Part: 4/5
Rating: M
Note: Please remember to note the rating of this fic, especially for this chapter. This chapter delves into the sensuality a little more, and if its not quite your thing, I am sure you will know which parts to skip ;) So, continuing on from where we left off in chapter 3…
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A loud rap across the room broke through the lazy affectionate atmosphere and she parted her surprised lips from his to look over her shoulder towards the far door across the room.
"Room service," he explained, his hands sliding down to her hips. "I ordered for two if you want to stay for breakfast," he asked her with a tempting smile and a lifted eyebrow, though surely it was clear that she was in no rush to leave his bed and room.
She smiled at the invitation. "I would like that," she replied as she leant her weight to slide back off him to sit beside him again. His hands lingered over her hips and down her leg that she pulled back over him. She smiled at the stroking touch, and as he sat up next to her, his hand still on her leg, she saw the same temptation to linger on the bed was shared.
Another knock at the door, far louder this time, clearly intended to wake someone still suspected to be sleeping inside. John took the hint and properly turned from her, his hand pulling from her leg, as he stood up from the bed. She was graced with the wonderful sight of his entirely naked back view as he got up and moved away across the room. He stretched his back as he walked away, the length of his spine and legs all the more apparent.
As much as she appreciated the view, she suspected he would need something to wear once he got to the door, so smiling she reached for his night trousers still folded up on the bedside table on her side.
"John?" She called to him and he looked back round at her, affording her with another very enjoyable view as he turned. She lifted his folded trousers and tossed them towards him. He dipped to catch them and glanced down at his nudity and back up to her with a sparkling smile. There was another even louder, and more impatient, knock at the door.
"On my way," John called towards the door as he pulled on his trousers, and she felt a small touch of disappointment to see his backside disappear from view, but then the clothing's material sat very well over him she noted as he reached the door and pulled it open.
She laid further back on the bed, pulling the sheet up a little to cover herself some more, especially as she did not know who might be walking past in the hallway.
She could not hear the quiet conversation John and the person outside shared, but she saw the other man's arms appear, handing over a large tray that held their breakfast, John seeming unwilling to let him further into the room. With a few more words, John stood back and nudged the door shut with his hip.
The door shut, she kicked the sheet away again as she sat up and shifted forward on the bed as John approached with the tray. He leant forward and set the tray down on the bed and she settled herself before it, enjoying the scents drifting up from the plates that were revealed as he lifted the metallic plate covers.
"Was the call earlier to offer you room service?" She asked wondering if she would have received a similar call to her empty room.
"No, that was my wake up call," he replied as he set the plate covers down off the bed.
She recalled then that he had been planning to play golf this morning. "For you to play golf today?"
He nodded as he leant back over the tray, preparing the tall pot of coffee for them. "I was planning to," he replied with that amused and flirtatious tone again.
She saw nothing but amusement in his expression, but she did not wish to interfere with his plans for today, knowing how he had enjoyed the golf course yesterday.
"You are not going now?" She asked.
He looked up from the coffee to her. "Mmmmm…golf or naked Teyla?" He pondered with a smile. "That's a tough one."
She smiled at his comment, flattered and enjoying the dark sparkle to his eyes leant so close over the tray.
She looked down at herself and then back up at him. "I am not naked," she pointed out to him softly with a knowing smile.
His eyes dropped down her front, lifting back up to her face, by way of a slow appraisal of her clothed in his shirt. His eyes told her that the naked part would easily be dealt with later. The flush of warmth through her body was instantaneous, his expression and implication making her feel confident and very feminine, and his shirt suddenly felt far heavier over her skin, over her breasts.
He smiled, and she mused how easily the desire was between them now. She smiled up at him in return as she reached forward up over the tray to cup his chin and jaw in her hand as she lifted up enough to press at light kiss to his lips.
She sat back down, drawing her hand from his chin slowly, enjoying the gentle moment. With another smile, he stood up straight from over the tray and moved around the bed to sit down back down on his side. Teyla turned her attention to the breakfast as he settled beside her in front of the tray, his shoulder and arm against hers.
She reached for the pile of still warm toast and split the number of slices onto their plates, beside the eggs and crispy bacon.
"What were you planning to do today?" He asked as he reached forward to lift the coffee jug and poured it into their waiting cups.
Teyla remembered then her own plans and looked over her shoulder towards the bedside clock and then back to John. "Jennifer and I were planning a day by the pool. I am supposed to meet her there at ten o'clock," she informed him as she lifted some toast and dipped her knife into the small pot of dark red jam, smearing a good helping over the slice.
"You've got half an hour to get there," John pointed out.
She smiled as she chewed on her toast, shifting to cross her legs more comfortably, hitching her right knee up on John's leg beside her.
