Lilacs: The Missing Scene

Chapter Three

We were both so overwhelmed, so replete, that we dozed for a time. When we awoke, the smell of oil, sweat and sex made our noses crinkle.

"I vote for a shower," I told him, laughing as I pushed myself off his chest to sit up.

"I second that vote," he said, smiling and sitting behind me on the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, nibbling on my neck from behind.

"Hmmm, starting again already? I need to go take care of business before we shower, hang on."

When I went to his bathroom, I was amazed at the big old-fashioned clawfoot tub and attached shower setup. I didn't imagine a bachelor apartment like his would have such a luxury.

I returned to him a few minutes later. "Bill, that tub is AMAZING! Got any bubblebath?"

"Bubblebath, lemme think... hell no, I don't have any bubblebath, jeesh, O'Neil!"

I shrugged as I pulled him standing, then to me. "Oh well, some guys like it."

"Hmmmm, some guys like this too," he said, and demonstrated to me what guys like. Oh yeah, those long nimble fingers again.

After he'd diddled me for a bit, I pushed his hand away. "Come on, let's get into a tubful of cool water, there must be room for us both in there!"

"We'll make room!"

In the end, we opted not to take a bath together. We were too anxious to get back down to the love-making. We got the shower going and made efficient use of four hands, and within minutes we were both freshly wet, soaped and rinsed off.

He was reaching for a couple of big fluffy towels, when I stopped him.

"Let's see, if I recall, I still owe you something."

There was that startlement again.

He shook off the nervousness, which appealed to me. He trusts me, I was happy to see, at least for this.

"Ah, yeah, I wasn't sure if I should remind you."

I folded a third towel and set it on the edge of the big tub, for him to sit on. I folded my towel and set it at the bottom of the tub, to use for my knees when I got down on them. What a set up. And that was the problem, it WAS set up, so the mood wasn't quite there. It was too contrived.

As he sat on his thick towel pad, I stood in the tub and went to him, grasping his head to my breasts.

"Bill, we can do it or not, it's okay. I don't want it all to look or feel forced."

"Hmmm, let me leave my head here a sec and I'll be rarin' to go, darlin'!" he chuckled against my warm, damp skin.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me even closer, and began working me over with his tongue and lips, around my navel and over my tummy. While his mouth was busy, his hands were going down my ass, meeting in the middle. He was reaching into me from behind, his long fingers reaching all the way to my clit. I began to grind against him, and sure enough, he brought me off in no time.

I grabbed him over the ears, lowered my head and kissed him, trying my best to thrust my tongue down his throat. I was moaning and still grinding on him, almost pleading with him to do me again in any way he wanted to. Fingers, mouth, whatever, didn't matter. He was a master, for not having had much practice of late.

"Hmmmm mmmmm," I protested as he tried to stand up, to lead me to the bed once again.

"Hmmmmm?" he queried, his mouth never leaving mine as he sat back down.

"Hmmmm mmmm," I said again.

Keeping the kissing, nipping and licking going, I took my turn to ravish and attacked his neck and throat. I especially love the hollow of his throat, where it blends in with that very kissable chest. I ran my hands down his sides, meeting up with his muscular thighs and rested them there, squeezing every so often in time with the motions of my mouth.

I finally arrived at his lower abdomen. He was so hard I thought he'd burst; he was digging it, as we used to say. He'd accepted that this time it was going to be different, not two awkward youngsters who probably did more to terrify one another than to bring pleasure.

I wanted to start out slowly, so I moved one hand from his thigh and gripped him, not too snugly, and simply ran my hand up and down that length for a short time, to get him used to what was going to happen. When I touched him, he sucked in a sharp breath, his stomach flattening against him. He's got such a cute tummy that I couldn't resist, and my other hand went to it, rubbing back and forth.

I looked up at him to see if he was watching, and sure enough, he was mesmerized, watching my hand move up and down. Keeping my head angled so he could see it all, I opened my mouth part-way, licked my lips and moved closer, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. Very softly, I kissed the very tip and as I pulled back slightly, I let my tongue lap at him one more time.

Oh, the expression of wonder on his face was beyond compare. I had started out simply to explore him, but I wasn't just exploring, I was worshipping, building up to the next step. I leaned back in and began alternating between moving my hand and kissing up and down the length of him. I know most guys have a thing about teeth down there, so I made sure I never touched him with them, not if he'd been scared to death from his one and only experience of being on the receiving end of oral play.

Using lips and tongue, and hand and fingers, I continued this worship for a bit, but he wasn't the only one anxious to get on with it. I genuinely enjoy doing this to a guy, with a guy, and I wanted to taste him in my mouth desperately. As I started to wrap my lips around him, trying my best to accommodate the girth of him, my hand moved down further, cupping the sac for a moment before moving past there.

