The Chill

"Popcorn's ready!" He yelled from the kitchen. "Do you remember what episode we were on? Was it 4 or 5?" "I'm pretty sure it was 4," she replied as he walked into the bedroom, popcorn in hand. She had already peeled back the blanket and the laptop's glow illuminated her face. "Lights on or off?" he asked. "On I think. You know how jumpy you get in the dark!" "Hey! You know I don't like jump scares like that. Not fair," he muttered as he crawled into the bed. "Don't worry! I'll protect you!" She flexed her imaginary muscles and tried to look tough but it did not have the intended effect. He laughed as he grabbed her chin to pull her closer for a kiss. "Yeah, yeah," he teased as he pulled the blankets across them, positioning the lap top gently on top of his legs in a balancing act with the popcorn on his stomach. She slouched down and laid her head gently in the crook of his arm and he instinctively curled it around her to pull her closer. She sighed with contentment. Though she claimed she'd protect him from any scary apparitions, he felt her clench at his waist every time something popped up on screen. She started to notice after a while that she was the only one eating the popcorn. "Uh, hello..." she said as she pointed towards the popcorn. "Are you sick? Usually nothing can stop you from popcorn. I'd lose a finger if i lingered too long," she said with a puzzled look. "No, I'm fine," he said, matter-of-factly. "i'm just not in the mood to eat popcorn," he said. "i'd much prefer to devour something else..." He grabbed the bowl of popcorn and moved it to the bedside table. "Oh really? So that's why you insisted on naked time..." They enjoyed each other in all aspects and as such did not often feel the need for clothes. A hindrance to comfort, he would often teleconference without pants; a fact she found infinitely amusing. As he shifted his position to lay on his side, he supported his head with a strong arm while deftly closing the laptop and moving it away in one smooth motion. She turned to lightly kiss his chest and with a deep breath, she reveled in his familiar scent. He brought his hand to her neck, angling her chin upwards to look onto her eyes. The honey colored flecks danced back and forth in anticipation. She pushed up to meet his lips, smiling as she tried to wrap her arm around him. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed back, chiding her for her attempt. "Ah ah, no. Lean back," he whispered. This surprised her slightly but she laid back, light reflecting off her chest now dewy. He took his index finger and traced down her collarbone to her chest. He followed the imaginary lines connecting her freckles and her breath quickened. He knew about that one spot, at the small of her back, that with a light touch would send lightening shooting through her and he loved to use it to his advantage. He stopped, hand poised above the spot, ready to strike. She closed her eyes and as the electricity crackled over her skin she grabbed the sheets, twisting them slightly between her fingers. A sudden rush of air escaped her mouth. He grabbed her hip, following the curve of her ass down to its crease at her thigh. Carefully he wrapped his fingers around her pale skin and gently pulled her leg to the side. He said, "Look at me. Let me see you squirm." She slowly opened her eyes and they shimmered as they reflected the light. She arched her back slightly as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked his fingers and then guided them down. Slowly he slid them along just the outside of her pussy, sensing the heat and watching her expression change from trepidation to trust. First with one finger, then two he brushed against her clit on the way to her opening. As he curled them inside, he settled this thumb against the clit and he felt it changing. She uttered a meek noise as she inhaled deeply and he smirked. Gently he began to rub with his thumb then glide in and out. Stopping with each pass to see the desire grow in her eyes, she clutched the sheet tighter and tighter. "Say it," he said. Carefully she started to say his name, having to pause halfway through as his hand thrust into her. "Again." She couldn't even get past the first letter this time before a moan replaced it. She knew how much he loved it when she said his name in the heat of those moments. It was like a shot of adrenaline to him, his own personal high. She released the sheets and positioned her hand on the back of his neck. pulling him in till they were eye to eye. She murmured his name and kissed him quickly. As their tongues entwined she could feel him begin to rise against the inner aspect of her thigh. This fueled her further and while he was distracted, she took the opportunity to push his hip quickly, forcing him to lay on his back and dragging his hand away from it's treasure. She straddled him and pinning his arms, she used his biceps for balance. She felt him flex under her grasp. He laughed and tried to tilt upwards to meet meet her grin but she pushed back. Stabilizing herself with her knees around his hips, she hovered just above his cock, waiting till the tip barely grazed her. He slid his arms across the sheets and reached down to grab just behind each knee. He squeezed and she slowly lowered herself onto him, tightening her muscles as he slipped into her completely. She rose up and down several times before feeling his hand creep up her stomach and massage the valley between her breasts. She tilted her head back and careful moan was released. She rode him harder and harder, at times begging her for the mercy of release. But she denied him this request knowing it would be better her way. Moving in unison, she could feel him writhing beneath her ready to explode from the tension. When she could see he was close, they counted together. "One, Two, Three..."