Divine Intervention: One Shots

Expanse of Skin

We had just put the last ornament on the tree. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “It’s beautiful, dear.” He flopped down on the couch and pulled out his phone. “I think I'll do a livestream on Saturday.”

That took me by surprise.  It had been a while. “Oh? What brought that on?” I flopped down next to him and snuggled in.

“It’s been a minute since I have done one and you know, gotta tease new music in the best way.” His eyes drifted towards the tree. “Maybe I will show that off.”

“That’s a new one. It is pretty.” I sighed. “Can I post pics to my socials, or no?”

He smiled. “Go right ahead. Let people think what they want to. Just because we aren’t announcing anything, doesn’t mean we’re hiding it either.”

I took a bunch of pictures and showed them to him.  He helped me pick a few to post. I just captioned them with, ‘Tree up and decorated. Time to relax.’ 

He sighed and leaned into me. “Which picture should I use to make the livestream announcement?” We looked through a bunch on his phone that had been taken over the last couple of weeks while we were out in California for Hanukkah. None of them really seemed to fit. 

I pulled up my pics and sent him a candid one I had taken. “This one is perfect. Trust me.” He gave me a puzzled look and pulled it up.

“Your eye with the camera has gotten really amazing. I love this one. I didn’t even realize you took it.” He blew it up and looked at all the little details and decided it didn’t even need to be edited. 

I bit my lip and smiled brightly. I may have blushed a bit too. “Thank you. You were lost in the music you had just finished playing. We were sitting outside at your parents’ house. It was beautiful.” I giggled. “Plus you had that bit of neck and chest exposed and I couldn’t resist.”

He blushed a little. “Oh yeah?” He finished setting up his post.  He showed it to me and cross posted it to his various socials.

“Oh yeah. That part of your body gets me hot every time. Every. Damn. Time.” I had pulled his collar out of the way and punctuated each word with a nibble to his throat. 

He moaned low and relaxed into the couch. “Mmmm. What other parts get you that hot?”

He was looking to start something and I was there for it. “Hmm. Where to begin?” I trailed my hand down his arm and took his hand in mine and placed a kiss in the palm of his hand. “These are a given. I get turned on watching you play guitar, watching you talk with your hands, watching you cook. All I can think about is what these hands have done to my body and how they make me feel.” I threaded my fingers in his as I talked. 

He licked his lips and smiled. “Your hands are pretty amazing too.” He kissed the back of the one that he was still holding. “I think I am going to love this list.”

I bit my lip and pulled myself into his lap. I put my hands on either side of his face and leaned in to kiss him softly. “Your lips. They are soft and sweet and perfectly kissable.” I trailed my finger tips over his cheeks and down his throat. “Your voice. Just hearing it makes me wet nine times out of ten. I love when I can feel your low notes more than hear them. I feel them here,” I touched my chest, “and it just sends arrows of pleasure all the way to here.” I ran my hand down my chest, over my belly, and rested it on my core.” I held his eyes and bit my lip again. I was getting so hot, but I was having so much fun.

He dropped his voice to his lower register. “Hmmm. I like that a lot.” His hand followed the path mine had just taken down my body. He brushed my hand out of the way and rubbed me with his thumb through my jeans. “Anything else?”

I moaned and nodded. I pulled the hem of his shirt up, unsnapped the button of his jeans, and slowly lowered the zipper. I let my index finger slowly slide the length of him through his boxers. I swallowed hard. My voice was a breathy whisper. “This part hits all of the right spots and makes me feel amazing.” He was hot and hard and growing harder under my touch. He growled but didn’t move too much. I was ready to push him over the edge. His thumb stopped rubbing me and unfastened my jeans. He slid his hand inside my panties and started playing in the wetness there. All of the talking and touching had me ready for more.

“You are hot and wet as hell, so I must be doing something right.” He pulled my shirt off over my head and dove into the side of my neck. I moaned his name and gave myself over to him. I pulled his shirt over his head and gave him back the access to my throat. His beard tickled my skin and further fueled the fire. 

“Your beard. God, Avi. The way it feels on my skin wherever your mouth is headed. Especially when it's on my lower belly.” I was having trouble breathing as his mouth traveled down my neck and chest to the top swell of my left breast. His fingers pulled the lace cup aside and his mouth latched onto my nipple. I lost the ability to speak and I felt like I was on fire.

“Baby, I am not God. But when you speak my name, I get hot. I also love your lips. Also knowing that these are not for anyone else.” He turned his attention back to what he was doing. 

Before I knew it, my bra was on the floor and he was guiding my back towards the couch. He was kneeling between my legs and working my jeans off. Somehow his had disappeared along with his boxer briefs. He looked as ready as I felt for what I was sure was about to happen. He leaned in to kiss me as his hard length entered my very wet core. I gave him his name and I may have called him God a few more times as he drove me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. 

We were both naked and spent as he lay next to me, pulling the throw blanket over us. “You know there are easier ways to get this to happen.  I loved the roadmap of my body though. Maybe later I can let you know what about you turns me on, besides everything.” He chuckled and pulled me close. “Love you.”