A/N: Thanks for all the kind reviews and good wishes for my hubby. Mucho appreciated!
This is definitively rated M. Don't say I didn't warn you!
A/N2: Since my "coming of age" happened ina time where dinosaurs roamed the Earth, I'm a total klutz when it comes to condom etiquette. Therefore, I don't write them in my stories. However, I'm hoping that in real life you're condom-savvy and practice safe sex. Thank you!
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I was literally holding my breath awaiting Bones's reaction. My hands were still cupping her breasts and my left thumb was feeling specially daredevilish, as it was lazily circling her already half-erect nipple. My mouth was still feasting alongside her neck and I ventured a glance at the mirror.
Her reflection is material for many a night filled with wet dreams. Her eyes are closed, her breathing uneven and her lips are partially open, swollen and glistening... I catch a glimpse of her tongue darting between those lips and I'm a goner.
Spinning her around in my arms, I crush my lips to her, my tongue eagerly seeking hers, an overwhelming sense of need fueling my every action. My hands are all over her back and ass, pinning her hard against my body, rubbing my cock against her lower belly. I want her so badly I'd have gladly taken her right then and there, on top of the bathroom sink
But somehow my gentlemanly side overruled my cromagnon self in the last moment, just as I had already taken a step forward. Her response had been nothing but enthusiastic so far but this wasn't how I've envisioned our lovemaking to be. Satisfying my urges in the bathroom would, no doubt, be up there in my top 5 sex-related moments, but it 'd have been merely fucking.
And I wanted my first time with Temperance Brennan to be a love making experience that I would cherish till the day I died. There'd be plenty of time later, or so I fervently hoped, to break sinks and fuck against tiled walls... I had already picked a spot at the bathroom in her office. But that will be then and not now.
For now, I wanted to make love to her body like no other guy had ever done and like no other guy will ever do. I want to taste every inch of her body and brand her mine. Even if it was the last thing I did in my life, I wanted to hear my name on her lips as she came.
Grabbing her ass in both hands I lifeted her up and began stumbling towards the bed.
"Mhgh.ooth..." Came her protest, as she kept on kissing my shoulders and digging her nails on my back to keep balanced. "Grbh..ameras.."
"Let them watch, babe" I growl as we drop on the bed. But her warning cools me off a bit. Should I risk blowing our covers or should I risk our first time together? Fortunately for me, Bones took matters into her own hands, so to speak, thus making the decision for both of us.
Thank God for small favours.
Bones had somehow gotten from underneath me to above me and was having a ball kissing me all over my face, neck and shoulders. Her hands felt warm and tingling as she began playing with my chest hair and I moaned out loud when her thumbs found my nipples and began caressing them. They were hard in what seemed like seconds and I nearly jumped off the bed when I felt her tongue swirling around them.
My hands flew to her tanktop and took/ripped it off in one motion. Bra proved trickier... man I hate those bloody hooks... but soon enough we were both naked from the waist up and our chests were having a rubbing fest, which soon was joined by our hands and mouths.
All my senses were in overdrive: the texture of her skin underneath my hands, the smell of sweat mixed with desire, the sounds coming from deep within her every time I touched or licked a sensitive spot, the sight of her lost in sensation, a glow I was unable to describe and yet, it gave me a wicked selfish pleasure. "I" was reponsible for that glow, that smell, those sounds...
My sweat pants were beginning to feel unnecesary given the circumstances. And maybe Bones was feeling the same way, as we both reached for our waitbands at more less the same time. I knew better than to hope for that same synchronicity later on in the game, but dreaming is for free, right?
One thing I've learned in all these years that there's no moment as ackward when it comes to sex than the removal of clothes. When you're in your late teens or early 20's, either you're too young and eager to care or too flexible and eager to even notice it. But once you've reached your 30's it's a whole different tune. You're not as nimble and quick as Jack used to be. Joints creak, fingers loose ability and lower backs resent the kind of gymnastics involved in disrobing in one swift move.
But nobody seems to be talking about it. At least, no one in the Penthouse Forum letters ever seem to have problems with an unobliging button or an stuck zipper. Or jeans tangling in shoes that you forgot to take off in your haste?
Or sneakers, in this case. I've forgotten we were still wearing them fucking sneakers. Gramatical error intended. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I should have been easy, right? I mean, sweatpants, for crying out loud. What could have been easier? No buttons, no zippers, no tight fighting cuts, no rigid fabrics... all you needed was a lil' lift from the hips and then it was all as simple as rolling them off and be done with it, right?
Unless, of course, you've forgotten to take off your sneakers before hand. Then it takes just one to tangle, and 5 out of 10 times, it'll take the sizzle out of the tango and by the time you're done disrobing, sex is the farthest thing from your mind.
Pretty much like what was happening right now.
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A/N: I know. I know. Me bad. But I promise this is not the end of it. Really.