new fanfiction, domesticity, part 2
j...@my-dejanews.com
The tray was on the night table; soft laughter filled the air. "I can do
it," she protested mildly.
"Uh uh, I like undressing you. Nice and slow." His smile was lazy, his
hands gentle on her body, warm on her back, holding her close to him.
Even his mouth, his kisses, were patient. Carol loved this, his
unhurried manner, how he sought her time after time. When they were
alone, making love, she never doubted him.
"You amaze me," he whispered.
"How?"
"I love your softness, I can't have enough."
He unclasped her bra, her breasts filled his hands, making her press
towards him. Thumbs teasing her nipples, stroking back and forth.
Carol leaned into him, her hunger growing, her mouth hot and rough on
his neck, and he quietly gasped. When she reached down, she took him
into her hands, and stroked the length of him, already hard and smooth.
"Who gets to go first?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
"Whatever you say," he answered, as he gently removed her panties, and
began searching her. "Oh, you get so wet," he murmured. "So enticing."
She felt him hard against her.
Carol whispered softly. "Not yet, we have lots of time. I'll go
first." She withdrew from his embrace and fluffed up the pillows. "Lay
down, I want to have fun." Doug did, a sly smile on his face.
Her hair tickled his chest as she kissed him, her warm mouth tasted his
skin. Doug's muscles tightened, anticipating her touch. Her hands
played with his nipples, stroked his chest. Taking a leisurely path, her
tongue traced his ribs, following the line of hair on his stomach,
approaching his hardness. He moved his hips forward, an instinctive
reaction to his arousal.
His voice was rich; he was pleading. "Go down on me, Carol. I
want your mouth on me."
"Soon," she promised. Carol reached up to the tray. Tilting her head,
giving him a smile, she saw raw desire on his face, the passion in his
eyes and it gave her such pleasure. "What to choose?" she mused
quietly. "Vanilla yogurt, I think." Taking the yogurt, dipping the
spoon in, she worked slowly. It was right above him, hanging
precariously on the spoon, and then she tilted it ever so slightly,
watching it slide off the spoon onto his hard penis. Doug recoiled,
gasping from the cold, only to moan when the warmth of her mouth
surrounded him, her tongue teased him, and then she started sucking.
Gobbling the yogurt and him, licking every part, his shaft, gently
pulling his balls, one by one, into her mouth, then releasing them, only
to suck him in again. Carol did it over and over, each time waiting,
making him beg for more.
"Please, I wanna come."
"What if I get full, Doug?"
"Please," he asked, urgency in his voice.
One more spoonful, her tongue twirling around him, and then she took him
fully into her mouth, sucking hard, up and down, feeling the head grow,
recognizing his tension, seeing his fingers clutch the bed, and finally
he came, groaning quietly, closing his eyes and letting her control him.
After he was composed, he reached out for her and she came to him,
kissing his warmth again, happy to have pleased him. As she lay her
head on his chest, she felt his heart pounding within. He took her in
his arms and stroked her face, her hair, all the time keeping his eyes
closed.
"Carol?"
"Yeah?" she whispered.
But he didn't respond. They stayed like that for sometime until his
breathing became quiet and even. Carol thought he had fallen asleep and
glanced up to see his face. He smiled at her, his eyes barely open.
"I'm not going to sleep yet."
"No, Doug, just relax."
Doug responded by stroking her back, then getting his hands entangled in
her hair. "Come here. I'm not done."
Turning her over onto her back, he dove into her neck, nipping at her
soft skin as her hands gently cradled his head. "My turn. Honey
first." Doug sat up and dipped his thumbs into the honey, rubbing her
nipples. "Now I get to taste it." He nibbled on one, then the other,
smiling with satisfaction as they responded. "Chocolate next," he
decided. Taking the jar in his hands, he pulled the spoon out and
slowly drizzled the chocolate over breasts, on her nipples, making her
arch her back and sigh deeply.
Bending his head down, he followed each line, his
tongue slowly licking each sweet trail, over her skin, her nipples; her
voice urged him on. Reaching up again, he took the whipped cream and
made two small mounds over her nipples and casually licked them clean,
then drew her erect nipples into his mouth. "I liked that better.
Let's see how it tastes somewhere else."
Carol braced, knowing what was coming, then tensed as he parted her legs
and covered her clitoris. "Oh, cold!" she protested, and then she felt
him, warm and gentle as usual, sucking the whipped cream, exposing
her delicate skin, making her strain against his mouth.
"Are you ready to come tonight?" he asked, continuing his tender
assault.
