You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
Cause I'm hot, (say what), sticky sweet
From my head, (my head) to my feet
Do you take sugar? One lump or two?

Pour Some Sugar On Me – Def Leppard

Covered by Emm Gryner

 

A fantasy…

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He wasn’t sure what woke him up, perhaps it was the sensation next to him. Back and forth he moved his hand, feeling for her, but all he could feel was the cold satin sheets. It wasn’t so much the sensation that woke him from his sleep than as much as it was the lack of sensation. He was used to the warmth of her and fruitlessly searched for it, finding only empty cold space. Still in the haze of sleep, he pulled his head from the pillow and looked around. Perhaps she just stepped away from the bed for a few minutes he thought to himself. Maybe she was in the bathroom? His eyes fell to the bottom edge of the bathroom door, yet there was no glow from any light. Sighing, his head fell back into the pillow.

For two minutes his eyes were closed. For him though it seemed closer to two hours. With no patience, he tried to wait for her, but her not being next to him was very troubling. Rolling over, he sighed once more and grabbed her pillow, inhaling her sweet fragrance. Frustrated, he sat up in bed and pulled his legs out from under the sheets and set them on the floor below. Slowly he counted to himself and hoped when he reached ten, that she would be there. She wasn’t. He could wait no longer and pulled himself out of bed and shuffled out of the bedroom to look for her, half expecting to see her snacking in the kitchen.

Around the corner he could see something flickering light against the wall of the hallway. There was no color to the light cast against the wall, it was simply black and white. The light itself seemed soft in it’s glow and the black and white seemed to flow in the wall like water. Softly he stepped from the hallway, not wanting his walking to be heard. He could see the television was on, an old black and white movie playing. On the couch he could see her, or the top of her head at least.

“So there you are.” He softly said.

She peered over the couch, “I’m sorry.” she said apologetically. “Was the T.V. too loud?”

“No.”, he shook his head as he came toward the couch, “I just missed you next to me.” He said smiling.

She smiled back, “I just couldn’t sleep for some reason.” Then shrugged, “So rather than wake you, I came out here.”

Her legs were tucked under herself and her knees pointed to the sides. A black chemise, with one strap about to fall off her shoulders covered her tanned, tall athletic body like silk. Her long, dark hair spilled over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. In the dark, her pupils were large mixing with her dark eyes making them seem like oily black pearls. On the low table in front of the couch sat a glass of milk and several cookies.

“Grabbed yourself a snack too, huh?”

Grinning, she nodded her head up and down grunting “uh huh” through closed lips.
He sat down next to her, laying his head down on her shoulder. “Then I’ll just have to stay out her with you.”

“It’s an old fashioned romance.” she whispered, “You wouldn’t like it.”

He looked at her puzzled, “Now why would you say that?”

“Because…” she giggled, “you’re a man.”

“I can appreciate romance.” He said frowning.

“Men are unable to like romances,” she smiled, “it’s against their nature.”

Grunting he reached towards the cookies, “I’ll just enjoy these instead.”

She laughed as his hand came up well short from the cookies. He strained and stretched once more, still unable to reach the cookies. Frustrated, he sadly moaned.

“Poor baby.” She said, running her fingers through his hair.

He slid his head from her shoulder to her lap. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed her combing his hair with her finger. Pulling her knees out from under her chemise, she gently guided his head into her lap and straightened her legs across from the couch to the table. Her unpainted toes wiggled as she stretched her legs. Softly moaning approvingly at her touch, he let his eyes open and wander down the length of her legs.

She held a cookie above his lips, “If you’re nice, “she said, “I’ll share.”

“I’ll be a good boy.”, he said, nodding and smiling.

“Promise?” she asked pulling the cookie higher away from his lips.

“Promise.” He said, then holding his mouth wide open.

