Desiree awoke to the growl of her stomach. It startled her, and she sat up and looked around. Johnathan lay next to her, his back to her, on his side. The morning sunlight shone through the white curtains, filling the room with a warm glow that seemed almost solid in its peacefulness. As soon as she looked at him she was calm, knowing that even though she was unfamiliar with her surroundings, he somehow made her safe just by being there with her.
She found herself staring at him as he slept. His chest moved with each breath, his bare back smooth and hinting at the muscles under his warm skin, appearing so inviting to touch in the soft glow of the early morning sun. Even, steady breaths showed his comfort in sleeping next to her. After several moments of this, it was just too much for her; she had to touch him. Her smallish hand slid gently over his arm and down onto his lightly furred chest, relishing the masculine definition it held. He made a noise as if to acknowledge her in a dream, and then was silent again.
Her hand played in his soft, light fur and she became aroused. From his chest, she ran it over his arm, and down to his hip, pushing back the covers to reveal his backside. He had a small derriere, smaller than her own despite his somewhat larger frame, but it was nicely curved. And, she thought, extremely appealing to the eye. She caressed it as best she could in the position she was in, somehow feeling a little naughty for touching it, but finding the experience very erotic and enjoyable at the same time. After a moment he stirred, and it startled her a little. He was asleep, apparently, because his eyes were closed. After a moment, he mumbled something incomprehensible and turned half way towards her, now laying on his back.
His bare chest was on full display now. Her eyes scanned it, drinking it in, and she found her loins beginning to warm rapidly. There was something about his chest and stomach that just did it for her; she did not know what. The growing moisture and heat between her legs, though, proved it beyond the shadow of a doubt. Without her realizing it, her breathing had begun to deepen and speed up. She bit her lower lip lightly and quite unconsciously, and continued her explorative caresses.
The covers were hiding his maleness, but only barely. Perhaps a third of his thick, dark brown pubic hair was exposed on the side of him she was on, and she caught a hint of his personal sexual scent. That scent, which would have been undetectable by other than a female nose, electrified her instantly. Her nipples stiffened, her hidden heat surged suddenly with wetness, her heart suddenly raced and her breath caught in her throat for a second. Desiree could not resist it. She had to breathe that scent in and experience it further.
Gingerly, she pulled the sheets back to revealed a rather large, semi-soft penis erupting from his patch of pubic hair. The contrast was such that it emphasized the thing, bringing her entire attention to it and it alone. Desiree drew closer to it, breathing in his scent as deeply as she could, loathing to exhale because it meant she could not smell him for a moment, could not continuously feed the addiction she was captivated by. Each exhalation was hurried, impatient, and then she was at him again, drinking his body's lusty advertisement, reveling in the high it gave her. By the time she got her face to his sex, she was literally beginning to drool with desire, from both her mouth and her hidden heat. Desiree buried her nose in his pubic hair and slowly breathed in perhaps the deepest breath she had ever taken. It was pure bliss. This man was everything, and she must have him in every way she could. She wanted nothing more that to unite with him in the deepest possible way and stay united that way forever.
From her deep inhalation of his scent, it was a short step to letting her desires take over. She opened her mouth, and his maleness quickly disappeared into it. Taking it into her as deeply as she could without swallowing it down her throat, she slowly savored the sensation against her tongue, the roof of her mouth and her lips. It was wonderful, but not quite enough; she needed something more. His heartbeat was light but detectable on her lips, and this thrilled her to no end for some reason. She beamed in delight, and began sucking his semi-flaccid manhood like it was some sort of gummy candy cock. With the suction, her tongue slid back and forth over the underside of his head and the top of his shaft, and she loved the sensation of his helmet in her mouth.
Johnathan drifted out of sleep's unconsciousness and into the barest of awareness, but he knew something was going on. Something good. Whatever it was, it filled his entire pelvic area with a warm, glowy pleasure that was akin to being immersed in a thick, warm fluid. It was at once totally relaxing and yet, beckoning to something else, something more. The pleasure pulled at him, gathering momentum, making him both very aroused, and yet curious. It called to him, slipping him out of sleep and into a dream of the most beautiful woman in the world – his Desiree – pleasuring him with her mouth. He settled into the dream, and could feel her mouth, sweet and velvety warm on him, licking the underside of his head and shaft. It made him groan in pleasure.
