Clarkson and May

Chapter 4

I grabbed her hand, silently making my decision. I wove through the crowded room and slipped down the hallway towards the bedrooms. This part of the house was private and empty, but Hammond had offered Jeremy and I a room at the beginning of the evening. I had never thought I'd be taking him up on his offer like this. Now which room had Hammond offered? He said the two at the end of the hall...right? My mind was suddenly cloudy with beer and desire. I wasn't thinking straight.

We approached the first door. It was shut but it was clear what was going on inside by the shuffle and creak of the mattress. Then a low deep rumbling voice moaned, "Oh God almighty girl!" It was clearly Jeremy. Colleen and I blushed and giggled. Well, it was obvious that her friend was enjoying the company just as much as we were planning to. The door across the hall was open. I slipped inside, closing it behind us and locking it for good measure. Just in case anyone might have the same idea as we did.

"Well, here we are. Alone at last." My hands found her waist in the dark. I pressed her up against the nearest wall. I found her lips and kissed her hungrily. Her fingers ran through my hair holding tight, pulling me into her. I kissed down her neck to her collarbone as my fingers dropped the zipper of her dress. It fell to the floor in a silky soft pile at her feet. I held onto her as she stepped out of it into my waiting embrace. Her fingers were making quick work on the buttons of my shirt. It was soon added to the pile on the floor at our feet.

She was a sight to behold. This goddess was standing before me in nothing but a black lace bra, matching panties and heels.The room was dark but moonlight streaming in through the big windows was enough to illuminate her figure, highlight her hair, and make me want her very badly. This fact must have become rather evident to her as well. She ran her hands down my chest, unbuckled my belt and dropped my jeans to the floor. I kicked off my shoes and socks, adding my pants to the chaos on the floor. She bent gracefully to remove her heels. The simple act I found stunning and erotic.

I pressed her back gently, laying her across the bed. She pulled me down on top of her. I released the clasp on her bra. Her breasts bounced soft and free. My tongue danced with hers as I squeezed and pinched her nipples gently.

"Harder" she begged breathless against my lips. I groaned in reply. She knew how to turn me on! I kissed my way down her stomach, dragging off her panties as I went. I could smell the delicious scent of her and I knew she was already wet wanting me. I wasted no time bringing her to climax with my mouth and my fingers. I had her begging for me. I was in control and I liked it.

I slowed the pace down. I wanted to prolong this as much as possible, for my own pleasure. I would work her to the edge then stop. I was denying her another climax and making her beg for me. Everything I did she countered in a way that turned me on more. She finally reached down and started stroking me through my thin cotton boxers. That was all I could take for foreplay; I had to have her...now!

My boxers were on the floor as I rose to lay on top of her. I stopped short of entering her, holding her head in my hands. "Are you sure?" I asked more as a formality. I knew that once I started, I wouldn't be able to be soft and gentle. "Yes....please" she begged, her hips rising against mine. I slid my knee in between hers, spreading her legs. My hands held her hands pinned tight to the bed by her head. I entered her in one deep stroke. Her legs wrapped around me, and she met each thrust of my hips. My hand closed over her mouth trying to keep her quiet; the pace was fast and hard. She urged me on enjoying it rough as much as I was. I exploded deep within her. I could tell she was close to her own climax as well so I slipped two fingers into her slick sticky wetness and finished the job. Her orgasm was as intense as mine had been moments before.

We collapsed into the soft downy bed, both sated. In a tangle of limbs, I found that I was suddenly shy. All of the bravado I had mustered with her earlier seemed to suddenly evaporate once we were alone. "I want you to know....I don't usually....I mean I don't make a habit of this..." I finished lamely not knowing what to say to her. "I don't either James. I don't do this...ever" she replied sounding as nervous as I was. I held her close to me and pulled the blankets up to cover us against the chill of the night. She didn't say any more and neither did I. We were content to hold each other enjoying the after glow, and soon dozed off.