Title: The Touch – Chapter Eleven – The Joining
Author: Linda/Brynna/Brynnamorgan
Rating: M17+ for Graphic Sex and Language
Categories: Romance/Supernatural/Spiritual
Characters: H/OC
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Don't you understand, Greg? I love you. And when I say that, I don't mean parts are omitted. I love all of you."
Lyrics Credit:
"Take Me For Longing" as sung by Alison Krauss and Union Station, 2001
"Don't choose me because I am faithful
Don't choose me because I am kind
If your heart settles on me
I'm for the taking
Take me for longing or leave me behind"
Chapter Eleven – The Joining
By the time they arrived at their room Greg's leg was starting to throb even worse than his crotch. A warm shower and a dose of Vicodin would do the trick, he decided as he sat heavily on the edge of the bed and sighed. To his surprise Sabrina knelt at his feet and began untying his shoes, then removed his socks, taking her time to massage each foot.
"You don't have to do this," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm may be a cripple, but I can..."
"You're not a cripple," she interjected. "You may have a bad leg, but you are not," she laid her hand boldly across his crotch and he groaned, "a cripple. Get my point?"
"Y-yeah."
"Now, what do you need to be more comfortable?"
"Your hand off of my dick."
"Party pooper." She heard him chuckle when she removed her hand and added, "What else? Warm shower?"
"As a matter of fact, yeah. Along with one of these." He pulled the pill bottle out of his pocket and popped it open to extract one. He dry-swallowed it, then stood up.
"Okay, you get all showered and relaxed, then I'll take my turn. Unless you want to share," she added slyly.
"Not this time. I want to enjoy unwrapping you one article of clothing at a time." And he was in no hurry for her to see his leg, either, he admitted to himself. She merely grinned at him and nodded, then pointed him in the direction of the bathroom.
"Go. Before I change my mind and jump you as is."
Greg stood out on the balcony, wearing a tee shirt and sweatpants, barefoot. He leaned against the rail as he contemplated the day and what lay ahead. Inside his nerves were jangling like a teenaged boy getting ready for his first score. If only it was that easy, he thought ruefully. A randy kid would just plunge ahead and the hell with the consequences. He, on the other hand, knew once he joined with her physically there would be no turning back. Whatever she'd pulled into herself at that last performance was going to find release, one way or another. He shivered at the thought, both aroused and nervous.
"Greg? Oh, there you are." He heard her footsteps pad out onto the balcony. "For a moment I thought you had done runned off." The last was a gentle mimic of the hill accents they'd heard all day and he grinned.
"Nah. Just thinking." She came up next to him and he wound an arm around her shoulders.
"Remember what I told you the first time we met." At his puzzled silence she added, "Not enough blood in the male body to supply both heads at the same time."
"So you're saying I should stop thinking?" He turned to face her, his breath catching at the sight of her damp hair spilling around her face in waves, the soft silky robe just barely covering her behind, leaving his mind to idly wonder what lay beneath it. His hands came to rest on her shoulders, then slid down her arms slowly, fingertips trailing along the sides of her breasts. A shiver came from her; she arched against him and he smiled.
"Niiiice," he muttered, pulling her up against him. One hand slid to her behind and molded her more firmly against his pelvis. Her eyes widened and she rocked against him side-to-side, her hands coming to rest on his chest. "What?" he asked teasingly, thrusting up against her abdomen.
"Uhm, sweatpants don't hold anything back, do they?" she said breathlessly, sliding her hands up and down, then in circles, her fingernails raking across his nipples through the thin tee shirt. A low growl escaped him and his free hand sank into her hair as he brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss was hot, greedy, tongues dueling feverishly, heads rotating harder, frantic. A warm glow enveloped them; he let himself sink into it, his body reacting along with his heart.
Slowly she backed through the patio door, letting him lean on her for support as they finally came up for air long enough to make it into the bedroom. She'd already folded back the covers, Greg noted with amusement as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her up against him and between his thighs, making sure to cradle her against his good leg.
His fumbling fingers finally found the tie on her robe and gave it a tug. "Oh, God," he groaned out as she stepped back and let the garment slide off her body to the floor. The little sheer black baby doll gown she was wearing outlined every curve and left very little to the imagination. Delicate hand-made lace swirled down to cover her breasts, with the duskiness of her nipples just showing through. His mouth went dry and he licked his lips involuntarily.
"Greg?"
He swung his dazed eyes up to look into hers. "Yeah?"
"Do I look okay?"
He said the first words that came to mind. "Me likey." Oh, now that's smooth. Her soft giggle broke the tension, causing him to shake his head and smile. "I'm nervous," he admitted quietly, "but I'd guess that's no news to you."
"Yeah, me too. I mean, I'm a walking roadmap," she replied quietly. "Four surgeries. Not a pretty sight."
"Believe me, I'm the last person who'd be concerned about a scar here and there." Greg slid his hands up her arms, noting the gooseflesh that arose, the way her nipples hardened through the lace. Good. Then behind her neck, where he found the tie to the halter that covered her breasts. One light tug found it free and it fell to the tie between her breasts. Dear God, he was going to die of a heart attack just looking at her, he thought,taking in the creamy expanse of skin, the way her rose-hued nipples just begged to be touched. Never keep a lady waiting, he snarked mentally, his mouth coming down on hers again as one hand slid up to cup one soft breast.
