Seattle (NSFW)

Her favorite part of this city was their apartment. They did not have a lot of furniture, but that made their quaint home feel massively spacious. In fact, the studio apartment had the kitchen, living area, and bedroom, all huddled into the same space. The only doors were the door which led to the outside, the coat closet door, and the door to the bathroom. And yet, to Charlotte, she was living lavishly. Perhaps the key to the illusion was their window wall.

The bedding, which was more of a gigantic bed pallet, was butted against the window wall. It was cartoonishly large, yet fit within the frame of the window wall perfectly. 'Window wall' may not be the most poetic way to describe it, but that's exactly what it was. They lived on the top floor of the building and this wall was made entirely of panes of glass. It arched back into a half dome, before connecting with the structure of the building. If it were not for this chic architecture, they could not justify the tiny living space. That day, as the Seattle sky often does, it rained.

Charlotte sat with her back to the window, with her recently acquired copy of Mansfield Park in her lap. The rain outside was delicate, yet persistent - the light, dim, but not yet too dark. As she read, the shadows of trickling raindrops danced all around her and the pages of her book. Her tea was just within arm's reach on the nightstand near the giant cushion. The smell of lemon and honey filled her peaceful sanctuary. Her mug, steaming the delightful fragrance about the room, sat beside another mug, which she set out for Jaime.

As much as she hated it, Jaime had to pick up an extra half-shift on Saturdays. It cut into the time that they got to spend together, but Charlotte understood. His work had let out a while ago, and he would undoubtedly be home any moment, but he was running later than normal. As Charlotte tried to bury her anxieties into her book, she could not help but continue to glance at the door. Just as her therapist had advised her, as her panic began to escalate and her mind began to race, she devoted her attention more and more deeply to the letters on the page.

Finally, a beam of light from the hallway pierced into the overcast apartment, followed by a return to the gray. She heard his heavy footsteps trudge inside. Charlotte could tell by his gait from the door to the kitchen area that Jaime was exhausted, but, still blinded by the sudden light from his entrance, she could not see him.

"Baby?" She asked, into the shadows.

"Hello beautiful," he replied heavily, obviously weary from his job.

"I made you some tea to warm you up!"

She heard him softly chuckle. Her eyes were beginning to readjust to the shade of the apartment and could make out his figure as he made the short walk towards her.

"Sorry I'm a little late. I brought you some coffee, to warm you up." Charlotte's heart danced with excitement. Despite all of their years together, his extra duties at work, and the rain dampening his clothes, he still had her comfort and wellbeing at the forefront of his mind. He sauntered over, carefully placed their coffees on the little space remaining on the nightstand, and plopped down onto their massive cushion. His drop of weight popped her up slightly, just enough to scoot the two of them together.

Jaime then pulled her body into his lap as they lied together, spooned against Charlotte's side, with her legs draped over his bent knees. They said nothing else. The drops pelting against the window and the occasional rumble of distant thunder were the only noises in the world. He pulled her closer, and she wiggled herself tighter towards him. Within their embrace, she could feel his warm breath on her neck. His arms wrapped over her shoulders and chest. She felt, not only the weight of his arm, but the force of him actively pulling her towards himself tightly. Charlotte grabbed his hand and held it up towards the sky, as they looked into each other's eyes. It was bright enough that they could see the details in their faces, but so dampened by the overcast that their hands casted no shadow.

Charlotte had the deepest, most soulful eyes, which appeared dark and infinite in the dimness of the clouds. Jaime could not help but stare into them, helplessly transfixed upon their beauty. Despite the years they have been together, he still got overwhelmed at just how attractive he found her to be.

As she peered back to him, they shared an unspoken agreement. They could feel it in each other's bodies: the way they breathed changed; their hearts beat to a faster rhythm; they repositioned on the bed so that they were lying, full body, side by side. Slowly, Jaime leaned into Charlotte and began kissing her.

Charlotte could not help but roll onto her back and close her eyes as their kissing continued. She was eager for their moment to skip right to the good part, but he was appreciating this moment - this is the good part. He stopped kissing her and pulled back enough to watch her. He wanted to see how she wriggled and squirmed with anticipation. He brushed her hair back, sprawling it all around the pillow on which she rested her head. Her dark hair contrasted sharply against the white sheets. Her neck, now exposed, was one of his favorite teasing spots.

