She Dims the Stars(41)

Neither of us move for a few minutes, and then she turns into my side and lays an arm over my stomach. Her fingers inch down until they’re under my shirt and she’s tickling my side, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind with each pass. The simple touch is already having an effect on me, one she notices when her elbow grazes a little too low. Her breathing changes just the slightest bit, shallow and heavy by my ear. It only takes a turn of my head to find her right there, our lips touching in a light kiss.

Her tongue trails along my lower lip and slides inside my mouth, and I turn on my side, rolling her onto her back to kiss her deeper. There are a lot of things that I like to do, favorite pastimes I’ve grown fond of over the years, and kissing Audrey is quickly becoming top of the list. She grips the back of my head, fingers sliding through my still-damp hair while she bites gently on my tongue. I pull back to move lower, my mouth on her neck and tongue on her collar bone, hands gripping handfuls of her breasts through her tank top while she arches into me from below.

The bed doesn’t make a sound when I kick the blanket off and trail even lower, pulling her shirt up and running my nose over her stomach and across her hip to leave a kiss above the elastic of her underwear. I’m just about to ask if I can take them off when her thumbs slide into the sides and she raises up and rolls them down for me. They’re discarded across the room and I’m staring up at her from between her legs as she maintains eye contact from above, holding herself up on her elbows for support.

The first kiss makes her exhale, and I close my eyes, concentrating on her taste and her sounds, the way her body is reacting to what I’m doing. Her legs tense up and shake while her hands tug on my hair to push me away for a second before her hips rise to my mouth again. She’s sensitive and so responsive to the things I’m doing to her that at some point, her sounds become muffled, and I look up to see that she has a pillow over her face to try and quiet herself from being heard.

I reach up and pull the pillow away, my face inches from her while I replace my mouth with my fingers and she clings to me just like she did in the tent the first time. Her moans are short and high pitched, and she’s biting her lower lip to stop, but it’s useless, because her hips are meeting each pump of my fingers, and her leg is beginning to shake.

“Elliot,” she gasps, pushing down onto me and rolling her pelvis against my stomach. She kisses me, her lips dry and breath stilted before she speaks again. “I really like you.”

“Oh, good. I like you, too,” I whisper and slide my thumb upwards.

“Oh! Oh, God. Oh … Ummm. I …” Her eyes are squeezed shut and her body begins to rock a little again.

I try to keep my tone conversational. “Yes? Was there something you wanted?”

“Jesus, Elliot. Please tell me you have something, or else—“

“Or else I’ll have to keep doing this?” I ask and circle my thumb quickly before sliding two fingers upward. “That would be a shame.”

Her eyes are on mine and she’s trembling as she grips my side. “You’re going to make me say it.”

“I told you you’d have to ask me for it.”

“You said a kiss. Not this.”

I lean in and kiss her quickly. “You got the kiss. Now what?”

“Fuck.” Her whole body is tense, and she presses her lips together in protest, but I’m still two digits deep. She snakes her hand between us and wraps her fingers around my shaft. “I want you,” she whispers.

Her face is buried in the pillow when she says it, so I turn her so that we’re facing one another when I respond. “I want you, too.” I’m off the bed and have my wallet in hand less than thirty seconds later. Another thirty seconds after that and I’m covered, crawling back into bed with her, completely naked while she still has that tank top on. Lifting her arms, she allows me to take it off, and then she’s as naked as I am, there in the darkness of September’s guest bedroom.

She’s beautiful, no matter what her brain may tell her. No matter what fault she may find in herself when she looks in the mirror. All I can see are curves and breasts and a beautiful face anxiously waiting for me. Sliding between her legs, I position myself and lean forward to kiss her once more. Her eyes are closed tightly, and I brace myself above her on my elbow, using my other hand to help guide my way inside her.

Audrey tenses for the smallest moment, and then her eyes open and she’s staring at me while I sink into her slowly. She’s holding her breath, and the second I stop, she exhales and leans up to wrap her arms around my shoulders and kiss me once more. I try to make it last, try to keep a steady pace, but the way she’s so wholly wrapped around my body and the sounds she’s making with each of my thrusts is driving me to the edge much faster than I am prepared for.

With a maneuver I’ve only seen in movies, I try to flip us over so that she’s on top, but it doesn’t work, and there’s a second of confusion where we’re a tangled mass of limbs and “sorry’s” before we get situated again and I have her hovering above me. With her hands on my chest, she sinks down until I’m fully seated inside, and my fingers are gripping her thighs when she raises up for the first time. I don’t notice it at first, but her own hands have gone to cover her stomach, and she has her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

That will not do.

I call to her, and when she looks down at me, I pull her close, bending her forward so that her breasts are brushing against my chest with each of her movements. Her hands cup my cheeks and here, with no view outside of her face, her soft moans become louder and her once timid movements become a frenzy, as if someone somewhere told her this is how it’s supposed to be. If I could think of anything other than how good she feels right now, I would try to stop her, but my brain is focused on one thing. Within minutes, I’m gripping her hair and telling her that she’s going to make me finish, and then I do, my entire body tensing up and toes curling in the process. She goes limp in my arms and rests her face in the crook of my neck, still straddling me, breathing hard like we’ve run a half marathon.