Gail and Holly wake up on their last day in Paris. Breakfast in bed, etc...
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I love this early morning time, when the delicious heaviness of sleep has not yet left our limbs, and the boundaries that separate us from one another blur as we drift peacefully in and out of each other's dreams. I love it that Gail insists on sleeping with our bodies entangled, held impossibly close to my heart, her skin dissolving into mine. And I love it that this Gail is mine, and mine alone, because I'm sure that this innermost, open, trusting Gail is a side of her that others may occasionally get to glimpse, but I alone have ever had the privilege of getting to know and hold like this. She mumbles something incoherent and presses me down onto my back as she almost roughly adjusts my breasts to give herself greater access to my side, tucking herself closer under my arm and into the crook of my neck. I hold her tightly, kissing the top of her head without opening my eyes. She nuzzles me one more time before her body melts once again into mine and her breath becomes relaxed and even. This is our last morning in Paris. Our last morning before the reality of being back at work begins, and Gail puts away her soft cotton dress, and gentle smile, and puts back on her uniform and tough girl face, and shields her heart from the world, and sometimes even from me.
The sky has changed from predawn grey to blue as I open my eyes again to find Gail propped up on her elbow, watching me.
"Hey!" I murmur sleepily, "Good morning."
She leans over to kiss me with soft, dry lips. "Morning." She breathes into my mouth.
Playing with my hair, she climbs on top of me, gazing into my eyes. Hers are clear and soft. She leans in to kiss me again, and I fall hopelessly into them.
"So, what do you want to do today? We don't have to be at the airport until six." She asks leaning down to kiss me in the middle of my sternum. She continues to leave a trail with soft lips and tongue up my throat and under my jaw.
I swat playfully at her shoulder. "Cut it out or we're not going anywhere!"
"Would that be so bad?" She whispers huskily in my ear, before biting it with gentle teeth.
I feel my heart rate speed up and my breath catch in my throat. She laughs softly into my neck. Well, two can play at this game! I flip her suddenly onto her back, pinning her arms into the pillows above her head. Her pupils dilate sending a rush of energy through my body to pool between my legs. As I sit up straddling her hips, I let go of her hands to trace a path down her arms and across her shoulders with my fingertips until my fingers come to rest lightly on her chest. Her knees come up behind me. Massaging the inside of my thighs with her thumbs, she runs her hands lightly up and down my legs. I lean back with a sigh, spreading them wider to give her more access.
"Oh really…" She says smugly, brushing her thumbs softly against the hood of my clit as she strokes her hands upward to rest on my stomach.
"Mmmmm… you feel good." Catching my lower lip between my teeth, I smile back at her. Sparks light in my belly.
"How good?" She teases, her fingers ghosting between my legs, hypnotically running the palms of her hands down my thighs and back up again, sending a wave of shivers up my spine.
"Good…" My hands drift down to cup her breasts gently. My heart is beating faster now and my whole body is starting to hum.
"Oh." She exhales, as I begin to caress her nipples with my thumbs. "Oh!" Her eyes open wide. She freezes and starts to moan as I roll her hardening nipples gently between my thumbs and forefingers.
Her eyes half close, but her hands begin to stroke my thighs again, this time stopping to rest lightly at their juncture. She slides a hand in between us cupping and rubbing against me ever so gently. I lean back into her legs and let myself get lost in her delicate touch. Watching her face, I continue to play with her breasts as our bodies begin to move together slowly, the air between us quickly becoming crystalline and charged. I can tell how turned on she is becoming too, her legs tense and her pelvis rocks upward with each light stroke of her hand. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips.
"You like that." She murmurs. It's not a question. She looks pleased with herself.
"Mmmm… Uh huh…" I answer, somewhat breathlessly.
This feels amazing, but I don't know how much more of it I can take. Wanting more, wanting it all actually I push against her, spreading my legs wider still. I need her inside of me, and I need her now! But her touch remains maddeningly light. I know she's watching me, waiting for me to say something, but I lean back further pushing her legs apart with one hand instead. My fingers glide on the slick, hot evidence of her desire. Her back arches, her head is thrown back against the pillows, her breath comes in gasps. She is so beautiful! I watch her color rise like spilled wine, up her torso to the tips of her ears. It does something to me, making me want her more, if that is even possible. I can't help but to suck my breath in sharply, letting it out as a soft moan. My fingers slide easily inside of her, causing her to whimper and gasp aloud. My whole body shutters in response. Riding on the palm of her hand like this, with her knees falling apart to make more room for my fingers inside of her, I feel my frustration mounting, while at the same time everything is becoming molten, liquid gold. Her eyes open, smoky and intense, she wraps her free arm around my back pulling me down as she curls her torso up to meet me halfway. Her kiss is savage, full of desperate, ravenous, aching lust. Finally plunging her fingers deep inside of me, she splits me open with unspeakable pleasure. I cry out into her mouth. Her answering moan is guttural, primal, and insistent. It ripples through me like a physical shock wave. Gripping the back of my head in her hand, she kisses me harder. I hold on, digging my fingers into her ribs as I support her back. The strain is too much to hold this position for long. She falls back into the pillows, her hand still gripping my bicep and mine on her waist.
"Fuck me harder!" She growls in a desperate whisper, curling her fingers into my sweet spot as I bear down on her hand.
She looks into my eyes like a sailor in a storm might look at dry land. I shift my position slightly to bring more pressure on to her clit with my thumb, ignoring the cramp in my hand as I comply. The fire in my center rages out of control. I can feel the pressure for release building, but I attempt hold back, trying to pace myself. I caress her face, brushing her damp hair out of her eyes.