"It was a loosely set time, and I can cancel it," she suggested.
"I could sit by the pool for a day," he considered and she liked that he wished to spend his day with her. "Besides, we should probably put on a show for Murphy."
She chuckled around her food, musing at how the matchmaker evening had actually turned out. "She wished to play matchmaker and it seems that she did."
John shook his head as he ate his cooked breakfast. "I'm not giving her any credit for last night," he stated with a shining smile. "I saw my opportunity and went for it."
As she chewed, Teyla narrowed her eyes at him, growing suspicious. "Were you even on her list last night?" She asked amused.
"I was," he replied instantly, glancing at her as he ate. "She did try to blackmail me into it, and I have no idea who she was planning to put me with. I was hoping to get out of it, then I saw your name on the list and then there you were hiding outside the door…"
"I was not hiding outside the door," she protested.
"You were hiding," he argued with a grin.
She looked away down to her food, trying not to smile and imply that he was right. She had been close to considering a way out of entering that room last night before John had arrived. She forked up some eggs and glanced round at him as she ate.
"So you thought you would persuade me to sit with you instead?" She asked amused to find out that he had seen the situation as an opportunity.
He munched on a piece of crispy bacon as he gave a shrug, accompanied by a rather smug smile. "Didn't want you sitting with that rock guy."
She chuckled at him. "Geologist," she corrected again.
"He seems very popular with the women in the city."
"Olan is a very nice man, who is very enthusiastic about his work," Teyla replied, in part to support Olan, but also to tease John a little.
"Rocks, Teyla. He looks at rocks," John replied.
She smiled at his assessment of Olan's work, fuelled it seemed by a touch of jealousy.
"Rocks can be very important," she replied, though not entirely sure of what went into the role of a geologist, for all she had discussed with Olan so far was his homeland on Earth. She had never seen a human so naturally pale as Olan, even his eyelashes were exceptionally pale. He had told her that most people from his part of Earth were similarly as fair, but she suspected that his crystal blue eyes were more unusual.
"He seems quite popular with you," John said suspiciously, his eyes narrowed at her, but the atmosphere remained that of playful flirtation.
"We have had several discussions," she told him reaching forward to pick up some bacon.
"What kind of discussions?" He asked. His closest hand was settled on her knee now, his fingers idly stroking over her skin.
She looked at him beside her with a purposefully innocent expression. "About Earth," she told him.
He lifted his eyebrows requesting more information and she sensed that he was now actually interested in exactly what she and Olan had discussed. She smiled at him as she reached forward to pick up her coffee cup, leaning her side against his some more, and her arm slid against his as she moved.
"He was telling me about his homeland," she clarified now. "That they have low temperatures and snow almost all year round."
"You should see where I used to work," he told her before he sipped at his coffee.
He set down his cup on the tray, his breakfast already finished he had been so hungry, and now he set his jaw in his hand, his elbow against his far leg. His attention was tightly focused on her, and she glanced at him as she finished her bacon and eggs. He was quiet for a few minutes, his hand on her knee the only movement from him.
She set down her fork, her breakfast complete, and as she lifted her coffee cup, she looked round at him with a smile. He smiled back, with that warm appreciative look that she now recognised.
"So," he began, his tone a little cautious now. "Has there been anyone…you know…around, since you and Kanaan…?"
She shook her head. "No," she told him honestly. "And yourself? I have not seen or heard that you were with anyone, but then you tend to keep things private."
He seemed interested in her choice of words. "No, no one," he told her, glancing down to his hand on her bare knee set up on his leg. "Though, there is one woman I've had my eye on."
She felt a brief flash of worry before she realised who he meant and she smiled as he looked back up at her, his gaze sharp and playful again. It made her feel very warm. His gaze lowered down her front and she felt his eyes on the writing over her chest.
"That shirt has never looked so good," he told her, looking back up to meet her gaze.
She smiled at the compliment and looked down at his shirt over her. She smoothed her hands down over the soft fabric, tugging it down around her hips, musing again how much larger it was on her than it likely was on him.
She looked back up at him to find his eyes on her hands at her hips, then gazing over her bare crossed legs. She looked at his darkened jaw, to his lips, which were parted just a fraction, and she licked her lips, tasting bitter coffee and salty bacon.
The enticing spell slid around them again, and she wandered her gaze down his throat to his bare chest. She could remember how it had felt to slide her hand over him, feeling the toned litheness of him.
She set down her empty coffee cup back onto the tray and looked back at him, to find his eyes had lifted up to meet hers again, the spell enfolding around them, warming the space between them. She wondered how they had ever kept their attraction secret from one another for so many years. The world outside of the walls of this room faded, leaving just the two of them sitting together, limited skin touching except in their minds, for surely he was recalling last night, and enjoying her closeness as she was enjoying his.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze focusing over her shoulder for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "It's almost ten," he told her, his words a question as much as information.