This went on for a little while, until it started creeping down the length of his shaft towards the base, enveloping him slowly, as if a millimeter were a mile, producing the most amazing sensation somewhere unidentifiable inside his hips. Then, after it reached the base of his cock, that sensation began to move up and down on him, in a slow, determined piston-like movement. It grew in speed and soon he was experiencing so much pleasure that he knew he could not help himself but to explode very soon. Futilely, he tried to resist that impending sensation of overwhelming bliss, tried and failed. It only made the orgasm stronger, harder, and he exploded with such force and pleasure that it awoke him fully in a second. His eyes flew open as he yelled out his unbearable pleasure. He saw her looking back at him with perhaps the most surprised and bewildered look on her face as his juices shot out her nose and back onto him.
She looked as though she'd been simultaneously been caught in the act of doing something terribly naughty, and totally surprised. She withdrew from him, making faces and twitching her nose violently, trying to wipe away that stinging fluid she had accidentally washed her nose out with. A massive sneeze blew the remnants all over her legs, his stomach and the bed. She looked like she felt better, if not mortally embarrassed. It was all just too much for him, and Johnathan burst out laughing as hard and as freely as he'd ever laughed before in his life. When his eyes open from the laughter, he saw that she was gone.
“Aw, shit...” he muttered to himself. He knew, with a sinking feeling, that he'd hurt her. Suddenly it didn't seem funny in the least. He wiped his eyes and jumped up, calling her name.
“Desiree? Baby, where are you?” he said, walking out of the bedroom. He found her huddled on the couch in the fetal position, sobbing quietly to herself. Instantly, he felt like an unworthy bastard. He swallowed hard to fight back the growing pain in his heart at having hurt her feelings.
Kneeling next to the couch, he apologized.
“I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings... honestly I didn't. Please forgive me.”
She turned her head away and continued sobbing quietly to herself. His heart sank even lower.
“Please talk to me,” he asked softly. There came only the soft sobbing that escaped the couch's muffling effects. He waited a few moments, trying to think of what to do, what to say.
“Baby, I was not laughing at you to hurt you. I was not trying to be hurtful at all. It was just the response that came to me when I opened my eyes at the exact moment I did and saw my come blow out your nose, and... the expression on...” he said, allowing the feeble attempt at explanation to die on his lips.
“I'm so sorry, lover,” he said, hanging his head. “Please forgive me.”
After a moment of uncertainty, Johnathan sighed deeply, got up and walked into the kitchen. Johnathan didn't quite know what to do with himself. He'd caused her so much upset, without intending to, and yet it caused him so much pain to see her hurting... what could he do?
'Maybe I should just give her some time, and then try to make things right when she's calmed down a bit,' he thought. Not knowing what else to do, he began cooking breakfast: bacon and eggs with sausage links. Soon the sounds and scents filled the kitchen. Johnathan's mind was on the incident, and he was caught quite by surprise when a nasty grease splatter landed on his arm. He screamed out in pain and staggered back, almost falling, only to be steadied by Desiree's arms. She had been standing there watching him cook breakfast, and somehow had anticipated that he'd be in need of steadying.
He turned to her, looked into her reddened eyes, the spatula he'd been tending the eggs with still in his hand. She looked up at him with teary eyes that seemed to beg him for something, but he could not quite understand what. 'Please,' they said. Johnathan forgot everything else and took her into his arms, wrapping her up so tightly that she almost disappeared. She wrapped her arms around him, too. He kissed the top of her head, and rocked her for a while. Then he remembered that the grease had splattered on his arm, and all of a sudden the incredible burning sensation was there, as though it were some sort of delayed response. With her in one arm, he walked over to the sink, set the spatula down on the counter beside it, and reached for a paper towel with his burned arm. The pain was searing, and the motion made it hurt worse. Johnathan winced and hot tears came to his eyes as he extended his arm, pulling the burned skin ever so slightly. A high pitched cry choked in his throat, but she heard it. Desiree saw his pain, and looked at him with a combination of helplessness and sadness. She didn't know how to help him, but she knew he was hurt, and she wanted desperately to do something.