The cookie came lower to his lips and playfully he took a bite from it. In her fingers the cookie split into several pieces sending small crumbs rolling down the side of his face. They both giggled and he tried to enjoy the one bite of the cookie in his mouth, the rest scattered across his face and her lap. Lowering her face to his, she pressed her lips to his forehead. Smiling, he pulled himself up just slightly and touch-kissed her nose. Gently he rolled over in her lap, to watch the movie with her. Seconds later she felt the warmth of his breath on top of her thighs. Then she felt the warmth of his hands resting on her left thigh. At first his breath sent a small chill up her spine. His continued warm breathing on the lap between her legs then sent a tingling sensation all over her body. His hands on her soothed and excited her at the same time. She tried her best not to stir him as she rubbed her legs together. It was then she brought her lips down to his ear and kept them there.

Her wet lips gently shocked him, but her warm breath in his ear sent a wave of heat through his whole body. Moaning, he breathed heavily between her thighs once more as she raised her left leg so slightly, he pressed his lips against the flesh of her leg. Pulling her upper body over him, she wrapped her arms around his head. Like a small curtain her hair fell over him. Again her lips pressed against his ear, but this time the most fragile moan escaped her lips into his ear.

The sound aroused him even more. He didn’t know why, it just did. It was simple. A small, soft, and short moan as his lips touched her thigh. A reflex from her, of his touch. One could almost describe it as a sound made from pain. It wasn’t harsh or shrill though. In fact, it floated. Like a feather in the wind, or better yet… a blown kiss. Her moan floated in the air. Best of all, it was unique to her. It was a sound he had never heard from another woman. More than anything else, not only was the moan hers….above all else it was honest.

Another wave of warmth flushed over him and his mind swam with emotion and feeling. He wasn’t thinking, but was responding. The soft skin of her thigh was sucked up into his lips and he found his whole body soon turning over, the flat of his stomach on the couch and his face now in her lap.

He breathed heavily again, directly on the center of her body – on her lap, just above her thighs. His breath on her was like a fire. Her whole body began to warm, it flushed over… she glowed red and pink. Her cheeks were in a full blush. Another soft moan came from her lips as her body leaned back against the cushions of the couch. She placed the flat of her right foot against the table, then parted her thighs. One hand was at rest on the back of his head, the other took a hold of her chemise and began to slowly pull it over her stomach.

Until that second his eyes were closed, his sense of touch guiding him. He didn’t want his eyes to mislead him, to take him to another part of her body. It mattered not what part of her body he kissed, so long as it was her body. When he did, he heard her moan again and felt her whole body move under him. He could feel her hand on the back of his head. Something that felt like, wool or cotton brushed against the side of his face. More movement. The softest push was in her hand and he obeyed, eyes still closed. His head came down again and he readied his lips and pressed them down against her. The warmth he felt against his face, the warmth even more so against his lips. Again she moaned and as he slowly pulled his lips away, the hand on the back of his head lifted. Ever so gently her fingertips touched his cheek, just barely. Her eyes were still gingerly closed and she ran her fingertips from his cheek, back to his hair.

It was when he felt an ever so slight bit of cool air to the left side of his face that he again sensed movement. Beneath him, his lips was still a warmth. It was as if something to his left opened or pulled away. On his right side, he felt more bodily warmth. When he felt her fingers again in his hair, he opened his eyes. By the flickering light of the television, directly beneath him, he saw her waist and thighs. A simple silky pair of t-back panties were all that was under her chemise. He was excited to see her low waist, high thigh cut silky panties and was pleased. The light seemed to curve and swirl around her stomach, her bellybutton being the only definitive black. It was there he saw her hand above her stomach, fingers and palm flat against it, her heel of her hand, holding back the chemise.

Not sure why. He pulled his face away from her midsection. Closer, he came to her fingers. Across the top of her hand he kissed her, supporting himself on his elbow. He didn’t stop there though. His lips dotted kisses down her hand. Nor did he stop there. When his lips came to her fingertips, he kissed them. Then he opened his lips, sucked upon her fingertips… touching the very tip with his tongue. Another soft moan and she pulled her hand an inch higher from her stomach and closer to her chest… pulling her chemise up at the same time.

