Chapter Eleven: Familiar
Olivia
God.
Oh God.
It's really you.
I mean, it's really really you.
I feel your tongue dart between my lips and feel myself sinking into you again, but you use your height and pull me to my feet, never breaking your oral attack. I walk forwards against your backwards steps as you lead me towards the bedroom. And while I usually prefer to be the one leading you places, I let you take control this time. Before we reach the bed you turn, lowering me onto the soft down comforter beneath your slender frame. Our lips still touch, our tongues play back and forth as you take off your jacket, and start to peel off my tank top. I'm powerless to help you, exhausted by the rush of you, exhausted by the realization that after two years I finally have you in my arms again… or rather that you have me in yours.
Before I know it we're both naked. I don't think we've broken contact since I leaned in to kiss you on the couch. You scoot my body back on the bed and kneel over me, you hold my head in your hands, and I feel my body swelling at the touch of your fingertips surrounding my ears, your palms resting against the sides of my chin… your thumbs stroking my cheeks as you continue to probe my mouth with your tongue, your shocking blue eyes open, meeting mine. Saying more than any word could convey. For a moment I wonder where the glasses of justice ended up, but you quickly erase all extraneous thought from my mind as your right hand leaves my face and traces a quick path down my side, down to my knee and then back, tracing the inside of my thigh until you reach me… until you reach that place where only you get to be. Your usual patience, your usual slow pace is discarded tonight, and I can feel two years of hunger as you dip your finger into me, then out, then in adding a second finger. Your kisses become absent minded, and you break away from my lips, pausing to search my eyes… looking for a matching hunger. You find it, then plant a gentle kiss on my nose, and finally start tracing a line down my body with your lips, with your tongue. You pause at my chest, your right hand continues to slide in and out of me… your thumb finds my clit and traces circles around it, with each pass coming closer to my aching nub. Your teeth rake my nipple and I arch to meet your mouth with my breast. You pull your tongue around the edges of my aureole, planting a gentle kiss on my chest, between my breasts, then slowly… too slowly you move your mouth downwards… until I feel the warmth of your breath between my legs… until I feel the brush of your hair on my thighs. I feel like I'm going to die waiting… you reach for my right hand with your left as you end my suspense.
Alex
I don't let up my assault as I turn, lowering you onto your bed. I want to touch every inch of you, feel the cool of your skin on my lips, until I've covered every inch with kisses. But I can't let go of those lips, that tongue. The mingling of our mouths… the way the taste of you mingles with the taste of me until we're almost indistinguishable… I start to feel as though we're breathing as one… you exhale into me as I breathe you in, and you swallow the air from my lungs as I release. I free you from your clothes, both of us… I'm glad you'd already changed for bed.. and that I decided against a bra. I don't want anything to slow this process. Don't want anything to trip me up tonight as I kick off my boots and take in the feel of your bare skin against my fingers.. your lips against mine, your breasts' rise and fall against the hollow below mine. My body responds to you the way it always has… the way it always will to the feeling of that perfect fit of you above me… or in this case—of you beneath me.
I scoot your muscular body back on the bed, and I kneel above you, holding your head in my hands… feeling the contours of your ears against my fingertips. I stroke your cheeks with my thumbs, continuing to play with your tongue, to meet your lips. I stare into your eyes, not wanting to blink and lose this moment. I can't resist any longer and I let my right hand stray from your face, trailing it down the outside of your body… all the way to your knee and then back crossing to the inside of your thigh and up again until I find what I'm looking for. I don't bother trying to tease you the way I used to… I've been teasing myself for two years and I can't drag this out any longer as I slide one finger in, then out, then in, adding a second finger… the way I remember that you like. I can't concentrate on the feel of our lips anymore because I want something else, I have other plans for my lips… other destinations for my tongue tonight. I find your clit with my thumb and draw circles around it as I move my kisses downward. I stop at your breasts and take a swollen nipple between my lips, raking it gently through my teeth. I trace your aureole with my tongue and then plant a gentle kiss between your breasts before I continue moving slowly downwards.
Finally I feel the heat of you greeting my open lips. I can smell your wetness as I pause to brush my hair behind my shoulders. I should have brought a tie-back. I'll remember for next time. For now I flip my hair back and reach up with my left hand to lace my fingers with yours as I taste you for the first time in what seems like forever.
Olivia
The familiar feeling of your tongue inside me is almost too much. I struggle to hold back the waves caused by the warmth of your breath on my clit. I can feel my body arching, trying to draw you deeper into me, wanting to feel you all the way to the center of me… desperate for this contact, for this sensation, for this familiarity. I look down at the top of your head as your tongue laps at my core… I can see now—the palest of red hairs in your roots. But I don't hold the thought for long… can't remember why it almost made me laugh because suddenly your mouth has shifted… you're moving back up… one hand still between my legs… prolonging the sensations as your mouth finds mine—and I taste myself on your lips while your tongue darts back into my mouth, pushing at mine… massaging my tongue with yours. Finally it's my turn to act. You take the hand whose fingers are laced with yours and draw it down between your legs. I can feel the heat coming from you before I even get all the way there. Your body closes the distance between us and with one hand you cradle my head again, while the other continues to stroke in and out of me. I match the rhythm of my hand to yours, our arms trapped between our bodies as we push and pull each other to the limit. I try to hold off on my climax… waiting for you to catch up. It doesn't take as long as I thought, and I finally realize just how much you've missed my touch. You move your lips from my mouth and lean towards my ear, but I turn away… I lean instead for your ear and whisper the words you've waited forever to hear me say…
Alex
As much as I love the taste of you on my lips, love to feel my tongue sliding between your folds, devouring you inside and out, I want something more. I reluctantly pull away from your peak and move back up your body, leaving my hand between your legs, continuing the assault on the space I'll always consider mine. I find your mouth with mine and thrust my tongue beyond your lips, forcing you to taste yourself on me. I take your right hand, our fingers still laced together and guide it down between my legs, finally giving you a chance to answer my ministrations. You match the rhythm of my own hand inside you as you cup your hand around me, touching me… finally. I can hardly stand the feeling of your fingers inside me, your thumb rubbing at my clit in the pattern I worried you'd forget. I can see your climax building… but I can't let you free it yet.. I have something to say first and I break my kiss and lean to your ear—only to have you lean in towards me first.
"Alex, I love you."
It's all I need to release the first of many waves of pleasure. I feel your body arching into mine as you come with me. Turns out it was all you needed too.
Deep in the back of my mind I realize we've hardly said a word since you realized I was here. We'll have a lot to discuss before Monday. But for now I look down on you… spent beneath me. Limp in my arms but staring intently at my face as you lazily bring one hand up to cup my face, drawing me back into an equally lazy kiss.
This is all so beautifully familiar.