I ran my fingers over the delicate skin there as I drew him even further into my mouth. I wish I could've taken all of him in, but not even my mouth is that big. I lapped back and forth with my tongue, like he was the sweetest lollipop, all the while timing the motions of my fingers to stimulate him further.

I was so focused on what I was doing, getting into it, that I wasn't watching his face as I love to do. Finally, I turned my head again, flipping my hair out of the way, to glance up at him. The rapturous look on his face told me that any fear or doubts he'd had were swept away; he was losing himself in it all, which is what I wanted.

I decided to turn up the heat a few notches, now that we'd relaxed into what was happening, and begn to vigorously lap and kiss and suck up and down, faster and faster, harder and harder. He was reaching the breaking point; I could tell because a few involuntary thrusts matched my motions. He put his hand on the back of my head, gripping my wet hair, and I could tell he was fighting the urge to PUSH, to drive himself down my throat.

"Hmmmmm," I said, fighting him until he stopped.

"O'Neil," he groaned, his head thrown back. "Kim, please, I need...."

That was it, we'd got there. Much more and it'd end at the edge of the tub, and I didn't want to push him that far this first time. Besides, I wanted him in me, again, and NOW!

With one final kiss and lap on him, I stood quickly, almost jumping from the tub. He was a second behind me, grabbing me roughly by the shoulders and shoving me toward the bed.

Well, he'd sure got over any long dry-spell he'd had, and went into command mode.

"Down on your hands and knees!" he barked at me.

I giggled and complied, my ass facing him as he stood at the edge of the bed. He gripped my hips, pulling me toward that great length, and just as I was expecting him to pile-drive into me, he leaned down, kissing my lower back as if apologizing for being so demanding.

I wriggled my butt at him in reply, hiking it further into the air to match his taller frame, almost as if I was asking, "Okay, what're you waiting for??"

Bill really surprised me then. For all the rough, gruff exterior he has, he's a remarkably sweet and considerate lover. He wasn't ready to simply take me, as he could, as I thought I wanted him to. He wanted to take care of me first.

Continuing the kissing all over my lower back, he reached one hand across my leg, and began doing his magical finger work as he'd been doing so well earlier. Between his mouth on my back and his fingers playing with my clit and drilling into me, back and forth, it didn't take long to bring me off and get me ready for him. My scream echoing off the walls brought on my own demands.

"NOW, BILL!" I screeched, doing my best to hike up against him, arching my ass and back, spreading my legs further to open myself to him.

This time he did it, and my screams again filled the night. I vaguely thought about the window being opened and wondered if anyone was hearing us, but it didn't concern me much; I was too focused on his hands grasping my hips as he drove into me.

He'd pulled me to him so hard and fast, that my knees briefly cleared the bed and he was holding me, alternately pushing and pulling. It felt like he was reaching all the way to my stomach this time. I could've sworn I was tearing, he was going at me so violently, but I didn't care, I was so caught up in it that all I could do was relax into the rhythm and let him run the show.

He began to mutter something, almost in a sing-song voice, and I wish I could have seen his face. My screeches and howls, his grunts, groans and mumbles, filled the quiet night. As the pace grew more frantic, as the energy was building, he suddenly reached around to me, tweaking my hard little button, and simultaneously driving deeper into me (if that was possible). I had no choice but to scream the loudest I'd done yet that night, and when he heard me, it triggered his own release. He slammed me so hard against him I thought I'd be ripped stem to stern, but he held me there, moving, thrusting, pumping, until he and I were both drained dry.

I was panting, laughing and crying at the same time, almost sobbing, as I collapsed onto my folded arms. I left my butt in the air as he continued to hold on, and felt him lean down once more to kiss my sweaty, slick back.

"Hmmmmm," his mouth vibrated against me as he slowly, very slowly and carefully, pulled out of me. In a second he was flopping on the bed alongside me, eyes closed, and was almost instantly asleep.

I lay there for a moment, on my stomach, amazed at what he'd done. Not only the incredibly great sex we'd had, but how he could fall asleep so quickly.

I chuckled, and he must have heard me in his sleep, because a sweet little smile lit his face. His skin was aglow, and I imagine his eyes would have been too, if they'd been opened.

I watched him sleeping for a few minutes, catching my breath and waiting for my heart to calm down. I reached over and brushed some hair away from his face; he looked so angelic that I had to fight the urge to wake him up and get him started for round three.

Naw, I thought, we don't want to overdo it. We've got plenty of time.

I hope.

Fin.