Con Sampler

Chapter 4 – Money, Money, Money-5

Reclining in bed, I rested my head on Mel’s shoulder. She was stroking my hair, long calming, slightly arousing strokes from my scalp down the length of my long hair. My scalp was tingling with her touch, my eyes already closing. The worries of the day eased from my mind.

Her other hand rubbed up and down my arm, slowly. My muscles warmed and loosened, my arm comfortably heavy. Absently, I wished she would do the same to my thigh. The dull ache of the wound still bothered me more than I was willing to admit. I leaned back against her more. Her arms wrapped around me. I sighed, and she kissed the side of my cheek.

We sat there in silence. I had no idea what she was thinking about, but I was happy for the quiet. It was as soothing as her touch.

Lifting my hair away from my neck, she kissed me again and I moaned. The soft press of her lips brought back the earlier kiss we’d shared in the kitchen. It was heat and passion, love and respect. It was everything I adored in Mel.

I shifted in her embrace and twisted my neck to return the love. She stopped me with a palm to my cheek. I blinked at her and opened my mouth to protest. She shook her head and eased down, her back flat on the bed, head propped on her pillow. While keeping me within her arms, she eased me down as well.

The bedroom light was already out, the door shut even though we were blissfully alone in the house again. The window was open, and a cool breeze brushed over us.

After pulling me more on top of her to lie on my back, Mel yanked the covers up and once again began to caress and stroke every bit of my skin she could reach. I was dressed in a simple cotton tank and a pair of flannel shorts. Even through the clothing, I could feel the heat of her body and I melted into its coziness.

Mel slipped her hand under the elastic of my shorts and sifted her fingers in my curls. I sighed, stretching my muscles as I spread my legs a bit and dropped one knee over her leg. My thigh tingled as the muscles pulled at the injury and I sucked a sharp breath. She slowed her touch.

“Just my wound,” I told her. I pasted a smile on my face and turned toward her. “I’m fine.”

Her doubt didn’t need words; it showed on her face. She already knew me better than I knew myself.

“I promise I’m fine.” I tried to assure her a second time and she nodded, though it was for my benefit alone.

She shushed me and began to move her fingers again under my shorts. Her other palm found my breast and she kneaded the flesh, rubbing tiny circles over my n*****s. I moaned and arched a bit. I could feel the hard tips of her own n*****s brushing against my back and shoulders as I writhed atop her.

“Touch yourself,” she whispered in my ear and I whimpered as her warm breath tickled the whorls of my ear and caressed the tiny hairs within. I lifted a nearly asleep arm and did as she requested, treating my other breast to the same ministrations she made upon the other. As she quickened her circles, so I mimicked. When she rolled my peaked n****e between her thumb and forefinger that too, I repeated.

The strange combination of my touch and her touch had me panting with need.

Her fingers teased my clit gently at first but grew bolder with my husky breaths. She stroked my slit, spreading my moisture up and around my clit with torturous caresses. A fingertip slipped between my folds and pushed up and into me. My ass ground and squirmed above her mound and I felt the flutter of her stomach along my spine.

She worked her digit inside me, petting my inner walls and tapping on the spongy nerves of my G-spot. Adding a second finger, she swirled her wrist and flexed her hand. A third finger and I was bucking wildly atop her.

The whole experience was different. We had made love often since we’d met – as much as possible given our circumstances – but always face to face. This time, however, unable to see Mel and to watch the desire flare in her eyes or the flush of her body as her own orgasm grew ever nearer, literally in her hands, I felt closer to her than I had ever before. I felt safe, loved, and adored.

Despite my undulations, Mel continued to pleasure me slowly and gently. When I cursed softly, begging her to move faster and deeper, she laughed that laugh that I’ve both loved and loathed since I first met her. This time, her throaty chuckle got me hotter. She was so damn sexy!

“We have all night, Dana, let me love you.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped a hand between my legs to cover hers. We shall see...