Well, I do believe I promised to post two more times in 2010, and here's the first! I don't know about you, but I'm having a hard time working on stories, like honest to goodness storylines. Pal Sleepless encouraged me to start with the sex and see what happens, so that's what I tried. So, that's also the warning...this is just sex. It's all I've got! But I'm hoping to post an actual Naked Booth on Top Story this week too. Wish me luck!

~~b&b~~

His mouth hovered over the soft swells of her bare skin just above the edge of her bra, and Brennan stared down at his dark head. Because Booth was taller than her, she'd never really seen the top of his head like this. Her hand flexed at her side, and she had to remind herself that she actually could touch him.

So many years she'd forced herself not to…or that is, she'd made herself stop touching him when she realized she was. But all of those moments had turned into a habit she was finding hard to break, despite the fact that he was indeed over her in her own bed, both of their shirts flung somewhere in her living room.

"Is this a mistake?" she wondered aloud in a soft whisper, more for herself than for him.

But his reply, "If it is, I don't care," as he used his index finger to nudge away one bra cup warmed her from the inside out. And when he growled and sucked her bare nipple into his mouth, pulling hard immediately, Brennan's hand clasped the back of his head, and she held him to her tight as her hips arched up in the air. Yes, she needed this…she needed reckless abandon from him. It had been so long since a man had done this, and it had been never that Booth had.

His hands landed at the insides of her thighs and he applied pressure, enough to create enough room for his shoulders and chest to fit comfortably against her.

"Booth," she gasped out when his thumb rubbed from the top line of her panties down to her opening and back up. She was soaked, clear through to his touch, and there was no hiding from him at all.

If he was surprised at how aroused she was from just a few kisses and touches, he didn't show it. Instead, he just lowered her underwear down her thighs and repeated his thumb motion.

"Ah!" Brennan cried out. Her fingers tangled in the sheet at her sides and she clenched, hanging on tight enough that she could lift her hips completely in the air toward his touch. Desperation coursed through her veins, and she had no rhythm. Only desire.

Booth moved down the bed and ran the flat of his tongue up and down her slit, not really sucking or flicking, just rubbing in raspy soft strokes designed to make her nearly insane. "More, more, more, oh more, Booth…Booth!" she called out, her knees now almost completely pinned to the bed on their own. She was as wide open to him as she could be. "Please…more."

"Okay," his soft lips nipped at her clit for a second before he nudged the tip of his tongue just inside her opening. Brennan's stomach gave out with pleasure when he began a circular motion at the same time he licked her…just outside of her and just inside of her, nothing deeper and nothing too far away. Everything in her universe seemed to center on his tongue in her body…fuck, he was good. She thought she might come just from this. No breast touching, no clitoral stimulation. Just an inch of him on an inch of her.

"Booth" her head lolled on her pillow. "I don't know…I don't…I don't…I don't know what I'm…thinking," she cried out as the tension seemed to ratchet up another level. "Mmmmmmmmmm…"

Booth growled something, but she had no idea what. Then suddenly, she was staring up at him. His eyes were dark and different, and she pressed one palm to his cheek, she couldn't help it. He leaned into it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and she wondered how many times he'd stopped himself from doing that very thing before.

After he placed a soft kiss to the center of her palm, he pressed his lips against hers and simultaneously sank two long fingers into her body.

Brennan cried out, her pleasured moans swallowed up by his kisses. He worked his fingers in perfect precision to his tongue in her mouth, and Brennan felt his other hand remove her bra. Amazing. He's amazing. Beyond amazing…it was all she could think about as she began to tremble.

It was slow, already intense…the kind of orgasm she knew would knock her over if she weren't already flat on her back. Her brain ached, her core quivered. Her limbs tingled, her breasts swelled. Her core rippled, then again as Booth's fingers paused. He rubbed his fingertips deep inside of her, massaging her from the inside. In order to just…breathe…to stay alive, Brennan arched her neck back, gasping in a harsh breath as she stared up into Booth's eyes. She flung her arms over her head and her legs spread wider of their own volition as her entire body began to rock in time with the orgasm crashing through her body. "Yes, oh yes, oh…oh yes," she panted, clutching her headboard to try to stay slightly grounded and to gain even more leverage for thrusting toward Booth's skillful hand. The gently nudging bump of the firm head of his penis against her bare thigh set her off completely, and she arched forward, her eyes and mouth falling open, a cry of ecstasy unlike any she'd ever made released from her lips. Still, Booth was there…his eyes on her, his touch deep and sure and perfect, his body warm and hard and bare.

