More Than Molecules (CH21 pt 2)

 *** MORE  THAN  MOLECULES***(pt2)

🏩 With the covers on the bed peeled back, Saskia then stood by the bedroom window. The neon signage from the department store across the road threw a blue aura over her outline, as she vacantly focused on street-traffic in motion; breathing easier once she heard the click of the door shutting. He dimmed the light and she heard the flapping sounds of him undressing.  

   Feeling his presence close in behind her, she shivered delightfully as his hands rested on her shoulders. Shrugging up, she crossed her arms and slid her hands up to grasp his. She couldn't speak, just closed her eyes for a few moments, caressing his long, gnarled fingers, and when she did find her tongue, she put forth a jape. Well, what kind of words are spoken before such consanguine iniquity anyhow?

   'You'd better not have socks or boxers still on... '

   'Oi!' He riposted by giving her a quick playful dig in the side from which she buckled, then swung round to face him. The light at its lowest power, filled the room enough to yet make out his features; the slight bump of his nose, his padded bottom lip, the glint in his eyes and the creases around them. Gently she picked at some wisps that had dropped from his hairline, but was stopped by the sudden motion of him pulling off her night slip, casting it to the floor.

   'This is madness,' he said, though fire raged in his belly. 'Sure you want this?'

   She answered his question not by yes or no, but with, 'You've no idea how deeply I love you.'

   Standing there with his petite, naked emblem, he answered, irrevocably, 'Yes I do.' 

   And hadn't it just shown?

With his hands on her hipbones, he backed her up until her calves touched the edge of the bed where they both sat down facing one another. Saskia leaned in to kiss him once, then shuffled herself over near the middle, laying her head on a pillow. Outstretching a hand, bidding him to join her, he - with no thought now to fear or consequence - sleekly crept along until he was directly above, looking down at her; a blue glow outlining them down their right side. 

   Her hand reached and curved round the nape of his neck to draw him down to her lips, releasing a heavy groan when she felt on her inner thighs that he was hard already; surreal confirmation that this was really happening.  

   Salacious kisses skyrocketed her passion as fingers swept over his back - resisting the want to glide a hand down her belly and grasp him. Instead, she held him by the rump to keep him there. But just as her murmuring and sighs were mounting, he slid off her body and onto his side.

  The fear that he was about to abandon the bed was quelled as light fingertips started skimming between her breasts and downwards. She made beautiful viewing - as structurally perfect as a female could be. But his stroking swept lightly away before fingers made any deep intimate contact. Her groans in protestation to this, and his instinctual prudence, had him finding her lips again, his hand drifting down her thigh in slow curved strokes. This time it slid back up, finding and twisting his fingers in the elastic of her briefs, but she had no patience for any explorative pissing-about and readily raised her knees to help slip them off.  It was more than blissful to feel his weight upon her again, and it took hardly any caressing before moans increased, turning to intangible whispers in desperation to be penetrated. Though but a few minutes had passed, the overall need had felt long enough .  'Please... ' she urged. 

    Looking down on his little creation, begging to be violated, it didn't feel like the sin of the century was about to be committed as he scooped an arm under her to pull her groin towards his and pushed himself inside. The contact caused her fingers to scrunch up the sheet at her sides, arching her back as she inhaled deeply, then gasped out loud in sheer relief when he started to take slow and precise movements, propping himself up with a flat hand either side of her head to deepen the sensation.

  Increasing rhythm soon brought about heavy gasps to her own rocking, gyrating hips that doubled the euphoria and he dropped his body on to hers, his breathing now coming in fast and furious bursts. Then, with a swift forward movement, he grabbed her behind each knee and bore down hard, groaning as his orgasm hurled.

  There. Now she had won her inner battle and, at last, gained herself that hard-earnt and momentous end result.

Neil withdrew from her, flopping onto his back, reaching out to cosy her to him. With that pretty little head resting on the rise and fall of his chest, he stroked her hair but had become fairly quiet. 

    'Are you okay?' she asked him in a concerned whisper.

    'Aye... ' he says in his native accent; usually used to confirm anything she may doubt. 'You?'

    'Me, what?'

    'I'm asking if you're okay back?'

    'Did the last few minutes not happen to you, then?' she says in an are you kidding me tone. 'I'm more than okay, I'm in Wonderland.'

   He took a few seconds to digest her unexpected reply. 'Where, what..?' he mused, 'I've heard it called a few things before, but never that...  it's not even a real place!'

   'Neither's Cloud number 9, or over the moon, but I'm making my way there next... you could come too if you like, there's plenty room.'

   'Oh, is there, now?' That was it. She was off... off to La-La Saskia-analogy Land.

   'And you can travel for free.'

   'Is that because I'm a raptor and exempt, perhaps?' He knew the teasing operation of her mind quite well now.

   'What! The thought never crossed my mind... bloody wish it had though.'

   As they buzzed and radiated in after-sex happy and gibberish talk, it didn't seem as if anyone had just entered into something that was morally and lawfully repugnant. Neil lay there, dry and content in this outré afterglow with its dark cloud of taboo raining down. But anywhere - real or fictional - he knew he'd never go to the ends of the earth without her now.

   'My God, girl, can't you at least wait till morning to do my head in?' 

  Once the jesting settled down, tiredness was taking over in lengthier silences. She pulled from him and sat up. 'You really are okay, aren't you?' she asked, seeking this particular affirmation once more.

   He smiled up at her, tired but content. 'C'mere,' he said, snuggling her back down and placing his chin on the top of her head. With a couple of reassuring, light-hearted quick-squashes, he told her without contrition,

   'Of course, I'm okay. I always am with you.' 

   Saskia prayed that he really meant that. 'Promise me there won't be any regrets in the morning?'

   He sighed. 'In case you weren't aware, it's more or less morning now.'

   'Yeah, but I mean in the real morning.' 

   'I know what you mean. Stop fretting. We're okay.'

   This night had been the result she'd hankered after for so long, and the wet from his sperm felt under her bum was her little patch of victory. She'd do anything to keep it this way. Anything.

    Both now struggling to keep their eyes open. 'Will it scare you?'' she asked sleepily, hanging on yet to this earlier comment in the kitchenette; her gambit to continued happiness.  
    'Will what scare me?' 
    'Becoming my lover.' 

    He was too tired to vision what lay ahead, but not for one moment did Neil think that this wouldn't happen again. But she would have to continue taking the leading role, and any corporeal moves would solely be in deference to her wishes. It had been fairly easy casting out the wrongs, or any what-ifs, but right now he was simply revelling in just having her in his arms. He had been snared, embroiled and irredeemably not caring about the outside world, only this room and its indecorous succulence.

    'You're practically my life now, Saskia, every aspect of it.'

    That was as good an answer as she needed. 'I can't believe I was really going to leave and never see you again... ' she whispered, afraid to listen to the words said aloud.
    His grip around her tightened, crushing every last thought of losing her to the bone. If in his bed was the way to keep her in his life, then the world and its damnatory assessments could go take a fuck to itself. She was right... this was theirs and no-one else's.

The stupid, stupid man.    

                                                                   
end of **MORE THAN MOLECULES** (pt2)

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