Midnight Couch Rendezvous
byladybug

She rolled over in bed and her arm landed on the empty spot beside her.  Her eyes fluttered opened and she yawned sleepily as she sat up to see that Oded was not beside her in bed.  Glancing at the digital clock on the nightstand, she saw that it was just past midnight.  Where is he, she thought?  They had gone to bed around ten.  They had spent a wonderful time in the hot tub, and then after ordering some Chinese take-out, she had spent the rest of the evening wrapping gifts for her nieces and nephews.  Oded’s eyes had nearly bugged out at all the presents she bought, but he never did ask how much she spent.

Well, she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until she knew where he was, so she threw the covers back and got out of bed.  She grabbed the shirt that Ded had been wearing earlier and slipped it on, just buttoning the middle button to keep it from gaping open.  When she reached the landing to the stairs, she thought she heard a fire crackling from the fireplace.

“Ded?  Honey, you down there?”  She called out as she descended the stairs.

“Yeah sweetness, I’m on the couch.”  Came his answer from the living room.
She entered the living room and approached the backside of the couch.  She found Oded lying there on the couch with a comforter covering him.

“What are you doing?”  She asked slightly confused.  She didn’t remember banning him to the couch.

“Waiting for you.”  He answered simply, giving her a seductive look.  She felt her pulse jump and her breath hitch in her throat as his voice lowered an octave.  “Come join me, beautiful.”

Slowly she rounded the couch, her eyes locked with his.  His eyes dropped down to see her wearing his shirt.  She nearly laughed when she saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare when the bottom of the shirt gaped open as she walked to reveal her tight nest of curls.  He pulled the comforter back for her to join him on the couch and saw that he was once again wearing his favorite pair of yellow shorts, smiley face and all.  She did laugh then.

“What?”  He gave her his best “innocent” look.  “You find my shorts amusing?”  She laughed harder and nearly doubled over.  “I happen to know the artist personally and I do not think she would appreciate your laughing at her art work!”  She was crying by now and her sides ached, she was laughing so hard.

He sniffed in mock indignation and frowned. “Well, really.  If that’s how you’re going to be, I guess I will just have to burn them.”

“Oh my god!”  She gasped in between trying to catch her breath and laughing.  “Don’t. . .you . . .dare!”  She finally got out.

He grinned at her and held out his hand for her to join him on the couch.  She made it to the couch without further incident and stretched out on top of him.  Snuggling against his warmth, he covered them both with the comforter.

“So why are you really down here, Ded?”  She asked after a few moments.

“Couldn’t sleep.”  He answered softly.  His arms were wrapped around her and one hand stroked her back from her neck down to her butt and back up again.

She gazed at the fire Oded had built when he’d come down to the living room and sighed.  This is where she loved to be.  In front of a fire, with Oded holding her.  “Is everything okay?”  She asked as her fingers began to draw lazy circles across his chest.

“Mmm Hmmm,” he answered.  “Everything is fine, sweetheart, just a little wound up, is all.”

She lifted her head from his chest and scooted forward a bit until her lips were mere inches from his.  “Well, maybe we can put that excess energy to some good use.”

He smiled. “Oh yeah?  What do you have in mind?”

Her hand came up to trace his full lower lip, the stiff hair from his goatee tickling her fingers.  “Weeeeell,” she drew out.  She closed the distance between their mouths and brushed her lips softly against his.  “The trash needs to be taken out and the lawn mowed.”

It took him a second to realize what she had just said, and then he began to laugh.  “Listen here, you little tyrant!”  His hands found her ribs and began to tickle.  She wriggled around, laughing, trying to escape his seeking fingers.  He maneuvered her around until she was on her back beneath him.

He settled his weight on top of her and grinned.  “Okay, now you’re trapped.  What have you to say for yourself, young lady?”

Her eyes twinkled up at him. “Ummm, the devil made me do it?”  She offered.

His full lips hovered over hers.  She could feel his warm breath against her face and she ached for the touch of his mouth on hers.  “I think I have a much better way to release some of my pent up energies, madam.”  He said huskily.

“Yes?”  She asked breathlessly.  His kiss was his answer.  His lips brushed against hers, his teeth caught her bottom lip and he sucked it into his mouth before finally plunging his tongue in to taste and touch her sweetness.  His hands framed her face, his thumbs brushing along her jaw line, his fingers finding the soft thickness of her hair.  He caressed her tenderly with his hands as his mouth tenderly took possession of hers.

Taking his time, his lips left hers to follow the trail of her jaw to her ear.  He nibbled on the earlobe, his tongue tracing the outer shell of her ear, to quickly dip into the hollow point, and then down to that sensitive spot located just below and slightly behind the lobe.  Her hands wandered over his bare back, kneading his hard muscles, feeling them flex beneath her hands.  Her breathing was quickly becoming labored as he played with that sensitive spot.  His tongue flicked over the skin, his teeth nipped at it playfully, and then he drew the bit of skin into his mouth.  She was beyond caring that he would leave a hickey there.  All she could do now was feel the heat he was creating inside her body.  All she cared about now was feeling him buried inside her, relieving the ache that was starting between her legs.

