They stayed like that for the longest time. His head sank so that he was lying on her lap. She stroked his hair and rubbed his back and he just lay there taking it all in. He must have fallen asleep and when he opened his eyes the room was darker than before. Her hands had stilled one on his back, the other onto her own lap, beside his head. Slowly he looked up and saw that her head had fallen back, and her eyes had closed over. Her breathing was slow and steady. She was sleeping.
As carefully as he could he peeled himself away from her and sat up on the couch. He took a moment to wake up fully, rubbed his face with his hands, ran his fingers through his hair and took a few slow and steady breaths. He saw the blanket on the back of the couch and thought about covering her up, but decided against it. Instead he moved off the couch and ran upstairs to his room. He pulled the curtains closed, turned on the bedside lap and pulled down her duvet.
Back in the kitchen he filled a glass of water and brought it up to the room to leave beside the lamp then he went down to collect her.
"Andy?" he said softly and he wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to wake her. When she didn't stir he snaked an arm around her back at her shoulders and slipped the other one under her knees. He lifted her easily and she instinctively turned towards him and her head fell against his shoulder. He carried her upstairs and put her into his bed. He took the time to take off her shoes then covered her with the duvet. He took a moment to look down at her and brushed a few errant strands out of her face but before he could turn off the light and leave she called out his name.
"Sam…" it was whispered into the darkness and shattered the still silence.
"Yeah?"
"Stay. Stay with me."
Sam nodded. He pulled off his sweater and climbed into the bed beside her. She had rolled onto her back and lifted one of her arms. She tugged on him to get him to roll over towards her, and when he did she held him close. His head was on her breast and the slow steady beat of her heart was calming. He draped an arm across her torso and his legs mingled with hers.
"Andy…"
"Mmm?"
"Thanks."
She kissed the top of his head and he could feel her smiling. "What are friends for?"
"Friends?" He moved his head from her chest and looked up to her, delighting in her mischievous grin. "Is that what we are?"
"I hope so."
"So you normally lie in bed with your friends?" He adjusted his position, bent his arm and rested his head in his hand, as his other hand drew deliciously soft circles on her torso. She smiled.
"No, this is something I savour for special occasions."
"Special?" Sam lowered his head a little and she rolled hers to face him more.
A million funny remarks flew through her mind, but she rejected them all in favour of kissing him. She moved quickly, pressed her lips to his and pushed him over onto his back. His hands came up to her, rubbed her sides as her kiss got hungrier. Her tongue caressed the inside of his mouth as she lowered her hips down to rest on his crotch.
She sat up and he followed her, not wanting to lose the connection to her mouth. His hands found the hem of her top and he pulled it up and over her then tossed it aside then the touched her skin all over. It was warm and soft and he never wanted to let her go. Her hands were in his hair, her fingers on his scalp sending shivers of desire down his spine. Without realising it her hips began to move. The grinded against him, and felt him gasp and his fingers pressed into her sides to try to stop her but it was no use. His growing erection was beneath her and she was enjoying the feel of it too much to stop.
"Andy…"
"Shhhh!" she ordered. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back into the bed then kissed him slowly. She moved away from his lips, with effort, and kissed his jaw, his neck, his shoulders and his chest. She shuffled down and was sitting across his knees. Her hands tugged on his shorts but she didn't pull them off. Instead she paid attention to his hipbone that was jutting out. First the left, then the right. Sam tried to grab her shoulders to pull her back up to him but she squirmed out of his reach. She pulled his shorts down a little further and kissed him along the top of his pubic bone. Her breasts pressed against his thighs, her chin lightly brushed his penis and it was all he could do not to lose control right then and there.
But this was too much fun, so he hung on. He pushed his head back into the pillow, scrunched his eyes shut and tried not to think about her tongue on his skin. Leaving a burning trail in its wake that she cooled with cold air and she blew softly over it.
When she pulled his shorts down further, he lifted his ass to help her remove them and she tossed them aside as soon as she could. She reached her hands up and stroked his nipples, then dragged her nails down his chest, his thighs then back up the back to his butt. Sam clenched his fists holding bunches of the sheets to stop himself from grabbing her. The world would fall down around him and he would hope she would continue. She was kissing, an nipping the top of his hips, moving her lips to the inside of his thigh she slowly made her way to the one place he wanted, needed her to be.
