Waking I

It was raining out. Lightning flickered through the blinds as the air rumbled with thunder and rain fell in a patter against the window pane.

That was not what woke Bill Adama, though. No, what woke him was a shower of soft kisses across his chest and the gentle movement of the woman beside him as she lifted the covers and crawled atop him.

Reaching out, Bill gently caressed her head, fingers stroking through the tangle of her hair as her lips closed around one of his nipples and suckled slowly. Tilting his head, he brushed her hair back so he could watch her face in the intermittent flashes of light, see the delicate circle of her lips and the rhythmic hollowing of her cheek as her mouth pulled at his flesh.

It was a beautiful, sensual sight that had his cock twitching. Gently, he grazed his thumb across the easy groove and drew a hum from her. Then she was moving on, upward to his neck and then his mouth, her hands taking his face gently, holding him as her tongue flicked across his lips then dipped between them to find his own.

The kiss was soft and slow but became feverish as it lingered. She pulled her mouth from his with a deep moan and sat up over him, the heat of her sex unmistakable against his belly. Her head was thrown back, her hands clutched at his forearms as he reached up and touched her face and neck, fingers skimming lightly over her skin teasing, coaxing, prolonging the pleasure that gripped her.

“Yes,” she whispered into the darkness again and again, with each stroke of his hand from her mouth to her belly. When he reached lower, cupping her sex in his hand, she jerked above him, her body flexing in time with nature’s light dance.

He watched her, utterly mesmerized as she moved wantonly against his palm, as she took his fingers when he offered them. She was godsdamned amazingly sexy, radiating a need that he wondered if even she was aware of. Whether or not she was, he felt privileged to see it, to meet it.

She was so hot and wet, sopping and dripping around and down onto him. He worked her deeply, deliberately, curling his fingers inside her and rubbing on each descent.

“Yeah,” he murmured, hearing her hums become moans, her moans become gasps, her gasps rapid little pants. “Come on. Cum for me.”

At his words, she stilled and shivered hard and erratically on his fingers, hips bucking as her hands fell from his arms to his chest, fingers clutching and releasing. His cock jerked hard at the sight of her lost in her pleasure.

When she began to ease, she pulled his fingers out of her and put them in her mouth. He ached in ways that he hadn’t in known was possible at seeing and feeling her do that. The sheer wantonness of the act was almost enough to have him shooting his load like some horny kid.

But he was so glad he didn’t, as she eased down his body and swallowed up his cock in her lovely mouth.

“Laura,” he moaned, his hands falling to the covers and curling into them to keep from grasping her head and pumping away into her.

It had been so long, too long, since a woman had done this for him. It felt so frakking good. How she rubbed her tongue against him, the slip of her lips along his length, the heat and wetness, the suction. The eagerness with which she went about it blew him away, had him moaning and grunting, lifting his head from the pillow just to watch her.

Her hair was in the way again, and he reached for it, pulled it aside so he could see his cock disappear into her and then reappear, glistening in the erratic flicker of lightning.

“Oh, Laura,” he groaned at the sight. It was too much. He was going to cum, hard and fast, and he couldn’t stop it. He tried to lift her, to warn her with a sputtered, “I’m going…” but she ignored him and held steadfast, swallowing every last drop he spilled into her.

His lungs heaved as he tried to breath, a task next to impossible as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his softening, sensitized length. When she finally stopped, she didn’t move away, but instead laid her head on his hip and continued to caress him, light and gentle, fingers moving over his shaft then down to fondle his balls. At her gentle nudging, he parted his legs and she stroked his inner thighs, making him shiver ceaselessly.

He shamelessly reveled in the attention, in the touches and little kisses, the soft breaths she blew deliberately over his heated skin.

When she eventually came back up to lay beside him, she wore a smile, propped her chin on his chest, met his gaze, and asked a question. “What are your plans tomorrow?”

He didn’t have any and told her so, wildly hopeful she wanted this to continue. Her subsequent reply indicated she did.

“Let’s stay in,” she suggested, and he nodded in agreement. In was good, especially with it raining out. It would make for a lazy day of lovemaking and napping, and the occasional meal.

His assent secured, he watched her go back to kissing his chest, lips lingering here and there, tongue swirling in sensitive places. He couldn’t believe the course his life had taken in a literal matter of hours, of how bumping into a perfect stranger at party and a simple request to get some fresh air had led him to where he lay now.

She had so effectively and completely commandeered his life the instant their bodies collided in that hallway at the governor’s mansion. Something had happened in that moment, to both of them, paving the way to here. He didn’t know what that something was and he wasn’t sure it mattered. What mattered was that they needed this, the intimacy without demand or question. It was oddly freeing. He felt as though he could request anything from her and it would be granted. He knew she could ask anything of him and he would do his best to provide.

He had never had a one-night stand like this. In fact, he wasn’t sure this even had a label, and he was hesitant to try to give it one. Whatever he came up with would be woefully inadequate, and he felt labeling it would diminish it somehow. He did not want to do that. Such a connection was rare and should be appreciated for the gift it was.

So should she, he thought, as he raked hands again through her hair, following the long strands down to her back. He found her skin still slightly damp but blissfully warm. Her skin was soft. She was soft in exactly those ways a woman should be.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and felt her smile against his skin. She raised over him and he pushed her hair back, sweeping his thumbs in tandem across her cheeks. Her eyes glittered in the darkness.

“Thank you,” she whispered then bowed to kiss him soft and slow.

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