The spell did not break between them though, for she was in no hurry to leave his side, and sensed that he did not care to head to the poolside just yet. She slid her hand over his where it lay on her knee. She knew nothing was needed of them today, and that Jennifer would not worry over her absence for a while. They were on vacation, with no duties, no deadlines, and she was deeply thankful that their relationship had changed here, giving them to spend time together, and not in the city.
"Would you have asked me to have dinner with you in Atlantis if you had not had the opportunity to here?" She asked him as she stroked her hand up and down his forearm.
He smiled as he considered his answer. "I was hoping to build up to it here," he informed her and she sensed a touch of self-consciousness on his part. His closeness the first night here at the inter-department mingle, watching out for her when she wished to be 'rescued' from overly long conversations, altered in its intention and she could see now that he had been watching her, always having noticed her silent requests for assistance whenever she looked for him.
His hand on her knee stroked a wider area, the touch no longer as idle. "Would you have had dinner with me?" He asked her.
"If you had asked me in Atlantis?" She asked, enjoying his warm touch on the inside of her knee, and he nodded. "Yes, I would certainly have had dinner with you," she informed him with a smile, making sure he understood that she too had had her 'eye on him'.
He grinned at her reply, clearly pleased, as she was that they would have ended up sharing a meal together even if last night's opportunity had not presented itself.
She ran her hand further up his arm, sliding her hand around the fullness of muscle and strong sinew. He lifted his jaw from his hand and leant towards her, his shoulder pressing tight against hers. She cupped her hand around his arm as they twisted their upper bodies towards each other, his free hand touching against her neck, sliding up to cup her jaw as their lips met again.
This kiss was new as well, for now they shared greater knowledge of the other, of the fact that they had been heading towards this point. She parted her lips against his, seeking the enfolding spell again, drawing in his presence, his touch, their bodies pressing as close as they could sat beside each other, his hand sliding lower on her inner thigh.
The kiss deepened, the air around them abruptly charged as she felt the passion rising inside her again. Her body was suddenly aching already, buzzing to share with him again, especially informed now by the depth of their mutual desire to have reached this place. That his hands were gentle, warm, and clearly intent to touch more of her, only fuelled the growing desire inside her. She pulled her arm trapped against his out from between them, to slide her hand up his back, enjoying the natural swells and dips of muscle and backbone. Her other hand she stroked up his upper arm, over the lines of his shoulder to slide up into his hair.
He pulled his mouth from hers, holding back a fraction from her. "What about meeting Keller?" He asked, his voice a husky tone.
She ran her hand to the back of his neck. "We can be late to the poolside," she whispered as she touched her lips back against his. He made a deep rumbling sound from his throat as he pressed his lips back against hers forcefully, his tongue sliding into her mouth, twisting with hers. She murmured with pleasure, tightening her hands on him.
He pushed her backwards, turning within her arms as he laid her down on the bed. As her back met the mattress, and he leant further over her, there was a clatter of cutlery and ceramics from the tray still set on the bed. Their lips parted with a surprised breath as they both looked back down the bed to see that the coffee jug remained upright on the tray. They both let out an amused relived breath as he sat back up from her.
As he lifted the tray, turned and deposited it somewhere off the bed, Teyla shuffled back up the bed for more room and stretched out her legs from their crossed position.
The tray aside, John turned back to her, now level with her legs as she had moved up the bed. He shifted from the bed to move up the bed to join up, but paused at her hips, reaching out to where the shirt over her hips had ridden up. He slid his hands over her bared skin, pushing up the material and he leant down and pressed a kiss to her lower belly that he had exposed. She sighed with pleasure at the soft kiss, which moved up her stomach as he pushed the shirt up further. She smiled down at him, running her hands over his bared shifting shoulders, and across his neck, as he pressed his next kiss to her middle. The shirt pushed up further, just covering her breasts as he pressed another kiss to her skin, just under one of her breasts.
She drew in a deep breath, her eyes half closed as she looked down at him, past the crumpled up 'Airforce' caught up in his hands, as he kissed under the swell of her other breast.
He slid his mouth back across her skin to the middle of her stomach, his hands enclosing around her breasts through the shirt.
She moaned at the simple contact, arousing her greatly, the shirt's fabric brushing against her nipples under the warmth of his palms. "John," she gasped breathily.
His hands massaged softly, moving together perfectly, and she arched into the touch. As she did, he pressed his mouth back down against her middle, licking across her skin. She tightened her grip in his hair at the back of his neck, willing his mouth up higher, but enjoying his hands on her and his mouth, wet and hot against her middle.