Her hand moved after her tongue, her nails raking his hot skin. As she licked a path from his navel down to his pubic bone her hand grasped his erection and he bucked beneath her. She stroked him in slow soft motions. Then her tongue replaced her hands. It ran from base to tip, circling at the top and he almost exploded. She opened her mouth wider, circled the tip of his penis with her tongue then slowly took it in, her lips moved all the way down the shaft to the very base. Sam had to pool all his concentration to stop himself from moving. Her tongue moved against his hot skin and she lifted her head painfully slowly and release him.
He moaned audibly and released the breath he was holding but before he could do anything else she took him in again, in one smooth motion, his penis hit the back of her throat but she opened her gullet to take him in fully and he groaned again with the sensation. One of her hands came around to cup his balls and she squeezed them gently, the other moved across his torso, raked her nails over his skin and came down to rest at the base of his penis where she circled it and held it in place.
"Oh god…" the words escaped passed his lips though he wasn't sure how seeing as he was struggling to breath.
She began to move faster, her tongue wet him, her lips pressed around him and her hot breath tickled him then she hummed. The low steady pitch sent shockwaves through his system then she swirled her tongue around him and he bucked beneath her, unable to hold still any longer he pushed his hips off the bed and further into her mouth. She fondled his balls with one hand and the other moved over his hips to squeeze his ass. She took him in, pressed her tongue against him, and hummed again.
"Andy…Andy!" he said, his hand reached down to stop her, the build-up was going beyond his control but she batted his hand away and sucked on him, letting her tongue rasp across the top of his penis. His hips were moving faster now and she kept up with him, both her hands now holding his hips until finally, with a guttural release that seemed to emanate from his toes he was spent. She squeezed his hips, sucked her lips and tongue up his shaft and released him with a pop. He lay on the bed, his body melted into the mattress. She kissed his inner thighs, and then slowly kissed her way up his chest to his jaw.
She spotted the glass of water on the bedside table and reached over to take a long drink. When she was finished she turned her attention back to him but he still hadn't moved. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged. She was still straddling him, sitting up and looking down at him with a smug smile on her face when he eventually opened his eyes.
It seemed to take him a moment to focus, his eyes wandered around the room before finally settling on her and her smile.
"Hey…" he managed to get out though his voice was raspy.
"Hey yourself. Here." She held out the glass to him and he took a long drink.
"Thanks." Andy smirked. "For the drink I mean."
"Oh yeah, of course."
"C'mere…" he tugged her down so she was lying on top of him. He kissed her lightly and hugged her. "Andy, I just…I just want to say…"
When he didn't continue she pushed off him. Breached her hands on either side of his head and looked down at him. She was smiling softly and there was a light blush in her cheeks. He studied her features and she had never looked so beautiful to him.
"What is it?"
"God dammit Andy…I love you."
"Not quite the admission a lady years to hear."
His hands were on her hips and he pushed her up, followed her and then held her in a tight embrace. Her legs came around his waist and she inched closer to him. He tipped his head and rested it on her shoulder, and pressed feather light kisses into her skin.
"I love you." It was barely a whisper and it warmed her very core. "I wanted to say it to you before, I needed to say it to you now. Before…"
"Before what?"
"Before I panic and run away again."
She rolled back on her hips to get a look at him. He loosened his grip on her and watched her face for any sign that she wasn't on the same page btu te expression he saw there was nothing short of love. He dared a smile. She looked down at his hands that were now on her thighs. She picked up his right arm, rubbed her fingers along his scars. He tried to pull it away but she wouldn't let him. She lifted his arm up, caught his eyes with hers then kissed his scars, softly, barely touching him. She kissed a trail all the way up his arm and finally their lips connected.
The kiss was a soft an languid and she felt her core churning. Then without warning he flipped her over onto her back and assaulted her with his lips.
"So we've had the oral, now it's time for the practical?" she said when he pulled the strap of her bra off her shoulder.
"Well there has been one oral exam, correct. But there may be a need for a retake."
Andy chuckled. His tongue licked the upper curve on her breasts then dipped into the crevice. She moaned and squirmed against him, her nails scratching patterns on his back. He pulled on her sports bra and tugged it off her then squeezed her left breast with his hand, while laying lavish attention on the other with his tongue. After a moment he switched sides. She was writhing beneath him but he had her trapped. He pressed his lower weight onto her crotch and legs and trapped her upper body with his hands and his tongue.