With a grin, his lips pecked and kissed her stomach, moving up to her hand. Within several small kisses up her stomach his lips had once again reached her fingertips. Coyly she had pulled her hand up even higher. The chemise rested just below her breasts. Still, he followed, dotting more kisses up her smooth belly. Again she pulled her chemise up, the chemise just barely covering her nipples. He could see the darker areas that surrounded her nipples under the fabric’s shade. Her small perky breasts held the chemise and the light shone in crescents off the curved, softer undersides of her breasts.

She pulled her hand back, yet only an inch or so. The chemise still covered her nipples, yet the chemise was pulled back in the center, exposing the supple flesh between her breasts. He pulled his lips up just half an inch and placed one kiss, then anther between her breasts. He looked up, his lips still pressed against her skin. Her eyes were still closed, yet he saw the expectation on her face… she was softly biting her bottom lip. He didn’t want to touch her there… yet. He opened his lips and rather than kiss the soft skin between her breasts, he gently touched the tip of his tongue to her. With his touch, her stomach tightened, she suddenly sucked in a gulp of air. Then he began to slowly pull his tongue, still just barely touching her lightly down from between her breasts. The feeling of his tongue both excited and tickled her. Both her hands clutched at the couch as she did her best not to squirm. She tried to say something, but her mouth just stayed open, the words unable to come as his tongue continued to drag down to her bellybutton.

It was there at her bellybutton that he stopped and pulled his tongue back into his mouth and pressed his lips against her. Still gripping the couch, she wouldn’t let go in fear, no… in hopeful anticipation that he would do something like that again to her. Stopping for a few seconds, he watched her and hoped she was feeling as electrical inside as she looked to be on the outside. To him it seemed as if her body wouldn’t stop moving. Something on her would twitch, muscle would strain, or an eyelash would flutter. He brought one hand to her stomach and rested it there. His hand on the soft curve of her stomach felt so right. Her eyes opened and her gaze met his, they sparkled. Her breathing began to slow and his hand slowly began to massage her stomach. It was small, but still had some curvature. In a large circular motion he rubbed her stomach, clockwise at first. Switching to his left hand, he then began to rub her stomach the other way.

On her stomach he could still see a few very small cookie crumbs from when she tried to feed him earlier. Placing both hands on the side of her stomach, he leaned forward and tapped the tip of his tongue against her stomach, picking up one tiny crumb. Closing his lips, he sucked another crumb off her belly.

She brought her hands down slowly over his. Her fingers threaded trough his and she slowly began to bring them up from the side of her stomach to cover her bellybutton. He searched for her eyes and looked straight into them.

“Show me how you want to be touched.” he said, letting his hands go limp.

She took his hands and slowly brought them up her body. Every inch higher, he pulled himself up so his lips could reach hers. Around the edge, the side of her breasts she guided hi hands. Cupping her hands, she cupped his and pressed them up against her sides. Her thumbs began to spread open, spreading his. Their eyes were so close, their breath upon each other. Neither kissed each other first. Their eyes closed and they kissed each other at the same time.

There was nothing overly sexual about the kiss at first, it was sweet and tender. Her lips were only partially open, his were closed. Against the corner of his lips, she pressed hers. He followed her lips, gently kissing her. Then to the corner of her mouth he kissed her. He kissed her cheek. Moaning she rubbed her legs together, pointing her chin up, revealing her neck. He needed no other sign and followed her lead, against her neck, softly he pressed his lips. Another moan escaped from her as his lips raised to just below her ear. His lips opened and he gently sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Against her ear he pressed his lips once more. She moaned again and turned her face to his pressing her lips to his.

“Open your lips.” She told him.

He obeyed and parted his lips and felt her warm breath. Closing his eyes he then felt her tongue, but not against his tongue. The sensation was like velvet to him when her tongue touched his lips, just his lips. Smooth, soft, and wet… her tongue traced the under part of his upper lip. She sent shudders through his body with what she did to him. When the tip of her tongue, the soft underside, began to run along his bottom lip… his body actually got the shivers. He didn’t know how long he could hold out, how long he could let her do this to him.