"Now...." she whimpered. He placed his hands under her bottom and
raised her up so he had all of her in his mouth. His tongue worked
furiously, and he felt her muscles quivering, her hands pulling his head
closer. "Oh, oh...." she cried, and then she convulsed, breathing
deeply, basking in her climax. Doug eased the pressure, tickling
her lightly, letting her ride it out, slowly letting her down.
Now Carol's eyes were closed, and as she opened them and reached for
him, she saw him poised above her, aroused and waiting. "Once more," he
said lovingly, and then he penetrated her, letting his weight fall upon
her, wanting to possess every part, needing this ultimate
closeness. It was slow, sweet, not frantic, but she matched each thrust
with her own, wanting him, needing him within her.
"I could love you like this forever, Carol."
He filled her ears with hushed words of love, with the sound of his
release.
*****
Doug surrounded her with his body, savoring their closeness afterward.
"Carol, I forgot, those things from Victoria's Secret...I left the
bag in the living room."
"You went to Victoria's Secret today?" she asked.
"I was looking for something for you to wear, but I couldn't figure out,
you know, what size...."
Smiling, she chided him, "I usually wear a small."
"Well, yeah, but the lady in another store said I needed to know more
and I didn't know, didn't want to guess."
"Hmm. Probably needed my bra size. It's 34B."
"Okay, now I know for next time."
Carol paused. "You mean to tell me you went to the mall to buy
lingerie? The ladies in the store must have had fun."
Doug smiled to himself. "Not too much fun."
Carol burrowed into the crook of his arm. "So...what else can we buy
at the grocery store...for fun?"
Doug thought about this for a minute. "Maple syrup?"
"No, Doug. Too sticky. Maraschino cherries?"
"Well, we could...they have limited use, of course, but I could
always...suck them one by one out of your belly button...." He laughed, and
looked to her for
approval.
Grinning at the thought, said, "Ummm...it's a possibility. Pudding?"
"What flavor?"
"Chocolate," she decided. "Definitely chocolate."
"Yeah, chocolate pudding," he agreed. "Cool Whip?"
"No, too artificial. Whipped cream cheese?"
"That's a bit heavy. Ice cream?"
"Ooo, too cold."
He pondered this. "Hmm...sometimes cold is good, Carol."
Enjoying his teasing, their silliness, Carol tackled him and burst into
a deep belly laugh.
*****
The next morning, Carol rolled out of bed, the smell of bacon enticing
her towards the kitchen. "I'm hungry, what's on the menu?"
Doug flashed a crooked smile. "You mean you're hungry after last
night?"
"Well, just a little," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Oh, well, today we have the Ross breakfast special."
"Oh...and what might that be?"
"Well, you fry up some bacon -- which, as you can see, I've done -- and
you carefully lay it across a toasted bagel, right on top of the cream
cheese."
Carol wrinkled her nose. "Do you get free coronary care for
dessert?"
"Hey, it's very good, don't knock it. And, I'll work it off of you,"
he smiled.
"I believe you," she retorted.
Carol walked over to the refrigerator and looked inside for some orange
juice. Pausing a minute, she looked over the door and asked,
"Doug...grape jam?"
"Oh, jam," he drawled, smiling at her. "Hmm, let me think about it for
a while."
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They were two hearts tuned together
And beating as one.
Ever new, each kiss was like
The very first one.
They explored each landscape
Of their sweet intimacy.
Never bored, love's horizon reached out
Infinitely.
Both lovers and friends
Learning the art of love.
Homework never ends
Learning the art of love.
Learning the art of love
Requires some determination.
You search for the heart of love
In every different situation.
You apply the art of love.
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--
Jordan
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GKKelley
Hey Jordan, I was trying to save your story and read it off line but I only
have 3 parts in my AOl mailbox and they aren't even three parts in a row!!!
Can you please send it to me again, or remind me which web sites have your
line.
Thanks,
Katherine
j...@my-dejanews.com
Sure, you can definitely find it here, it's already been posted. Just click
on my name. And while you're there, read the stories of other find authors
as well:
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/5437/
Hope you enjoy it. I know I did :)
In article <19981002195221...@ng91.aol.com>,
j...@my-dejanews.com
j...@my-dejanews.com wrote:
> Sure, you can definitely find it here, it's already been posted. Just click
> on my name. And while you're there, read the stories of other find authors
> as well:
oops...and while you're reading the "find" authors, check out the "fine"
authors as well...
>
> http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Studio/5437/