Cleaning Up

Author's note: This is #9 in the Helena series; written originally for my friend and muse here on Lit for the last few years, and my inspiration for this and other tales. I hope you enjoy it as much as she and I have in the creation of this story. This chapter is particularly special because Helena contributes to it as well.

I wake up before you in the morning. You're snuggled in beside me, and all I can see is your head on the pillow, the blankets pulled up around your neck. I smile; I DO keep it a little cool in the house, and I know you prefer warmth. Beneath the covers, your hand lays upon my right arm, but that is the only point of contact.

I shift a little, rolling more onto my side, facing you. All I can see is your face and your hair, but it is enough to capture my heart. I can't help but smile as I watch you. Your lips, your nose, the smooth skin of your cheek, the purple hair, laying in sleepy curls by your ear. I could spend an hour just kissing and teasing that ear, I think. For more than a minute, I think hard about waking you up with a kiss, just so I can look into your eyes again. Such sweet temptation!

I know if I did, I wouldn't stop there. I'd kiss you...but then my hands would come over under these covers. I'd caress your side, your hip, and then I can hardly be expected NOT to reach around and gently stroke and squeeze your butt. You KNOW what that butt does to me!

And then I'd probably slide my hand back up, and around, over your belly, then up, to palm and cup your breast, to slide gently over it until I feel the nipple begin to respond. Then I'd be "forced" to pay close attention to that, gently tweaking, teasing, pulling a little bit. (Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do, you know? :) ) And an erect nipple...one like yours...well, that needs to be teased with the tongue, of course. And a fully erect, wet nipple...well, that's just naturally going to need to be gently sucked.

So, I'd have to give up on nibbling at your ear, and kiss my way down your jawline, then down your neck, across your collar bone, then down...until I follow the gentle slope to that rosy peak. And from that point....

Well, anyway...

I look past you (No easy feat!) to the nightstand on your side, and I realize it is only 7:30 in the morning. I'm a lot of things, but a sadist I'm not (well, unless YOU want a sadist, in which case, I will struggle into that role! LOL). Waking you up that early, after the moonlight loving on the porch, the ice cream, then licking the ice cream off of your breast, then from your navel, then somehow that all melting (see what I did there? Ice cream...melting...?) into me breaking out the chocolate syrup and drawing on you with it, only to clean it up with my tongue... And then YOU get the creative urge, and suddenly you seem to want a chocolate candy cane. And then the table got all smeared with....

Yeah, I'll let you sleep a little. But me...I need a shower, before a diabetic mouse finds me and overdoses on sugar. So, slowly, I slide backwards off of the bed, and walk naked to the bathroom.

I take care of the necessities of waking up in the morning, then go to the shower. I step into the mist and steam and just let the water work on me. My hand on the wall, I just close my eyes and drift away into my thoughts.

How did I ever get this lucky? In the other room, in MY bed, lays one of the most exquisite human beings I have ever met. Under the covers, she lays naked, sleeping off a night of lovemaking with me. With ME. ME! That.Doesn't.Happen. I'm not the man who has a night of hot, imaginative sex with a gorgeous woman. This is like hitting the lottery: I dream about it, but I don't even have the confidence to buy a ticket. Yet here I am...deliciously sore and quite...sticky.

And it isn't just the sexual side; that's really not it. It's the connection, the spark, the sharing of the mental bandwidth. And yet, even with that almost supernatural channel open...you're still a mystery in some ways. A wonderful, "I can't wait to find out more" mystery.

What are your favorite memories? What are your love languages? What do I need to avoid doing (like the plague!) that would make you unhappy with me? How many ways can I find to get you to bless me with that smile? What was your childhood like? Who are your heroes? What do you like to eat? (Besides ice cream and barbecue) What is our-

I'm interrupted by a set of small hands touching me on the hips. I'm so relaxed by the shower that I don't even respond to my instincts; which is good, considering... I feel you step in closer behind me, your breasts against my back, your hands sliding up, arms coming around (well, part way around) my chest. For a few moments, we both just stand there, relishing the feeling of the mist, the heat of the water, and the closeness. Finally, though, I have to turn and look at you. I can never resist the opportunity to look at you, especially a NAKED you.

"Good morning, gorgeous," I tell you, leaning down.

"Good morning, bear," you reply, just before our lips meet. And for the next minute...hour? all I want in the world is to live in this moment. Kissing you like it was our first time, like we have all the time in the world. One of my hands goes to your face, holding it, as I kiss you, the other around you, holding you to me.

"You didn't wake me up..." you say softly, when we finally stop for a breath.

"You looked so beautiful, it was tempting to, but I thought I'd give you a bit of a rest. I seem to recall you were up late last night, and I thought you might be tired."

"Oh, what a nice bear I have! So considerate! You know, being nice has its own rewards," you tell me, smiling up at me, before you begin to kneel down in front of me.

A few moments later...I'm feeling like that candy cane alllll over again...

: The steam and hot water would not be the only things making me breathless. After we kiss for what seems and age, first soft dreamy kisses and then harder and hungrier, my need to please you grows and my hands slide down your chest and your thighs. I kneel in front of you, look up and smile. You turn the water pressure down to almost a trickle and it flows beautifully down your chest.

The backs of my hands and nails slowly run up the insides of your thighs. I'm kneeling up, holding your hips and kissing and licking your stomach and of course you harden again - last night did not tire you out, though the chocolate will probably still be giving you energy way into next week.

I run my cheeks (facial ones) over your cock, I take hold of you, look up and smile, your hands are resting on my shoulders and i slowly lick around the end of your cock, i feel a little shiver from you and it's not the water. My tongue carries on playing and I enjoy licking the under side of you, long strokes of my tongue make you breath deeper. Shorter flicks around the head make your hands grip my shoulders a little tighter.

I lower myself and take you into my mouth, only an inch or two, my tongue swirls and head moves in a figure of eight, very small movements, nothing demanding, just relaxing as I hold you in my hand. My lips tighten around you, the water continues to flow over us and you slide in and out of my mouth with ease.

I release my grip on him and my hands return to your hips, I pull you closer to me and grip you tighter.

Your hands move onto my head, I feel their weight. You very gently move my head to my already established rhythm. I take you deeper into my mouth, there's no urgency, it's all beautiful and natural, eventually I feel your muscles tightening, I let out a slow and long moan, breath is becoming harder to find as I find myself getting lost in the moment. In time your deeper breaths become moans and the urgency slightly increases as your grip tightens on my head.

Together, perfectly timed, you pull my head firmly into you and I pull your hips to me and we hold it there, only seconds but enough time for you to unload and for me to feel your warm cum in my mouth. My mouth stays around you till you release the pressure on my head and both our breathing slows down.

I take him back into my hands and out of my mouth and lay gentle kisses on your inner thighs. When I eventually stand up we don't say anything, you just hold me close for a minute or two. Finally, I break the idyllic peace.

"Now...... what the hell else does a woman have to do to get a cup of tea in bed in the US?" And the answer to "What do you like to eat?" well..........