2 comments/ 17524 views/ 2 favorites Undoing By: keuthomenon I'm surprised when he stops me at the door – hand on my shoulder, a trembling thumb rubbing the nape of my neck – I turn around and the force of his kiss almost takes my breath away and for a moment, I'm still too caught up in my head, contemplating our height difference, worrying about his back bent irregularly, wondering about how I taste, and feel and and – Then my thoughts fold and fall away, and I finally lose myself in him. To be honest, I knew that was always a danger – losing myself. I sort of knew that he would always have that power over me. It was something that coiled in my belly as a warning the very first day I laid eyes on him: He will be my undoing. In a haze of feeling, I mirror his hand, placing it on his neck and caressing the taut skin beneath the soft ponytail that hangs there. I think part of me is trying to make sure this isn't just a dream, trying to make sure my fingers don't just push through him like a ghost, the same fingers which always ached over how untouchable and unreachable he'd always seemed to me. But then I smile against his mouth when I feel the warmth of his skin there, reiterating the reality of the situation, and he smiles too, and coos a bit, and my heart begins to race to a dizzying speed with my own giddiness. "I've given up on holding back," he whispers his confession as he stops for breath, his words almost moans, hanging heavily between us before his lips come crashing against mine again. I feel a bit ashamed for the rush of relief I feel at this, but then become quickly distracted by the soft flicker of his tongue against mine, sending quick surges of electricity right through me, causing the white-hot fire of arousal to pool between my legs with its emergent, needy throbbing. (Beneath it all, I can feel the depth of our connection sparking between us, changing its shape and nature, yes, but I still revel in it as it undulates around and within us, drawing us deeper and closer together.) We move slowly in concert, attempting to navigate through the living room to make our way backward to his couch. It is slightly awkward, of course, and the two of us nearly trip and stumble along the way, but soon we arrive and he's falling backward onto the cushions and I am right there with him, straddling his lap, our passionate kiss resumed. To be honest, part of me doesn't know what to do, worried that if I misstep in some arcane way, that the moment between will end just as quickly as it started, fading back into the realm of fantasy. So, I ease back and let him take the lead, and try my best to simply focus instead on the journey he's pulling me through. It feels nice, actually, giving myself over to him, to this, and I find myself almost purring as his hands run up and down the length of my back and his hips lift to press his growing arousal against me. I've never been good at giving up control, truth be told, but even though it feels dangerous right now, it just also feels so right. He flips me to his side to lie on his couch beside him and the warmth of his body stretches over mine, his breath heating my neck as he moves his kisses there. "I want you," he whispers, pressing the words against the hot flesh beneath his kisses. I can feel that he's almost trembling and I wonder for a brief moment if he's as nervous about the situation as I am. "I'm all yours," I reply with a laugh, cringing at how trite it sounds, but finding that better – sexier -- words seem too far beyond my grasp. He pushes my shirt up and quickly pulls it off me, and for a moment I feel a bit cold with the rush of air on my skin, until he is there again, kissing me, kissing my skin in a hot, lingering trail around my breasts and slowly down my belly. My skirt is discarded as quickly as my shirt was, despite the slight bit of obstruction of tangled limbs, and soon his heated breath is burning against the moistened crotch of my panties and his warm hands are delicately spreading my legs apart. He eases down to his knees on the floor and leans down to nip and kiss lightly on my inner thighs. He'd always warned me he was a tease, so I hold my breath a bit, wondering how long he's going to drag things out between us. It's difficult at first, of course, my desire for him, so long denied, pushing me toward wanting everything now, wanting everything to move faster and harder, just letting ourselves get consumed in passion. Still, I know, deep down, along with being a tease, he seems to also be a patient man, so my reprieve will not be so easily earned. The curl of his tongue against the silk of my panties draws my attention back and I do my best to resist shoving my fingers into his hair to hold his mouth there. My clit, hard and bent beneath the fabric, begs for his touch, begs to be pleasured by him. It feels like ages before he finally hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties to tug them down my legs, ages of kissing and nipping around my thighs and belly, teasing and teasing me with the occasional, fleeting