His head slid lower, kissing straight down her middle and one of his hands slid down her side as he moved, caressing her side, her waist, and down to her hip. The three caresses over her, his hands, and his kisses moving down to her bellybutton, soothed the ache inside, yet also drove it higher. Her delight at the attention, at his touch, was deeply satisfying, yet she wanted more. She ran one hand down from his shoulder, sliding to his hand that massaged her breast through his shirt. She gripped at the thick forearm with her pleasure as his hand withdrew and returned, sliding under the material, his warm palm finally against her sensitive skin.
His mouth had lifted from her stomach as he caressed her breast, his other hand resting on her far hip. She looked down herself, her chest still obscured by fabric, piled up on one side over his hand on her left breast, and she saw his hooded eyes watching her. She smiled at him, her hand sliding back through his hair. He kept his gaze with hers as he pressed a smiling kiss above her bellybutton and then slid his tongue into her bellybutton. She closed her eyes and arched against him at the swirling motion of his tongue that was somehow simultaneously ticklish and arousing. He lifted his mouth to touch the tip of his tongue back inside the dip to tickle and arouse again. She wriggled with a breathy laugh under the contact, both her hands in his hair now. As he lifted his mouth, she opened her eyes to see him smiling up at her, before he pressed soft kisses out away from her bellybutton.
Sighing with pleasure, she watched as his hand sliding under the shirt to massage over her other breast, then down her stomach, as he kissed lower down her belly. She realised abruptly where he was headed, his kisses at the upper band of her underwear, and she jerked against him.
He lifted his mouth from her abruptly, having sensed her tension, and he looked up her body to her with a questioning look. She realised that her knees were slightly lifted and pressed tightly together beyond him.
She smiled at little self-consciously, but she could tell that he already had understood her reaction.
"You don't want me to kiss you there?" He asked, both of them knowing to where he referred. His expression seemed a mix of surprise, concern, and curiosity.
"It is not common practice among my people," she breathed out her explanation, her voice sounded quite unlike her, so husky and sexual. She felt slightly self-conscious, for she had heard that the practice was very common on Earth, at least in John's culture. Yet, the idea of it felt teasingly wanton, and she knew that he had heard what she had not said in her reply.
"You've never been kissed there?" He asked. His eyes were bright with interest and some lingering surprise, though he had kept the surprise out of his voice.
She glanced down herself, beyond him where her knees had parted slightly of their own accord, memories of Silenos surfacing again. She felt the slight flush to her cheeks as she looked back at him. "Once," she confessed to him. "When I was younger."
"Did you like it?" He asked quietly, though she suspected he already knew.
She grinned as she glanced away, the memories of being with Silenos in the forest were old now, but certain elements had remained in sharp focus for her. She remembered the feel of his head between her legs, the practice so shocking to share. As she had grown older, she suspected that it was not as taboo as rumours would have it, but at the time she had been shocked at not only that he would so willingly set his mouth there, but that it had been so stunningly pleasurable for her.
"Yes," she admitted looking back at John.
He grinned as he nodded, glancing down at her belly. He lifted himself up on the bed, turning so that he was settled on his side alongside her but lying the other direction down the bed. He set his elbow on the bed and rested his head against his hand, seeming in a conversational mood now, though his free hand slid across her bared stomach. His head was level with her hips, though his attention was directed on his hand caressing over her stomach, and then he lifted curious interested eyes to meet hers.
"So no Athosians…?" He asked, glancing down at her groin, so close to where he lay, and lifted his eyebrows suggestively at her. She smiled at the humour of the moment that he had brought, despite the fact that they were talking about something that no Athosians discussed, except when she had been younger, and then only because one girl her age in the camp had been seeing a man from another world. Such conversations were normal for the teenage years, but they were always whispered in secret.
"It is considered rather…" she struggled with how to explain. "It is not necessary for making a child," she said, recounting the standard, quietly informed, explanation that she had been told.
He nodded vaguely as he stroked his hand around her stomach again, covering all of her from her sides, over her ribs, and down around her bellybutton as he considered her answer.
"Do Athosian women kiss men…?" He asked looking up at her and she saw a touch of pink to his cheeks, especially when his eyes glanced briefly down at his own body. She felt more comfortable with the conversation now, knowing that it was as private and intimate for him as well.
She grinned, feeling her own flush to her cheeks. "Yes," she informed him.
He looked surprised by that. "So the guys get the attention, but the women don't?" He asked seeming unimpressed with Athosian men.
