Passions Prologue
By Dana Keylits
Chapter Twenty-Four: Fun
Day Thirteen
She stretched. I yawned. She rolled over. I tucked my feet between her calves. She opened her eyes. I blinked. She smiled. I chuckled.
"Kate?"
"Hmmm?"
"Your feet are freakin' cold!"
"I know!" I replied, snuggling closer to her under the heavy duvet. I squeezed my eyes shut against the bright dawn of light filtering in through her window. "Why do you think I have them there?" I wiggled my toes.
She pressed her calves together, rubbing one of them against my feet in an attempt to warm them up. "Come here," she commanded, tugging at my waist and pulling me on top of her.
Her lips were soft and warm, and they felt so, so good against mine. I hadn't brushed my teeth yet, and I urgently needed to pee, but God, I never wanted to leave this bed.
But, after a minute of canoodling, Mother Nature demanded she be respected, and I reluctantly slipped out of Bette's arms and padded naked to the bathroom, wrapped only in the emerald green hand knit throw that had fallen onto the floor from the foot of the bed. When I was done, I opened the bathroom door with a squeak, the sounds of the old toilet tank re-filling with water trailing behind me, and found Bette already making coffee.
Naked.
I slipped up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, enveloping her in the soft blanket. She leaned her head against my shoulder and sighed. Her body was warm, humming, a familiar soothing balm against my cool flesh. I dipped my head and lightly brushed my lips against the side of her neck, relishing the slow exhale that came from her lips.
Of their own bidding, my hands wandered, sliding up her body, exploring every curve and dip, line and arc, the softest parts of her, kneading and grasping, curious, unabashed, eager. I let the blanket fall from my shoulders and we stood in her kitchen, naked, open, our bodies linked together by one carnal touch after the other. She spun around in my arms, her lips tracing a line up my throat to my mouth where they captured me in a kiss so deep, so passionate, I thought I might pass out right then and there.
And then she pulled away, rubbing her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb, looking at me with that wicked glint in her eye, the one that told me she was up to something, the one that told me we were about to have a whole lot of fun.
I smiled, my body tilting towards her, craving her, I reached out with one arm and she allowed me to pull her back into me, her leg coiling around my waist as my hand inched it's way to her wanting waiting sex, my fingers finding her ready and aroused.
We kissed.
I came up for air, my lips parting from hers with an audible smack. My voice low, throaty, breathless, "Bette, you're so wet." I whispered, settling her backwards so she was leaning against the sink.
She moaned, rotating her pelvis to put more pressure on my hand, and I didn't need further instruction. My fingers circled her clit, and then I flattened my hand against her, moving back and forth, feeling her harden against me, feeling her body grow rigid, her breathing grow ragged. I increased the cadence of my hand, feeling dizzy, disoriented with each labored breath that went in and out of her lungs, with each moan and whisper and jagged pause of sound.
"Kate! Fuck. Kate!"
Her leg was coiled so tightly around me, her hands digging into the flesh of my back, her fingernails undoubtedly leaving marks up and down the column of my spine. I flattened my palm, moving as swiftly as I could, feeling her build and rise, her breaths go sharply in and out with a fevered rhythm until, all at once, finally, at the last she shuddered against me and I could feel the contractions of her orgasm as they crashed against my fingers.
Over, and over.
And, over.
"God!" she screamed, her voice echoing from the high ceiling, filling the spaces around us, urging us both forward, tumbling on, pleasure, power, release.
"Oh, God. Oh, God. Kate. Fuck. Oh, God."
Her voice like velvet, her ruby-kissed lips rounded into a perfect 'O' as she trembled against me, her words repeating on an endless, ecstatic loop, like a litany, a prayer.
I held on, my hand motionless, flat against her throbbing clit as she came, as each wave of the orgasm took her, pounded her, pleasured her. And, by the time it had finally receded, by the time she was satiated, we were both a mass of sweaty, fulfilled, quivering flesh.
When she finally had her breath, she looked up at me and flashed a crooked grin. "Wow. Kate. You," she laughed. "You know just what to do to me."
I pulled her closer against me, my lips brushing against hers. "I've had a good tutor," I replied, my kiss soft and slow, my tongue peeking out to tease her before darting back into my mouth. I was feeling bold, more confident, more sure of how to be with her, how to make her feel the way she made me feel.
And, I loved it.
And, I'm pretty sure I loved her.
She gathered the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around us, her arms pulling me into her, and she kissed my jawline, her body still vibrating from the unexpected orgasm. "So, Kate," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "What do you want to do today?"
I smiled, raising my eyes to the ceiling, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth before answering her. "Oh, I dunno," I mused. "Something fun."
"Something, fun," she purred, her tongue dipping into my ear, sending thousands of tiny shivers in a footrace down my spine. "I think I can manage that."
I captured her mouth with mine, my tongue engaging her in a carnal wanton dance, gliding from her mouth to mine, then back to hers before we pulled away and stared at each other, matching stupid grins on our faces. My body was on fire, the ache, the need between my legs reminding me that I still demanded release.
"I bet you can," I agreed, reaching for her hand and then guiding it to the place between my legs.
She smiled.
I grinned.
A/N: Yes, only two more days left! :-( But, at your request, I'm making this last as long as I can before the inevitable happens. Thank you all so much for all of your wonderful words. I have so appreciated the positive feedback this little story has received.-dk