We were staring into the bright fireplace in front of us. The flames seemed to be performing just for us, swaying back and forth with all the dignity and grace of tiny ballroom dancers. Watching them was almost hypnotic. They gave the otherwise dark room a relaxing glow, filled the room with a feeling of love. Brandy was sitting between my legs, shifting to get more comfortable on the hard floor that lay beneath the tan carpet that filled our bedroom. We had been looking for a place to move in to together for awhile, tonight was our first night in our new place.
OUR place,
I thought and smiled.
When the Realtor showed us this house with the fireplace in the master bedroom, Brandy wasted no time pulling me aside and telling me how much she wanted this to be our new home. I was hesitant at first because the rent was a little steep for us. I explained to her that we would really have to cut back on our "entertainment" budget for a few months. That would mean no take out or movies etc., we'd be spending a lot of time at home. She smiled sheepishly at me and with the attractive female Realtor only a few feet away she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "If we lived here I'd make love to you every night in front of this fireplace. Who needs takeout when I'm living with my favorite treat." Then she let her tongue slide out of her mouth and flicked my ear lobe with it. I remember smiling and wishing that the Realtor wasn't in the room cause I would have ravaged Brandy right then and there, she had that kind of affect on me often. Unfortunately the Realtor was there, and it took every ounce of my strength to resist tackling my gorgeous girlfriend. I turned to the Realtor, grinning From ear to ear and simply said, "We'll take it!"
All that seems so long ago now,
I thought. The weeks that went past until we moved in to the new place today seemed like months to us. We were anxious to begin our life together, and today, we had done just that. Some of our friends had helped us move our things in. You know what they say, it's always important to have at least one friend with a truck. Even with 6 of us moving things it had still taken us most of the day. We had my apartment and Brandy's apartment to move stuff out of. Granted, Brandy didn't have much left at her apartment. Over the past 6 months most of her stuff had seemed to migrate to my place like birds heading home. She was basically paying rent on her apartment for nothing because we spent every free second together, so one night I just did it. I asked her to move in with me, and the rest as they say , is history.
Boxes of our stuff were still scattered around the large master bedroom because we never did get around to unpacking tonight. All day she had been teasing me, building up the anticipation for the unbelievable session of love making we just shared. She'd touch me any chance she could get, the second somebody left the room or turned their back, she'd be all over me. Well, maybe not all over me, but she'd kiss me softly or run her finger tips down my arm sending goosebumps up my spine. With Brandy it didn't matter, anything she did lit a fire inside me. Even the way she'd look at me with those big baby blue eyes of hers made my heart melt more then usual today. The whole day was basically like eight hours of foreplay, just waiting for everyone to leave so we could be alone. Alone, together, forever, in OUR place. OUR place.
I reached down and picked up the white sheet that was crumpled beside us on the floor.
We really made a mess of this place
, I thought and smiled,
but it was worth it.
I glanced around the room at the usually neatly made bed that we had practically torn apart in our urgency. After everyone left we hadn't wasted any time in ripping each others clothes off as we sought release from the passion that had been building inside us through out the day, and the room showed it. There were pieces of clothing scattered everywhere. I could see Brandy's red lace bra draped over the foot of the bed, and on the floor beneath it were my white cotton panties.
Definitely a night I won't ever forget.
"I never want to leave your arms," Brandy said suddenly. Her voice was filled with emotion and all though I couldn't see her face it sounded as if she were holding back tears. "I feel safe here with you, protected and loved. Promise to hold me like this all night."
"I promise," I said as we sat in front of the fire and I wrapped the sheet around our naked bodies like the cape of one of those super heroes you read about in comics. With her sitting in front of me, and my arms and the sheet wrapped around her, I was filled with the overwhelming urge to protect this woman from everything. Kind of like I had to be a human shield that would save her from anything that would, or ever could, hurt her.
That makes me a super hero of sorts,
I thought as a small smile passed my lips and I let out a slight laugh.
I'm 'Shy One', protector of my lady love and my costume is my birthday suit!