She smiled at his response, letting her attention slide down him beside her to the noticeable bulge to the front of his trousers. She reached out and slid her hand down his lower belly to the waistband of his trousers and over the fabric to cover the swell of him under it. She heard and felt his intake of breath as she caressed him very gently, looking back up at him to see his eyes were far darker, and she watched him blink slowly, his enjoyment clear.
"In the fact that, some men…sometimes…may need…assistance," she told him. From the feel of him under her hand, and from her memory of last night, he was far from requiring any such 'assistance'.
Only yesterday, they would have refrained from even discussing a simple date, yet here they were discussing something so intimate, that she had rarely ever discussed with anyone, as she covered him in her hand and his breath rushed over her belly as he pressed a kiss to her skin.
Yet, she felt comfortable with him, feeling that there was no judgement from him, only curiosity. She preferred to be honest with him from the offset about their lovemaking and besides…the idea of sharing such intimate practices with him…
"Have you ever given 'assistance' to a guy?" He asked quietly, his eyes back on her with curiosity and no small amount of arousal.
She smiled at him. "Yes," she admitted, and wondered if that pleased him to know that she had some experience of that practice. She glanced to her hand over him, caressing him gently again, feeling the changes of him with her touch and their conversation. She looked back up at him. "I understand that on Earth, almost every kind of intimate touch and fantasies are accepted."
He looked surprised at her comment, but smiled. "Would this be what you've been leaning from the ladies on the Poker Nights?" He asked.
"In is in the nature of us women to discuss things, and they have shown me aspects of Earth culture that you certainly would not have shared with me," she informed him with an amused smile.
She in turn had told them of Athosian lovemaking ritual practices over the poker table, and they had informed her of their cultures, through stories, jokes, and a few magazines that had been passed round the table to be studied and laughed at. Such discussion would not have ever occurred around an Athosian table, except perhaps quietly between very close friends when younger and first learning about love.
John's eyebrows rose up his forehead. "Really?" He asked, clearly interested in the details discussed, but she suspected he would not ask right now. His attention was on his hand sliding up her stomach, under her shirt to caress lightly over her breasts again.
He leant forward slightly to press his mouth to her belly again, breathing over her skin as his lips hovered over her. She cupped her hand around him through his trouser front and closed her eyes to the sensation of his hands, his touch and his arousal growing harder against her hand.
His hand slid out from under his shirt over her, sliding back down her side to her hip and up again, and he lifted his mouth from her, looking back up at of her again.
"Did Kanaan ever kiss you between your legs?" He asked quietly.
His question thrilled her in a strange way, perhaps because of the possessive element of his interest. She ran her hand up from his groin, sliding up his stomach, enjoying the feel of his body, toned, strong, and full of contained physical power.
"No," she informed him, and she saw the subtle shift of expression that gave away his reaction. She smiled knowingly at him, reaching up further to his neck and jaw.
"That pleases you greatly," she concluded, but did not wait for his answer, for she saw the truth plainly in his expression. It was a very male expression.
She stroked her fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, feeling the subtlest touch of stubble against her fingertips.
"You want to kiss me between my legs," she said, caressing along his jaw and cheek again.
The idea teased at her, informed by the long remembered memories of Silenos, and of what she had leant of Earth sexual practices. She had not entertained the prospect before, reducing her experiences with Silenos as youthful experimenting, but now the offer was before her, and that it was John…
He looked straight at her, his expression serious. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Teyla," he said firmly. "Especially with me."
She nodded, appreciating his point, but she was thinking back to what she had been considering earlier. She and John had begun this relationship entirely differently to how she expected romance and lovemaking rites to be initiated. For years she had waited for him to indicate that he wished more than friendship, and though she understood that on Earth as well as on Athos that men usually initiated courtship, she had to wonder if she had asked him first years before now… For all these years the potential had been simmering between them, and they had held back from it. If she had only asked him to dinner one night…
She would not wish her life altered though. She loved that she had Torren, loved the many years of friendship with John, and so could not look back on any of it with regret. However, it had also shown her, as had her life on Atlantis, that she was not one to life a traditional Athosian life. She had tried, with Kanaan, but it had not worked out, and here she had experienced true passion with a man whom she already loved, in a way far removed from what she was used to. Perhaps it truly was time to accept the non-traditional nature of her life, in all its forms – from living away from her people, to not remaining with Kanaan, and now in exploring an intense passion with a man from another galaxy.
She stroked her fingers through John's hair, enjoying that she was free to do so now - to touch him, to kiss him, and to share new experiences with him. Her body was already sensitive from his previous caresses, but the very thought of his head lower, kissing her…her breathing felt louder and heavy over her open lips, her breasts aching to be touched again, and she rubbed her thighs together slightly. He noticed all this, his gaze shifting to her legs, up her body to her eyes and lips.