touch between my legs before moving back on to the other surrounding curves and angles of flesh and bone. The gooseflesh has spread quickly upon my skin and I can barely keep my legs from shaking by this point. It's partially from the cold of the room, of course, but as easy as it is to pretend that is the only reason, I know that my aching arousal for him is also contributing to that state – And I'm sure he knows it too. Any cold that I feel, though, is quickly quelled by the sweet heat of his tongue swiping against me again, this time between my legs, this time finally with no fabric between. His nose pushes against me, as he quickly buries his face there, hungry and moaning against intimate flesh, possibly wanting to keep holding back himself, to keep drawing out the teasing, but seeming to lose himself to his own desire instead. It's then that I'm completely lost to the sensation of it all, lost to the little experimental licks and sucking he uses to toy with me until he finally has me so unwound that soon I'm coming against him, calling out – moans, grunts, words, his name, I don't even know – and losing myself to the shock of pleasure rolling through me again and again in exquisite pulses against his greedy lips. There is no reprieve in this satisfaction, though, no rest to the tension that has left an ache in my trembling limbs, because he keeps at it, keeps pleasuring me through my orgasm, just like he warned me he liked to do that one night, outside that quiet café months before. I almost want to push his head away, push it away as much as I want to draw him closer. It is almost too-too much. I am breathless, reeling, lost in the sensation until I gasp again, my body arching, as more waves of climax crash into me – again and again and again – And finally he slows his kisses, moving his mouth to settle on my thigh to pepper it with a light press of his lips. I feel the grin against my skin before I see it and while it might seem a bit incongruous, seeing such a self-satisfied smirk hanging on his oft-self-deprecating demeanor, I embrace it, because, really, he deserves it, deserves to revel and feel the proud elation of what he's done to me. "You're an evil man," I coo, still coming to amidst my haze of bliss, as he shifts to move atop me again, settling over me. "I'm not done yet." As we kiss again, we work to divest him of his own clothes, adding them to the growing pile on the floor. He retrieves the condom stashed in his wallet and as he leans back on his knees, I can't resist watching as he slowly unrolls the latex down his shaft. It's the first time I'm able to fully look on him, nude and hard before me. As cliché as it feels, my heart nearly skips a beat at his beauty and I find I only want him even more intensely. I wrap my leg around him, drawing him down, and he smiles as he moves closer to me with the momentum, settling just above me with elbows on either side of me and his long legs between mine. I can already feel his hardness lightly brushing up against me, brushing against the wet, heated flesh between my legs, and I can hardly bear waiting for him any longer. Still, I breathe in deeply, calming myself, instead focusing on him when he leans down to kiss me and then again when he finally shifts a little to ever-so-slowly guide himself inside me. We both groan at the penetration and pause to revel in how good it feels. He's pressed as deeply as he can go now, his hips pressed tightly against the undersides of thighs, and he caresses my legs, helping to move them to settle in a comfortable position at his sides. He then gives another smile, looking down at me with what almost looks like wonder, and then begins to move slowly against me, drawing himself almost all the way out and then all the way back in. What begins as slow experimental thrusts, soon gives way to harder and faster ones. I think the two of us had wanted to stay at the more languid pace, but desires began to pulse and beg to be satiated and we fell prey to its call. He's holding me to him now, pulling me against him as he moves against me quickly. I delight in the sounds his making, deep primal sounds from deep within him, sounds I wish to mentally record for darkened nights when I'm alone with my own pleasure. He feels unbelievably good inside me, shifting this way and that as he discovers which angles draw out my own loudest moans and groans. I definitely feel lost in it all, lost in the sensations of flesh slapping against flesh, the pleasure mounting between us both, rising and billowing out around us. I love the way he's trembling, surrendering to his own pleasure. And I delight in the pitch of his moans as they get deeper and more clipped as his rutting becomes more and more erratic until finally he's pressing himself as tightly to me as he can, practically howling as the spasms of his climax hit him. Soon his breathing settles, his arched back relaxing as his body weight shifts to being half on me and half at my side. I'm not sure either of us knows what to say, or maybe that's just my