"Sam…Sam, wait." She put her hands on either side of his face and forced him to look at her.
"What?"
"I love you too." She beamed as his smile crept across his lips, then without breaking eye contact he lowered his head and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She tried not to show her reaction but it was no use. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth where he suckled on it. His hands roamed down her sides and met resistance in her tight jogging shorts. He had to roll off her an peel them off with both hands. When they were tossed to the floor he didn't reclaim his place immediately, instead he parted her legs slowly, dragged his fingers tips from her knee, up her inner thigh and across her pubic bone. She bit her bottom lip in an effort to control the effect he was having on her but it was no use. Her whole body was starting to quiver.
He leaned in, blew cold air over her curls then let his tongue appear to lick her. She moved beneath his touch and he moved his tongue deeper. She clenched her butt and moved her hips. His hands roamed over her skin and he reached up to cup her breasts.
"Sam…Sam c'mere…" she pulled on his shoulders to bring him up her body. He obliged but not before he blew more air over her, then kissed his way up her chest. She snaked one leg around him, her heel pressing into the small of his back, she pressed him to her. "This… this is what I want."
Sam reached down between them and guided himself to her entrance but he didn't push, not yet. He looked up to her face, kissed her lightly, then pulled back and caught her eye. With their eyes locked he thrust his hips forward in one smooth motion. Neither of them was able to keep their eyes in contact as the sensation exploded around them. They lay still, her fingers pressing hard into his back, leaving small crescent moon shapes behind, his bit into her shoulder, leaving teeth marks in his wake. When they were able Sam slowly pulled out then all the way back in again. Slow leisurely strokes, building up friction as she arched her back to press her breasts onto his hairy chest, and rolled her hips to allow her deeper access.
His hand slid beneath them, pressed her from the curve of her ass, helping her keep up the quickening pace. She met him, thrust for thrust, she raised her arms up over her head, buried them under her head and he loved the way it made her breasts curve to their fullest and bounce beneath him. She planted her feet onto the bed an braced herself, pushing her hips up further, giving him further penetration and tipped her over the edge. With a long loud moan she felt her core implode.
"Oh god…" He thrust again but she widened her legs and with one final push he followed her into oblivion with a groan. Every muscle he had was humming with the orgasm that coursed through him and he fell onto her with a grunt.
They lay still, panting. After a few moments, when he thought he could control his muscles again, Sam rolled over onto his side and took her with him. He was still inside her, flaccid but touching and it wasn't a sensation he was prepared to lose.
He combed his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheeks, rubbed her nose with his own then kissed her lips.
"I love you," he whispered.
She smiled and returned his kisses. Her whole body was aching deliciously and she loved the feeling of being held against him from top to toe.
"I missed you."
"Me too."
"When will you be back at 15?"
"Soon." He kissed her again, loving how her lips were soft and wet, ready for his. "When do you go back to work?"
"Next week I think. Frank hasn't given me a date yet but he said it would be in the next couple of days."
"So…what you're saying is we have time?"
"Time? For what?" She felt him twitching against his crotch and she arched her eyebrows. "So soon?"
"No, not quite…you really took it out of me earlier, I'm surprised I could recover at all!" He stretched his body, his legs reached past the end of the bed and his free arm up into the air.
"Mmmm, I know what you mean."
Andy stretched as well then rolled over onto her other side. She held one arm beneath her neck and let his hand curl round to breast, then she shimmied back to press her back to his chest and her butt to his crotch. His other arm came over her torso and held her in place and his legs spooned behind her.
"Perfect." He whispered then kissed her behind her ear.
"Mmmmm," was all she could manage as her body relaxed against his she fell into an easy relaxed slumber. Sam watched her for a minute more, fighting the urge to sleep himself. He wanted to take it all in, didn't want to miss a thing. But his eyes were heavy and eventually he followed her, hoping that when he woke she would still be in his arms. He pulled her tighter against him to make sure then finally succumbed to the delicious exhaustion.
The End.
Skinfull
A/N: I really hope my tiredness didn't shine through in this chapter. (its 2.40am!) but I really had fun with it and I didn't wan to stop, or post half a chapter. Anywhoo... good times! Roll on the next fic!
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~ Excuse the typos, I dont have a beta reader.