I'm not so coordinated at fence climbing, but thankfully he'd cracked the gate so slipping through a small opening was much easier. True to his word, he'd left the back door unlocked too, so it was nothing to creep through the quiet yard, twist the doorknob slowly, and slip inside the dark house.
I'd never been here, but he'd told me to walk through the kitchen and then take a right, that I couldn't miss the bedroom because the only other door led to the bathroom. Stepping carefully across the linoleum floor, doing my best to tread lightly lest I hit a squeaky floorboard, I made my way out of the kitchen. Glancing through the doorway, I glimpsed the shadowy living room. Veering right, I followed the short hallway to a door that was cracked open. Holding my breath, I peered through the opening carefully.
To the right of the door, I saw a bed mounded with blankets. A dark mop of hair rested atop a pillow closest to the wall, and the side of the bed closest to the door lay empty, covers thrown back. Pushing the door further open, I stepped into the room. Still not daring to breathe, I slowly dropped my bag to the floor and began slipping off my shoes. Once I stood barefoot, I padded to the edge of the bed. I shed my oversize sweater and pushed the straps of my slipdress off my shoulders, letting the thin fabric pool around my feet.
Breathing out slowly between pursed lips, I crawled onto the bed. Leaning over the figure lying prone, I whispered a little prayer it was him and not his girl. Not that I'd mistake that hair, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
His long eyelashes lay on his cheeks, casting shadows down them. His full lips were tilted up with a slight smile. He was on his side, back to me, with his hands under the pillow beneath his head. Breathing a sigh of relief, I gently slid into the covers behind him, pulling them up and over my shoulders as I fit my body as close to his as I could. I was here... it didn't matter if he woke up... that was kinda the whole point anyway... wrapping my left arm around his waist, I pressed as much of myself against him as I could.
Grabbing onto my left hand with his, he began to roll onto his back. Rubbing his eyes with his right hand, he shifted his gaze to look at me. His full lips twisted into a wide smile as he realized it was me and not her.
"I could smell you before I felt you. Cinnamon and clove," he mumbled sleepily.
"You smell like sleep," I whispered as I nuzzled his neck.
Adjusting positions, he wrapped his left arm around me as I curled into his side. His hand idly traced the line of my back and curled around my hip.
"Hmmmm.... you have nothing on," he said as he lifted the sheet to glance down the line of our bodies. I'd already felt that he didn't either, but I looked, too, to confirm it.
"Nor do you." I smiled.
His hand traveled up and down my back and around my hip while we lay there quietly, savoring the moment, stolen as it was.
I looked at him and laid a gentle kiss at the corner of his mouth, noticing his eyes were once again closed. I knew he wasn't asleep since his hand was still roaming along my back and hip, but if it hadn't been, I would've thought he'd fallen back to sleep. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked down to meet my gaze. Smiling again, he leaned his head down to kiss me gently. The press of his lips to mine sent chills racing down my spine. His lips were so warm and soft.
I couldn't stop myself from licking his lips in an invitation for more active exploration. Taking my cue, he cupped my face with his right hand and shifted to lean toward me more, his lips slanting against mine more fully. His tongue slid between my lips and we began a slow and almost lazy dance of tongue and lips. I nipped at his bottom lip, gently pulling it with my teeth before releasing it and licking at where I'd bit. His moan set my blood to racing through my veins.
Sensing my body's reaction, he rested his hand on my chest, right at my heart, and felt it thumping wildly. Pushing me back, he moved me to lay flat on my back. Leaning over me, he rested his head where his hand was. Time felt suspended as he listened to my heart slow to a normal beat. When it had settled, he shifted to kiss me again, while also sliding a hand down the length of my torso. His hand slid down my rib cage, across my waist, grazing my hip before beginning to slide lower down my leg. Tracing his finger up the inside of my thigh, he slid his hand between my legs. I spread my legs to give him more room to feel me. Taking it as the invitation it was, he pressed his palm against me, feeling the heat and wetness he was causing with every kiss and touch.
