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Gentle Hint
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Gentle Hint
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"Dawn," she said, "nature's gentle hit that it's time for bed." When they got off at Jarvis, the street and sidewalks were empty. By the time they got to their apartment house, Quentin's party spirit was leaking away. He was sleepy, but -- paradoxically -- horny as hell. Even watching Letitia's hips flexing in front of him didn't make the last flight of stairs a pleasure. He was tempted to hold one, but she'd said that it was time to sleep. Letitia used the bathroom first. When she got back in her robe, he was holding his pajamas. "Need those?" she asked. "You said it was time for sleep." "I said it was time for bed." Fair enough. He dropped the pajamas onto the chair back, but put on his robe for his trip to the bathroom. She was under the covers and only the bedside lamp was on when he returned. He dropped the robe on the pajamas and hurried in behind her. They were lying on their left sides. "Mmm," he said. She was warm after the cool air. "You're cold," she replied. "So warm me up." She complied by turning around and kissing him. But she stayed far enough away that nothing touched below their chins, She also held his hands away from her. That was okay; the kiss warmed him, if not his skin. They started with closed mouths, but when his tongue touched her lips, hers met him half way. The tongue top was minty from her toothpaste, but the underside held Letitia's personal sweetness. After licking the underside for a moment, he pulled his tongue back a little. When hers followed, he sucked gently on it. When she relaxed her grip on his hands, he moved his right hand to her forearm. He caressed upward on that arm to her shoulder. He let it rest there, kneading her shoulder. When he thought his hand was warm enough, he moved it down to her breast. Her nipple firmed immediately. "Still a little chilly," she said. "Strange, it feels warm to me." "That's not what I meant, and you know it. The reason I feel warm to you is that you are still cold." "The reason you feel warm to me is that you are hot stuff." "And you feel cold because you aren't?" "Cold hands, warm heart." "I'll go get a knife." "Now, that would only get you colder." He ducked under the covers. He breathed on the tip of the breast pressed against the mattress. She murmured contentedly, but he didn't want to taste sheet. He inhaled deeply and switched breasts. When he blew across that nipple, it lengthened a bit in response. He licked it, feeling a firmness there. "Now," she said, "that's nice." "Yeah, it's cute and responsive." He moved his head so that only his lips touched the nipple. He sucked, then relaxed the suction to touch the nipple with his tongue tip. Meanwhile, he slid his right hand between his thighs. She was right; it was cold. When it no longer felt cold, he slid it between her thighs. They were definitely warmer than his. 'Hey! that's chilly." "Then warm them up." He sucked her nipple harder before skidding his hand down her thigh. The flesh closer to the knee didn't feel so warm -- so his hand wouldn't feel so chilly to her. It also didn't feel so sweetly soft. He inched his hand upwards again, tickling her with his fingers as he went. Stroke down fairly rapidly, tickle up more slowly. Every time he repeated the cycle, the temperature difference was less; every time, he got a little higher before he stopped. Finally, he reached her labia. They were damp; his touch hadn't been only chilly. "Oh, Letitia,: he said, "Lehh - Teeee - Shah!" Having abandoned her breast to speak, he blew across her areola before coming up from under the covers. He stroked his finger along the division of her labia as gently as possible. She responded by rolling onto her back. Although it was away from him it wasn't rejection. She spread her legs and reached to put his hand back where it had been. The turn had raised the other breast. He kissed her mouth, her throat, down her chest, up her breast, pushing the sheet and blanket ahead of him with his chin. Meanwhile, his fingers parted her labia. He struck oil! He stroked this moisture up her cleft, returned for more, stoked this slightly higher. When his finger brushed across her clit, he began to suck her nipple. "Love," she said. "You do that so well." So, he did it some more. He sucked and licked the nipple; he stroked the clit. Meanwhile, he wanted her so much that his cock was aching. She stiffened beside him and under his hand. "Now," she said. She grasped his cock with one hand while holding up the covers with the other. He climbed between her legs. Still holding his cock, she directed it while his fingers held her labia apart. Her entryway was smooth and warm. As his cock head spread her walls, it sank into the part which was hot and juicy. Buried as deep as he could go, he paused while she rearranged the covers. Then he stroked in and out slowly through her clinging heat. He tried to keep his motions slow and gentle. As the sensations raised his lust, however, he drove faster and harder. At every instroke, she threw her pelvis up to meet him. Quentin gritted his teeth. He tried to hold himself back from coming. He'd already lost the fight to control his speed and force. And he was losing this battle, too. He felt the tidal wave strike him. He thrust down into Letitia, and raised his upper body on straight arms. He felt his come boiling through his cock like lava. "Darling," he said. Then it all poured out of him. He looked into her face. She was there, too! "Yes," she called. And he felt her contract around him in hard spasms. Then, he felt nothing. He awoke lying flat on her. Her final contractions squeezed his softening cock. Then he managed to roll them sideways. Half his weight was still on her, but they both could breathe. "Love you," she finally gasped. "Love you." His breath was as ragged as hers. A minute later, he could move off and lie on his left side.
She turned on her side and snuggled back against him. He tucked the covers carefully over them both.
With his hand on her breast, he fell asleep. |
The end Gentle Hint Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2010/04/08 For another story involving morning love, "In the Morning" The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |