Nine Gates of Hell (11/?)
Part 11
“Dave?” he had barely moved from the couch that day, neither of us had. By midafternoon, though I gently lifted his head and disappeared into the kitchen. It was only then that I’d realised I hadn’t eaten at all that day and as far as I knew neither had he.
The house felt empty with the other three gone and far too quiet. There was way more food than either David or I could ever eat in the few days we had left there. I ignored most of it and just grabbed a couple of bananas, apples, an orange, a bunch of grapes and some rock melon. I chopped it all up and dumped it in a single bowl, at least that way we’d get some of our essential nutrients. It might have been pretty boring but it was healthy and that would do.
“You have to eat” I reminded him taking up my seat next to him on the couch the bowl resting on my knee.
“Fruit?” he asked disbelieving.
“Yeah.”
“Where’s the comfort food?” he asked looking hurt.
“But this is good for you. I gotta make sure you stay in shape” he gave a sigh before grabbing a slice of orange out of the bowl.
“Thanks Em”
“Anytime” I muttered popping a grape into my mouth.
We passed most of the afternoon in silence, neither sure what to say to the other and each lost inside our own heads with our own personal breakups. Every so often I’d feel his hand against my thigh or my forearm, we never moved far from each other and kept up the pretence of watching tv. Every so often we’d throw each other looks that said everything we needed to say. ‘I’m so sorry you guys broke up and that you’re in pain but I am too and I promise to stay here for you’.
We were lost in a haze of twisted emotions. Too many times I wondered what he was thinking about because try and I might I couldn’t stop myself from realizing, even before I noticed my own hunger that David and I were both miraculously single. I forced myself not to mention it, it was far too soon to even think about it. What would a few more months hurt anyone? Unless one of us suddenly died or she decided to take him back. And then the news of the baby would re enter my conscious thought, she was pregnant again, nobody knew yet but it would look bad to the press if they separated while she was pregnant, like the baby wasn’t his.
“I’m going to bed” I muttered as the sun disappeared below the horizon bathing the room in darkness except for a crescent moon and a few stars poking out from behind clouds. It was early and I wouldn’t sleep but sitting on the couch was getting uncomfortable.
I didn’t bother to pull the bedroom door shut behind me when I changed, David had seen pretty much everything there was to see of me anyway. I let it stand as an invitation, just in case he couldn’t stand to be alone, I didn’t expect him to use it, but it was there if he needed it. I slipped under the covers and wrapped my arms around my body letting the tears come again. I held them in all afternoon, because David needed me to be strong and I had been. But alone in that darkened bedroom I couldn’t do it anymore I let the tears fall freely my sobs muffled by the comforter. I wanted to call Zooey but I knew she wouldn’t pick up, she’d still be on set. I’d call her in the morning, I needed her reassurance that I’d done the right thing and that everything would turn out okay, she may be my little sister but I trusted her.
At one stage I heard David stand, stretch and head to the bedroom. I waited for the tell tale snores I’d grown accustomed to even in our few short days at the house but they never came. Sleep must have come to me though because the next time I was aware of anything the clock read midnight. The entire house was so still and quiet that I might have been there alone. It was almost five minutes before my eyes adjusted enough that I could see David’s darker silhouette in the doorway. I could recognise him instantly.
I shuffled myself over to the far side of the bed and lifted the covers back allowing him space to climb under, even in the darkness I could see him nod slightly before he made his way across the room. He wore nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and I tried to keep my eyes away from his chiselled chest even in the half light, because it seemed to glow and beg me to worship it.
He lowered himself easily onto the mattress next to me forcing my body to roll slightly towards him as the mattress sunk with the extra weight, my bare forearm collided with his naked chest and I fought to hold back a gasp. One of his hands reached across his body for mine and clasped them together on his chest forcing my head to rest on his shoulder just above his heartbeat, which seemed to match the elevated speed of my own.
Neither of us spoke, for fear that the realisation of our current position might suddenly change things. His free hand slipped underneath me and around my back until I was held against him, but the hold was not oppressive, just reassuring, for both of us. Eventually my heart slowed to its normal thrum in my chest and I felt David’s breathing even out and eventually a few snores began echoing from his chest. Only then did I allow myself to fall back to sleep, finally in his arms.
When I awoke again it was still dark and a glance at the illuminated green clock numbers told me it was four am. David’s even breathing beneath my ear told me he was still asleep, I reached out a hand and fumbled for my phone on the side table trying not to wake David before sending a quick text to Zooey, I would have called her, I wanted to call her but I would have woken David. As I clicked the send button I felt David stir slightly beneath me so I switched my phone off and lobbed it in the vicinity of my suitcase, I’d find it later.