"Greg, oh, that's nice," she breathed as his lips left hers to roam down her neck, taking hot, biting kisses, marking, licking her delicate skin. A moan escaped her when he laved his tongue over one nipple, her fingers threading into his hair. Then he did the other nipple the same favor, noting each reaction, what made her moan, what made her cry out softly and clench into his hair a little tighter. He caught the tender peak in his teeth and began sucking, enjoying the way her hips thrust, her hands moving down to catch at his tee shirt.
"Off. Please." Single syllables. Good. He released her long enough to drag the tee shirt up and off, casting it aside to the floor. "Better." Her hands, he thought with a shudder as she began tracing the muscles along his shoulders, then down his chest. When her nails found his flat nipples the shudder turned into a groan, his teeth nipping at her delicate flesh.
A tug of the bow between her breasts and a flick of his wrist found the gown tossed aside, leaving her attired in sheer panties with side ties. Then he pulled her up against him and they began rubbing against each other, hands everywhere. Her mouth found his neck, that tiny tongue laving over his pulse point, while she trailed one hand down to the drawstring on his sweatpants. One finger slipped inside to trace along his hardened length; he let out a long groan, taking a deep breath as he tried to regain focus. Perhaps by distracting her, he decided, his mouth capturing hers again.
When his fingers slipped down the front of her panties she grew still, then sagged against him. "Greg, that's good... yes..." Her voice caught when he found her wet, slick as he probed. "I-I can't stand." His free hand untied her panties and they landed near her gown. "I…can't… stand…" Her knees buckled when he slid two fingers into her.
"Then lie down," he said roughly. She nodded shakily and sank onto the bed, then scooted up to the headboard and gazed at him invitingly. Moment of truth, he thought as he rose to his feet, forcing himself to hold eye contact with her as he undid the drawstring on his sweats and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in boxer shorts. When he reached for the waistband of his shorts something froze inside and he shut his eyes. Damn, couldn't she see how difficult this was for him?
He heard the soft sounds of fabric rustling, felt the movement of the bed, then the softness of her skin as she sat on the edge of the bed, thighs spread around him. "Greg?" she said softly, running her hands up and down his biceps, across his chest, toying with the dusting of hair between his nipples. One fingernail teased lightly down the furrow of hair, then caught in the waistband. "Allow me," she murmured, her voice throaty with arousal. He nodded abruptly, feeling the softness of her hands as they slowly slid his shorts down until they fell to the floor.
"Oh, that's very nice," she breathed as his erection sprang forth. He startled when the coolness of her hand came in contact with his right thigh, now exposed. Slowly she traced her fingers along the scar, pausing to explore every deviation. Finally she pressed soft kisses along the length of it, causing his throat to tighten, his hands to thread into her hair. She then wrapped her arms around his hips and hung onto him tightly, her head resting against his pelvis, his erection nestling against her hair.
"Don't you understand, Greg?" Her voice was low with emotion. "I love you. And when I say that, I don't mean parts are omitted. I love all of you."
What? He stared down at her, watching as she gave him a slow smile and eased back onto the bed. She loved him. His thoughts started racing as he climbed in next to her, lay on his left side and coaxed her up next to him. She wound her body around him, burying her face into his neck. She was all soft curves and breasts and womanly thighs enveloping him. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, her slick wetness cradling him as he thrust along her.
"Please, hold me, Greg, please..."
"Sabrina. Love me... I..." His voice trailed off. Damn, why did three little words come so hard for him?
Her eyes widened, as if she recognized what it was he was trying to say.She broke into a smile and pulled him down to her. "I do, Greg," was her reply just before his mouth covered hers.
After that it was all caresses and kisses, her tongue finding his nipples, hand stroking his cock while he ran his hands all over her, calluses over smooth skin, stubble abrading, teeth marking her. By the time he was poised to enter her they were both frantic to join, his fingers fumbling with the condom, him swearing, her giggling.
"Not fucking funny," he growled out, holding her left thigh firmly over his right hip. Sabrina merely smirked and titled her hips, then shifted down to where his sheathed member was nearly inside of her.
"Now," she whispered, gasping when he thrust forward. God, she was tight. He felt her walls stretch, quiver, her body trembling, hands burrowing themselves into his back. "God, Greg, you're so... oh God..."
Suddenly their eyes shut and the familiar warmth filled and twined around him. He felt the smoothness of her cheek against his roughness, her breath on his skin; his senses were acute, and he was aware of the light sliding through their souls, melding them together. He filled her, again... again... harder, taking her into him at the same time.
I love you. Her mental giggle was even more beautiful than her physical one. He joined her in laughter, open with merriment, relaxed, as they tumbled together... this time they were both light, and both warmth, music and love. Their first climax was sweet, gentle, followed by another that left them both straining, pleading...
His own moans were the first sounds to return, followed by hers. Then the feel of her body, hips thrusting against his, parrying each move with one of her own; he seized her hips and rolled to his back, using his good leg as leverage. As his vision cleared he took in the wild tumble of her hair, the tears streaking down her cheeks to match his.
"Greg... I'm... coming... " Suddenly she arched back and screamed as he bucked beneath her, a harsh groan torn from his chest as he finally, completely lost himself in the warmth of her body and soul.