It's hard for me to draw it out, hard for me to delay the flavor of you on my tongue, the feel of you against my lips, but I can't stop this delicious torment, this terrible anticipation. Watching you writhe below me turns up the strength of my arousal, and I have to force myself to go slowly, to make you beg.

I place a kiss on your shoulder, "this is mine…"

a kiss on your upper arm, "this is mine…"

the crook of your elbow, "this is mine…"

your wrist, "this is mine…"

I drag my lips up into your palm, tasting the sweat of your excitement… "this is mine…"

With your hand at my face you pull my chin back to yours, you take your other hand and speed up the game. As you engage me in a forceful kiss, you tease one finger down the length of my body, then dip into me without warning, making my body buck above you, my train of thought lost until you speak.

Alex

I've had enough of these games, enough of this waiting. I can't stand this level of desire without release. I need to hurry you along. I shift from your kiss in my palm and draw your face back to mine, making my own claim to your mouth, your tongue. While you're distracted I trace a finger down your body, leaving goosebumps in my wake until I pull away breaking contact completely and then dip my finger into you, passing your folds, feeling you envelop me in warmth and wetness. You didn't expect this and your body bucks at my touch, at my suddenness. It's time to make some claims of my own.

"All of those things may be yours detective, but this" I thrust into you deeper and nearly take myself over the edge at your moan, "this is mine." I feel your body sag into me, and I use your surprise against you, flipping you in the bed so that I lie above you, watching you squirm for a change. I turn, never stopping my pushing into you. When I'm in the right spot, I dip on my knees, giving you perfect access to something that is only "yours." I try not to moan as you finally bring your mouth to me, try not to quiver at the feel of your tongue pushing beyond my sensitive lips, try not to buck as your thumb finds my clit, but you've made me wait so long… too long, and my body reacts anyway. It's all I can do to hold myself above you, not wanting to stop attending to you, but finding it hard to concentrate as I'm suckled by my fiancée. The sight of you wiggling below me brings me back to the task at hand, and I lower my mouth to you, kissing my way down your shaven skin, kissing my way beyond your opening, dipping my tongue into you, stretching as far as I can, lapping you into my mouth, feeling my body respond to that cinnamon taste of you as much as to your own tongue inside of me.

Olivia

I feel your body contract, know that you're on the edge, but I want to watch you as I bring you over, I want to see your eyes go far away, see your breath quicken towards release. I pull my mouth away from you, take away my fingers.

"Alex, turn around."

I feel you shake my head, your hair brushing back and forth across my thighs.

"Turn around."

You pause, then resume and I almost lose my resolve as you quicken and deepen the stroke of your tongue.

"Please… I need to see you. I need to see your face."

You stop, and place an almost chaste kiss against me before twirling impossibly above me, stopping so that we're nose to nose, and I'm staring at those incredible crystal eyes. I quickly place my hand back between your legs, as you enter me again with your fingers. I watch your eyes darken, then flash as I sense you pulling me inside of you, your walls caving around my hand. I watch you struggle to stay propped above me, finally giving up and sinking into me, still staring me straight in the eye, watching me watch you. I feel my own body clutching at your hand, your fingers. The touch of your thumb on my clit is electric and I can't stop the waves that overtake me, making me pause my own hand as your eyes spark with accomplishment, loving that you've made me come first.

I don't let you enjoy your achievement for long, and I feel you buck against my hand, your wetness spreading, dripping against me, around me. I crook my finger inside of you, and find that spot… my spot, "mine." You collapse in my arms, your body limp but shaking as I break our eye contact to kiss you, playing lazily with your tongue as I cup your breast with my hand, stroking you gently with my thumb. As we break our kiss you settle more comfortably against my body in the bed and I draw the covers over us, the sweat on our skin suddenly chilled by the morning.

"What was that?" I stroke absently at your hair, your head resting up on shoulder.

"That… that was yours."