Lusmeitli 2007.07.08. 19:19
The shower had been quick, mostly due to her swatting his eagerly wandering hands on her body away after he had announced he wanted to go to a place where they could get breakfast till late afternoon. And it was already past noon. He had just been about to protest, when his stomach had grumbled loudly. So food was priority now. They dressed and left the flat.
In the lift, Dave had pressed her into the corner, ravishing her mouth with his lips. She had breathlessly pointed out in between kisses that there was a security camera in the lift, but he had only murmured “the guys have a very boring job, show some mercy” and went on kissing her. Unfortunately for the guys at the reception desk, the doors slid open before things got really interesting. They did look a bit dishevelled after the making out and Dave had taken her hand, intertwined their fingers and led her out onto the busy streets of New York.
“I’m gonna show you one of my favourite places,” he had said.
And here they were now, sitting in a secluded spot in a tiny French restaurant, enjoying late breakfast. There were practically no people in the place. They both only had realised just how hungry they were when the food arrived and they dug in. Now they had another cup of coffee, leant back in their chairs, enjoying the feeling of being sated.
She felt his eyes on her and looked up from her coffee. “What?”
He leaned in to her. She felt his breath on her lips and she put the cup down on the table with a thud as she felt his tongue lick at her lips and then kissing her. He pulled away, smiling at the effect he had on her.
“You had something on your lips.”
She didn’t really know how to act around him in public. They had left the happy bubble of his flat about one and a half hours ago and she wanted to go back. She didn’t quite feel ready to face the world. The feelings were too fresh, too new and so not ready for anyone else to see yet.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his hand on her thigh.
“You think too much, luv,” he said. “Why don’t you enjoy the here and now?”
“I can’t stop my mind from working.” It sounded apologetic.
He tilted her head up and locked eyes with her. “I know a way or two to stop your mind from working.”
“You’re greedy.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
She wanted to look away, but he would have none of that.
“No secrets, remember?”
“It’s just… um… I know this sounds stupid, but… why did you come to me? I mean, I know why. But… I don’t quite understand.”
His fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek, before he clasped her hand in his. He stared at their fingers, weaved together.
“The morning after the accident, Flood came into the studio,” he finally began. He didn’t like the memories it brought with it, but he felt she had a right to know.
“He was quite shaken and told us about what had happened. When I arrived, you weren’t there, so I thought you were out to get our coffee, as usual. And then he tells us about the accident. It felt as if someone had pulled the rug out from under my feet.”
His thumbs rubbed her skin gently. “Couldn’t concentrate anymore. So I went home to do some sitting down and proper thinking. And had quite a revelation.”
He looked up, searching her eyes, his voice quiet now. “You stole your way into my heart little by little without me noticing it. And when I did I was quite thrown. And I thought it was too late. It was driving me mad. I had to see for myself you were alright. That I still have a chance. And god knows I’m grateful for that.”
She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed it, blinking away tears.
“Anything else, sir, ma’am?” the waiter interrupted.
Dave shook his head no and ordered the tab. They paid and got up, leaving the restaurant. He held her hand firmly clasped in his, taking the long way back to his flat through the park. It was just about to rain, dark, heavy clouds hanging over the city. A cold wind was picking up and Dave put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him.
She enjoyed feeling his warmth and walking with him in silence, her arm around his waist. It was a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. They crossed the street and entered the building where he lived. He greeted the doorman and walked swiftly through the entrance hall. In the elevator, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his eyes shining when they parted, a smug grin on his face again.
“I think it’s time I showed you just how grateful I am.”
His husky voice sent chills down her spine.
“By all means, please do.”
Dave smiled, diving in to kiss her again. She felt his body pressed up to hers and it made her heart thudding rapidly again. With a discreet “bling” the doors slid open and they walked down the hallway. He fumbled for his keys and unlocked the door, letting them in. As soon as she heard the door click shut behind them, she felt safe again. Back in their happy bubble, where there was no outside world, just the two of them.
