Eyes still closed, I smiled into the pillow, let out a contented moan.
“I love it when you grovel,” I said, my voice sleepy yet sensual.
Naomi let out a smoky laugh. “So do I.”
I twisted onto my back then, to look up at her as she straddled me, and wasn’t surprised to find she was naked.
“I’ve implemented a new rule,” I said. It was almost impossible for me to lie there and not reach out and touch her in all of my favorite places on her body. In the dim lamplight I could see the swell of her breasts clearly, the peaks of her nipples.
“Oh yeah?” She pinned my arms to the bed, hovered over me, and waited for me to speak again.
“Yeah. No sex for anyone who misses dinner.”
She chuckled as she nibbled my neck. I giggled giddily.
“Rules are made to be broken.”
She claimed my waiting lips, caressed my tongue with hers, then released one of my arms, freeing it up so it could venture between my thighs, slip into my panties. At once she found what she was looking for, my most sensitive spot, and strummed without mercy.
My whimpers were uncontrollable. It had been nearly three weeks, and my God, I hadn’t realized how much I needed this.
I didn’t want our lips to part, wanted us joined while my body shuddered to a climax. But she pulled her mouth away. It didn’t take long before she diverted its efforts to the southern region of my body, and proceeded to drain me dry. The whimpers turned to howls, the room began to spin. I thought I would lose consciousness.
There was nothing left of me by the time she kissed her way back up my body and reclaimed my mouth.
“See how good it feels to break the rules?” she said with a mischievous grin.
We lay cuddled up, several moments later, my back pressed to her stomach, a protective arm enveloping me. Her face was buried in my hair; every now and then she would breathe me in, kiss me.
“I’ll always come home, you know that, don’t you?” she said, suddenly filling the silence.
I told you she knew my fears without me ever having to utter them. Maybe I gave off nonverbal cues that I wasn’t aware of, or she smelled the insecurity on me.
I brought her hand to my lips, kissed it, easing into her as far as I could. It was never close enough, somehow.
“I know,” I said after some time. “I’m trying…”
“You’re allowed to be happy now, baby. You deserve that.” She kissed my shoulder, squeezed me tighter to her. If we became any closer we would morph into one!
“The being happy part isn’t the problem, it’s holding onto it that I don’t think I can do.”