"Gail," I manage to pant hoarsely, "I'm so fucking close…"
"Stay with me…" She whispers as our bodies strain harder, holding on, finding the right rhythm. She curls her body up to kiss me again. Gripping my shoulder, her face just inches from mine she whispers again, "Holly… Holly, look at me…"
Her eyes are magnetic, drawing me in. I can't look away.
"I… am… so… fucking… in… love… with… you…" she gasps, her pelvis thrusting her hand deeper into me, punctuating each word.
And then she cums, falling back into the pillows, abs ridged, back arched, her legs pushing harder into the mattress, shaking, lifting us both off the bed without breaking eye contact. And that's all it takes for me to completely lose any and all control I ever thought I had. My orgasm hits me suddenly and hard, like a bolt of lightning rising from her fingers, turning me inside out, annihilating my world until there is nothing left but her and the love shining in her eyes.
I ease my fingers out of her as I roll onto the bed, limp and spent. We each take a minute and then I feel her press her body into my side. I reach over and pull her tightly into my arms. She sighs and snuggles closer.
I find myself in bed alone as I wake to the sound of a closing door. I sit up to find Gail carrying a tray full of coffee and croissants and jam and fruit into the room. Every morning we have been here Gail has ordered us the same breakfast, a basket of mixed croissants with butter and jam, Café au Lait, and yogurt and fresh fruit we both know is for me even though she denies it.
"Hey beautiful!" I greet her.
"You only say that because I'm bringing you breakfast in bed." She smiles at me.
"Maybe…" I wink at her, "and because you made me cum before breakfast…"
I watch her porcelain skin begin to glow crimson as she ducks her head shyly. She is adorable when I make her blush!
"I guess I'm just awesome like that!" she quips back at me as she sits on the edge of bed and sets the tray down on a pillow beside me.
"Yes, yes you are." I grin at her while pouring us both Café au Lait bowls of espresso and steamed milk from their respective carafes. "By the way, what time is it?" I don't mean to sound anxious, but I can't help beginning to worry about when we have to get going.
"Holly, relax!" She smiles, rummaging in our pastry basket, "It isn't even nine-thirty yet."
She pulls a croissant from beneath the blue and yellow flowered cloth covering an obscene amount of freshly baked, warm pastries. She gives it an investigative sniff before she begins to dissect it with her fingers. Bright orange filling oozes from the flaky bread. She licks it from the side of her hand with half closed eyes and a sated little smile. Pulling a piece from the center, she pops it into her mouth, closing her eyes she chews with a low moan. I am mesmerized. I realize I have been caught staring, frozen with my coffee half way to my lips when she opens her eyes and starts to chuckle at me.
"Want some?" She arches her eyebrows suggestively. She breaks a dripping piece off from the center and holds it out toward me.
"Sure." I quirk an eyebrow and grin wolfishly back at her.
Leaning forward, she places it on my waiting tongue. I grasp her wrist, look deeply into her eyes and chew slowly. Her eyes grow wider, darting from my eyes to my lips and back. I finally swallow with a smirk and bite my lower lip. I know I want to give her something to think about all the way home.
Holding her gaze, I drop my voice about an octave, "You seem to have missed some of that filling on your hand. Here, let me help you with that before you make a mess."
I pull her hand to my mouth and begin to lick the marzipan and apricot filling from her forefinger. She gasps audibly as I suck her finger into the depth of my mouth while circling it with my tongue. Her whole body judders as I flicker my tongue over her skin letting her finger slide from my mouth, and repeat the same treatment on the rest of her fingers and thumb in turn. When I'm done I lean in to let her taste the sweetness on my lips.
"Delicious!" I smile sweetly at her, arching my eyebrows.
"You are so unfair! I hate you." She complains as she pulls me close, knowing we have no time for a repeat performance of what we did earlier.
"Uh huh, I can tell." I say, laughing into her mouth. I kiss her again, slowly this time.
Gail is eating a ham and cheese croissant left over from our breakfast and watching the sky turn purple and magenta out of the giant wall of glass overlooking the runway at the Charles De Gaulle airport, where we are waiting for our plane home to arrive at the gate. Our flight has already been delayed by several hours and I can feel the weary jitters of travel affecting us both. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She leans back into me with a sigh.
"What did they tell you at the desk?" She asks quietly.
"I scored us a first class upgrade." I say rather smugly.
"You did?" She turns in my arms looking surprised. She knows I would never accept this kind of an upgrade on my own.
"I did!" I kiss her lightly on the lips. "Well they actually offered it to me when I told them you were an police officer with the Toronto PD, and we were worried about getting you back in time for your shift."
"I, uh, already emailed Frank and told him our flight was delayed, so he gave me the day off." Gail says looking both guilty and slightly pleased with herself, knowing that I don't have to be back at the morgue until Monday.
"Free food, seats that turn into beds, two movies, a fully stocked open bar; but hey, I could get us our old seats back if you want…" I tease.
"Have I told you lately that I love you?" She laughs and smiles at me.
"So I guess this means you don't want your old seat back?" I grin back at her.
"I guess we're just going to have to suck it up and suffer through all the free champagne we can drink." She replies, "Though if I recall correctly, that's how we got into this trouble in the first place." She winks at me.
"I think I may have said this before, but you really are insane. You know that, don't you?" I tighten my arms around her.
She's the one who leans in to kiss me this time.
"And you wouldn't want me any other way." She says, still smiling as we pull apart.
"Not for a New York minute." I reply, keeping one arm around her waist as we turn to watch our plane pull up to the gate in the fading light.