"McMurdo Sound" {Pendragon} (MF wl)
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MCMURDO SOUND
by Uther Pendragon
anon584c@nyx.net
McMurdo Sound can't compete.
Fully asleep, or so nearly asleep that my motions are merely
thermotropic, I roll against her softness.
Friday, it had been softer yet. Friday, while the kids were
at a friend's party, we had cuddled and petted in the living
room. We had kissed in the kitchen while preparing a snack.
By the time the kids got back, stuffed with sweets, they
were ready for bed for once--but not nearly so ready as we
were.
Once they were tucked in, however, ours was a time of calm.
Winding down, separately to the bathroom, each slipping into
our own side, talking quietly about the day, we removed the
cares with our clothes before we kissed good night.
Adolescent desire crashes in like a wave. lust
rises like the tide, quietly, inevitably; but it reaches as
far up the beach. Kisses and cuddles and strokes on the
back and neck and ears. In a pause between kissing her
breasts, I rubbed my cheeks against them.
"You shaved again!" she said, as if this were a surprise.
"The better to eat you with, my dear," I replied again.
And, in due time, I did.
For a minute, I have the familiar warm body against me, only
a robe and a nightgown away.
Her thighs, freshly bathed, had no savor. The same
complaint could not be made about their junction, however.
I tasted, and teased, and lapped her juice while she could
bear it. When she pushed me off and slid away, it was not
rejection. Instead, once fully on her side of the bed, she
threw the sheet towards the middle and spread her legs.
When I had climbed across one, she raised her knees and
held me in both hands.
"You seem ready," she whispered.
"Definitely. I want you."
"I want you, too. Let me."
She guided me inside her and sighed as I slid home. Soon
she was meeting my thrusts with her own. I could watch her
face tighten in the faint light. When she clutched my butt,
though, my own orgasm took all my attention. She panted in
my ear for a minute before I rolled off her; probably I
panted in hers, too.
My moving away was no more a rejection than hers had been
earlier. When I got the sheet straightened out, I lifted
it in invitation. She slid over, and I tucked us in.
Then we snuggled together.
"Good for you?" I asked.
"Mmhm hm. You?"
"Great." And it had been.
"Good for you," she said. It hadn't been that funny the
first time, but we both giggled like schoolgirls. When you
feel that good, everything is funny.
She burrows back against me. My hand moves to cup her breast.
But those motions wake us.
The loving mood lasted through breakfast and while I drove
her out to the mall. She shopped for groceries while I
looked in at the hardware store. I asked some questions
about the project I was planning, and several customers
commented on the clerk's suggestions.
When I got back to where we had parked the car, it was no
longer there. It's place was marked by two soggy half-
gallon containers of melted ice cream. The walk home was
long and hot, but my reception at the end was chilly.
And now, as I sleepily hug her form against me, a sharp elbow
reminds me of that. Another jab catches me before I scurry
back to the edge.
The coldest, loneliest, place on earth is your own side of the
bed.
The End
McMurdo Sound
Uther Pendragon
99/05/19
99/06/20
For another about another aspect of marriage,
see:
inaug.txt
"Inaugural Ball"
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wl.txt
Wedded Lust
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