The Warmth of Companionship

His chair creaked as he leaned backwards. It had been a long day of mediating between bickering family. It had always been like this, his mother and father snipping at each other and taking cheap shots. The strain was starting to get to him and his leg shook with anxiety. How was this going to be fixed? Could it ever be repaired? A hundred fights and maybe this would be the last one, but he knew in his hear that it wasn't true. A knock came from the door, deep and hollow, the sound of knuckles on old wood. "Can I come in" she asked and he beckoned her though. It wasn't locked but waiting for permission had become their custom as a sign of respect. She came through the entryway and leaned back against the wall, her olive skin glowing in the light of the sun setting through the window. Are you okay?" she asked. Simple and to the point, that's how she always was. It was what he liked most about her.

She understood better him better than most. The burden of carrying a family on her shoulders. She experienced it too. Sometimes it was crushing and all consuming, erasing your very personhood. It was easy to be subsumed into other people's problems and forget your own needs. She met his eyes and they shared a look of understanding. "Not today, I'm not okay" he replied in a husky voice. She came to him and sat on the bed beside his chair, leaning toward him and resting her head on his shoulder. Her long black hair fell across his chest and down her back. The world could be hurtful but together they were always okay. "You did what you could" she consoled him. He knew it was true but still wished there was more he could do. It was all too much and he wanted to run away. Away from his family, away from the house, away from everything. All he wanted was peace and contentment, and looking sideways into her eyes he knew that was her.

She had the same struggles and the same simmering desire to be free and escape it all. Running until they became pure locomotion, no one would ever hold them down again. She tilted her head up and their eyes met, two pools of honey in the twilight. He reached his arm across her back, tracing the line of her shoulder blade and finally coming to rest it on her shoulder. He tilted his head down and leaned down, his lips meeting hers, igniting a smoldering flame. The passion between them simmered. It wasn't an inferno, nor was it the all consuming love that a thousand singers have sung songs about. It was the love of comfort, or understanding, and acceptance. Her lower lip felt soft against his as they sunk into each other. For a moment they were alone in the world taking each other in.

The kiss broke, but their eyes never wavered. They shared a look of understanding and she fell back onto the bed, her hair splayed beneath her. He rose from his seat and leaned in, one hand on each side of her head and bringing his lips to hers again. No words needed to be spoken, each knew what the other needed. The heat began to rise in their chests as they stopped to breath. He drank in the sight of her. Her honey brown eyes and long straight hair. Cheeks ever so slightly chubby that turned to dimples with a smile. Her long legs wrapped around is waist and he could see her chest begin to flush beneath the V of her neckline.

She could feel the dampness begin to spread in her loins. He understood her in a way no one else did and that was damn sexy. Dependable and honest with a firm butt, what wasn't there to love? She could feel the muscle of his thighs as he moved between her legs. The stubble of his beard brushed her face as he leaned in for another kiss. God she loved his kisses. Each one carried so much love and affection, she only hoped he could feel the same from her. She reached for the buttons of her blouse and popped them one by one until it lay open at her sides. She released her legs and beckoned him to pull off his shirt.

As he pulled it clean over his head he grew restless. His groin strained hard against his jeans, aching to be freed. She unfastened the button of his jeans and he pulled them down, only boxers separating them now. Her skirt had come up, revealing the soft brown of her thighs as she pulled him back into her and drew his hot member against her damp sex. They lay against each other for a minute, slowly grinding against each other and enjoying the warmth. Only she could make him feel like this. He reached down and palmed her left breast. They were neither large nor small. They fit her perfectly. Resting pert on her frame, her nipples hardened with arousal. flipping the brassiere upward he began to thumb circles around her areola, watching as he breathing changed with her arousal. Each brush sending her small spark of pleasure. She reached down and snaked her fingertips into his boxers brushing her fingers against his cockhead and eliciting a moan.

Each of them basked in the electricity running between their bodies and he began bucking his hips in response to her grinding and fingertips trailing across his cock. With a pop she freed his cockhead and it was time. He spoke the first words in minutes "I need you". "then take what you need" came a moan in response. Needing no further invitation he pulled her simple panties to the side and pressed his thumb to her clitoris. Rubbing circles around it he could feel the wetness begin to soak his fingers. She was as ready as he was. Straightening his back he brought his hips forward sinking his cockhead into her warmth. It was bliss. Second by second, inch by inch, until he was firmly inside of her

They enjoyed the closeness for a half a second before instinct kicked in. There was no stopping now as he began to rock back and forth as she grinder her hips, attempting to draw him ever deeper. He fell forward momentarily, losing his balance as his legs weakened and she laughed. She loved that she could make him lose himself. Regaining purchase on the bed with his knees he continued to accelerate his thrusts into her, keeping a steady rhythm at the angle he knew she loved. Just slightly upward so his cock scraped against her clitoris, that's how she liked it. They continued like that for minutes, each on a crescendo towards the release they needed. He got there first, shuddering and falling forward onto her. She could feel him pulse inside her and it gave her satisfaction.

He was drunk in dopamine for a moment but quickly got back on his knees. She wasn't done. His cock began to shrink as the refractory period set in but he continued going lower until his face was buried between her thighs. Drinking her in, he got to work licking, nibbling, and swiping at her clitoris with his mouth and tongue. She was almost there, her crescendo was peaking. He could tell because her thighs gripped his head tighter and tighter until they were a vice grip and he knew she would kill him for stopping. He kept one arm on her thigh caressing her leg and the other snaked it's way up her body to her nipple once again, sending electricity from her head to her toes. Finally, with a shudder she came, his mouth flooding with her taste. Slowly she released him and he slipped onto the bed beside her, caressing her hair and murmuring into her ear.

Once again their lips met and each sunk into the others eyes. The world could be cruel, but when they were together in these moments it all melted into oblivion. They had each other and that was enough.