She stroked her fingers down to his jaw again. The idea, the offer, thrilled her body enough to tell her how much she wished to explore this, yet her mind still wondered as to the enjoyment a man could receive from such an act. It was obvious that men thoroughly enjoyed touching a woman between her legs, as women did of men, but this was a far more intimate.
"Are you sure you would enjoy it?" She asked to be sure.
He smiled at that, the spell breaking slightly. He lifted his head from his hand and sat up beside her.
"How about we agree to stop if either of us isn't enjoying ourselves?" He suggested as he bent forward over her, his mouth heading for hers. She nodded as she met his descending lips, sliding her hands over his shoulders to hold him close as they kissed softly.
The nature of their kissing had changed, now slower, sliding with more focus. He was seducing now with his kiss, stroking his tongue against her to encourage her further against him, drawing the sensuality between them to the forefront. She surrendered to it, returning the kiss with equal measure, sliding her tongue into his mouth, her hands over his skin and breathing his breath.
Yet, she was not one to simply lie back and be the object of seduction, for she wished him to be lost as well back into the spell, for him not to have to plan and seduce with such focused intent.
She ran her hands down his back, down the twisted length of him as he sat beside her yet leant forward over her. At his waist, she ran her hands around the waistband of his trousers and pushed them carefully down. He pulled from her kiss, one of his hands dropping to help her ease the material from him, but he had to sit up some more to free himself completely from his last item of clothing, leaving him gloriously naked again.
She watched as he pulled the clothing free, running her hand up the strong thick thigh closest to her. Free of his clothes he looked back down at her, his hands sliding up her body to where his shirt was still caught up around her breasts. He slid his palms under the fabric, sliding up over her breasts as he pushed up the material, exposing her fully to his eyes and the morning air once more. She pulled her hand from his thigh to grasp the shirt from his hands and she pulled it up and off her head quickly. His hands slid down to cup her breasts as she did so, and the t-shirt removed, he leant down over her again, his mouth surrounding one nipple.
She sighed out in delight at the contact, closing her eyes for a moment. She turned her head towards his body beside hers and returned her hand to his thigh. Gliding up through soft hair and over thick muscles, she ran her hand up to his hip and slowly slid her hand down into the shadow of his groin.
Athosians may be less inclined to certain kissing, but touching was of the greatest importance. There was so much to touch, to prolong, and to explore with a lover, especially with a new lover, and so many ways to touch, to learn, and pleasure.
She ran her palm down the inside of his thigh, the warmth and strength there seducing her as much as his mouth on her. As he sucked on her nipple, massaging her hip with his hand, she turned her hand and cupped his sac resting between his legs. His entire body twitched with the new contact, but she understood it was with pleasure. She drew her hand slowly back towards her, sliding the length of her fingers around the weight of him, her fingertips lingering.
His mouth had lifted from her breast and she turned her head to look at him, to see his eyes were partly closed as he breathed out against her skin, before pressing his lips softly back down to the side of her straining erect nipple. She closed her eyes as he slid his warm lips over her skin, before opening her eyes again and looking back to where her hand disappeared into the darkness of his hips.
She turned her hand, sliding the side of her index finger between the two protected orbs of his manhood as she stroked to cup him again, then pulled back once more, massaging tiny circles against him with her fingertip. She repeated the motion, learning how he felt, what he liked, and to embrace the experience of touching him intimately.
His lips still hovered over her, breathing over her skin, but his focus on her touch between his legs. She smiled, pleased that she could bring him pleasure with her touch.
With her next stroke, she cupped him slowly and gently with her entire hand, feeling his weight in her palm, and squeezing ever so gently. He inhaled against her skin and she looked back to him, to see his eyes were closed. She reached a little further to the space behind that was the root of his arousal behind his sac. He drew in another loud breath as she slid her fingers over that area directly between his legs.
She watched his face as she touched him, and his eyes opened, meeting hers with a glazed pleasured expression. His eyes dropped to her mouth, so she licked her lips as she pressed and circled her fingers against his skin.
He groaned a deep rumble in his chest this time, the sensation vibrating against her chest as he did, making her smile. Her free hand was wrapped around his neck, and she squeezed the thick cords of his neck, now full of new growing tension under her touch. He turned his head back to her nipple, licking it into his mouth, to move away, kissing down to the lower fold of her breast, nuzzling in to press a kiss.
She sighed with the sensations, the pleasure, as his hand caressed up her side from her hip and back down, slipping under the waist band of her underwear to grasp her hip tightly in his hand.
Between his legs, she withdrew her touch slightly, drawing her fingers slowly and fully back around him again, holding his weight with more pressure, gently seeking out that line between what would give him pleasure but not discomfort. He only pressed closer to her body, pressing himself further into her hand in response.