Finally, he was moving again, slowly trailing kisses down her throat and across her collarbone.  He continued to place playful nips on her skin and then stroke the love bites soothingly with his tongue.  He rose up slightly, just enough for his fingers to unbutton the single button that held the shirt closed and he pulled it open.  Rising up slightly, she let him push the shirt off her shoulders and she pulled her arms out of the sleeves.  She lay back against the couch as Oded scooted down a bit and continued his attention to her body.

She wanted to cry at how tender he was being.  Every caress of his hands, every stroke of his tongue on her body was gentle and loving.  Lately, their lovemaking had been so frantic and wild.  She loved it that way, but there was something about his tenderness now that turned her heart inside out.  She gasped softly as his tongue curled around a nipple.  He teased it until it was a hard nub, and then he drew it deep into his mouth and suckled.  He continued to stroke the nipple with his velvety tongue, working it until she thought she might expire from the intense feelings that were rampaging through her body.

Her fingers came up to clench in his thick mane of hair.  He’d had it pulled back into a ponytail again and she made short work of pulling it loose.  The long strands tumbled down around his shoulders and dropped against her exposed breast.  The softness of it brushed against the nipple, causing it to tighten into a hard nub.  “You are so beautiful!”  He whispered softly as he moved over to the other breast.  His long hair dragged across the sensitive breast he had just left and she nearly cried out.  His hand came up to gently cup the breast, his fingers gently pinching the hard nipple, teasing it until she thought she would scream.

His mouth continued to work the other nipple.  She was wound so tight at that point; she thought a gentle breeze would send her over the edge.  She could feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh.  She wanted his shorts off and she wanted them off now.  But somehow she couldn’t seem to get her tongue working to say the words, nor could she get her hands to do anything but clutch at his hair.  Her breath was beginning to come in soft little gasps and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would last.

After what seemed to her an eternity, Oded finally released her breast and continued his journey down her body.  His large hands circled her ribs, his thumbs brushing back and forth across her skin.  His mouth and tongue worked their way across her belly until they reached her belly button.  By now, he’d scooted down far enough that he had to move to bend his legs beneath him.  He parted her legs to settle himself between them and he bent over her again to place a kiss on her belly button.  He slipped his tongue out and traced lazy circles around her belly button until he finally dipped it in.

“Oh god!”  She breathed frantically.  Her nerve endings tingled and she thought she might snap any moment.  “Ded, please!”  She pleaded in a shaky voice.

He moved his fingers between her legs to find her hidden chamber.  Parting the twin petals he slipped a finger inside her wet warmth.  “Good god, your wetter than a . . .”

“ODED!” she nearly screamed as her body began to convulse.

“Sweet Jesus!”  He breathed as his fingers continued to work her.  He watched her face as her climax overtook her.  Tiny muscles surrounding his fingers pulsated and contracted.  He stroked her until her body finally settled.  Withdrawing his fingers, he rose up and removed his shorts.  His erection sprang loose and he moved back over her and settled himself between her legs once more.

She spread them wide for him as he eased himself into her tight sheath.  Her legs wrapped around him as he sank deep inside her.  His weight settled on her as his hands came up to frame her face once more.  He kissed her deeply, tenderly, searching out all the hidden secrets of her mouth with his tongue.   Slowly, oh so slowly, he began to move within her.  His hips rose and he withdrew, only to sink back within her.  He continued this motion with steady strokes.  She was so wet and slick, that he moved easily within her tight sheath.  After a bit he began to pick up his pace, his breath becoming labored as his strokes quickened.  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her face, then kissed his way down her throat.  He groaned as his climax approached.  He could feel her body beginning to contract again as her second climax took over her body.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she lifted her hips to meet his.  His thrusts were becoming faster and harder until they both cried out, as he pumped his seed deep into her body.  Collapsing on top of her, he buried his face into her neck.  She held him tight as they both struggled to catch their breath.  After a few minutes, he rose up on his elbows and looked down at her.

His lips brushed gently against hers and then he frowned when he saw the tears in her eyes.  “Babe, what’s wrong?  Did I hurt you?”  He started to rise off her, but she tightened her legs and arms around him and refused to let him leave her.

“I’m fine.”  She laughed softly.  “I’m just so happy right now.  That was beautiful, Oded.  Thank you.”

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?”  He eyed her warily.  He wasn’t used to her crying after they made love.  It rather scared the hell out of him.  He never would fully understand her and her woman emotions.

“Kiss me!”  She commanded.  Now THAT he understood and so he did.  It wasn’t until much later that they made it back upstairs into bed.


To be continued . . .

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