All Areas Accessed - Sequel to Access All Areas

Chapter Twenty Five

Perfect, continued for me.

After a perfect night being spent with my perfect girl, we both finally fell asleep. We had talked about so many things. We had laughed about many more things. And we reaffirmed all the promises we had made to one another.

I promised Clara that I wanted to do things differently with her, so perfectly different.

I promised Clara that I would hold her and never let go, perfectly never let go.

So I didn't.

I have held her in my arms, all night long.

Now, I get to have more of that perfect today.

As the sun reaches into the warmth of the log bedroom, I keep my tired eyes relaxingly closed. I can feel Clara stirring beside me, probably feeling inflated by her own happiness, just as I am inflated by mine. It's the greatest feeling in the world, it really is. To know that you're going to wake up beside someone who seems to make you whole somehow, is a feeling that just can't be beaten.

When I feel the sensation of Clara's fingers sinking into my unkempt hair, I can't help but smile. Bringing my arm eagerly around her back, I pull her right in against me in bed, sleepily declaring. "Stop staring and just kiss me." We sweetly then kiss. A sweet and lazy morning kiss. Warm and plump lips, leisurely enjoying being so softly entwined. "Good mornin'!" Pleasantly falls from between my happy and pleasured lips.

With the widest smile that her tired face will allow her, Clara whispers back. "Good morning."

As tired as I am, I am confusingly still pretty alert. "What's on our agenda today, Clara Thorn?" I keenly ask, smiling across at my girl in a sleepy kind of way.

I know a happy smile when I see one, so it's no surprise to hear Clara tell me. "Me and my onesie are very happy with what we are doing now, so no rush to do anything else just yet." She looks playful, perfectly playful.

Laughing a little, I cuddle her even tighter. "I'm so glad you brought your polka dot onesie, it kinda brightens the place up."

Clara looks more awake now. "I thought you'd appreciate me bringing it with me." She jokes, her teal eyes now twinkling brightly.

Stroking the fleecy-feel onesie, I quickly joke back. "Oh I do!" Continuing to fawn over its soft fabric, just a little bit more.

"But after me and my onesie have had our cuddle fix with you, can we go out on your really cute boat?"

Agreeably kissing her on the tip of her perfect nose, my reply is tenderly swift. "We sure can go out on my really cute boat." Then I kiss her. Only because I can and because I want to. Her kisses, I'm now collecting them all. I don't know how I manage to take her lips so easily hostage, but I always do. With tender domination and possessive ease, her lips so willingly succumb to mine.

I love that. I love being able to do that.

Her mouth, is mine.

Her tongue, is mine.

Her breaths, are mine.

And when I separate our mouths, Clara actually sighs.

It's an intoxicating sigh, one that's a pleasing mixture of lust and loss.

This girl inflates my already inflated heart, inflating it so much, I feel like my heart will break through the walls of my chest cavity. Laughing and needing to have my fingers brushing along the contours of her soft cheek, I am honest with Clara. "I love how I can make you sigh like that." I thought that waking up beside her was a great feeling, but making her sigh with absolute bliss after kissing her, is equally a great feeling.

Her smile is a sated one. "I love how you can make me sigh like that, too." And Clara is being just as honest, perfectly honest.

That smile.

Those eyes.

Her body.

They make me want her.

They make me want to make long love to her.

Adjusting my aroused thoughts and making sure me and my dick are going to be on the same non-aroused page, I start thinking about taking Clara fishing. "We are going to try and catch a Kokanee Salmon for dinner tonight." I'm trying to sound serious, but can't help but smirk at the replay of the word Kokanee...nope, I don't think my mind and my dick are yet on the non-aroused page.

But Clara doesn't seem to notice the crude and unintentional play on words, sheepishly replying with. "I should warn you, I'm pretty pants at fishing."

Still smirking, I lift my chin high. "No Kokanee Salmon...no dinner."

"No pressure, then." Clara cutely frowns.

Rolling on top of her, enjoying her being underneath me, I gift her with one of my warm smiles. "I'm gonna make you breakfast, you go and have a bath."

"Why, do I smell?" She's goofily grinning, her eyes armed with playfulness.

Feeling equally as playful, my humorous retort is quick. "I didn't want to say but all this wood, underfloor heating and that polka dot onesie, not to mention all the energy you put into your snoring...yeah, you need a bath."

Hitting me, Clara giggles. "Is this some calculated ploy to get me out of my onesie?" She asks, grinning softly from where she lays so prettily beneath me.

Bringing my mouth teasingly close to hers, I keep my voice to a low whisper. "I like your onesie, it's very polka dotty." Then I kiss her; a delicate and briefly given kiss. "But I'd really like to know what is hiding beneath all those fleecy dots." I deeply declare before kissing her again; only this kiss is more dominant and less disciplined because I really can't wait to see all of Clara's body.

Bringing the kiss to its natural end, Clara then holds my face in her smooth hands. "Me and my onesie totally agree." She's smiling now. Smiling at me and smiling at all the provocative probabilities that are beginning to exist between us.

Needing to just take a second to anchor myself to reality, and to not let my mind and dick rise to the visions of a onesie-free Clara, I close my eyes before breathing in a deep and clean intake of air. "I'll see you downstairs, okay?" My eyes are still closed but my mouth hones in on her sweet and waiting lips, kissing them hard with an unsaid frustration and an unsaid dissatisfaction before leaving the room.

Shit, I want Clara so much.

I want to make love to her.

I want to solidify us.

Solidify all that we mean to each other.

Clara wants it too, her restless desires are emanating from every one of her precious pores, that my own restless desires are easily detecting them.

And yet, we're not giving into them. Instead, we let them scald an invisible pathway to each other. A pathway that only Clara and I can follow. So even though we may not have yet acted upon those burning desires of ours, I know that the time is almost upon us when we really must...and when that time comes, I know that we shall both be more than ready for it.