“Em?” He was awake, but still groggy, his eyes half closed and his hands already moving across my body as if he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.
“Yeah” I agreed.
“This is nice”
“Yeah” As if to prove his point I snuggled closer to him until our bodies were pressed as close as two people possibly can be.
“This is the best morning I’ve had in ages”
“Me too” It was crazy to be so deliriously happy when less than twenty four hours ago we’d both been lost the people we’d once believed we’d spend the rest of our lives with. It was the second morning we’d woken up next to each other, but nothing was the same as it had been the previous morning.
“There’s not many things that could make it better” I had to agree, and I guessed he was thinking the same things I was. I half wished he wasn’t, it was easier not to act when I didn’t think he was thinking it.
In the end I’m not really sure who it was that made the first move. One minute we were talking about what could make the morning better and the next our lips were pressed together in a searing kiss. His body twisted beneath me to gain better access to my lips and I was made very aware of his prominent erection, one I convinced myself was simply a result of it being morning, not anything to do with me. His tongue explored my mouth as if his whole world was me. He pinned me to the mattress with his body and only the thin cotton of my tank top separated our upper bodies. It was as if he could not get enough of me and I knew I would never be able to get enough of him. And I knew, instantly that he’d been holding it in as long as I had, that I hadn’t imagined the spark between us that first time we’d met. How could I have when he still remembered the jacket I’d worn that day, probably the whole outfit, I wasn’t sure I could, but I knew what he’d been wearing.
Neither of us dared to question the other for fear that rational thought might return and prevent us from sating our long held desires. It didn’t really matter though, we’d already gone too far to turn back, even if we’d stopped then things would have been changed irreversibly between us.
His hand slipped beneath my shirt unremarked save for a slight moan of pleasure from each of us. My body arched towards his touch as his fingers traced my ribcage with a feather light touch. His lips fused to mine, followed mine wherever they moved, forcing me to take in tiny puffs of air whenever possible. Finally we pulled apart breathless, his mouth latching immediately onto the skin just below my ear, and he trailed soft kisses across my collar bone, so that I felt as if I were wearing the most precious diamond necklace in the world.
My tank top inched further up, pushed by his searching hands, not that I could complain the feeling was oh so delicious and it wasn’t like my hands were idle, tracing his well defined abs and down to his hips to rest just above the elastic of his sweatpants. As his wandering hands finally pushed my tank top up and over my breasts freeing them from the constraining fabric at the same moment that my own fingers slipped inside his sweatpants and hooked over the elastic. His hips arched towards my hands begging me to release him, his lips chose that moment to make their first contact with my hardened nipple, just a slight wet nudge, but enough to have my body lurch involuntarily towards him and distract me from the task at hand.
His tongue flicked out to taste the nub, one hand gently kept my breast from moving as he lavished attention on it while the fingers of his other hand tweaked at my other nipple. I writhed beneath him but my movements were mostly stilled by his body resting atop mine. I wondered if he knew what an affect he was having on me, whether he knew just how sensitive my nipples were, it was something James had never figured out, even the slightest touch there drove me crazy. I cursed every time I was too nice to tell him what I wanted, but shouldn’t a lover be able to pick up some things? It wasn’t like he’d never touched me there, he just seemed to miss the little signs that told him how much I enjoyed it. David however, was much more attentive. His eyes were focussed on my face cataloguing how each movement of his tongue affected me, repeating each several times until he knew which offered the most favourable response. He reminded me of a scientist conducting an experiment, and I had absolutely no problems being the subject.
He lavished attention on one breast and then the other with both his hands and mouth until the little nubs were rock hard and I was sure I would orgasm with him never touching any other part of me. I could feel the deep red flush that had no doubt spread across the usually pale white skin of my face and down over my neck. His eyes remained focussed on my face, while my own eyes rolled lazily to the back of my head, the lids slipping shut over them, blocking out my view of David. The moment that I was sure I could handle no more the hand that had twisted in his hair dragged his face up to meet mine our lips duelling once again as I rolled us over so that I was looking down at his chocolate eyes, his hands latched immediately back onto my breasts which hung between us. This time when I hooked my fingers into the elastic of his pants I didn’t hesitate, carefully I freed his erection, causing David to moan as my palm grazed across it for the first time before I yanked his pants towards his ankles leaving him to kick them off into the darkness.