He sat up after a moment, allowing her an improved view of his groin, of his straining erection above her hand. His attention though was directed down to his hand at her hip. He slid his hand under the upper edge of her underwear, his fingers sliding down under the cloth to where she eagerly wanted his touch. She ran her hand up from his groin, up his chest, sliding up the entire length of his upper body, as he cupped her with his hand, her underwear stretched over the back of his hand.
She closed her eyes as he softly pushed between her swollen folds with his caress. She gripped at his chest, her other hand around his forearm as he pleasured her.
His touch was exquisitely gentle, touching to explore as she had done. He whispered her name quietly as he circled his fingertip around her entrance. She lifted her hips off the bed, her body abruptly caught up in the rush again as she had last night, desperate for his deeper touch, and in her mind she was imagining him leaning down to press his mouth there. She opened her eyes to look up at him, wondering if he was imagining the same.
He looked down to her from his hand, his eyes wide and deep, and he leant down over her, his mouth touching down on her far side, sliding up to her breast. She gripped her hand into his hair, and with her other hand slid anxiously back down his stomach, seeking to pleasure him in return as he continued his soft caress.
This time she ran her fingers to the base of his arousal, standing out from his body. She slowly slid her fingers around him, feeling very minute bump and stretching of his skin as she did. She turned her hand, cupping under his girth with one finger and ran it up his shaft. He twitched again against her, his mouth lifting from her with a groan. She smiled as she looked to his face, seeing his sparkling eyes on her. She repeated the motion, using all her fingertips from base to the most sensitive underside of him again.
He pulled up from her, allowing a greater view of her hand wrapped around him now, stroking down. His touch had stilled against her core when she had first touched him, but now he began caressing again, teasing her to her own pleasure again. She sighed out long and loudly this time, parting her legs further.
The throb inside was growing once again, and she looked up at him to see him watching her, his fingers circling. She slid her fingers down his length again, delighting in the feel of him growing even more under her touch.
He leant back down over her, pressing a soft kiss to her middle, then another slightly lower, licking at her skin, the passion in him clearly rising. He shifted up from beside her, pulling himself carefully from her hand as he rose up on his knees and turned to face the same direction as her in the bed now, his hip bumping against her leg as he pressed another licking kiss to her stomach. He was heading down her body, and with nothing of him she could reach but his head and shoulders, she ran her hands over as much of his skin as she could.
He kissed lower, sliding his tongue into her bellybutton and down out of it. With his changed position, his hand had pulled away from between her legs, and he grasped her underwear, pulling them down her legs. He sat back to pull the material from her and she lifted her knees up to help him, and once they had been thrown aside, he moved around her higher held right leg, so that he now sat between her knees.
He looked up at her eyes as he leant down over her stomach again, her thighs parted around his middle and he pressed a kiss to her stomach. She ran her hands back into his hair, and as his fingers touched against her core again, she tightened her fingers.
He lifted his head, meeting her eyes through the valley of her cleavage, and he smiled at her softly before he leant down and touched his open mouth to her stomach. As he did so, between her legs, one of his fingers mimicked the same motion as his tongue against her stomach, showing her so clearly the fact that his mouth could touch her just as his fingers did.
She moaned at the action, running her fingers through his hair and down his neck, as she closed her legs around him a little, to feel the warmth of his body between them.
Against her belly, he now slid his tongue from side to side within his kiss, and between her folds, his finger caressed with the same pattern from one side of her to the other. This time she moaned loudly, her hips rising from the bed, bumping against his chest above her.
He repeated his seductive kiss, this time sliding down her skin, his eyes tightly closed, fingers copying all the motions between her legs. She arched her body further against him, his message well and truly received, and she was now desperately eager for his mouth to replace his fingers.
The passion from last night had returned in full force, her mind shutting down to anything but to watch him descending down her, his chin now brushing just above her triangle of hair as he licked down and out of her bellybutton again. She reached out and grasped tight handfuls of the mattress cover to her sides, and he finally lifted his mouth from her skin, sitting back.
She lay naked, her legs parted, as he ran one hand up and down her middle as he settled himself further back down the bed. He pressed his lips to the inside of her left knee beside him and looked up at her, his hand on her stomach.
"You ready?" He asked with a playful smile.
She nodded, unable to speak.
He dropped his gaze to his hand sliding slowly down her body, down over her mound, sliding his fingers where his gaze was directed. She felt a moment of trepidation, but she also wanted him to kiss her there with an instinct that made her shocked that she had not wanted this before now. She felt decadent again, lying back and awaiting his attention. She hoped he would truly enjoy giving as much as she found herself in anticipation.