own imagining, so I wait for him to speak, still a bit worried about the Spectre of Reality showing its head again and ruining it all. He finally breaks the silence. "That...that was..." "Yes, it was," I finish for him, hoping the dangling adjective was as positive as his tone sounds. He then shifts up on his elbow, using his free hand to caress my cheek. "There's one problem, though." I furrow my brow, the pit of worry growing in my gut, trying my best to read his schooled expression. And failing. Here it comes, I think, bracing myself for the This-Was-A-Mistake speech I'd heard from him in far too many bad dreams. "Problem?" I practically squeak out, my body readying itself to bolt out of there in a second's notice. He leans down to nuzzle my nose, rubbing his against mine, and then leans back, a smile spreading on his face. It's both tender and a bit sly and his eyes twinkle a bit. "You didn't come." "Yeah, well, I never really do. Not during sex, anyway. Ever. But I did at the beginning and that was nice. I mean, really, really nice, and – " He stops my anxious rambling with a kiss. And then, as the kiss finishes, he moves his lips down the column of my neck, down over my breasts, along my belly, until he's shifted back to the floor to settle between my legs. I gasp as he licks me lightly there, his tongue tickling the hardened nub of my clitoris. "Maybe I just want to make you come again," he whispers, more against my flesh than anything, the heated breath from each word making me even more aroused. And then he presses his mouth against me in earnest, pushing his tongue deep inside me as he works to swollen folds there. It's almost too much after everything, but I lay my head back and let myself enjoy it and soon lose all sense of time (again). I can't remember how many times he finally leads me to climax that night, but as I snuggled beside his sleeping body later, now moved to his bed, I knew it didn't really matter in the end. All that mattered was that it had finally happened. Undoing Reggie leaned back against the headboard as she watched Claire get lost in the motions. She raised her hips up slightly as she adjusted, grinning as her friend let out a frustrated moan. Despite their positions, Claire really wasn't completely comfortable letting go in front of anyone. She was straddling Reggie, while Reggie guided the younger woman's hips to a rhythm she couldn't seem to find on her own. Claire's arms were pulled back behind her - not uncomfortably so, but enough that the control she clung to so often was placed off balance. It seemed to be enough for now. Reggie smiled gently as she watched the younger women tilt her head back, eyes closed. She could see the strain in her muscles and tension weighing down on her; it had been a while. Reggie swiveled her hips and watched her friend bite down on her lip, as a groan slipped from her lips. She'd been too guarded and it was time to fix that. She began to grind her friend's hips down a little harder as she lifted her own hips to meet. Claire shivered and gave her a look that was meant as a warning. Reggie being Reggie, however, ignored the warning and found no other resistance when she continued. The song on the radio hit its stride and Reggie casually began to sing along. It was enough to quiet Claire's nerves and the younger woman smiled in response. She dropped her head forward with a blush to her cheeks, but no shame in the action. Claire knew that with Reggie there was no judgment. She had fretted over this until she was quite certain there would be no possible way to screw up their friendship. Reggie reached up and brushed the hair that had fallen onto Claire's face. The gesture itself was almost too soft and Claire sucked in a sharp breath. Reggie dropped her hand cupping the younger woman's cheek briefly, then to her shoulder and finally let it trail down her arm to her hip. Claire began to rock her hips harder on her own accord, trying to find the beat that would make everything else disappear - trying to forget where she was, whom she was with, or that she deserved every tender or honest moment. Frowning, Reggie let her move freely, but she wasn't happy about it. She continued to gently draw circles with her thumbs upon Claire's hips and paced her own thrusts. She moved slow, but strong, offering a bittersweet alternative. Claire swallowed hard and nodded her understanding. She let out several heavy breaths and then began to match movements. Rushing things would only make it worse. This was supposed to be about feeling, not punishment. Claire had so much to work through emotionally and mentally that it was easy to use sex, like everything else, as a way to stay trapped. It was why she had agreed to the proposal despite her own fears. She needed to try something new, but she also needed to feel safe enough to let go. She didn't trust herself, but Reggie... she trusted. Claire let her shoulders drop in defeat. She was tired of needing to be strong, but she still couldn't seem to push herself through to that moment of real