Chapter Twenty Seven Point Two More Smut
We are naked, stretched out in each other's embrace, touching from toes all the way through to our faces, we look into each other's eyes. The penny drops. "Jeanine Matthews put out a bounty on all Divergents and named you specifically." I say, I haven't moved but my head is a mess. Tris, is calling me, keeps saying my name, trying to regain our connection. "Stay with me, Tori, you and me, right now, darling, just stay here, with me, please, Tori," she pleads.
"I'm here," I finally manage to say, "I'm here." She presses her forehead to mine. "Don't leave me," she says, "I'm here, baby," I hold her tightly, wrapping my arms and legs around her whole body. "Love me," she says. I kiss her deeply, sliding my flat palms slowly and firmly down from her shoulders, pushing her into me all the way, down her back to her ass. I tilt her pelvis forward so that her pussy hovers just above mine, I push up so that only my clit touches her clit. I drag mine from the bottom to the top of hers, coating her with my juices and slide slowly down again. A few hundred times - I don't know, who's counting?
It's such a subtle, intimate movement, it produces a powerful physical response and serves to connect us deeply. It also generates one of those orgasms that one is rather holding off than chasing down. "Can you hear me?" she asks. "I hear you." "Can you see me?" she asks. "I see you, my beautiful girl." "I love you, Tori." "I love you." I can feel her too, I can feel her clit harden, I know she is enjoying holding off, being in this moment together. I also know that she loves when I whisper things into her ear that she still finds confronting, that shocks the Abnegation out of her.
I change nothing else about the I am moving so softly against her, only the shift of my lips to ear "I want you to come for me," it never fails to fuck her up and she cries out. She holds off with every ounce of determination she can muster, "Say it again," she begs, "Come with me, right now, all over my pussy," and she does. I feel the reaction in her clit as it pulses for a long moment and then begins to melt back into its shell, the confirmation of her orgasm is so exciting to me that I immediately let go and welcome my own.
When Tris is sure I can handle the contact she rests against me, still wrapped up by my arms and legs, "I love you so much, Tris," I kiss her all over her face and rock our bodies from side to side, it's not a sexual movement rather comforting, a little playful. We are so relieved to be on the other side of this difficult period, to have found each other again, we want to hold on to this moment and never let go.
It's so funny to think that our difficult moments consist of me wandering around for days on end with my head up my ass - we don't fight, there's no nagging, no shouting. Triss having sworn when she told me she missed me is the strongest language she has used directly to me that has not been in the throes of passion. Oh she was pissed, to be sure, I don't mistake that for a moment, and rightfully so, but she doesn't behave in anger. I am only too grateful to be required to do penance and I start immediately.
I roll over her until she is on her back underneath me, I push her legs open by firmly placing my foot on the inside of one knee and pining it to the bed and shift the other leg with my knee, trapping it with my elbow. She knows what is coming and that in itself puts her excitement into full throttle, I drive two fingers inside her, not hard or fast, she doesn't enjoy it like that, but she gets turned on when I demonstrate how well I know her, how well I understand her body and how thoroughly I can pleasure her.
She wants to raise her legs in response to the stimulation she is enjoying but she is in no position, I kiss her mouth and she wraps her arms around my neck. I run my hand over her breast squeezing it on the way up and and releasing on the way down, I match this by pushing inside her on the way down and sliding out on the way up. I could do this all day long, watching her, listening to her, feeling her - I could as well be doing this to myself as to her. She is so beautiful, her spirit is so dauntless, I love her so much.
"Darling, can you use it?" She wants me to use the double ended dildo but she just can't bring herself to use its name. She has come a long way from that shy girl who nearly bolted when she accidentally saw my breasts, it took her awhile to be able to walk naked from our bed to the bathroom. I think my Erudite exposure taught me that bodies were bodies with functional parts, those parts had names and while we are all a little different we are all the same. I think Tris would have held on to her prudishness longer if not for her dauntlessness. I mean, it's hard to ask for what you want, but she wanted things, she wanted to experience things, with me and that requires communication and she really busted her boundaries. I couldn't be more proud of her or feel more honoured to be part of her experience.
I reach under the bed and find what she wants, "You want to give or receive?" I ask, it's neither here nor there, truly, we're both about to receive something pretty awesome, I just want to know which position she wants right now. She moves to her hands and knees, turns her back on me and lays her head on the bed. Her ass lifts and she is so sexy it's unreal, she knows the effect she has on me too. I push one end inside me and with my thumb at the base of the other I push it down so she can take it rather than me giving it to her. She always likes to do it herself until she knows for sure what she is getting, she is so wet but still she takes it little by little, in and out, while I rub my hands all over her skin, her ass, her thighs, her back.