"Be clear if you want me to stop," he told her with a smile as he lowered himself further towards her, pressing another kiss against her inner leg, lower down against her inner thigh. His eyes lifted to meet hers as he leant forward. She watched as he pressed his mouth down between her legs, his eyes with hers the entire way.
The touch was electric and she almost pulled from it for it was so intense, but instead she pushed herself against the touch. She clenched large handfuls of the mattress cover, twisting them tightly, as she held his eyes, the moment so erotic it felt almost unreal.
He repeated the actions he had used against her stomach, his eyes on her. She broke that eye contact as he pressed his tongue more fully to her. She released one handful of the covers and reached for his head, sliding her fingers into his hair as he altered his mouth and tongue against her, swirling and sucking.
All reservations from before were long forgotten as he pleasured her. She opened her eyes to look down herself again to the image of his head between her legs, his hands around her hips, holding her in place as he pressed his mouth closer and his tongue penetrated deeper. The sensation spilled out from her centre, teasing through her body, lifting her back from the bed and she heard her loud moaned gasps. He repeated the deep lick, sliding up and out of her to suck and lick again.
The sensations were absolutely beyond her ability to fully process now, too wild and lost in the need that had her shamelessly rubbing herself back against him, her grip tight in his hair. Then with one more sucking swirl it all broke.
She arched her back up sharply, her entirely body pulsing with the release. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, gasping loudly that became panting breaths that were his name and surprised calls to the Ancestors.
His hands were tight on her hips, holding her still to his mouth and she sighed out more with pleasure, her feet pressed to his back as she moved. His fingers joined his mouth on her, replacing his tongue as her body relaxed, her back finally resting down to the mattress again, her head back and her eyes closed to anything but the delight coursing through her. His fingers massaged, one penetrating deeper, to be joined by another and she rocked against the sensation, reaching down to his head again, which lifted as he sat up.
The bed shifted under her and she broke open her eyes enough to look down the bed, to where he was kneeling up over her between her raised knees, his wet hand sliding over his arousal before he leant over her, pressing the full head of his shaft to her opening.
She parted her legs more, lifting her knees as he pushed deeper, moving over her. She reached for him as he neared, sliding eager hands over his shoulders, pulling at him as he paused to press kisses to her stomach and breasts. As he moved up her body he pushed in deeper and she reached down to pull him tightly into her as she remembered from last night. With a mutual groaned gasp they joined completely and his mouth descended hungrily to hers. She returned his lustful kiss, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling the vibrating tension to his body, vibrating with his fast breathing.
He settled himself down over her, his arms holding his weight on either side of her, and he pulled from her body to push fully back inside again. She broke her lips from his to let out a long pleasured moan of approval at the sensation. He smiled against her cheek, kissing her as he repeated his stroke, pulling completely from her and then smoothly sliding back into place. With the next stroke he did not leave her body completely, but he lifted his mouth from her cheek, his eyes with hers as he began stroking into her with that rhythm again, building up faster already. As their groins met with each stroke, he pushed further against her, rubbing them together and rocking them on the now creaking bed under them.
She felt gloriously satisfied already, but this new deep steady stroking was enticing it all up again, spreading the warmth out further and creating the tempting approach of another release. The sight of his body shifting with muscular driven movement as he filled her and retreated, all now in the bright sunlight, aroused her even higher. She ran her hands down over the vision of him, running her fingers along lines of muscle, the texture of hair and skin thrilling, the tightening of his nipples under her fingertips and his deeply moaning breaths as he moved. She slid her hands lower, her palms down over his stomach, catching between them bodies as they joined, down to his groin, back to that place between his legs where he had enjoyed her touch earlier.
His breathing broke with a gasping shudder at that caress and he began to thrust harder into her, his control slipping. She caressed him with more pressure, rubbing against him more and pulled her legs up higher around him. All of him was handsome, alluring, and she surrendered completely to her lustful desire for him now, and his complete seduction of her.
She gripped his hips, urging him on, expressing in moans and panted words how good he felt. She clenched her eyes shut, pressing her face into his shoulder, as they moved together, his mouth buried into the side of her neck.
He began talking to her, fast heady words of passion and sensations of how she felt, of his love and his desire. She could do nothing to reply now but tighten herself around him further, wishing that somehow she could draw them closer, merge them together. And the explosion repeated itself once more.
Her cries were mixed with his as he gripped one of her hips with one strong hand, pulling them together with more force and speed. She held onto him through her release, helping him reach his and he tensed completely against her, reaching his own breaking height of passion.
She wrapped her legs tightly around him, rubbing them closer, tighter, as she enfolded her arms around his back, digging her nails tightly into his shoulders to hold them as close as possible.
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