Snowstorm

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Snowstorm
Part Five


I'm not sure how long it was that I lay there. The weight of his arm draped across my hip, his breath warm against the back of my neck. I could hear the music in the other room, low but there, so subtle. I must have slept for I woke suddenly, moving in my sleep and felt his arousal digging into my back. A soft groan escaped his mouth and I felt as well as heard the gentle intake of air near my ear.

"Alan?" I asked, fearing that he'd move away from me if he knew I was awake and could feel his desire, but loath to keep silent, "Are you awake?" I turned over as I said this and the shift in our bodies brought him right up against my hip, hard and ready through the material of the comfortable and casual sweats he'd been wearing when I'd ventured out of the bedroom earlier. "Alan...?"

"I'm awake, Beth..." he said, so low I almost didn't hear him, "I...don't think this was such a good idea..."

Instead of answering him or allowing myself any further doubts, I lifted myself upwards, leaned over him and cupped his face between my hands, "I don't care about that right now..." I said, and I really didn't. Did this make me a horrible person? To be seducing a man who was not only twice my age but practically married as well? In the recent light of the deaths of two loved ones? I don't know. Perhaps. Perhaps I was just needing something...something I couldn't find anywhere else at that moment. All I knew was that I ached to feel his lips beneath my own.

I pressed my mouth down upon his, sliding my tongue across the contours of his mouth, tasting everywhere... I moaned softly against him when I felt, as last, his response to my actions. He tasted like...like...the noodles we'd eaten earlier... I smiled to myself, with an underlying hint of something more...musky...masculine. I crushed my lips against his with a passion that was nearly a fury in its intensity. I couldn't seem to get enough.

"God...Beth..." Alan breathed as our kiss ended, although reluctantly by me, "What are we...what am I doing...?"

"You're helping me..." I said, raining butterfly kisses across his brow, upon each lid of his eyes, upon his cheeks and the corners of his mouth, "It's only for one night, Alan...Please, help me..."

"I...this...this...isn't..." he was about to say, this isn't right. I knew. I knew and I hated myself at that moment. But, I couldn't stop. No, for to stop would have made me crueler than if I'd ever even began. "Dammit...I won't be able to stop myself, Beth...."

"You don't have to...please..." I whispered, pleading, as my hand drifted downwards to brush against the physical acknowledgment of my words, "Just for tonight...I won't ask for anything...ever...from you...I need this...I need you..."

This time it wasn't me that began the kiss. Fingers entwined within the tangles of my hair drew my face downwards until our noses brushed, I turned my face aside and he lifted his mouth to mine.

I felt one of his hands caressing my backside, slipping beneath the hem of the sweatshirt. He ran his knuckles up my spine and down causing me to writhe as he pressed the palm of his hand to the small of my back against him. I sat up and saw that there would be no more refusals from his mouth.

His eyes, the hazel shade a touch more green than brown, gazed up at me as I drew my leg over his hip and straddled him. His hands were beneath the sweatshirt I was wearing, tender upon the heat of my skin, my salmon-tipped nipples coming to life at the merest brush of the pads of his fingers against the sides of my breasts.

I raised my arms and shrugged out of the sweatshirt. I was clad in nothing now, but a pair of plain cotton panties. Nothing fancy. I was never one to go for looks where comfort was concerned.

It took only a moment to rid him of his clothing.

A moment after which I wasted no time in putting my hands and mouth to work. I licked and tasted my way downwards, savoring every inch of his body as he lay, one hand touching my head, driving his fingers through my hair, the other running up and down my arm and then cupping a breast, squeezing, making my breath come out in strangled gulps of air.

I could hear his own labored breathing and soft moans of pleasure as I traveled the length of his torso, pausing to flick my tongue about first one nipple, drawing up the tiny bud and sucking it into rigid life while stroking my hands across it's twin.

I could feel his heart speed up beneath the palm of my hand. Oh, I wanted so much from him. So much and so little. Only one night, I promised myself. One night. I had promised him. One night to drive away all the pain...all the horror of what I had to face once this storm had abated. I really could not say, just then, if I was referring to the storm without or the storm within.

