Running into the bedroom, I jumped on the bed next to her, holding the phone up to her face while she folded clothes and she looked down to see a funny video of two horses giving each other little pecks.
"Look! They
love
each other!" I exclaimed, delighted.
"Yes, no it's Mor. When did he faint?"
I looked at her in confusion and she pointed at her ear and mouthed
mom.
Ohh!
"Who fainted??" I panicked, thinking of her dad. "Are they all right?" I was in her personal space and trying to listen at her ear.
She placed her open hand over my face and pushed it into the comforter. I flopped down and relaxed my limbs. She took her hand off my face and shot me a grin over her shoulder. I smiled back brightly and put my hands behind my head.
She continued her one-sided conversation.
"Yes. Who drove him?
"Mhm...
"How's Aunt Clara doing through it all?
Oh damn!
It's her Uncle Edward. He insisted I call him Eddie so, to annoy him, I only call him Edward in a British accent.
She set down the clothes and started caressing my calf, sighing here and there and running her nail up and down.
"How long will he be in for?....Yikes...I'm so sorry, mom...
"Okay, we'll swing by to visit this weekend.
"Yes...I'm so sorry to hear that...okay, I love you! Bye, say hello to dad, please!"
She ended the call and huffed out. I leaned on my elbows and gave her time to collect her thoughts.
After a minute, I ran my calf along her knee back and forth, like a cricket.
She looked over at me and leaned her chin on her shoulder, still ruminating.
"How is he?" I prompted.
"At the hospital. His blood sugar dropped and he fainted. He broke his leg in the fall though."
I grimaced.
"I'm sorry, Suz. Poor Edward and his wife..."
"Hmm. He's been getting worse..."
"When do you want to go?"
"Tomorrow? Sorry we can't go to that place you wanted..."
"No worries at all! Eddie is more important."
"Ha!" She pointed her finger in my face. "You said 'Eddie!' I'm
so
going to tell him."
"Shit!"
I cursed playfully while I tried to bite at her finger.
We looked at each other. This whole nonverbal communication was endlessly intriguing to me, the concept, the practice, and the willingness of hers to continue to try. I saw...melancholy, fear,
contentment?
, tiny bit of arousal, and concentration on my eyes as she processed too. It was a more potent cocktail than anything else out there. A play of communication that only a select few understood and lasted only a few seconds.
"Sorry, babe..." I hugged her to me for a moment and slipped my hand in her neck. "Need help with all this?" I looked at the baskets of laundry on the bed.
"No, I can do it."
"Naw! I'm done with the living room." I started to fold. She smiled and slowly started back up again.
We chatted. About her family, random little memories she had of her uncle as they popped into her head. Then making plans to make the drive out there the next day. After a kiss here and there, it turned into laughing and giggling.
"It's true! Ask Jesse, he has no shame! He was buck naked and jumped off the second floor into the pool like those idiotic reality shows." I was telling a story about my best friend from back in our college days.
"Omigawd!!!" She shrieked out a laugh and my face turned red. "Did you--ah--did you ever do something like that?"
"Never! I'm not a child! I'm a chaste good girl with exceptionally high moral standar--
mphm!
" She tackled me and shut me up with a kiss, her lips crushing my mouth in a bruising kiss that slowly grew softer.
I settled back against the pillows and she pressed into me, taking the lead. I basked in her attention.
When she's slow and sensual like this, I just let her do her thing and squirm in response.
She licked around my mouth and pecked at my lips sweetly, over and over again. The base of my brain tingled and I heard a ringing in my ears as the sensitive areas around my face were relentlessly stimulated.
I sighed and kicked off the empty basket from the bed. She raised her eyebrow and looked at me.
"Is that a hint?"
I just grinned widely as I put my hands behind my head again and crossed my ankles, wiggling my hips.
She had a lopsided smile on and straddled me, plonking her ass down on my pelvis.
"You are
incorrigible...
"
"And horny!"
"Isn't that the same thing?" She ran her nails down my front and sides.
"I don't think so, but let's say I'm both. Just in case."
"
Just in case...
do you wear these to tease me?" She accused, as she pulled at the waistband of my violently pink tiny shorts.
"Yes."
"Hm...because I mentioned ONE time that I liked them?"
"Plus, you always slap my ass whenever I wear them."
"That so? I didn't realize...I do like them though..." She ran her fingers along the waistband, back and forth and snapped the band along my belly. I jolted in a stab of arousal.
She leaned down and I looked at her cleavage. A little silver chain dangled in front of it. It had a charm of a little clock gear. I had a matching one around my neck and they were a reference to a string of tattoos I had done from even before I'd met her.
"Do you want to know what I think about when you wear them?"
Gulp...
"What do you think about?"
"I think about..." She gripped my breast and I arched up. "Grabbing your ass..." She mimicked the gesture in real time, sliding her warm hand below the shorts and under my cold cheek. I tensed my jaw and huffed out, trying to control the urge to flip her over. "Then running both hands into you."
She shifted to kneel between my legs and slipped her forefingers down my front into my slit, spreading my lips.
"Fuck..."
My back arched. I
so
wanted her...
Two fingers dug into my very wet center and the other hand gripped harshly the skin on the side of my pussy.
"Ugh! That's nice!" I resolved to do that to her soon too.
Damn,
that's hot...
She hummed as she grinned at me. I absolutely loved it when she had fun. There were things I liked and there were things she liked and we tried our damndest to learn each other this way too.
The time spent loving on each other was hotter than any individual orgasm. It was our own little house of cards that we both got excited about every single day. And if it fell one day...well...it wasn't the end of the world. You just...start up again. But how AMAZING would it be...if...it was the coolest house of cards ever? One made delicately and deliberately to make something great.
I pulled down her shirt to roll a nipple between my fingers while I grazed my nails along her waist and she whimpered.
I moaned as she drove her fingers in and out and her back pushed into my hand at her breast, dropping down to rest on me.
I wedged a hand in her center and I felt the wetness as I touched her clit firmly. Her leg shifted over one of mine so we could more comfortably reach each other. I can still smell the detergent from the clothes we were just folding and the fucking, normal
domesticity
amped up my arousal.
I slipped my middle finger inside her.
"Ah!"