I laughed lightly again and shook my head at my silly thoughts. Brandy always called me 'Shy One', not exactly a nickname for a brave super hero but I liked it. She shifted her body and turned her head to look at me. "What are you thinking?" she asked with one corner of her mouth drawn into a sexy smile. When she turned to face the warm fire again I couldn't help but think...
She must think I'm crazy.
I wrapped my arms around her tighter from behind, pulling her into a hug without answering her at first. I let one hand slide down and wrap around her waist and with the other I trailed my finger tips up the outside of her body and pulled her hair to one side, away from her neck. She tilted her head slightly to one side, so I leaned in to take advantage of the offer. The sweet, yet subtle, flowery auroma of her perfume filled my nostrils. Every time I smelt the perfume on another woman in a store or an elevator or something of that nature, I couldn't help but think of her and smile. I lowered my face towards my intended target, a lone freckle half way down her neck. My tongue shot out of my mouth like a bullet leaving a gun, I licked the freckle quickly, letting just the tip of my tongue dance over it for a split second. Then, I kissed the same spot as slow and sensual as I could. I repeated the kiss a couple of times and she moaned ever so softly. Suddenly, and unexpectedly, she turned around and faced me. Just as quickly, she pulled me into a deep passionate kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue. When she finally pulled back from the kiss I caressed her cheek with my hand and smiled . "What was that for?" I inquired with playfulness in my voice, "Not that I'm complaining."
"I want you to tell me," she said. She had turned her body right around to face me now. She was still between my legs, but now she was sitting in a position that had her back on both her knees. The position didn't look very comfortable but I did love the view I was getting because of it. Her naked flesh gleamed with just a hint of sweat from the love we had made not long ago and my eyes were drawn to her beautiful breasts. They were full, they were perky, they were simply perfect. Her large nipples were erect and I wondered if it was the air in the room that had made them that way, or if the attention I had paid her neck just seconds ago that was the culprit. She must have caught me staring at her breasts because she gave me a playful little shove with both hands. "Hey you. My eyes are up here." She joked while pulling my face up to look her in the eyes. "Now come on, tell me what was so funny a moment ago."
I reached out and took both her hands into mine and stroked the backs of them gently with my thumbs. I was trying to be serious and held back the smile, and inevitable laughter that would surely follow it. The image of me naked and wearing just a sheet for a cape had popped into my head again, it was all I could do to not break out in laughter. I looked deep into her questioning eyes and with a shaky voice spoke, "I just was thinking about how much I love you, and how lucky I am to have you in my life."
"Liar." she said, laughter in her own voice now. Out of pure playfulness he shoved me again, harder this time. I ended up toppling backwards, the sheet now pinned under me. Within seconds she had crawled on top of me and straddled me, a leg on each side of my waste, and she was poking me intermittently with her index finger like a small child does. You know what I mean, the small child who stands in the toy store poking his mother repeatedly saying, "Can I have this?" over and over again. The only difference was that Brandy was no small child, at 5'10" she stood a full 5 inches taller then me and her phrase of choice was a simple, "Tell me." I was losing my battle to stay composed and finally laughter spilled from me as I tried to free myself from under her by twisting and moving as much as I could. She wouldn't give up though, that wasn't her nature. Whatever Brandy want's, Brandy gets.
She kept up the poking, which eventually turned to tickling, and for several minutes as I tried to free myself from under her. I was laughing full out now, I couldn't help it. During all my twisting beneath her to get free, and because of the way she was positioned on me, I could feel the soft skin of Brandy's shaved pussy just above mine. Her pussy had gotten wet during this whole wrestling match and I could feel it on my skin. She liked to be in control sometimes and she must have been enjoying torturing me like this. She was turned on by it. I decided to play along and started to wrestle with her more, but now I wasn't really trying to get free. I was enjoying my position beneath the woman I loved, and even her continuos and more insistent 'Tell mes' was cute. Knowing this was turning her on, turned me on. Passion began to fill my body and I struggled less, I wanted to be caught. Brandy did just that. She saw an opportunity and grabbed both my hands in hers and pinned my arms over my head. My laughter subsided and eventually stopped all together. I gave in to her, I let my body go limp under hers.
