Divine Intervention: One Shots

Vocal Rest

He was on a self-imposed vocal rest. He had had a taxing day at the studio and was in store for another one soon. During these times, which didn’t happen often, we had developed our own brand of sign language, well he did anyway. 

That afternoon he found me sitting in the bay window, reading a book. He came up to me and pulled the book out of my hands and put the bookmark between the open pages and set it aside. I started to protest, but he held a finger to his lips. I closed my mouth and gave him a sideways glance. He placed a hand under my chin and pulled my eyes to his. What I found looking back at me were two moss colored orbs filled with lust. I swallowed hard as he hooked his index fingers into the belt loops on either side of my jeans and pulled me flush against him. His lips curved into a wicked grin right before he captured mine with them. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. He had full command with his lips and teeth and he was seeking entrance with his tongue. I parted my lips and moaned when his tongue caressed mine. I felt him smile at the sound. I wound my arms around his neck and tried to take control, but he wasn’t allowing it. He bit my bottom lip and pulled back. He snaked his hands up my body and removed my arms from around his neck and placed them by my sides. He then turned on his heel and walked away. 

Curious about whatever game he was playing, I followed him, which was of course, his goal. He kept glancing back at me to see if I was still following him as he led me to the bedroom. He didn’t stop there though, he continued on into the master bathroom. I was right on his heels as he crossed the threshold. 

He turned around and reached for my hands and pulled me tight against his body and found my lips again. He pulled my arms above my head and grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off. I went to reach for the hem of his and he gave me a stern look and wagged his finger at me. I crossed my arms and pouted at him. He just smiled and put his hands together under his chin as if he were begging. I laughed at how adorable he looked.  I nodded. He silently laughed. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me softly. That soft kiss became needier by the second. His arms wrapped themselves around me and his hands tightened on my back. He turned and sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me into his lap never breaking the kiss. 

I tangled my fingers in the cascade of curls falling free across his shoulders. I hugged a little harder when he bit me. His hands found my hips and followed the waistband of my jeans around and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. He pushed me to my feet and pulled my jeans down to the floor, I stepped out of them and climbed back into his lap. He pushed me back to my feet and shook his head. He held up one finger as if to say wait a minute. He pulled his shirt over his head and unfastened and unzipped his jeans and shimmied out of them. He walked over to the shower and started the water. I was seeing the picture now. It was going to be a “fun” steam treatment. I couldn’t help but giggle. 

He turned and looked at me. He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. He approached me and put his arms around me and unfastened my bra and slipped it off of my body. His hungry eyes traveled down my body slowly. He slid his boxer briefs off and waited. I slid my panties off and toed off my socks. He held open the glass door to the shower that was already filling with steam. I stepped in and under the water as he closed the door behind us. The water was scalding and I didn’t care. He took in a few deep breaths of the eucalyptus steam. I took a moment to let my eyes travel his body. He was painfully hard. 

I pulled him under the water with me. He wet his hair as I lathered up his loofah with his body wash. I started with his chest and shoulders and worked my way down his tummy. He took a deep breath in and hissed as my soapy hand stroked him. He took the loofah from me, rinsed it and then himself. He put his hand under my chin and lifted my eyes to his. He spun his other hand in a circle over my head. I turned around and faced the shower wall. He took my hands and placed them on the wall. Standing behind me, he slid his hands down my sides to my hips and gripped them tight. He placed his lips just below my ear and kissed his way down my neck to my shoulder. He softly bit me as he slowly slid into me from behind. He snaked one hand around to my belly and held me against him as he began to roll his hips into me. I could hear him breathing deeply and I couldn’t contain my moans. I loved this position because he was hitting all of the right spots. I could feel him swell as he slowed down and held right before he exploded inside of me. He whistled as he came, triggering my release. 

He turned me around to face him and kissed me softly. He held his hand up and lowered his middle and ring fingers towards his palm. I mimicked the gesture and then wrapped my arms around him. The steam was thick, but the water was starting to get cold, he turned up the temperature and quickly washed us both and washed and conditioned our hair. We got out of the shower and dried off. I towel dried my hair and braided it and then did the same for him. We didn’t bother with clothes, he pulled me into bed and we snuggled together for nap time.