Watching Her

Watching Her

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

Uncertainty the morning after the night before...

Summary

Uncertainty the morning after the night before...

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Submitted: May 25, 2016

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Submitted: May 25, 2016

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I wake.

Synapses fire swiftly. The usual waking questions and answers fired out in quick succession. Who? Maddie. Where? Home. When? It’s the weekend. Realisation that I haven’t got to leap up for work relaxes me.

I hear the toilet flush but haven’t opened my eyes yet and as I do, I see her push the door open slowly and she’s just in a vest, it makes her look vulnerable somehow. I can see her nipples standing proud in the cold morning air. I want to take advantage of her. That sounds wrong. But I think I do. I want to take her. Keep her here forever. Protecting I guess, but not letting anyone else see her. I want her to myself. Maybe it’s to nurture. Whatever, I want her back in my bed now; I close my eyes and hope.

  She doesn’t get back into bed. I’m watching her secretly, she thinks I’m asleep but I don’t want to know if last night was a mistake. I don’t want to be a one night regret. I watch her bend as she scoops up clothes. Retrieving where she flung as we giggled and touched and she looks over at me. I feel cold, I wish I’d pulled the bedding up and over, I need a hug from the covers crumpled by our coupling. The bedclothes where last night we slid into each others arms as our lips touched and moved and our tongues danced.

She’d stripped for me. A sensuous tease around the room, erotic and exciting she’d touched herself and me as I watched. Not just fingers. Our tongues found crevices, holes and explored and tasted and tickled and delighted. She’d taken my bra off and bitten my tits. Licked my thighs and slid her finger deep inside and she knew where to touch and for how long and when to stop, and just how long to tease and caress and she knew. Oh god she knew and I never wanted her to leave me.

Maybe the attention I lavished she didn’t want. Was I too eager? Not good enough? She was dressing to leave, her movements mesmerised now more than the striptease of the evening before; my heart low and heavy though as the giddy prepared to leave.  And as she stood by my bed I think I might cry for the loss that hasn’t yet happened but might and I’m being ridiculous and...

“Are you asleep?”

I sit up guilty “No.”

“I erm... I didn’t want to go before saying goodbye.”

“Ok” I can’t say what I’m thinking the words are caught in some tears that I’m trying to hang on to but it’s is this goodbye and that’s it and last night and us becomes a memory and it’s Saturday and we could spend the day in bed together, so much to discover and explore and delight and enjoy and...

“I need to go into work.”

“It’s early.”

“I know! But I said I would.”

“But early in and early out if you... maybe...”

It hangs in the air.

“Would you like me to come back? After work?”

I nod staring into her eyes, and she leans forward and her lips touch mine and she tastes of mint and I think I probably taste of her. And we kiss and she reaches in and scoops me behind my back and it’s perfect and protecting and I’m calm and know she’ll be back. Not just later. Something has started. My head tips back and she scoots along the bed pressing hard into my lips. And we kiss and from the embers of last night’s flames, the fire builds again.


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