vulnerability. Reggie had seen it all: the anger, the sadness, the darkness, the light, and everything in between. Still, something within Claire resisted. She trusted Reggie, it was herself she didn't trust. If she truly opened up in front of someone with nothing protecting her, what would happen? "Stop it," Reggie said, her brow creased in pout. She exhaled a frustrated breath, recognizing the wall for what it was. Readjusting, she sat up a bit so that she could look directly at Claire. Dropping her forehead to her friends, she never broke eye contact. She cupped Claire's cheeks, but didn't push further. She just stayed... safe and stable. It was exactly what Claire needed. The younger woman nuzzled to the side and buried her face against Reggie's neck. Reggie stroked her hair knowingly and wrapped an arm around her. They stayed still, except for their hips, for several moments before Claire nodded against her and sat back up. She was ready and the fire that lit her eyes showed it. She rolled her hips in a way that surprised even Reggie as the toy pushed back against her. Reggie's hands flew to Claire's hips and she guided her to do it again. Claire had seen the hunger and surprise in Reggie's eyes and fed off it. She was ready to surprise her normally unshakable friend. There weren't a lot of things she was confident about, but her ability to please and surprise partners had always amused her. Reggie held on to Claire's hips a little harder for a moment before falling back to the bed and letting the younger woman lead for the moment. They hadn't talked about this and neither was sure where they were going. The whole purpose of it had been to allow Claire to feel and heal. Reggie's pleasure wasn't a factor. Needing to somehow equal the ground, Reggie reached behind Claire and undid her wrists. She nodded with confidence when Claire met her eyes in fear. Continuing to lead the way, Claire leaned forward enough to rest her hands upon Reggie's hips as she rocked against her. It was a constant pushing and tugging between them that happened as naturally as their friendship. Claire began to slow, but it was obvious something was on her mind. She stilled her hips and looked up to meet the other woman's blinking gaze. "Please," Claire whispered, as her hand brushed against the other woman's lower stomach. With a shaky breath, Reggie nodded her consent. She was soon overwhelmed with stimulation as Claire's thumb brushed against her clit. Biting at her lip, she tried to contain her own need and just receive what was being offered. She didn't want Claire to overthink this and feel pressured to show gratitude or however she would warp it with worry. Reggie let her hips rock in response, but she also grabbed Claire's other hand. Bringing soft skin to her lips, she kissed the inside of the girls left wrist- a promise of strength. Her hand went back to Claire's hair, but this time she smiled in response. She leaned into her friend's touch and everything about her softened. "There you are," Reggie said with childlike glee. It was such a relief to see that look upon her friend's features; it had been missing for weeks now. Sitting up, she scooped Claire into her grasp and flipped them. Now on top, she quirked an eyebrow in mirth and tried to look serious. "Ready?" Claire was still laughing, but the question quieted her. She placed both hands on Reggie's cheeks and nodded. "I trust you," she admitted, her tone turning serious once more. She tensed nervously, both excited and fearful. This somehow felt like the moment that there would be no turning back from. Reggie leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Good girl," she murmured. Bracing herself on her arms she pulled back and then slowly thrust her hips against her friends. She was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath from Claire. Pulling back and thrusting in once more, she was pleased to hear her friend let out a throaty groan. She thrust into her slowly but deep several more times before quickening her pace. Claire wrapped her arms around her friends neck, momentarily forgetting how much she disliked being clung to. It didn't matter though. Knowing how emotional this moment was for the younger woman, Reggie wrapped an arm around her friends shoulders, balancing her body weight on one arm. Holding onto her for a moment, their bodies moved against one another completely. The new level of intimacy made them both shudder quietly in surprise. Reggie slid her arm down her friends side until she reached her thigh, tugging gently, she pulled her friends leg up around her own hip. Needing to reclaim some leverage of the situation she began to move faster. Clair let out a small growl in response, but was quickly bucking back against her with just as much fervor. The front door opened and Reggie tilted her head in curiosity. "Honey?" she called into the other room. "Yeah, it's me," Sydney, Reggie's wife, said. Her voice drawing closer to them, as she approached. "How was your day?" she asked entering the bedroom. She was