The Guesthouse

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As I wake up from my nap, there is something hard pressing into my bottom. Upon opening my eyes I confirm that my location in Mori's lap, blushing slightly because of what this means. There has been light breathing in my ear until I shift, but now his eyes are open and he appears to be holding his breath. Neither of us quite knows what to do at this development, but there is such intensity in those eyes of his that my skin heats once again. There is a mutual understanding and our lips move to meet, one of his hands is on my back and the other behind my head pulling me in deeper. My arms circle his neck as I move to better meet his lips. My movement causes him to moan into my mouth, and then softly playing our tongues meet.

Save for the briefest moments this morning, I've never felt like this. That unfinished feeling from this morning is brought back. Moving to shed my jacket, I can feel his hands move to speed my cause. They have now moved to my back as I move to remove his. Breaking our kiss leaves us struggling to regain our breath, our hands move to undo the knots of our ties then pull them loose. Unbuttoning has never taken so long, even as I pull the last of his shirt out of his pants his chest has been laid bear. By now his hands have made the same work of mine exposing my pale skin and white bra. Mentally kicking myself for my current selection of undergarments.

His head moves down kissing my check, neck, and collarbone; my shirt is now being moved from my shoulders and then pulled off completely. As his nose rubs into the hollow of my neck, my own hands start to roam. Tracing lightly the defined edges of his exposed muscles. The straps of my bra move out of place, as it is unhooked from behind. As the air moves to caress the only exposed portion of my breasts, the air brings with it a newfound embracement that seizes me. Hands move to pull the garment back into place, but he catches them. Instead lacing his fingers through mine, he also moves to stop the descent of my head. Forcing my eyes to meet his he whispers, "We can stop if you want."

Do I want to stop? My head shakes back and forth without instruction. Once again his lips greet mine, now less fiercely, more softly, yet somehow just as needy. Untwining our fingers he traces lazy patterns from my fingertips, twisting around the curve of my wrists. By the time those fingers reach my elbows I'm starting to feel like putty, slowly kneaded until those same hands reach my shoulders. This time prepared as the fabric moves exposing my chest to him, the air hits my sensitive nipples causing them to harden. No one's really seen them besides it was rather dark last night.

My head moves down and he kisses my forehead, perhaps aware that I'm still nervous his hands don't move towards my uncovered chest. Instead they move to my sides tracing then working their way up to my rib cage, back and forth until my skin almost hums under his touch. Then down to the hollow until an index finger runs the rim of my belly button. By the time those hands return and surpass their previous location, warm palms cup as his thumbs move over my nipples. A low moan escapes as he continues his actions, seemingly fascinated. Slowly his hands move down to my hips lifting me as he moves his legs, until now each of my knees are to either side of his hips. Shifting still lower his hands grasp my butt, smoothly lifting me. I move to remove my shoes before I lock my feet around his back.

I set down on the bed alone for a moment while he removes his shoes. Looking up at him as he leans over me, easily covering my body with his. Now within reach my hands push back on the shirt that has been yet to be removed. Now straddling my body our lips meet again. Soft feathery kisses down my neck stop for a moment as he sucks on the hollow of my neck. Still moving lower still to the breastbone, his nose nuzzling right there. Then slowly he continues his trail across my small mound until he reaches the peak. Taking it into his mouth as though to consume it, my hands reach up through his hair. This continues until his actions cause me to moan, and move on the bed. Not one to play favorites he now pays the same attention to the counterpart.

God I'm ablaze in new sensations, burning everywhere without discrimination. Stronger still the sensation building in the pit of stomach threatening to make me combust, driving in me the desire for more contact. Finally though I pull away and move to sit up. His hands are at my waistband undoing my belt as mine work away as well, a click, an unbuttoning, and the unzip precedes move to push the pants to our hips. He's faster than me though, and an arm loops behind me pulling me up while the other starts to slip those pants down. With his actions in the removal of mine his have slid down as well, he pulls me back down onto the bed. As he lies on his side he pulls his pants off completely and they go to meet mine on the floor. Now he as he lies there in his boxers, his hands start to roam again.