I cupped him immediately with one hand and forced his legs apart slightly with the other before settling between them and trailing the free hand up his torso to tease his nipples the way he’d teased mine. Leaning down I took one into my mouth, swirled my tongue over it, sucked ever so slightly and released it with a pop. His erection pressed between us, the tip pressing against my stomach as I pumped the shaft up and down with my hand. His hips lifted off the bed ever so slightly as he bucked in to my hand as it pumped, the other one soon joined it taking his balls and rolling them between his fingers, he let out a loud moan, so I repeated the action and watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Mentally, I began to catalogue his likes and dislikes as he had done with me, having his balls fondled seemed to be high on the list of likes, nipples were a little lower. I wondered whether his enjoyment would extend to me sucking on his balls and in one swift motion I slid further down his body my tongue making several contacts with his chest along the way and my breasts scraping his thighs, until I was finally nestled between his thighs.
I darted my tongue out to taste him for the first time licking the area between his balls, his entire body lifted off the mattress and thrust towards my mouth. Definitely a like, I noted before thrusting my tongue out again, this time I took him into my mouth, sucked on his ball and then let it slip from my mouth with a pop before repeating it with the other one, each time it received a deep moan, something else he liked.
I didn’t study his penis too closely before I slid my tongue up his length, except to notice that he certainly had nothing to be ashamed of, something I’d already guessed about him. On occasion he’d found himself in a delicate position on set, certainly after shooting any scene with close contact between us, and I’d been able to tell from that, that he needn’t be worried about pleasing a woman in that respect. I licked over his tip before taking him into my mouth, a tiny bit at a time, I was no porn star and I would never be able to take him all the way in, but from his glazed eyes and moans that wouldn’t be necessary. As I pumped my mouth over him with a slow steady rhythm I could feel him swell further and enjoyed the sense of pride it instilled. When I felt he was about to come I released him and climbed back up his body to capture his lips, my lips had barely touched his when I felt him pull away.
For a minute I wondered if he’d perhaps come to his senses and was stopping things before they went any further but suddenly he began to slide down beneath me his tongue darting out to my breast again before he continued down. He planted a kiss on my ribcage and pressed his fingers to my hips hooking them around my sweatpants and underwear before yanking them down, only then did I remember I was still half dressed. I lifted my knees from the bed and he pushed the pants over them leaving me hovering above him completely naked, his lips deliciously close to my throbbing, wet centre. One hand reached out to spread my thighs further apart and stayed resting on my inner thigh like an anchor, the other hand reached out to cup me and I arched into him. With careful fingers he teased my folds apart and traced the length from just above my clit down to my opening and back up with a feather light touch, but even that caused my clit to quiver against him. He repeated the process his touch a little harder, and then again, finally he slipped a single finger inside me and pulled it out. He thrust two fingers back inside me at the same moment that his tongue flicked over my clit and I jerked against him unable to stop myself.
My knees were barely holding me up as his tongue and fingers assaulted me, just as I was sure I could take no more he slid back up the length of the bed so that our faces were once again inches apart. I answered the silent question in his eyes. Yes. It was what I wanted. He nodded almost imperceptibly before rolling us so that I was once again lying beneath him my hands splayed across his chest. In a careful but deliberate motion he repositioned himself until his penis was right above my opening brushing my clit with the head on the way. As the first tiny part of him pressed inside me I felt a jolt that lurched me closer to him and forced another inch inside of me. He withdrew completely before pressing back into me, slightly further this time, I groaned as he stretched me it had been a long time since I’d been with someone as big as him and for a moment the size was overwhelming but after that it was just enjoyable. He pulled out again, I groaned in frustration, this time when he pressed back into me I pushed back hard until his entire length was buried inside of me, his gasp as I clenched my walls around him told me all I needed to know.
We set a quick pace, one that would have been difficult to maintain for any length of time, but we were both so desperate and so close to our release that we didn’t think about it, it wouldn’t have been an issue anyway. The moment he began pumping into me I lost all sense of reality and the only thing that mattered was him, that he kept going. The flush that had covered my neck earlier seemed to have spread so that my whole body felt warm, inside and out, heat coiling and spreading from my belly. It seemed to spread rapidly so that every nerve in my body was quivering excitedly under his touch and I was shuddering beneath him, his name rolling off my lips in breathless gasps followed by David’s loud:
“Oh God Emily” and it was hard to believe that it was only one night earlier that I’d been listening to him shouting the same thing in the very next room to another woman. I took comfort in the fact that this time I was the one lying beneath him, it was still my name he called and he called it far louder for me than he had for her.
AN: Was it worth waiting for? Told you we'd get some NC-17 action eventually.