Finally!! A night away!! Away from normal life. Responsibility. Schedules. The Usual.
We've just had a nice dinner out. You in a sweater and coat. Me in a slinky dress and heals. A table by the window overlooking the river. The lights of a small town during the holidays. More seafood than we can eat. Drinks. Conversation. Perfect.
Back in the room, we decide on a mediocre movie on the hotel tv. It's time for Food Coma. You pour two glasses of wine from the hotel's mini fridge. I kick off my heals, hike up my dress to my hips, and stretch out on the couch with my legs across your lap. I'm on my side with my legs curling around you. You throw a blanket over me. Your hands are under the blanket and you massage warmth back into my frozen toes.
We sip the wine and my brain zones out at the movie for a while. It really isn't a good movie at all, but this is still nice. Your hands feel so good on my feet. It's so relaxing. Rubbing. Pressing. Warm and strong. They soften and you just stroke gently up and down my leg. Soft strong hands on soft smooth skin. Waking up all my nerves. Your fingers moving higher with each pass. But, you take your time about it. Electricity just below the surface.
Palm to skin now. It moves up my thigh, over my hip, one finger purposefully catching on my thong. Snap. Across and up my tummy before slipping just a little under my bra at my sternum. Then making it's way slowly back down to my ankle.
As we sit there together, you do this a couple of times. Slowly mixing it in with the other touches. I attempt to keep my breathing slow and even but it's so difficult with your hands on me. You eventually lay down behind me on the couch. Spooned together. I feel all of your body curving with mine.
Your head on your other arm. That hand in my hair. Twirling strands. Playing in the curly mess. The other hand to my skin. You tug my dress a little higher under the blanket and you explore me. All of me. You know my body so well already but your fingertips always seem to be memorizing me. Mapping me.
A finger grazes the edge of my underwear. Thumb slides under the wire of my bra. You reach between my legs and feel her warmth through the lace. Cupping and then squeezing my breast spilling out of my bra. My breaths becoming quick and shallow.
"I thought it was time for a good food coma" I say quietly.
"It was... but..." As you push my dress higher. You kiss my neck from behind and press your hips against my ass. There he is. I let out a whimper. You do it again. I sit up and pull the dress off over my head. You sit up and I climb on your lap.
We look at eachother for a moment. The calm before the storm. You push a stray curl off my forehead and your fingers run through my curly bob. They stop on the back of my head and tighten. You pull my face to yours and we kiss deeply. It seems there's no time for tenderness. Just fire. I'm alright with that.
I unbutton your sweater. Slip my fingers into your chest hair. So many sensations all at once. A slight chill on my skin, your lips against mine, my hips grinding against you, your hands on me, my hands on you, him hardening beneath me.
Your hands. God. Everywhere. In my curls, scratching down my back, pulling my hips against yours.