I thought Ally would not ask me to stay the night. But she did anyway, much to my delight. My insides flipped. Her invitation tickled my sweet spots.
But she let go of me, teasing my already craving body.
"I'll prepare the bath," Ally whispered in my ear and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back before you know it."
My heart was pumping double time. It was not our first time—but it felt like it—I was excited, nervous, and just hungry for Ally.
She came back running to me. We started slow—kissing unhurriedly, devouring each other's lips and tongue. Ally grabbed the dishes that I was still drying and left it on the sink. She guided me to the stairs—her mouth never letting go of mine, her arms locking my body to hers.
The bathroom door was open so we entered smoothly. She kicked the door, shutting it close, not letting anyone disturb the magic we were creating.
Ally lit some candles and scattered petals on the floor and in the tub. She had even prepared two glasses of wine by the tub side. I bet she even prepared a playlist that started with a Nina Simone classic 'Do I Move You'--
'Do I move you, are you willin'
Do I groove you, is it thrillin'
Do I soothe you, tell the truth now
Do I move you, are you loose now
The answer better be (Yes, yes)
It pleases me'
Ally let go of my waist and inserted her hands inside my shirt, cupping my breasts and my knots hardened instantly. She caressed them with tender. Her other hand reached my back and unhooked my bra. Carefully, she lifted my shirt until I was bare. She stared at me, appreciating the details, and smiled.
I peeled her shirt, unhooked her bra and threw everything on the floor, without our eyes breaking the connection. Our mouths met again communicating that it was time to remove whatever it was that got in the way for our flesh to touch. Ally pulled down her pizza boxers then unbuttoned my pants.
I got into the tub and invited Ally in. I spread my legs so she could sit between them. She straddled on me with her back on my face. I started lathering her back with a soft sponge. I continued with her belly then her chest, slowly tracing the circles. I slid down my hand to her quim, massaging it up and down, up and down, up and down—while my other hand fondled her breasts.
Ally held my neck, urging me to continue. I just kept on with the rhythm—up and down, up and down, up and down.
She faced me and started kissing my neck as she rubbed my back. She proceeded with my knots, sucking them and playing with them with her tongue. It was difficult not to moan but I controlled myself. My land down under wanted some attention but Ally did not give in right away. She drained the tub and a turned on the shower. She assisted me to stand as the water washed us up.
She went down again—down there finally. She jazzed her tongue gracefully and I was really wet—not because of the water from the shower but because of my body reacting to Ally.
We went to bed and cuddled for a bit. Not long enough, we dozed off. It had been a long day.
*****
I woke up earlier than Ally. It was the first time actually. I went to their kitchen and checked whatever ingredients I could work with. I made Ally omelette and perfect pancakes. I could just tease her about it later. I went up to her bedroom and found the baby was still asleep. I went back to bed and spooned her. I stared at her and it was just breathtaking. I know it was creepy but I wanted to remember every morning I was lucky big time to have Ally by my side.
Ally finally woke up. "Morning, beautiful," she said.
"Morning, gorgeous!" I responded."I made you breakfast." I got up and placed the tray on the bed.
"Awwww thank you! So this is how a pancake looks like. Ha-ha," Ally said, messing around. "Gosh, Stevie, you got to go to work this morning, right? I will drive you."
Before she even got up, I told her, "Don't worry. I already asked them to cover for me this morning. Let's report together to work this afternoon. Is that okay with you?"
"Perfect."
We finished breakfast, showered together and got nastier. I borrowed some of her clothes but went commando all the way.
"Will you stop looking at me?" I demanded Ally.
"I'm sorry. Your hotness meter just doubled," Ally said, smiling.
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I Will Always Come Home to You (Ally and Stevie)
FanfictionAlly gate crashes a masquerade and meets Stevie. They decide not to exchange names, let alone the sight of each other's face. They both recently got out of a relationship and are not yet ready to start a new one. Feeling a strong connection, they p...