He slowly touched her neck in long strokes, up and down, reaching up to her ear and then back down to her collarbone. He slid his fingers just an inch or so underneath the neck opening of her shirt and allowed his hand to slide side to side, feeling the goosebumps rise on her chest. Charlotte's breathing was entirely under his command. He could watch her breasts rise and fall with his touch. The closer he got to her nipples, the more intensely she arched her back, trying to navigate herself underneath his hands. He was careful not to let her. He was the one driving. He would pull his hand back any time she tried too eagerly to control the pace of the moment. Jaime lifted her shirt to expose her belly. It was hard for him to pick a favorite part of her body, but her stomach was definitely up there. To most anyone else, it might be nothing substantial. Just a large swath of smooth skin with a navel in the middle. But it was hers. Which meant that it was his, too. Knowing that drove him crazy. As raindrops danced down the large sheets of glass, they left her body glittered with trails of shadows. He followed one rain drop’s path, which started at the top-left of her stomach, made a zigzag path before passing over her bellybutton, and then slowly started lower.

He allowed the raindrop to guide him, as he slid his hands beneath her shorts. They were pajama sweat shorts, which were soft to the touch and allowed for plenty of freedom of movement. Still maintaining control, despite her full body contractions nonverbally pleading for him to go further, he used one finger to glide up and down on the line of her underwear. He slid along the seam that hugged her thigh so tightly. Then he decided to give her a tease of what she’d been craving. He pressed against her with some pressure, feeling her underwear start to dampen, as he slid his hand forward and backwards against her.

She panted, helplessly. It was such an intense pleasure to not get what she wanted. Her hands balled into fists, gripping the bed. Her back arched so intensely that it was painful. Her thighs trembled, and her toes curled. The feeling of Jaime on the outside of her was maddening. She groped at his shirt, which was still buttoned, and tugged on it. She intended to do much more - but now he was doing circles on top of her with his fingers. Every time he got to the top, he put just a tiny bit more pressure. She was pulsing in tune with the rhythm of him.

He could hear it in her breath, which was getting shallow and fast. Her soft moans. The lines of the muscles of her neck became distinguished, as her head sat up, flexed. So he knew it was time - to stop. He pulled his hand out and slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Charlotte wasted no time at the opportunity. She quickly pulled off everything she was wearing and threw it frustratingly across the floor. Jaime smiled. The difference between a lay and a lover, was that a lover frustrates their partner on purpose. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew exactly what she wanted and he would decide when she could have it. The time was coming.

They were both undressed, and he lied beside her. She reached and caressed the ripples of muscles on his back. He was not necessarily a muscular man, but in the position he was holding, his back felt incredible. She could feel his strength. And she wanted it. She wanted him. She pulled at him, and at last, he moved onto her. His weight bared down between her legs, forcing them apart. She threw them around his waist and started grinding up and down on his belly. He forced himself down against her, pushing his stomach right between her legs. She humped against him, so eager to begin. And then, at long last, he slid inside of her. Slowly at first. Barely even entering before backing out.

At this point, his restraint and patience had depleted, and he was just as aroused as she was. He decided to gently lay all the way down against her. His stomach pushed all the way to hers, her breasts against him, and himself, all the way inside her. Barely removing himself at all, he slid out and back in, out and in, keeping as much of himself inside of her as he could while still moving. He tried to focus his pelvis to gently bump into her clit with each stroke. And fuck, was it working. All the while, he had one hand gently pinching her right nipple. His other hand was turning her head with his lips kissing and nibbling the opposite side of her neck.

He was truly maximizing any opportunity he could to satisfy her. As her breathing began to hasten again and he knew she was getting close, he focused all of his efforts on maintaining his rhythm, careful to not get too distracted or excited by his achievement with her. Her ears began to ring as she felt her whole body flex and tense. She squeezed him in a hug that was far more powerful than just a hug. As he felt her grip relaxing on him and her muscles start give, he accelerated his pumping inside her. She came again, letting out a loud groan, helpless to keep it to herself. She tried to relax, but every time she did, Jaime would repeat this pattern, and made her come over and over.

Once he knew that she was adequately satisfied, he knew he could finish too. He ran the pattern one more time, and this time, as Charlotte flexed all of her muscles and gasped for breath, he decided to pump harder and faster inside of her, wrapping her in his arms and embracing her tightly. “Oh… fuck…” escaped his lips, as he exploded inside of her.

She felt the warmth of his cum oozing out, dribbling down her ass. She felt his rigid muscles finally relax. He continued to give her gentle kisses along her neck and cheeks, before just resting his forehead to her ear. She felt his breathing starting to slow down. She held him in her arms tightly, letting her fingers slowly scratch his back. Then, without either of them realizing it, they both sort of drifted to sleep, the sound of the rain against the window playing their lullaby.