With her. In her bed. Booth had just made her come.

Hard.

With his fingers, in her body, and his lips, and his… "Oh, God, Booth…"

She pushed him down onto the mattress and straddled him, pressing her soaking and pulsing core against his rippling stomach muscles. He groaned and his neck tightened and it was his turn to clench at the sheets at his sides.

Brennan could smell her own arousal and she looked down to see Booth's nostrils flare at the exact same time his tongue traced against his lips, as if he could remember her taste. A trickle of moisture escaped her at the sight, and beneath her, she felt him suck in a breath.

Words were too far away, thoughts seemed hazy and impossible to form. "What?" she tried to begin. "What…What do you want?"

His eyebrows rose and then his eyes narrowed as if he shouldn't have to explain it.

"No," Brennan panted and tried to explain, burying her face in his neck and breathing in deep as she ran her hands all over Booth's arms, forcing them up over his head. The position pressed her pussy even tighter against his stomach, and she bit at his earlobe…desperate to make him as frantic for her as she was for him. "I'll do whatever you want, Booth."

Her words were raspy and uncontrolled. Not seductive or planned…just… "Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want me to ride you?" she offered, pressing open mouthed kisses along his neck. "Or you can be on top…" With that, her hips reacted automatically, swiveling against his in invitation. "Or…" she moved off of him awkwardly, going to her hands and knees beside his body. An emptiness echoed between her arms and legs from where he'd been, and she moaned as she turned her head to meet his gaze. "What you just gave me…" she pleaded for him to understand… "Booth…whatever you want. Anything…please…" she begged. "Please let me…"

Her fingers curled into the sheet beneath her hands as her hips rotated downward onto nothing, and Booth huffed out a quick breath before rolling toward her. In a smooth move, he swept her underneath him, wrapping her legs around his trim waist and lining the head of his cock up to her opening.

His chest pressed against hers, and he held up his own weight with one hand on the mattress near her shoulder. His arms bulged with muscles and his chest and back gleamed with perfect exertion.

When he entered her an inch, just the head of him inside of her, his neck arched back. A feral look settled in his eyes, and he didn't look away as he pressed into her, so slow, but so firm.

After he was all the way in, Brennan stared up at him, noticing the set of his jaw and the straight line of his lips. He seemed almost angry, as if he was pissed at her for having denied him this for so long.

"Don't be mad," she whispered, and his jaw worked back and forth once.

Booth's eyes narrowed and he flexed his hips once, twice, then again in short thrusts as he captured Brennan's mouth with his. "I'm not mad," he promised against her lips as he set up his rhythm. "But I'll be damned if I'm going to let a day of the rest of my life go by without having this."

It was just as much a promise, and Brennan felt a flutter begin in her lower belly. Her fingers traced over his strong back, memorizing every muscle and inch of warm bare skin. Booth. At her fingertips. Rising above her. Thrusting inside of her. Over, and over, and over, and over, and… "Oh, Booth…you feel so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

A sound she'd never heard from him rose up from his throat and he lifted up onto his knees, taking her thighs in his hands and pressing her own knees back toward her chest. He held on for leverage as he pistoned his thick cock into her sheath in long, hard strokes. "Fuck, Bones…you're perfect for me."

"Yes," was all she could say in reply as she stared into his eyes. Her hands traced his wide shoulders and strong arms until they rested against his hands. As he worked himself into an intense orgasm, she clasped her fingers around his wrists, and when he froze and then shoved inside of her in an almost painfully deep thrust, she knocked his hands away, letting her legs fall to the bed. Booth's balance shifted forward as she'd guessed it would, and his chest fell against hers as she lifted up to welcome him closer to her.

For a blissful moment, his entire weight pinned hers to the bed. Being nearly suffocated by Booth felt paradoxically freeing; finally being captured in his arms felt liberating. When his penis slipped out of her, he shivered and let out a harsh gasp. His arms immediately wrapped tighter around her and he rolled to his back, his thighs strong between hers.

They were both breathing heavily, their stomachs and chests pressing against each other. Brennan rubbed his legs with hers, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "You're perfect for me too," she whispered against his chest and though it wasn't likely, she thought she felt a skip in his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. She pressed her lips there once, then again, then a third time in countertime to the sure beat of his heart.

His hand smoothed over her bare back in soft strokes, and gently, they fell asleep together.

~~b&b~~