Lurking In The Moonlight

Chapter Twelve: Hot and Heavy

"Well don't you look adorable." I heard Arthur say as I closed the door behind me after I went home to change. I put on my only pair of PJs I owned, my light blue, soft and comfy long sleeve top and matching bottoms. I felt like a five-year-old as I put my hair back into a ponytail, something I only did at night so I didn't wake up with a lot of hair in my mouth.

I turned around to find Arthur sitting on the couch, cigarette lit and fully dressed in a long sleeve shirt and pair of pajama bottoms. I felt my face turn red as I locked the door and shuffled my way over to the couch, taking my place next to Arthur as a familiar theme song come from the TV. I never slept in the room with someone else before, other than my roommate in college, but I didn't feel anything for her like I felt for the man next to me.

I mean, there was a few weeks ago, but I meant to stay up all night, not pass out in front of him.

"Yea, Murray." Arthur said with a genuine smile, reaching over and turning off the only source of light in the room, other than the TV. His hand moved towards me, offering me the last half of his cigarette, which I gladly took. I was nervous as all hell and I think Arthur noticed. He looked calm and relaxed compared to the broken Arthur I patched up in the bathroom earlier. I enjoyed the remains of the cigarette before crushing it into the ashtray.

On the first commercial break, I went to the kitchen to find the ice pack I had made earlier on the counter, along with the untouched sandwich. I sighed and grabbed the pack, and sandwich, juggling them between hands and elbows as I made my way back over to Arthur. I held out the sandwich to him, shaking it as he just stared at it. He smirked and took it from me, taking a mockingly big bite out of it, with a playful growl.

I leaned over, grabbing the bottom of his pants, pulling his leg up and propped it up on the table, pressing the first pack over it. I then leaned over him, placing the other pack on his shoulder, but he had another idea as he pulled my wrist, spinning me around, causing me to squeal and falling onto his lap. He laughed, propping up his other leg on the coffee table, cradling me in his arm as I stared up at him, dumbfounded. He supported my back and his other arm bent in front of me, holding the sandwich to my lips.

"Open up, here comes to choo choo train." He giggled making a choo choo noise, making me feel as if I really was a five year old. I refused to open my mouth, trying my best to glare at him, which didn't seem to work as well as I hoped because he laughed at my antics. "Come on, Sandra. When was the last time you ate something?" He said a slightly worried look on his first, once the giggles had subsided.

"A few hours ago. I made a sandwich for me and your mother while you were gone." I stated, pushing the sandwich to his mouth. He looked shocked at my answer.

"You made food for my mother?" He asked as if it was unheard of. I nodded.

"Of course I did. You weren't here, and from what you told me, she won't eat on her own. I made her a sandwich and guilt her into eating it."

"And she ate the whole thing?" Still in shock.

"The whole sandwich," I said, pushing the sandwich closer to Arthur's mouth and he took another bite of it, nearly the whole thing. I watched closely, mainly being so close to him, finishing the sandwich and wrapped his arm around my waist, softly rocking me as his eyes focused on Murray doing some kind of bit, but I wasn't paying attention to him. I felt my eyes start to shut as Arthur rocked me in his arms. It was so peaceful, so soothing.

Before I knew it, darkness took over and I was out like a light.

I woke up, an unknown amount of time later, to find it was still dark outside. I couldn't tell what time it was, but I knew it was too early to be up. I reached up to rub my eyes, when I felt the couch move under me. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the feeling, fully opening my eyes to find my head against Arthur's chest.

Somehow, when I was out cold, Arthur managed to lay down on the couch and got me to lay on top of him. I could feel our legs entwine together, his chest rise and fall, and his arm draped around my back, holding me there as he slept. I turned my head up to look at a sleeping Arthur, a rare sight to be seen.

He looked so peaceful, as if all the weight of his life was lifted off of him as he slept. His other arm was placed behind his head, like a makeshift pillow. I couldn't help but watch him as he slept, he looked even more handsome as the wrinkles smoothed out over his relaxed features, taking years off of him.

I couldn't stop myself and I reached up, to remove a piece of hair that was just out of place and blocking his face, but this caused him to jump and my finger brush against his forehead. He looked around as if he was being attacked, but settling down when he realized I was laying on top of him, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"It's too early for this." He chuckled, bringing his arm out from behind his head, rubbing the tired away from his face. He looked at me through his finger, with a gentle smile. I couldn't stop myself, I pulled myself to his face and planted my lips on his. He was taken off guard, eyes widened as I attacked him, quickly catching on to what I was doing. He sat up a bit, pulling my head closer to his, deepening the kiss between us.

Just like before in the bathroom, it was hard and passionate, I couldn't stop the noises from my mouth, to which Arthur happily swallowed. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me up and moved himself underneath me, to a sitting of position on the couch, leaning on the back of the back of it. I placed my hands on either side of his head, gripping the couch in my grasp as Arthur's hand stayed on my waist, guiding my hips and began to thrust his up into mine.

I moved my hips with his, causing us both to groan as we rubbed ourselves against one another. His tongue entered my mouth before pulling back completely, speaking to me in a deep harsh tone. "Tell me where to touch you."

I groaned at hearing this. "Anywhere. Everywhere. Please." I begged, gripping the couch so hard I thought it would rip under my nails.

"Tell me." He demanded, thrusting into me more, causing me to moan a bit louder than before. I let go of the couch, grabbing both of his hands and moved them under my shirt and then under the sports bra I never normally wore to bed, but I was nervous being with him. I had his hand grab both of my breasts. "Here. Touch me here." I held onto his hands and he started to play with my breasts, rubbing his thumb over my nipple, causing me to buckle more onto his thirst. His hands left my body momentarily, grabbing the bottom on my top, lifting it up and over my head, and then quickly removed my bra before launching forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. My hands found their way into his hair, holding him close to me, never wanting to let go.

We kept going like a couple of teenagers, dry humping one another into pleasure I never felt before on my own. I felt my stomach grow tighter and tighter, knowing what would follow soon if he kept up his assault on my body. His hips moved even faster, chasing his own pleasure as his lips switched to my other breast, His lips, tongue and teeth bit, tasted and marked my skin and I was enjoying every bite he gave me.

"Please Arthur. I'm so close." I whimpered, my hips getting tired but wanted to cum more than anything and kept going. I grabbed his hand, moving it to the front of my pjs, wanting something more. His hand allowed mine to guild his right to the spot I needed it the most, hit it in just the hit way. "Right there. Touch me right there." I moved his hand in circles and he caught on quickly to the rhythm. Causing a cry to leave my lips, nearing closer and closer to climax.

"Tell me who you belong to." He stated out of nowhere, pulling away from my breast, looking up at me with a hunger I never know him to have. "Who is the only one who can make you feel like this."

I couldn't help myself as his name fell from my lips. "Arthur. You Arthur. Only you." And with that weak confession, my climax hit, causing me to call out his name loudly as my body jerked and twitch. He groaned loudly as well, hitting his climax, before slowly stopping his thirst and my body gave out, causing me to collapse onto his chest, struggling to find air. Arthur's breaths were just as heavy as mine, trying to capture oxygen as well. Once we both seemed to come down from our high, Arthur pulled his hand out of my pants, making me groan and twitch once more. He wrapped his arm around me, and leaned forward, taking me with him as he grabbed the pack of smokes and lighter off the table, putting two in his mouth and lighting them both. Tossing the pack and light beside us, he grabbed one of the cigarettes and gently put it between my lips.

"You look like you could use one." I don't think I laughed so hard in my life.