Chapter Eight

When I wake in the morning, it feels like hours before Bette does. With her arm wrapped around me, and my face resting in the crook of her neck, its pretty difficult to do anything but breathe. But when I start to remember what happened between us last night, its pretty difficult to even breathe.
The way she touched me, the way she kissed me, the way shes still touching me now even when shes asleep. Ive never been held like this before. But Im still nervous, still anxious about what Im supposed to do when she wakes up. How Im supposed to act. I dont know whether last night meant as much to her as it did to me, and I dont know whether I want to deal with the rejection if it didnt.
Her eyes begin to flicker open, her arm moves from my shoulder as she stretches. Morning She whispers planting a kiss on my forehead, her arms returning to wrap around me. I smile up at her. Maybe its stupid but it feels like the first time I saw her all over again. If you asked me to tell you how beautiful she looks right now, I couldnt. Its difficult to think of things, of anything, when Im lying so close to her. She strokes my hair her smile tender and sweet. Give me a minute and Ill even make you breakfast She promises with a wink.
I bring my hand to rest against her naked hip, all the while knowing that if my hand were to move just a couple of inches lower Id be able to touch her in the way that she touched me last night. Maybe you dont need to go just yet? I hint, my fingertips inching closer and closer to my goal. The look of desire in her eyes, and her heart pounding against my ear, is more irresistible than I could ever have imagined.
Really? She rasps What did you have in mind? She asks, her eyebrow raised suggestively. I bring my mouth to hers, tasting the smoothness of her lips, my hand moving to her stomach. I straddle her lower waist the covers slipping inch by inch to clump around my waist. She stares up at me, open mouthed, her eyes dark with anticipation. I observe her hungrily, tracing the inside of her arms, exploring the soft planes of her beautiful face. The feel of her skin, the feel of her body stirring, arching into my hands, is unbelievable, indescribable, and as I bring my lips to her neck, feel the pulse beat against my lips, I want more of it, more of her. She arches her head back as my tongue lingers on her neck, its wet trail moving down to her chest. I feel, more than hear the groan pass through her body as I cup her ***** in my hands, stroking her nipples, teasingly slow, with my thumbs. Kissing, and caressing them, Bettes pleasure almost forgotten as my own invades my mind. I look up at Bette, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and the sight of her goes right through me. I feel any lingering doubts fade as I hold her tightly against me, her naked body as smooth as silk, as I kiss her deeply over and over again. I slide my hand along the length of her body, stopping to caress her *****, her toned stomach and then cupping her wetness. What are you doing to me? She groans, her voice trembling as my fingers slide easily against her *****. I smile against her lips, drawing my mouth away, my body trembling almost as much as hers as I move down to kiss the inside of her thighs, my tongue slipping into her folds as her hands come to my shoulders, her nails lightly pinching my skin as I taste her. I slide the tip of my tongue across the burning core of her, feeling my own desire come in waves as she moves against my wandering tongue. Drinking in every sensation, the way she tastes, the way her body moves as I slip my fingers inside of her. Oh god T She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders tightly, her hips thrusting my fingers deeper into her. I hear her groan my name again as her hips thrust one last time. Feel her clench around my fingers, her pulse against my lips.
I come to her side, my leg drawn lazily over hers, my hand sliding to her chest, holding her until her heart beats normally. She turns to look at me, cupping my face in her hands she kisses my lips. T? She asks, taking my hand and entwining our fingers together.
Yeah?
I like you alot, maybe even too much…and I want you to know that whatever is happening between us, I want it to keep happening
I smile against her naked shoulder. I feel the same way, and even though this is all so new to me I cant pretend that it doesnt feel good. I cant pretend that I dont care about you She strokes my face, slipping my blonde hair behind my ear.
My turn She whispers into my ear.