Sunday Morning Interlude

Coaxing Lindsay to her knees, Stephen positioned her just above his face. Peeking back up at her, he could see that he had Lindsay wound around his finger. The look on her face was mesmerizing. Leisurely, he touched her. A slight tickle on her right calf forced Lindsay to grab onto the headboard for balance.

Between her legs, the scent of arousal surrounded him. As he touched the material of her panties, the dampness signaled that Lindsay was more than ready for him. Her thighs brushing against his cheeks, Stephen couldn't help but smile at the position they were in. His eyes again returning to her face, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties, exposing her needs and wants wholly to him. A ripple ran through Lindsay's body as his free hand traveled to the small of her back. Again, with a tranquil voice, he urged her, "Let me take care of...everything."

With that, he pulled her down onto him. Stephen's tongue immediately pressed between the slick petals of her mons. He heard a muffled gasp from her as he went deeper. The taste drove him wild, seeking to go deeper. He felt her muscles contract around his tongue as it slipped in and out of her in a gentle, but insistent rhythm. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, he licked upward to a more intimate place. Stroking her soft, drenched walls, Stephen knew where he needed to go. The destination to bliss required no map. His lips captured her clit between them, and he gently nursed at it. Stephen's efforts were repaid with a fresh taste of Lindsay's brew of sensuality and yearning. Flicking his tongue out at the protruding button, he knew she was near the end of this particular road.

Lindsay's body trembled, feeling his hand firm at her thigh. Grasping onto the bars of the headboard, she was lost in the ebb and flow of sexual excitement. Following his appeal to just let go, Lindsay felt her body take over her mind. Her hips moved in tandem to the attention that Stephen's fingers and mouth were affording her. With Stephen's lips suckling at her sensitive nub, she felt that brilliant ribbon of tension pull through her body. It held her like a marionette, trapped by a taut string of desire. His fingers dug deeper, finding the one trigger of release. In a flash of light, Lindsay's world rocked. Moaning from deep within her throat, she felt everything all at once: The wash of pleasure, the tightening of her thighs as she shook, Stephen's tongue driving her farther and farther into ecstasy.

Happily trapped underneath her, Stephen drank her all in. As she writhed above him, all he could think about is the image of her face blushed with satisfaction and release. With that picture in his mind's eye, he continued to consume her until Lindsay's body gave one last shiver before she wilted over him. She was sated, but Stephen had only meant that to be temporary.

He waited a few moments to give Lindsay some time to recover before he slid down the bed, releasing himself from her tender thighs. Rolling onto his knees, he was greeted by the glowing form that was Lindsay. Her knees pressed into the plush bed, he watched her smooth back rise and fall as Lindsay caught her breath. Her hands gripping the bars of the headboard. The dark iron contrasted greatly with the tone of her skin. Stephen felt his breathing slow down and the need to touch her was urgent. Pulling off his shirt, he moved towards Lindsay.

Dazed, Lindsay's vision was slowly returning to focus. As the starch white of the pillow case came into view, she felt the comfortable weight of her lover on her. Turning her head to the side, her lips were met with Stephen's in an affectionate kiss. Through the thin cotton of her tank top, Lindsay felt the warm comfort of his skin on hers. Languidly she stretched underneath him, while his hands moved on her again. His hands spoke to her body and made it come to life. As they moved down her arms, she felt the tickle of his whisper in her ear.

"Baby, that was incredible," he breathed hotly. Stephen's hands trailed off after her shoulders. Before she could protest their absence, Lindsay felt them roll up her sides under her tank top. The bare, skin on skin contact made her melt. And when his hands found her breasts, she quivered against him.

Lindsay loosened her grip on the headboard, but quickly found her hands held fast to it by Stephen's. "No," he pleaded. "Just stay the way you are." His lips skimmed the skin between her shoulders. She actually felt him smile against her, making breath catch in her throat. "I want you this way, Linds."

The teasing was a mix of anguish and delight for Lindsay. Her body was burning from the inside out. Pressing into him, she told him how much she wanted him without so much as a whisper of breath. As she ground back into his body, a wicked smile crossed her face as a groan vibrated against her ear.

"I saw that smile, evil woman," Stephen said softly sliding off the bed.

Lindsay turned her head to see him as he stripped out of the remainder of his clothing. Turning away, she wryly remarked, "Well, I figure it takes two to dance." She let her head sink down between her arms and took a deep breath, straightening out her spine.

Stephen's mouth dropped open at the sight of her curving back. He took in every inch of her body with his eyes. When Lindsay picked up her head and looked back at him, he moved. He just couldn't wait any longer. Kissing her mouth deeply, he relieved her of her underwear. And with compelling force, Stephen pulled her body upright and turned her to face him.

Wrapping her legs around him, Lindsay felt her carnal urges take over again. With a slip of the hips, he was inside her. Leaning her head back, Lindsay became the aggressor. She rode him with a slow intensity so that Stephen could feel every inch of movement. His hands were at her hips, not so much guiding this time, but holding onto her. Trying to keep her in place.

"No way, buster," she sighed in his ear, "It's my turn to work you."

Stephen's mind went white hot with passion. The way she moved on his shaft was simply too divine. As she squeezed down on him, he knew that he wasn't going to last. Stephen didn't want this romp to end just yet. He pushed up the flimsy cotton tank top and moved his hands to her ample breasts. Looking her in the eyes, he lowered his head and flicked a tongue at her taut nipple. As she moaned softly, his lips engulfed the fleshy pebble into his warm mouth. This threw off Lindsay's rhythm, much to her chagrin.

