More Than You Think You Are Ch. 14
I woke from dream-free sleep still warmly wrapped in Skinner’s arms, with my head nestled on his broad chest. For a minute or two I stayed completely still, taking time to inventory everything that felt right about the moment. Skinner’s chest rose and fell evenly; soft snoring ruffled the hair on the top of my head; and although he seemed deeply asleep and relaxed, his arms were strong around me, and one hand was moving lightly over my shoulder, fingertips brushing skin almost imperceptibly.
It made me shiver; almost as much as the tickle of chest hair under my cheek did; not nearly as much as a slight shifting of his legs did, and when his morning wood happily introduced itself to mine I shivered even more.
I wondered what time it was and splayed my hand over his chest, delighted to find that when I softly scratched over one small nipple, it hardened under my touch. Skinner’s hold on me tightened and his legs moved again. I waited until he’d settled back into deeper sleep with a sigh, and then turned my head just enough that the next pass of my hand over that nipple was accompanied by a subtle tongue-flick over the other one. His breath hitched and hands that had been on my shoulders slid down my body and came to rest on the dip just above my buttocks. This had the combined effect of pinning my arms (making his chest inaccessible to my hands if not my mouth) and pulling my hips in closer to his.
Introductions had been made already and our cocks were apparently more than happy to get further acquainted. I couldn’t help the small groan that escaped me as our groins collided and I felt him pushing into me, hot and heavy. The vibration from my mouth to his chest brought about a similar sound from him. I brushed my hand over his flank and found his nipple again for another lick. A louder groan from him this time that was growlier and almost words, like a grizzly bear trying to say my name, and then his hands, those great big mitts that had been resting sleep-loosely on my lower back, lifted off of me just long enough to make me miss them, and then they were plunging into my hair and my face was turned up to look into his open eyes. His glare might have been stern, might have been something I would have remembered more from the office than the bedroom. Might have, that is, if I hadn’t caught the gleam in his eye. I grinned back in what I hoped was an endearing manner.
“Did you think I wouldn’t wake up?”
“Just testing the system, Walter,” I shot back saucily, my head still trapped in his hands, and I let myself focus briefly on the way his fingers were moving through my hair, restless but contained, like they were cataloguing the texture of each strand. Either that, or he was trying to tame what I knew had to be a spectacular case of bed head. I hadn’t cut my hair since he’d found me, and while it wasn’t exactly a mane, it was shaggier now than I’d seen in any pictures of me in the files.
“I’m up now,” he replied. “And I think all systems are a go.” At that he bent his neck and covered my mouth with his, slipping his tongue easily between my lips and taking a deep slick inventory of every inch of my teeth, tongue, heck, I think he even went digging for tonsils briefly. If he was worried about morning breath he didn’t show it and I was a little too busy listening to my heartbeat cranking up and gasping for breath under his assault to worry much myself.
One hand left my hair, only after he seemed to realize that I was kissing him right back and not likely to move any time soon, and his arm came around my hips so he could grab my ass possessively and pull my body snug to his. I marveled at the way our bodies just seemed to fit together perfectly every time, like the last two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
And then he was thrusting against me with more growling, a sound which set up some sort of vibration on my lower lip that was apparently attached directly to my dick. I gasped as our hard flesh dueled and the slick heat of his cock soon had my hips jerking helplessly in response as I reveled in the slip and slide between us. Slowly he levered me over onto my back, and his weight on me felt good and right and safe.
He was still gripping my hair, and now he pulled sharply to the side, dragging my mouth off of his. Before I could voice any sort of protest though, he was nipping at my ear, licking a surprisingly sensitive lobe, and then smothering my neck in wet kisses and bites that twisted any complaint I might have had into something mindless and needy-sounding. Instinctively my legs went round his hips so we were pressed closer, so I could feel him exactly where I needed to, so he could meet me thrust for almost painful thrust. I had just one moment to think maybe we should slow down, back off, recoup, and maybe try something different; a part of me was aching to feel him inside me again. But then he was whispering in my ear.
“I love you.”
And there wasn’t going to be any stopping. He said it again, louder: “I love you.” And then he bit down sharply on the joint between my neck and shoulder and I stiffened as he made me cry out first in pain and then immediately in pleasure, with no thought as to which was which. The heat of his mouth felt like a brand, and I worried he was going to leave a mark, and I hoped he would, and at the same time I was dimly aware of his hips frantically pumping to match my own rhythm as we struggled with and against each other for completion. The friction between us became a flame, a bonfire, an inferno, all-consuming, and I was barely aware of the sound of my own voice, shouting out his name. My muscles became suddenly and impossibly tight and I swear I could feel every hair on my body stand on end and then a gasp and more rocking and everything exploded wet and hot and I could hear his voice in my ear as my orgasm tore through me.
“Oh God, Fox, I love you so much.”
And then he was adding to the mess between us, hot and slick and heavy as he collapsed panting on top of me.
It took long minutes before I could even find the strength or sense to open my eyes. And when I did, I found Walter staring at me with an odd, shy smile on his face.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Mmm, more than…” It seemed to take way more strength than it should have, what with most of my brain matter having dribbled out of my dick, but I managed to lift my head just enough to press a kiss to his scruffy cheek.
“I’m sorry—“ he started to say, and I know he was talking about the way he’d closed off to me after that stupid nightmare, but as far as I was concerned, the last few days were a memory now that I didn’t need to find, examine or reclaim. I covered his mouth with my hand and gave him a smile.
“Don’t. We’re good.” I glanced down at our bodies briefly, imagining the superglue already forming between us, and then caught his gaze again. “Really good.”
I felt his lips turn up under my hand. Then, with a tremendous groan, he pushed off of me and rolled onto his back. He was silent for several minutes, and I almost wondered if he had gone to sleep. He didn’t seem to be aware of me as I slipped off the bed and wandered away to the bathroom.
Clean and bladder emptied, I brought back a warm washcloth for him, and then felt oddly shy about wiping away the evidence of our passion on his body when I realized he was watching.
I tossed the cloth aside and he held out his arms, still not speaking until I had curled up next to him, using his shoulder as a pillow.
“Doctor today?” he asked finally, like he didn’t already know, like he wasn’t there when I had made the call two days ago. He kept his eyes focused on the ceiling.
“Yeah,” I replied, running a hand absently over his chest, loving the way the crisp curls there tickled my fingers.
“Do you want me to come with you?” Only a tightening of his arm around me gave any clue to his concern.
“Nope. I’ll catch a cab.” A pause that I could almost hear him trying to fill, trying to protest. “It’s just a preliminary.”
“I know that.” Another quiet moment, more comfortable. “You call if you need anything.”
“You know I will.”
Finally he looked at me. Something darkened his eyes, and then they quickly cleared, and he gave me the softest kiss on the forehead, making me feel sort of cherished.
“I’ve got to go. Sleep some more.”
I found no urge to argue, and instead closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of another kiss on the brow, a more lingering caress of lips on my mouth, and then the warmth of the comforter being pulled up over my shoulders.
The shower sounded like a waterfall as sleep claimed me.