When she has taken it all the way and is ready she will put her hands behind my knees and stop moving and I will start. Every movement on her end, of course, causes friction on mine, it's smaller than my favourite but I can't be sure I would be able to think of her quite as much if that was inside me. Better this way - especially for penance. I fuck her slowly, quickly, deeply, to the front, with a circular motion, you name it, she comes several times and her body is almost fried when she tells me to wait, she falls forward, but determinedly rolls to her back, she holds out her arms.
I know what she wants, I haul her up to straddle my knees she falls against me, arms over my shoulders and I give it to her slowly, evenly, not too deep. She can't come anymore now, but neither can she stop, she just wants to be pressed against my body, feeling me move inside her until she can no longer bear any friction at all. I love the feel of her in my arms, her hair in my face, the smell of her skin, the salty taste of her. I love the closeness, the full skin contact. She is such a beautiful person, such a wonderful human being, I can't say how good it is to love and be loved by her.
From out of nowhere, Tris gets a second wind, using her feet she increases the depth and speed of penetration, I am surprised but not at all troubled. She looks into my eyes and kisses me, "Touch my breasts," she bosses me about, and it's a pleasure. I don't know where this is coming from but all of a sudden she is pounding the life out of that piece of latex, and by proxy giving me one hell of a good showing as well. I hope that piece of equipment its fire retardant because the friction she is causing - or extracting - I don't know which, is really quite something. If I should be reduced to ashes I can only consider it a mighty fine way to go. She cries out, her voice hoarse, I feel her juices splash onto my legs and Tris launches herself backwards, off of the dildo, off of me and onto the bed.
I tug it and it pops out of me, I toss it onto the floor toward the bathroom, where one of us will pick it up, one of us will take it into the shower, one of us will wash it. Her body is hot, heavy, exhausted, spent and far too sensitive to be jostled about so I lie down behind her and lay an arm across her waist. When her heart beat returns to a less erratic pace and she can breathe almost normally I ask her if she wants water. It takes her a whole minute to nod, I drop a little kiss on her head and extract myself carefully, I bring back water, juice, some chocolate from the pillowcase and a damp face washer.
I wipe her face and her neck and spread it out on her chest so she can use it or not. She drinks all the water, all the juice straight up and takes a big bite of chocolate. I am surprised again when she offers me a bite of the end sticking out of her mouth. I'd have thought she was done. DONE. Taking that bite is to invite a very chocolatey kiss which ends up a sweet sticky mess all over my mouth, my face, my neck. I don't know where she is getting the stamina but I'm not complaining, she kisses me all over my body, in half an hour or however long - who cares, there isn't an inch of skin that she hasn't kissed, licked, tongued, nibbled, except for the couple of square inches that now wants it the most.
While she has her tongue in my mouth she is tying her hair back and I think I know what this signals. If I am right I have to question Tris's thinking - which is something I have never had to do. If I am doing penance for behaviour she hopes to eradicate, this is not the way to reinforce that particular outcome. Tris gives me that look - the one that brings me undone, the one that says that she knows that I am about to get seriously fucked up and she will be the one doing it. The power of that look is dangerous.
She pushes me down on to my back and from the moment she swings a leg over my head, well from here on out it's me fighting every damn moment not to come. She leans forward, I can feel her breath on me, she slides her tongue along my clit, from the top, right down to my soaked opening and back up the other side. This move has also signalled to me that Tris thinks she has at least one more clitoral orgasm in her and that is too fucking exciting. She is withholding her body so that she can pleasure me, I can't help but look at her as I run my hands all over her skin as far as I can reach. I have to think about something because if I think about what she is doing to me right now it's going to be curtains.
She covers my vulva entirely, drawing all of me into her mouth, sucking on my labia and applying pressure to my clit with her whole tongue. It runs back and forward, from top to bottom and it doesn't take long before I am moaning, moving beneath her and scratching her back with my nails, she knows I am ready so she settles herself over my face and when I orientate myself, her pace matches mine, her moans fill the space between my own. I change the motion of my hips from up and down to circular as I grind out the first waves of my orgasm. I become momentarily stupid, my tongue fails to respond to auto pilot commands so Tris simply presses into me and finds my tongue herself, by the time her orgasm begins I have regained control and help her through hers. When she has given me all she has to give, she rolls off of my body and we lay there head to toe, staring at the ceiling and holding hands.
Every so often I graze her hand with my thumb or she will squeeze my fingers with her own. Eventually she sits up and says, "We need to talk. Wine, beer or spirits?" I roll over and grab the tobacco. Now that Tris and I know exactly where we stand with each other - we need to make plans for every other motherfucker in Chicago.