She bent down to unlace her shoes and slipped out of them. Suddenly she felt his hands on her hips, snaking around to her tummy as she moved to stand up again. Her heart skipped a beat.
His lips kissed her neck and he whispered into her ear: “Are you teasing me?”
Her reply was a weak shaking of her head and a deep moan when he licked her earlobe. His hands pulled her into him and she felt his arousal pressed against her bum. He turned her in his arms and smiled when he saw her hooded eyes shining with desire.
Impatiently she tugged on his jacket. “Off, now.”
He gladly obliged and helped her out of her jacket, before he slowly bent his head.
When their lips touched, she was falling and falling fast. The room seemed to be spinning around them and she felt her heart thumping loud and fast. The whole world, her entire being seemed to be reduced to his touch. Nothing else mattered than his lips on hers; his hands running down her sides to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and letting his fingers feather lightly touch her exposed skin. He felt her skin break out in goose bumps under his finger tips.
He pulled her closer to him with one hand on her lower back, the other at the back of her head, angling her head, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She groaned when she felt his tongue touch hers as a spark of electricity shot through her. Her arms went around his waist to his bum, to bring him as close as possible.
The smell of his aftershave and what was so uniquely Dave, the taste of his mouth, the feeling of his tongue dancing with hers made her feel dizzy.
The kiss was deep, slow and passionate, setting both their bodies on fire. They both felt light-headed and pulled apart, breathing heavily.
He looked down at her face. She still had her eyes closed and when she opened them, her eyes mirrored his desire. He saw her lick her lips and with a moan, his mouth crushed hard on hers. His tongue drove her insane. She felt his hands pulling up her shirt and he pulled away to lift it over her head, flinging it to the floor behind them.
The moment the shirt was lost, his hands were on her skin, touching, caressing, worshipping every inch, causing more goose bumps to rise. She impatiently tore at his shirt and he complied with a husky chuckle, pulling it up and over his head. Her hands shot out to touch his chest and arms, her fingers tracing the outline of his tattoos before she bent forward and kissed them. She felt him shudder and he pulled her away, his mouth crushing on hers again. It was as if he was devouring her. He wanted her all and she gladly gave herself to him.
She felt her knees go wobbly as the sensation of tasting him so deeply shot through her again. This man was simply addictive. Each move, each look, his touches, his scent, his taste, the warmth of his skin – everything.
Dave urged her to the living room, kicking his shoes off on the way. He lowered her onto the mellow carpet between the couch and the window, his arms encircling her safely. He followed her, his lips never leaving hers. His hands unhooked her bra and his fingers traced the exposed skin, lifting the clothing off and letting it fall to the floor.
He pulled away to look at her. Her chest was heaving from the shallow breaths, her hair tousled, a red tint covering the skin of her cheeks down her neck to her breasts. Her lips were slightly parted, red from the kissing and inviting. Dave looked up into her dark eyes and what he saw there made his stomach flip: a feral look of desire, passion and love.
Both their hands were flying now, hastily getting rid of their remaining clothes and he pulled her up so they were now kneeling on the carpet, completely naked.
Dave took his time as he let his eyes wander over her body. He heard her breath hitch at his thorough inspection and he knew she longed to feel his hands on her skin, longed to be filled by him. But he wanted to take things slowly this time. He wanted to show her what he felt, since words still failed him.
He gently grasped her left hand and brought it to his face. His eyes never left hers as he kissed it on the back, then turned it to kiss the palm. She swallowed, her heart constricting at his tender actions. She loved Dave rough, wild and demanding. His tenderness broke her heart.
His tongue darted out to slowly lick along her index finger, his eyes turned almost black as he sucked her finger into his mouth, his tongue caressing it. She moaned. He repeated his actions on her other fingers, taking his time, his fingers and tongue setting her on fire. Then he intertwined their fingers and bent his head to kiss her ever so tenderly on her lips.
