She smiles, and I can see that she’s nervous through her bravado as she turns and crawls up to the top of the bed to pull the covers down. Her butt is high in the air, and the tank rides up her sides, staying there when she straightens up and looks at me over her shoulder. “Are you ready for bed?”
My mouth has gone dry, and I’m bracing myself for this to be another night of just cuddling even though she’s throwing crazy signals at me right now. It’s better not to assume. “Yup,” is all I can manage to say. I turn off the light and crawl under the covers next to her, lying on my back, my body on high alert due to her closeness.
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.