britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in _love_qaf_fic, @ 2010-03-04 22:36:00 |
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That was how it had started today. A kiss to my ear, his hand trailing lazily over my chest and stomach, further and further down to my cock, stroking me awake.
He smiled at me as he maneuvered his body over mine, bending down to kiss the tip of my nose, then across my cheeks, then finally my lips. I was warm beneath the covers, but he slowly peeled them back, revealing my skin inch by inch, kissing and licking it as he did. Already, I could tell what kind of morning this would be. These weren't like our quickies in the shower during school and work mornings, or hard, rough fucks whenever we felt like it throughout the day. These were the kind where we took our time with tongues on skin, kisses and touches just because we felt like it. Where it was less about how it would end and more about the fun of getting there.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, and I didn't need telling twice, dropping my head back against my still-warm pillow.
He was taking his sweet time, practically worshiping my stomach as he slowly moved down my body. My skin tingled pleasantly all over, and a spark of desire shot through me as he dipped lower to nip lightly at my inner thighs before soothing them with gentle swipes of his tongue.
“Open your legs,” he told me, still in that hushed, almost clandestine tone, nudging my knees further apart so that he could get more comfortable. Outside these walls, the world had awakened, pulsing with life and chaos that we had no part of, closed off inside our own little pocket of contentment.
I waited patiently as he slowly licked up the side of one thigh, then the other, stopping twice to suck at that place where my leg ended and some of his favorite parts of me began. Time itself seemed to stretch on forever, waiting...wanting...always wanting him...and finally, there he was. Hot and sweet and wet, lips wrapped around the head of my cock. He ran a hand up my thigh, over my hip, rubbing soothing circles into my stomach as I arched into him, desperate for more; the sweetest kind of torture.
He hadn't tried at all to hurry this up so far, and he sure as hell wasn't starting now. Every movement of his between my legs was languid, easy, as though he was getting as much pleasure out of this as I was. I strained my ears for a hint of those little noises he had been known to make while blowing me, and sure enough, they were there. I'd never even seen him give a trick a blow job in all the time I'd known him, but when it was my cock...well, he'd proven to be just as insatiable as I was for him.
The hand on my stomach was slowly moving back down over my hip, down my leg, between my legs...Christ, and then he was touching me, massaging and teasing and just generally driving me crazy with pleasure. He knew just where to press his fingers, just when to touch and where to touch...God, he knew me so well. Knew my body better than his own, just as I did with his.
Too soon, it all became too much for me to take. I cried out as I came down his throat, and he greedily lapped up every last drop of me. I waited for him to crawl back up my body again, maybe kiss me, share my taste. But instead, I felt his hair tickle the inside of my thigh as he leaned his head against it, apparently quite comfortable where he was. That was fine, too. We could lay here a while, I could try to remember how to breath properly, and then I could suck him off. Besides, the idea of him just laying between my legs, his head on my thigh, just— resting— was hotter than I would have imagined.
He drew little patterns into the side of my knee, which tickled, but I let him do it. He ran his fingers almost reverently over my skin, and I watched in wonderment as he circled a freckle with his fingertips. Yep, he was in one of his moods all right. Not that I was complaining. I really did like him like this, every once in a while. It always made me wonder what was going on in his head.
Suddenly, his tickly hair was brushing against my thigh, and then it was gone altogether. I raised my eyebrows and sat up, confused, when he tossed the tangled sheets off his legs and got up.
“Where are you going?”
“Shower,” he replied, heading toward the bathroom in all his beautiful naked glory. Somehow, it didn't feel like an invitation. Not saying, of course, that I couldn't join him, just that he wasn't expecting it. But he hadn't even gotten off.
Fuck, yeah, he was in one of his moods. Not saying that Brian wasn't a generous partner in bed, because he was. It was just that he usually made sure we both got off before going to shower or whatever he had to do afterward.
I could enjoy it. I could adore him even more than usual for just thinking about me, wanting to please me, and leaving it at that. I could, but then again I couldn't, thinking about him in that shower, water dripping over his shoulders, cascading down his back and chest, settling in droplets in his pubes, over his cock....
Besides, if it was a choice between being in a warm bed alone, and in a hot shower with Brian— he won, every time.
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Brian
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I'd thought, after what had just happened, he'd be too tired to move a muscle and would just fall back asleep, so I was understandably surprised when suddenly he was there, pulling the shower door open and climbing in. He shivered, so I tugged him into the spray of hot water with me, pulling him flush against my body.
His fingers snaked around the back of my neck, pulling me down to him so that he could kiss me. I opened my lips against his, allowing him to slip his tongue inside, water pouring down over both our faces. I ran my hands down his back, over his ass, slipping my fingers in his crack. To my surprise, he grabbed my wrists, pulling me away.
Next second, he was reaching for my cock, stroking it and slipping his tongue back into my mouth. I gave a muffled moan into his lips, pressing him against the shower wall, tilting his chin up, using the leverage to my advantage, but once again, he stopped me. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because he smiled, leaning up to kiss me reassuringly, turning us around so that I was the one against the wall.
And then he dropped to his knees.
My head fell back against the shower wall a little harder than I'd intended, but I barely felt the pain. He took me into his mouth, that talented mouth of his that I loved to kiss and taste and fuck. My fingers found his hair, wet and now sticking up at odd angles as I grasped at it.
Sometimes, I honestly didn't think he possessed a gag reflex. He practically swallowed me down his throat, making me bite my lip to stop from crying out. He ran his tongue along the underside of my cock, around the head, dipping into the slit. His hands were pressed into my ass, urging me forward into his mouth. I began to thrust my hips gently, and, apparently satisfied, he let his hands drop, one bracing itself against my thigh, the other mimicking my earlier actions and slipping into my crack. I gasped when I felt his finger on my hole, circling it, then pressing inside. I didn't have a single fucking thought or urge to stop him. It felt far too fucking good.
He massaged me inside, working me open until he could fit in a second finger. His tongue was still doing all sorts of amazing things and then he was fucking me with three of his fingers and before I knew what was happening, I was crying out in ecstasy and he was eagerly sucking me dry.
“Christ,” I breathed as he climbed back to his feet. He smiled, obviously pleased with himself, and I pulled him to me for another kiss, covering his cum-and-water-flecked lips with mine and extracting the flavors.
“That was fucking hot,” I told him, nuzzling his neck. “You're fucking hot.”
I felt a huff of hot air on my shoulder of pleased amusement, and smiled into his skin. Some people said coffee was a necessity to start their day. For others, it was a shower. And some days, that was all it took for me, but as far as I was concerned, there was no better start to a day than a morning full of Sunshine.