She felt his tongue lick along her lower lip, asking for entrance and she gladly let him into her mouth, his arms slipping around her back to gently hold her.
Dave took his time kissing her, exploring her mouth, slowly teasing her tongue with his, feeling her teeth, softly biting her lower lip to soothe it with his tongue. He more felt than heard her deep moan.
He gently pushed her backwards, lowering her back onto the carpet. He kissed the corner of her mouth, wandering across her cheeks, pulling away. His eyes followed the trail of his fingers, which caressed her face. The healing wound on her forehead, the old, white scar above her eye.
“How did you get that?” he asked, tracing the scar.
She had watched his face the entire time and felt a lump in her throat. She wasn’t used to such tenderness. Swallowing she replied: “Playing ice-hockey with my brothers when I was little.”
He smiled and kissed the scar. Then his fingers went on to the little wrinkles around her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, the outline of her lips, lifting her chin, where there was another white line, longer and thicker than the first.
“And this one?”
“First day at school,” she said, her voice throaty. “I wanted to impress a boy by climbing up a tree.”
He chuckled. “And, was he?”
“No. He couldn’t see blood, so that was the end to it,” she sighed theatrically.
He softly laughed and kissed that scar, too. Then his lips travelled up her chin to her cheek. Her hands buried in his hair, keeping his head still, then she licked his earlobe and auricle very slowly and softly, trying out all its curves. She gently bit down on his earlobe and she could feel him shudder when her hands wandered down and up his back again, teasing him and arousing him more.
Dave groaned into her neck and she softly breathed out into his ear. She smiled at his reaction as he shuddered again, biting down onto the skin of her neck where he had marked her before. Now it was her turn to shiver in pleasure. He turned his head to find her lips again, grinding his hips into hers, making her feel just how much he wanted her. They both moaned into their passionate kiss.
Then his mouth left hers, a moan of protest from her soon turned into whimpers, as his teeth grazed down her throat, licking and kissing her skin. His hand cupped her breast and she gasped. Slowly, he sucked one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.
The feeling of his hot lips around her nipple, sucking on it, biting it lightly just to soothe it with his tongue, drove her mad. She arched her back off the floor, her hands in his hair, trying to keep him in place, urging him to go on.
Dave’s mouth travelled to the other nipple, leaving a wet trail on her skin. He smiled to himself when her hands fisted in his hair, indicating how much she liked it. He savoured the taste of her skin, licking and teasing this nipple, too.
Then he propped up on his hands, crawling down her body – slowly, so slowly – letting his lips wander down further, kissing every inch of her belly. When he dipped his tongue in her belly button, he felt her hands fist in his hair again.
He wandered lower, kissing his way along her thighs, parting her legs for him to kiss her inner thighs. His head was swimming as he softly sucked on her skin. Her sharp intake of breath made him smile.
Dave’s hands went to her hips, holding her still. She knew what was to come and stared down at him. He looked up, watching her watch him as his tongue darted out to lick her clit. Her legs shook with want and her head fell back, a sensual “Dave…” escaping her lips.
Seeing her like that, aroused and trembling in his arms, her body yearning for his touch moved his soul. He nearly lost his control then.
He sucked her clit, his teeth gently biting her aching nub, soothing it with slow licks. She whimpered and bucked her hips, but his strong hands held her firmly in place. Then he brought one hand down, to push one finger into her hot, wet depths. He moaned at finding her so ready for him and she whispered “please”, her hands trying to grab his head to keep him in place.
He added another finger, starting to slide out and push back into her, again and again, curling his fingers when he was inside her, stimulating her further, whilst he still licked her swollen bundle of nerves. She arched her back with a deep, throaty moan.
“God, David,” she panted, her hands at the sides of his face, trying to pull him up. “Not… without… you…,” she begged, eyes dark with lust.
But he shook his head no. She had done the same thing for her and he wanted to return the favour. Her head fell back again, closing her eyes to the sweet torture he was giving her. He was building her up and she was climbing higher and higher, her blood pounding in her ears.
