Series: Just To Be Close
Theme: Sexual Response: Plateau of Arousal
Notes: Written for stagesoflove
He rolled them over so that he was on top. Their clothes were tossed careless around the room after what seemed like hours of touches and kisses. They had started slow, with soft, tentative kisses. Pretty soon they had moved on to full body touching of the horizontal nature. Their clothes came off, slowly, only when needed to access the next mound of flesh.
Once and while, she would look up at him with big doe eyes, almost bashfully, as if to ask if she was doing something right, he didn’t comment on it, but simply encouraged her. Even though she was sexually self-assured with men her own age, his sexual experience trumped hers twenty times over. She was shy and nervous, but passion and desire for him towered over it most of the time. Still, there were moments that she looked as though nothing in the world terrified her more, and there was nothing in the world she wanted more.
It was like their first time all over again, except better, because this time their lives weren’t being threatened, the end of the world wasn’t hanging over their heads. They had time, learning each other in ways they never had the opportunity to do before.
He pulled them into a sitting position, his lips and teeth playing with his scar on her neck, causing a shuddered moan of his name to fall from her lips. His hand slid up her back, unclasping her bra and then pushing the straps off her shoulder. Tossing the garment away, he pulled her flushed against him, chest to chest, skin to skin, soul to soul, the sensation so intense that they both shivered.
Laying her down, he found her lips, kissing her sweetly on the mouth. He couldn’t help but think that she tasted better with each kiss. Fingers caressed her side, going up and down while she trembled behind them, until finally they settle at the top of her panties.
“Please,” she begged, her nails digging into his back. Her body was on edge, her nerves were frazzled. Her entire being was just liquid, just wanting for him. She didn’t care about anything else in the world, except his hands on hers, his body against hers, and him being inside. “Angel,” she whimpered again, the need in her tone unmistakable.
Reassured, he pulled off her panties, tossing them away. He settled himself between her legs, and rested his weight on his forearms. He gazed down her face, her eyes almost half lidded with passion. He didn’t think there was a more beautiful of erotic sight in all the world.
“I love you,” he whispered, touching his forehead to hers.
“I love you too,” she breathed. He slid inside her and her heart sang. Her legs came up to cradle him and she closed eyes as he began to move inside her. And she knew, just like she had known the first time, that she would never be this close to another soul.