trying to be serious, but her face broke out in a grin when she saw them. "Oh damn, you went through with it." Reggie looked up as she spoke. "Like what you see?" she asked, looking at her wife over her shoulder with her own grin to match. Claire was blushing furiously and trying to position herself under Reggie just right so that she was covered. Sydney came over to them and smiled. She cupped her wife's ass and fondled her for a moment as they kissed. "I know you're enjoying yourself," she said to Reggie as she smacked her ass. Her gaze moved to Claire and she asked, "How about you?" Claire didn't even think she could talk at that point. Her whole body was on edge and having Sydney carrying on a conversation like she wasn't being pounded by her wife in that very moment was just adding to the intensity of it all. She bit her lip and nodded that she was indeed enjoying herself. Showing off, Reggie swiveled her hips causing Claire's eyes to roll back. As she moved, Reggie sat up, bringing Claire's hips up to match the angle. She was completely exposed now and Reggie had all control over their movements. She thrust into her with steadier, but rough gestures. She had more control from this angle and enjoyed watching her wife take in the sight of their friend's naked torso. Grabbing Reggie's wrists, she quickly slipped her own hands around them and held them to her sides. "Don't be shy," she said, giving her a chiding look. Claire blushed, but nodded her consent and beat later Sydney was massaging her breasts with curious but firm touches. Reggie growled low as she watched her wife fondle her friend and she rocked her hips much faster than before. She was grinding herself as hard as she could, trying to get enough friction against herself to really enjoy herself. There was no competition between any of them, but seeing Claire's reaction to her wife's touch brought out her competitive side, not to mention she was just flat out turned on. The thrusts got faster and Reggie managed to wiggle her way back to lying on top of Claire. Sydney laughed at her wife's competitive nature and kissed her gently. "I'm gonna get in the shower, you two have fun," she said. She made her way to the dresser to grab clothes. Claire was barely even aware of anything other than the sensations Reggie was creating within her and she began to shake in expectation. She was so close and now that it was just them against she was practically crawling out of her skin to get as close as possible. She needed Reggie to finish her off. In the meantime, Reggie was close to coming herself. She and her wife were not new to threesomes, but she'd never been with someone on her own while they were together. It was exhilarating in it's own right. She had felt protective of Claire since they'd first met and she had realized what a complete mess her friend was, but this was different. She wanted Claire to come undone for her and her alone. It wasn't a cruel inclination, she just wanted to share that moment with the one person she felt comfortable with alone that wasn't her wife. Claire was right on the edge and hating herself for not being able to topple over. She was safe, she felt amazing, there wasn't anything to worry about, and yet, she was still scared. It felt like if she fell apart there would be no putting herself back together. Reggie continued to move against her and looked down with worry. "You're safe," she promised, not understanding what the resistance was. "I'll be right here, love. I won't let go." She brushed her fingers through sweaty hair affectionately. Claire nodded and tried to relax into it. She tried to let go. Trembling with need, she looked to Reggie with such wanton desperation. She was clutching at the other woman just on the brink. Her legs were trembling around the other women's hips and she felt that any moment now she would either come undone or pass out from so much need. Reggie shot a look to her wife who was in the bathroom just feet away changing with the door open. She looked back at Claire and her heart ached. They had become fast friends, despite Claire's attempts to push her away and sabotage herself. Chemistry had always been a natural part of their dynamic and there were very few things that felt wrong between them. It wasn't romantic, but it was real. A moment of truth in a world full of lies. She swallowed hard and leaned forward. Reggie placed a gentle kiss to her friends cheek and nuzzled against her ear. "I love you," Reggie promised. "You deserve to feel that," she added after just a beat. Her words were so tender and soft that Claire was reacting to them even before she had time to process what was said. Claire let out a cry and the tears began to flow along with her orgasm. Reggie held her tight and stayed steady until it was over. Then slipped her hips away and discarded the toy. She pulled Claire back into her arms, head tucked against her chest and wrapped tightly in the sheet. Things would be okay soon enough, for now, she just wanted her friend to have a safe place to fall apart.