"No fair," she moaned, forcing her hips downward. "You know what that does to me."

Laying Lindsay back down on the bed, Stephen didn't even bother replying. He simply traced his lips from one breast to the next. Repeating his efforts on the other nipple, he felt Lindsay's body relax. Once he felt her submit to his whim, he began to move slowly. Thrusting gently, he felt her surround him in the most intimate way possible. It was heaven. She was drenched with need and Stephen found himself at her core.

Kissing his way back up her neck, he discovered her lips again. By now, Lindsay was driving her hips up to meet his. But he kept the pace slow and steady. "No rush, baby." She felt his lips skim delicately over hers. He never broke contact with her. "You know what I want don't you?" The breathy trail started from her lips, detoured to her cheek, and finally ended at her ear. "Do you know what I want, Lindsay?"

Lindsay whimpered in reply. She knew what he wanted from her at that moment, but she didn't have the faculties to articulate. And she knew he wouldn't let her go until she replied. She was lost in the haze. Their bodies moved in unison. It was a slow, passionate tango that left her teetering on the edge. Then he stopped. Lindsay heard herself cry out loud. Stephen was fully embedded in her and holding himself firmly inside her. He felt so good and she didn't want him to stop.

But he wouldn't budge, "Do you want me to tell you, Linds?" Withdrawing halfway out, Stephen urged, "Do you?"

With every ounce of sanity left in her, she managed to gasp out, "Yes...please tell me."

Stephen took her beautiful face in his hands and focused on her. In a velvety voice, he spelled it out for her. "I want to make long, slow, sweet love to you for hours." He raised Lindsay's arms above her head and held them there with one hand. "I want to slowly roll my hips into you time and time again..."

She could see his lips moving, but she ceased hearing him as his words were put into action. True to his word, Stephen rolled his hips into her. This time, he was gathering speed. It wasn't the violence of fervent sex, but it wasn't a lazy pace either. Lindsay strained her arms against his grip, which caused her body to arch into his.

The sounds of their lovemaking bounced around the room. As Stephen continued to gently propel himself in and out of her, his mind started to surrender to the rapture that was release. Lindsay had a hold of him. Her whole being possessed him as she continued to squeeze down on his member. There wasn't much time.

"You're an angel...you're my angel, Lindsay." Stephen's voice was ragged and his breathing sped up. He knew he was pulling back the trigger on her. "Come for me, Linds. Come around me..." Releasing her hands, he hoarsely declared, "Go over the edge and take me with you."

Lindsay felt her body bloom like a flower. With a satisfied cry of delight, she reached her orgasm. Her body shook as she rode out the waves. Finding his comforting hands with her own, Lindsay held on as Stephen continued to work in and out of her. Her mind was in orbit and she moaned as she peaked again. This time, Stephen was right with her. With a gruff grunt, he spilled inside her. He throbbed deep within her as his own needs short wired his mind. Her hips drove into him of their own accord. Lindsay's body stiffened and then went limp. With one more thrust, Stephen closed his eyes as he emptied his body, mind, and soul into her.

The room seemed frozen in time. The only constant was the wind and rain outside the window. As they lay there, they felt their connection reach out beyond the physical. Stephen's head moved up and down as Lindsay's breathing returned to normal. Looking down at his serene face, Lindsay held him close so she could feel his heartbeat next to hers.

Their eyes met and they grinned at each other. Finally finding his bearings, Stephen rolled off of her to pull the covers over them. Legs and arms were entangled with one another as the lovers held each other again. Placing a gentle peck on the top of her head, Stephen murmured in her hair, "Lindsay?"

Lindsay had tucked her head next to his strong chest and was stroking his belly. "Hm?"

"You blow me away every single time."

She blushed, "I always have good help."

Cinching his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, he chuckled and kissed her on the nose. There was no need to explain any further. But that was okay. The warm body that lay next to him wasn't just anybody. She was a fully realized woman. Whether she knew it or not, he wanted her warts and all.

And as Lindsay lay there, cocooned into the warm and comfy bed, it dawned on her that this is exactly where she wanted to be. Stephen's energy fed into her mellow personality. And deep down inside, she knew she would never have to face anything on her own. Even at a distance, Stephen had a hold of her heart.

"Penny for your thoughts," Stephen asked.

Lindsay blinked and realized that she had been lost in thought. "Oh, nothing special."

"That didn't look like 'nothing special.' What is it?"

"Well..." Lindsay propped herself up on an elbow. "I was wondering how long your offer was good for."

"What offer?"

Rolling him onto his back, Lindsay climbed back on top. "You know...the hours and hours of sweet lovemaking you touted back there?"

Raising an eyebrow, Stephen said, "Are you saying I go back on my word, young lady?"

"Oh, no. I'm just wondering if you have the stamina." Lindsay tickled his chest with her fingers and Stephen grabbed at them.

"Stamina? You're questioning my stamina?" They laughed hard as another little scrap ensued. "I'll have you know that I can outlast you any day, woman." Finally gaining control, Stephen managed to lift her off of him and back onto the bed.

Faking a struggle, only to be subdued by a long, drawn out kiss, Lindsay took a deep breath. "I guess you'll have to prove it."

Grinning Stephen challenged, "Well...you have all day to find out."