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Saturday&Sunday [Story 7] [SS] [smut] [Norribeth]

Norribeth | short story | smut

The room was dimly lit, only the en-suit light and soft fairy lights that were delicately placed on the headboard of the luscious bed, that they inhabited so often, illuminated the room. But remarkably this time, there was no one in the bed. In fact, they had taken leave downstairs to the living room. The red velvet curtains were closed over the wooden windows that projected a soft snow storm.
They were snuggled up together on the great cream couch which was surrounded by a brick layered wall behind it. Elizabeth flaunted a buttoned up short pyjama set. They were checked mint green and white, to accompany
her cosy pyjamas, she wore white fluffy socks.
The two were warm and cosy up on the sofa, delicately placed into one and others embrace. James, sat with his left leg balancing on his knee. His arm was wrapped around his girlfriend, and his other was used to scroll down his Facebook feed on a newly bought IPhone 7.
Elizabeth, on the other hand had her her nose woven into a book, and was snuggled into her boyfriend. Her hair tied up in a messy pony tail, and rested on his shoulder. Jame had a more relaxed, un-schemed set of pyjamas. He wore a simple grey shirt and some baggy shorts.

She quietly closed her book and snuggled closer towards him, giving a content sigh of comfort. She smiled and shut her eyes, moving her free hand to wrap around his shoulder. She placed a delicate kiss on his neck. He smiled to himself, and let her rest there a few moments more. In those many 'few' moments more, she then found herself in their bed. Enriched with the white cover, surrounding her completely like water. She woke and looked to where she normally would find James but soon saw that she was without him beside her, instead he had his delicate arms wrapped around her torso, and his head placed on her stomach, just under her breasts.

She looked down at him and gave a content smile, and a long intake of breath. Relaxing herself even more. He could be cute when he wanted to be. She lowered her head back onto the pearl white pillow, as gently as she could.
Yet he stirred at this and let out a sweet, soft grunting sound, arms wrapped around her body tighter than before - a small kiss was planted on her clothes, rather than her body.

When his soft, rosy lips came to contact with her silken pyjamas, he stopped - opened his green eyes. At first, she was waiting for him to meet her gaze, but all he did was stare at her chest and stomach. She blushed a little, knowing he traced her body with his eyes.
After a few moments of him just staring she began to question. "James? Are you okay?"
"No." He said, in a stern tone . Much like the tone he used when he was at work.
"What's wrong?" She asked, frightful that she had done something wrong. She sat up, so she was level with him. He looked down, and so she reach to him and delicately placed her hands around the back of his neck.
"It's just, whenever I want to kiss you and your body," She blushed, yet continued to listen, oblivious to the fact that he had raised his hands towards the buttons on her shirt. "There's always..." He paused and gently opened the button. She looked at him, searching his eyes for something - he popped open another button, flashing her stomach. Then another - She looked and looked and then she realised.
She sharply looked down to find him undressing her, as he opened the final button. She looked up at him, and in his eyes she found it, what she had been searching for. Desire.
"...Something in the way."
He pulled her shirt off of her body as quickly as he could, then he leaped to her, like a leopard finding its prey. He tackled her to the bed, gently pressing down onto her as he kissed all of her visible skin. She giggled as he gently tugged her skin with his teeth, "Stop! it tickles!" she laughed and laughed. Yet as James began to kiss more delicate spots, Elizabeth's laughs transitioned into moans and whispers. James's silence as he concentrated on tickling her, turned into low pitch whispers, and content smirks when she would react in a certain way to a playful kisses.

They spent the rest of the night in the bed, reaching a climax at 1am, and sleeping at 2am.
Sunday, "Good Morning" He softly spoke, placing a loose stand of hair behind her ear. She opened her eyes, blinked and replied with a kiss. A hot, passion-filled kiss. Sunday: 'the day of rest'.