Tomorrow Never Knows, part eleven

While Fergus turned down the bed sheets and lit some candles, Neala availed herself of the facilities. As she washed her face and hands, she decided to use a washcloth to give her lady parts a little dab and freshen up. She adjusted her boobs to make sure that her nipples were both lined up and facing the same direction. Then she rinsed her mouth with a little bit of toothpaste, ran her fingers through her hair, and returned to Fergus’ bedroom.

The candles were a lovely touch, she swooned. She was touched that he was taking the time to create some ambience and put her at ease while also nurturing their shared yearning.

As for Fergus, he’d decided against using anymore of Kelan’s medication. “There will be no need for such Halloween candy tonight,” he quietly assured himself. Given their recent activity in the living room, he was cautiously optimistic that his libido was sound, as he had to walk sideways up the stairs to avoid revealing his arousal. And if Neala had noticed, she didn’t seem to mind.

“Come here,” he said to her with a gravelly groan in his voice. Sh*t. He’d meant for it to sound sexy, but his throat was parched and he sounded more like bull frog than a smooth operator.

She smiled and walked towards him, shoulders back, chest out, as her mother and aunts had drilled into her as a teenager. Whether she felt it or not, she held herself with a confidence that he found at once as hot and as intimidating as old hell.

“Yes?” she asked, presenting herself to him as he’d requested.

Fergus found himself at a loss for words. He legitimately didn’t know what to say next. “Ok, she’s here, so now what?” he thought to himself. “Say something. Say SOMETHING, idiot.”

“Ah… you good?” he tried. Sh*t. “Keep it together, man!” he silently admonished himself.

“I am,” she said with certainty. “Are you?”

He swallowed audibly. “Oh yes,” he replied, his voice now slightly higher pitched and less bull frog like. “I am very well.”

“Kiss me,” she said firmly but softly.

He placed his hands on her waist, squeezed gently, and pulled her towards him.

Their lips met and picked up where they left off, their tongues revealing themselves to one another once more. As their mouths continued their mutual taste expedition, their hands pleasingly roamed each other’s bodies. She paused at his belt buckle as he paused at her shoulder straps.

“Are we doing this?” she asked with a nervous giggle.

“Uh huh,” he responded as he leaned in to kiss the sweet spot where her neck met her left shoulder.

She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants.

He slid the shoulder straps of her dress down the length of her arms, causing her dress to fall loosely to the floor.

She assisted him in doffing his shirt and encouraged him to step out of his pants.

She stood before him in her matching purple bra and panties; he stood there with his mouth agape in his boxer briefs and dress socks. She bit her bottom lip and looked him up and down.

He decided that she looked far sexier than he felt. He regretted that there was no sexy way to remove his dress socks unless he opted to haul them off along with his underwear. He was pondering how he might seamlessly perform such a feat when he was alerted to the reality that she had unhooked and removed her bra and was now sliding off her panties. His jaw dropped lower still. “Jesus, Neala…” he managed to utter before he made the knee-jerk split-second decision to immediately haul off his drawers and his socks. Not so sexy, but effectively.

He made a lunge-like motion towards her and together, they tumbled sideways onto the bed, kissing passionately and pawing at one another.

“Oh Fergus…” moaned Neala.

“Oh Neala…” moaned Fergus.

“Just go easy - I’ve got a wonky left hip,” she cautioned.

He smiled and moved her hair from her face, tucking it behind her right ear. “Ditto for my sciatica,” he chuckled.

They laughed and caressed and gently tossed and turned, gradually falling into a rhythm.

Neala lay on her back while Fergus ran his lips and finger tips down her sternum and abdomen, letting his mouth linger along her bikini line, teasing her with his tongue.

She ran her fingers through his hair with one hand, stroking his neck and right ear lobe with the other.

He paid attention to her breathing, sensing what seemed to give her pleasure, wanting to reinforce that feeling. She lay there and surrendered to it, blissful and content, welcoming him into her.

“Is this ok,” he said, more as a statement than a question as he rose above her and she allowed her legs to separate.

“God yes,” she sighed.

Slowly, they allowed nature to take its course.

In the distant sky above, the Orionid meteor shower danced for them, silent fireworks in celebration of their union. They were unaware. Other than their own breathing, the only flashes they saw came from within, and the only other sound they heard was this…

“Gah! Oh Christ, my hamstring…”

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