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..."

Good Morning

She stared at him from the door way. Sprawled haphazardly across the bed, one arm hanging off of it, he took advantage of her momentary absence to claim the whole bed while she made his coffee. She loathed the smell of coffee but since he loved it, she withstood its odor. She delivered the mug to his bedside table and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Babe, its time to get up." He inhaled sharply and grumbled into the pillow, gripping it tighter. She gently brushed a piece of his hair to the side and kissed his cheek. The curtains had let in just a sliver of light and she followed it as it crept up the bed and across his bare body. Glancing at the clock, she again leaned down. "You're gonna be late," she warned as she lightly smacked his bare butt. She began to walk away as his grumble gave way to a growl but he quickly grabbed her leg and she fell to sit on the bed. She shook her head and tried to get up but his arm firmly held her leg and he looked up with a smirk. "I own my business. I decide if I'm late or not," he said as he began to run his hand up her leg. "You say that but then you get mad when companies complain you are late to meetings. You're going to get a bad reputation," she warned. He inched his hand further up her leg, planting gentle kisses up her arm. Between kisses he said "I don't...care if they...think that. Today's your...day off...right?" He stopped suddenly with a sneer as his kissing trail lead him to a short sleeve blocking his path. "Why are you wearing that?" He scoffed, continuing to run his hand beneath her pajama top. "Why? Because while you love my curves, I don't think the neighbors share the same feelings" she said, trying to ignore his advances. He had sat up now and his hand gently cupping her breast as he lightly feathered his thumb across her nipple. She sighed. Gradually he swept her arm back till she was laying next to his leg. "Well I hate that shirt. Its in the way," he said. He began to try and pull it off but she laughed, trying her hardest to thwart his efforts. Leaning in for a kiss, he turned to whisper in her ear, "Take. It. Off." She advanced her hand up his arm and cradled his jaw with her hand. He leaned into it with a slight nuzzle, then a kiss. "As you wish," she whispered as she pulled the shirt over her head. He grabbed it and threw it to the floor. He leaned back, drinking in her semi-nude body. "What?" she asked as he stared. "I'm just wondering how I got so lucky," he said with a smile. She ran her hand up the back of his neck and scratched his head slightly. As he leaned down, she pushed herself back onto the bed fully, flopping one of her feet on his pillow. She knew he hated that but she figured it was equal payback for the coffee. He kissed her lips, slightly biting her bottom lip as he began to kiss her neck and down to her chest. Her hand traced the muscles on the backs of his arms up to his shoulders and she began to breathe deeply. She could feel his hot breath on her breast as he looked up. He quickly snapped his head back as his flame red hair flew out of the way of his gaze. His hand traced down her side as she squirmed beneath his touch. He licked her breast and waited for her reaction. He knew sometimes she would protest that but upon receiving no adverse indications, he continued. He pressed his body against hers, molding her form into the bed as she felt him harden against her thigh. She bent her leg up, running her foot up the back of his leg. She started to quiver as his hand stopped on her hip, gripping her underwear tightly. She pushed her arms up and rested on her elbows looking deep into his eyes as he nodded, awaiting her response. She nodded back and he pushed backwards, allowing room to slide her underwear off, crumpling it and tossing it carelessly to the floor. Pressing against her he kissed her deeply. His hands traced all her curves and rested under her arms. He took his knee and applied slight pressure to signal her to move. She opened her legs and slowly he entered her till she enveloped him fully. She curled her arms around him lightly grabbing his back. He pumped slowly. One, Two, Three. He turned his head and she breathed deeply, whispering into his ear,"faster." He smiled, "As you wish." With each inward force, her pulse quickened and soon small moans escaped her lips. Harder and faster, her moans grew in volume as she held on to his shoulders. Between gasps she uttered his name louder and louder and with each glide he clenched his eyes tighter. As he came he arched backwards with a guttural groan. His breath slowed and she wiped hair from his now sweaty brow. She pulled him close for a kiss and giggled "Good Morning."