“That’s it, baby, don’t hold back,” he said huskily and with another thrust of his fingers, she fell over the edge.
She didn’t hear herself crying out his name, all she did hear was the pounding of her heart as the waves of orgasm closed in over her and washed her away.
Dave watched her face contort in pleasure, watched every emotion washing over her and it hit him right in the soul. She looked beautiful, completely and utterly devoted to him. He continued, slowing down his movements, bringing her back to reality. When she opened her eyes again and looked at him, his heart skipped a beat.
Her cheeks were blushed, lips slightly parted, hair dishevelled, eyes lakes of fire. He kissed his way back up her body, again taking his time, feeling her hands on his back, her body still slightly shivering.
It was raining hard now and the raindrops hit the window. It was the only sound in the room.
Dave’s lips found hers again and she moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue. His erection pushed into her groin and she could feel the wetness of his pre-cum leaving a sticky trail on her skin. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him to her. His lips left hers and he sat back, pulling her up with him so she was sitting in his lap, legs still tightly wrapped around him.
“I wanna see you,” he said.
She saw sweat drops form on his forehead and on his chest. She knew how much it cost him to keep self-control and she looked into his eyes. They reflected all of her emotions, making the butterflies in her stomach fly.
Lightning lit up the room and then thunder hit. Right then, with one fluid motion, he pushed himself all the way into her. They both gasped. He could see the flash in her eyes as he entered her. They both stilled to revel in the feeling of being joined again, both in body and soul. His hands came up to cup her face, caressing her cheek with his thumbs, pulling her in for a slow, sensual kiss.
Dave’s hands slid down her sides, stroking her breasts and further down to her hips. He slowly slid halfway out of her, to push back up into her hard and fast, making her gasp. His hands clasped her shoulders and he supported her as she arched her back with the next thrust, leaning back and allowing him to rock deeper into her. His lips were on her breasts, licking and sucking and she moaned. She couldn’t take this much longer.
He heard her begging and pulled her up again, one arm encircling her, the other on her hip, helping her move. He leaned in to kiss her, his tongue mimicking the movement of his hips as he now started at a faster pace.
He stilled when he was buried inside her again, now both hands on her hips, guiding her hips to circle. She threw her head back at the sensation and moaned loudly. Her movements, her little sounds turned him on and he could feel his member grow harder inside her and stretch her inner walls more. He slid out of her, lifting her off him, to ram into her hard, hitting her cervix, stilling again to guide her hips to roll. She cried out in pleasure.
Dave could feel her inner walls starting to shiver around him. He was sweating profoundly now, on the verge of losing control, his body shivering too, but she wasn’t quite there yet. His one hand moved between their bodies, where they were joined. When his thumb found her aching centre, his name sprung from her lips. His other hand grabbed hold of her shoulder.
“Look at me, luv,” he commanded, his voice trembling.
She opened her eyes, passion and love burning bright in them, warming his heart and fuelling the fire in his soul.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, ravishing her mouth.
It sent her over the edge.
“DAVE!” she cried, flying high and falling fast, being hit wave after wave by her orgasm.
Her legs wrapped around him tighter as he felt her inner muscles grip him, contracting around his shaft. He drove into her faster, harder, when he was suddenly struck by his climax, spiralling with a loud shout into oblivion, exploding into her body forcefully. He clung onto her for dear life as he emptied himself inside of her.
Dave pulled her into his arms, embracing her, feeling her hot breath in his ear, kissing her neck. They came down from their high and he rested his forehead against hers, locking eyes with her, his hands cupping her face. The intensity of their lovemaking amazed him and shook him to the core of his very being.
He kissed her once again, slowly, still joined. Then he reached for the blanket that lay folded up on the couch. He slid out of her, laying them both down on the floor, pulling her into his arms and covering them with the blanket. The thunderstorm was still raging on outside and he held her tightly to his chest, both drifting off to sleep, sated for the moment and tired of their lovemaking.