By the time her tongue went to his upper lip and then back down to his lower lip once again… he could take no more. He had to respond to her. He enjoyed what she was doing to him, but she was stirring the passion inside him. The frustration of not being able to kiss her back was driving him crazy. He didn’t want to stop her from what she was doing to him though. He could take no more though. When she pulled her tongue from his bottom lip, to continue… he leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping his tongue around hers. He just, he let himself go. He let his desire for her release him and just kissed her the way his body told him to.

She didn’t fight him, that was the whole idea of what she was doing and why. Her hope was for him to lose control and kiss her like that, passionately. She then took her thumbs, moved his, so they were over her nipples. The combined feeling of his kiss and his touch on her breasts sent tingles through her body. Her whole body flushed with excitement, her nipples stiffening under his thumbs and the warmth from the center of her body was blazing sending sensations to the rest of her body.

Her hands pulled her chemise up over her breasts and his lips went from her mouth, to her neck. Her head fell to the side and his kisses showered down her neck. Where her neck met her shoulders his tongue came out and went across the top of breasts and to where his thumbs were. His lips closed around her nipple and his tongue gently flicked against the very tip of it. Her hands left his, then began to run through his hair. He shifted his whole body and lowered himself to the floor, placing himself on his knees before her… slowly pulling his lips from her breasts.

Pulling one leg closer to himself, on the couch and then back onto the table, on the other side of him… she had him straddled between her. Her knee was still bent and before she lowered it, he rubbed his face against it… his cheek against the soft and smooth skin of her thigh. A kiss against the inside of her thigh and she moaned again. Both legs were across the table, with him on the floor between her and she, laying back against the couch. His right hand caressed her legs, the right leg almost over his shoulder.

He leaned forward, his lips pressing against her bellybutton, slowly began moving down her waist. His face lowered, and he felt the warmth from beneath her white cotton panties. The waist of her panties were elastic, with simple lace. Along the lace, he traced her stomach with his tongue. She moaned, her stomach starting to quiver and a moisture building from her warmth. Her left leg rose, resting on his shoulders, her toes pointing, her foot straight. Placing his right hand under her knee, he raised her leg and held it up… moving his lips down her waist, across the inside of her thigh.

Between her inside thigh and her crotch he softly kissed her, then ran his tongue along the panty line of her leg. His lips opened and gently sucked in the supple and tender flesh not often touched, much less seen. She moaned and shuddered with his caressing kisses on her body. His left hand then came around her right leg, then his fingers reached across, pulling her panties aside and revealing a small patch of curly black hair. Letting her left leg rest on his shoulder again he brought his right hand between her legs and ran his fingers through the mound of her pubic hair. He enjoyed the beauty of her body, especially how she was all natural. Again he ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying her . He heard her moan and looked up at her and saw her biting her own lip once more. His fingers dragged down from her pubic hair, his three middle fingers then ran down the vertical folds of her skin. He was soft and barely wanted to touch here. when he touched her there, he wanted to do so lightly. Arching her back she moaned, steadying herself on her elbows.

Once more he ran his fingers through her hairy mound. Again his fingers ran down the flaps of her skin… he enjoyed how warm she was and how her private body parts felt like wet silk underneath his fingertips. At the warmest, pinkest, moistest part of her, his fingertips stopped. He leaned forward, opening his lips just above where his fingers had been… the very opening of the split of her folds. It was when his mouth was on her, his tongue teasing the flowering bud inside her that he took his finger and slowly inserted it inside her. Her legs suddenly wrapped around his head, a gasp coming from her mouth, her eyes wide with excitement and her body exploding with sensation causing her to become dizzy.

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For two minutes his eyes were closed, for him though it seemed closer to two hours. He felt a coolness all over his body then realized that his body was covered in a light sweat. Rolling over, he saw her there, sleeping beside him. It was then he realized that he must have been dreaming and gently kissed her on the forehead to wake her.

“Want to go watch an old fashioned movie, a romance?”, he asked.

“She looked at him puzzled by his sudden urge, “Now? But you don’t like romances.”

“Sure I do.” He said, “We can even snuggle on the couch.”

She pulled herself from bed. “Then I’m going to get the milk and cookies.” She said as he smiled.