"Beth..." Alan breathed my name on the wings of a sigh and the sound was pure bliss to my ears. I knew I wanted to hear him say my name in such a manner again...and again. I had ventured further downwards, running my hands across his chest, down his stomach, trailing behind with my mouth and eager, tasting tongue, eagerly placing kisses across his stomach until I reached the waistband of the only article of clothing he currently still had on.

A pair of dark blue cotton boxers. Tugging at the waistband with my teeth, I glanced up and saw his enraptured expression. His eyes partly closed, mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure. His fingers were still playing with my hair as I felt his hardness through the fabric of his shorts. He jerked instinctively towards me as my hand cupped his fabric-covered member.

"Beth...please...would you...?" he spoke so quietly, so sweetly and gently, distinguished London accent made husky with desire. How could I refuse those eyes which gazed down upon me in gentlemanly yearning?

After I had hasted to remove the obstacle from my path, I decided to take my time. The record spun on and on in the living room, it's music drifting in to wrap about us as I leaned down and traced the head of his arousal with the tip of my tongue.

I heard his low-pitched murmur of a groan and wrapped my hand about the base of his erection, sucking more of him into my mouth, slicking him with my tongue in little, back and forth flicks as I worked my way downwards slowly and then back up, enjoying him more and more with every pass of my tongue across the heat and salty-musky taste and scent of his flesh.

I heard him say my name, labored raspy beneath the air of his breath, once, as he guided me in the way to move which would bring him the most pleasure. "Oh, God, Beth...sweet, sweet Beth...Don't stop..."

Of course, I had no intention of ceasing. Even when he was almost there, and I could tell by the way his soft cries and moans quickened to match the pace of his breathing and the racing of his heart, which I could feel a pulse beating steadily within his hardness.

I had no intention of stopping. When I had mentioned, earlier, that I had wanted to taste every inch of him, I meant it. Every inch. Every part. Everything.

I felt him attempting to pull my face away, for it wasn't very polite to orgasm in your partner's mouth if you haven't discussed it beforehand. But, I refused to budge, still working his shaft with my mouth, slipping my tongue across and up and down his member, sucking first hard and then soft, and adjusting my actions to suit the wordless cues he gave me.

"Oh, god...move away, Beth...please...now...I can't..."

Even as the words fell, trembling, from his lips, I knew it was too late. I felt him jerk and stiffen with a low, long drawn-out cry and my mouth was coated with his seed. Sticky and tasting of something extremely salty. I made a swift decision and, knowing I'd more than likely be sick later, swallowed it down.

As he clenched a handful of my hair within his fist I lapped the last droplets from him, relishing in the delightful sounds I heard issuing from his own mouth as I finished milking the last of his climax and cleaned him with both my tongue and my fingers.

When I finally decided to release him, I sat up, scooted upwards until was placed perfectly against his now flaccid member and licked my fingers, slowly, one by one, clean. All the while, I kept my eyes focused upon his face, catching and holding his own, sated gaze.

"I hope you don't think we're done." I said, leaning down, my breasts flatted against his chest, and finding his mouth, quickly, with my own. I wondered that he could taste himself upon my tongue...

"You're...going to have to..." he panted, once I'd allowed him time to breath by removing my lips from his, "...allow me a bit of time to...recover, first, Beth...."

"Of course," I said, rolling off of him and back to the other side of the bed. I flung my leg over his thighs and rested my cheek upon his chest, feeling his heart beating against my ear as I reached up to smooth the sweat-dampened hair from his brow and closed my eyes, "Just don't take too long...I don't know just how long I can wait..."

I lifted my head to place a kiss upon the side of his neck, drawing in and nibbling upon his earlobe, swirling the tip of my tongue with the recesses of his ear and feeling him shudder beneath me.

"If you keep that up," he said with a touch of his familiar humor, "You won't have long to wait..." Of course, I kept it up. What would you have done?