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I did not mean to fall asleep as well, realizing two things almost at once. The first thing is that her presence and proximity have done more than just calm me into sleep. Secondly if she keeps moving around on my lap like this I won't last for long. Her bottom shifts again this time causing my eyes to pop open fully and to suck in my last breath. Her flushed face lifts until she is looking me in the eyes, but we both act on instinct moving together until our lips meet. One hand pulls her head closer to me and the other loops around her waist, hers wrap around my neck. To gain more leverage she moves again over that building need, the moan pushes out past my teeth. It also goes past my lips and into her accepting mouth it and leading our tongues to seek each other out.

Reeling now the memory of this morning springs to mind, that sensation of her skin against my hand. Movements catch my attention as she moves to take her jacket off, I finish removing it for her. My hands wander to her back as hers move my jacket from my shoulders. Hating to do it, I move my arms so that my jacket can also be discarded. The almost lip lock is broken each now striving to regain our breath. Each tie's knot is being slipped loose as we work to undo them. Mindful now to unbutton each button least my haste ruin the moment, but it is truly a struggle not to just pull the shirt open. Hidden beneath that shirt are her creamy skin, and a simple white bra to cover her modest curves.

My lips kiss her check and trail down her neck until I reach her collarbone. Pushing the shirt off her shoulders my lips continue tracing along their course. Returning to the valley of her neck I rub my nose right there into the hollow and I can feel here hands start to move over my skin. Intent to outline every definition of my muscles, they continue their work. My hands trace the straps of her bra back then reach her bra hooks, they are easy enough to undo. The bra starts to fall from her shoulders and shift forward, but as soon as the air reaches the underside of her breasts her hands move to pull the garment back. I catch her hands and thread my fingers thru hers, she starts to lower her head. I force her to stop, make her look me in the eye. Saying that which I know is necessary, "We can stop if you want."

Slow to respond I can see her shake her head back and forth. Again our lips meet, softly now but with a definite need. I try to take my time by tracing pathways from the very tips of her fingers; by the time I reach her elbows she's begun to respond. Slowly working my way back up to her shoulders and the place were her bra lies, she does not stop the movement of the fabric now. Her chest now exposed I can see her nipples. Almost the color of the fuzzy center of a strawberry, they have hardened in the air. This time as she lowers her head, I move to kiss her forehead and there is still some hesitation. I move my hands to her sides starting to trace new pathways, even as I stroke her ribcage I could almost swear her skin is humming. Even the rim of her bellybutton is responsive, not to tease her to long I move my hands back up and cup her curves their weight welcome to hands. My thumbs go about rubbing those small peaks, all of it so different from everything else we've experienced.

I make up my mind and move my hands from her breasts to her still clothed hips, lifting her up so I can move my legs. Hers move in the process, now straddling my lap. Now for some reason I'm driven on, grasping onto her bottom I get up taking her with me. There's a moment during which she removes her shoes, but then she wraps he legs about me. I set her down on the bed, regrettably forced to move her legs as I stop for a moment to remove my shoes. Wanting to look back into her eyes I move my body up onto the bed almost as to cover it. Her hands move to have the shirt I'm still wearing come off. I have to remove it as I shift up on the bed, of course now I'm straddling her. Lips meet again this time hungrier in our need, but do break the kiss to further continue to explore her body. Lightly I press my lips down her body, and have to admit that the hollow of her neck is one of my favorite parts. But still I move down the breastbone to the hollow between them. Then trace the small distance to her first peak. Pulling it into my mouth, this soft texture that makes me not want to release it. Once I hear her moan and realize she's been pulling me closer with her hands. I move onto the next.

Heat pouring from her body as I feel consumed, she pulls away in an effort to sit up. My hands roam to her clothed lower half, working to undo her belt, knowing that her pants must be unbuttoned as well, and then I lower her zipper to allow me to move her pants to her hips. She has been busy as well having made the same progress with mine. Pulling her up to better allow me to free her from that garment, mine slid down off my hips as well. I then can only pull her back down onto the bed and now on my side rid myself of my pants as well. Now I'm in only my boxers and her in her panties, my hands return to her skin.