Pryde and Wisdom in Triplicate: Rain, Sun, Moon
It’s the sun on his skin that gets to her. When she wakes up in the morning, she can see it playing across the slim planes of his shoulders while he lies on his side next to her, and it goes straight to her heart. And, to be honest this morning, watching it play over the exposed expanse of wiry muscle and pale skin goes to several other parts of her anatomy. Parts that, until this all started last year, she wasn’t really aware existed.
She knows that she’s up too early for him, and that he won’t take kindly to being awakened just yet. However, she’s confident that she can do it without being on the receiving end of too large a tantrum.
She budges over so that she’s pressed up against his back. He shifts in response, attempting to get more of her skin in contact with his own, without even realizing he’s doing it. She wraps both of her arms around him from behind and pulls herself flush against him. He groans in his sleep and she wonders how much longer he’ll remain asleep.
Shifting a bit more, she slides her right hand down his chest, stomach and over his hip. She smiles when the back of her hand brushes against him and she can feel him start to grow hard almost instantly. Pete groans louder this time, and his eyes flutter open.
“Morning.” He grunts out, voice rusty from lack of use overnight. He rolls over and pulls Kitty to lie on his chest so that he can kiss her. She smiles into the kiss, and her grin grows even wider as he waits only a few moments before not-so-subtly attempts to shift her downward to press against his erection.
She quickly internally debates resisting before deciding that since she woke him up early, he should be rewarded for playing along with minimal grousing. She rolls her hips against him and is treated to another of those wonderful sounds he makes deep in his throat when he’s entirely caught up in pure sensation. She’s come to love that sound. But, there’s one she likes even better.
Suddenly, she sits up, and he is momentarily surprised before he figures out what she’s obviously intending to do. He grins at her apparent eagerness even as he regrets that this sudden shift means that she is, at the moment, no longer kissing him. She reaches back and positions herself as she has a thousand times before this. Sliding down onto him, she is rewarded with her favourite of his sounds even as she makes rather impressive one herself. She loves this. And obviously, he doesn’t particularly object to it either.
There is no banter this morning. No casual ribbing or semi-serious teasing. There is only them. Sounds of sighs, grunts and moans fill their cozy little room. Sometimes it’s like this, and Kitty loves it just as much as when they talk. Everything that Pete ever does with her is just as amazing as everything else.
By the time that she can feel him getting close, she’s had one orgasm already and is rapidly approaching her second. She won’t make it. She can sense it, but it doesn’t bother her. He’ll make it up to her later, and she’ll let him.
Just then, he goes rigid beneath her and she watches his face as he comes apart for her. It’s a great thrill for her, always has been, to know that she can do this to a man. And the fact that it’s Pete, well that’s just a bonus. A big bonus.
Collapsing down on top of him, sweating and exhausted. He brings one satisfied arm up to stroke her slick back, and she kisses him on the collarbone in that slack-jawed way that can only be accomplished post-coital. They lie there for a while, neither saying anything still, until finally, Pete just short of sleep, opens one blue eye and regards her carefully. “What was that about, luv? I mean, not that I’m complainin’, but it were a bit random for so early in the morning.” Kitty doesn’t even move and he can sense that she’s just as tired as he is now. He silently rejoices in the fact that he’ll get a lie-in after all this morning.
“That, my dear,” she pulls the sheet back up to cover them before they doze off for a bit longer, “that was the sun.”