Snack at midnigth PART 1

It was a wonderful summer night. Elen lay over her bed, her head turned toward her window as the leaves played with the wind that caressed the limbs of the tree outside. She was closing her eyes, wondering if sleep would come swiftly. She wanted the night to pass, and the next day to finally arrive.

Antony was arriving the following day. He’d spent the last three weeks in Hong Kong, visiting his family as he always did at this time of the year.

It had been hard to be without him for such a long time. She’d been accustomed to his presence every day. Plus, she’d been wondering over the new aspects of their relationship that they had just embarked with a few weeks before.

She didn’t think she was addicted to their closeness and their desires, but she wanted to feel him inside of her. Her body had been primed to their lovemaking in the short amount of time that they had been exposed to it.

She slipped on to sleep, her mind replaying their last intimacy.

Elen awoke with a start, her senses disoriented because of sleep. Blinking profusely, she looked at her surroundings to see what had roused her from deep sleep so suddenly.

A figure emerged from the window, its tall and slim frame sliding toward the bed.

She turned on the lamp by her bed, revealing the face of the person.

“Antony!” She threw herself into his arms from the bed, the momentum making him fall against the floor. She placed kisses all over his face, while he laughed at her eagerness.

He wrestled her and placed himself on top, his body completely covering hers. He stroked her face before placing his lips over hers. Their kiss was slow and sweet, a memory of the first time they had finally kissed. Their tongues were dancing with each other, their lips hungry for contact.

“What are you doing here?” She asked when they finally came up for air. Their faces were flushed, their hands fluttering over each others’ bodies.

“I got in an earlier flight,” he explained, taking her in his arms and placing her on the bed. He slipped his shoes off, as she helped him take his jacket off.

He stood over her, taking in her presence and her attire. She was wearing one of his t-shirts, her legs completely bare as the fan by her bed blew streams of air into the room.

“Why didn’t you knock on the door?” She asked as she pulled him into her bed and snuggled into his side.

“It’s almost three in the morning Elen,” he whispered, his hand playing with her hair as he smelled it, his breaths deep. “I didn’t want to wake your brother as well as your father.” He could picture in his mind the tongue-lashing that Tomas would unleash on him, and the ensuing shouting match that would result.

He’d rather come to her window and announce himself to her, without having to deal with the fracas that any of his visits usually ensued. Plus, he had an ulterior motive. He couldn’t very well just come through the front door at three in the morning at her house and pull her into his arms in full view of her family and try to ravish her on her living room.

A full blush covered his features, his mind blanking out of Elen’s questions. He replayed a scene in his mind that would have him thrown out of the house by her brother and father.

“Antony!” she shook him, her hand waving over his eyes trying to get his attention.

“What,” he snapped out of his reverie, scrambling to remember what they had been talking about.

“You haven’t heard a thing that I have said,” she told him as she glared from his chest. Her mouth was set in a frown, her throat growling as he just stared at her.

She kissed him again. As soon as her lips touched his, his attention came back to it. His mouth opened, gently guiding hers to do the same. Their mouths played with one another, their teeth softly biting their lower lips, while their tongues explored each crevice of their mouths.

Elen draped herself all over his body, the t-shirt bunching around her waist. His hands were following the shape of her hips, while she merely traced his chest. Elen moaned loudly as his hand grabbed her breasts.

“Shh,” he shushed her, his mouth covering hers once again. Elen simply ignored his warning and concentrated in unbuckling his pants. The belt flew over her head as she threw it to the floor. The material clanged with other things on the floor, neither of them noticing the ensuing echo.

Antony shifted his legs, their positions reversed as Elen was pressed against the bedding. The coverlet was completely pushed off toward the floor, as the small bed was completely covered by the two teenagers.

Antony pressed his lower body against hers. His erection pushing against his pants and in turn against her sex. Elen mumbled incoherent words against his ear as he slipped her shirt from her chest, leaving it bare for his eyes.

Her breasts were just as he remembered. He’d spent the last 21 days going over every little part of her unclad body during the nights. He’d spent endless hours reminiscing every little accent of her breasts, the shape of her hips, while he recalled the way her body would trash beneath his hands as he explored it.

Her scent had followed him throughout the long days while he had attended family meetings with his elders. It had haunted him while he had meet old friends and compatriots. It had been in his mind while he had shifted from side to side in his own bed. It had completely haunted his dreams.

They had spent most of the times that they could find in their vacation over his house. Each exploring every corner of their bodies, noting the differences and their reactions to their touches. They had spent three blissful weeks, coming to realize that they would be separated by his travels to Hong Kong.

“I missed you,” he breathed against her breasts.

“Me, or my body,” the light bantering question seemed to need some time for an answer as he paused, seeming pensive against her naked chest.

“Let’s say both and stick with that,” he finally replied as his tongue went back to lavishing her breasts. They were puckered against his lips, shifting easily against his roughened hands. They felt dryer than before. She had memorized part of his texture with the endless times that they had traced her skin, making sure that she knew their size, roundness, and their proneness to flick against her nipples.

She knew he did it because she reacted easily to his touch in that area. Just the thought of his hands over her chest made them ache. It felt as if their whole purpose in life were to be touched by him. They conformed to his hand, their soft skin primed for his touch, be it with his hands or his mouth.

“Suckle them,” she ordered him as his tongue traveled from the upper cleavage to her nipples. He chuckled to her order and promptly complied. Her breathing hitched, as his wandering hand joined the juncture between her legs. Still, his main attention was on her breasts, as he suckled and played with them while his hand merely traced her opening over her panties.

She arched against his touch, the sensation in her legs taking precedence over anything else in the world. Her heart pounded against her ears, her eyes shut as she moaned against his hair.

Taking the chance that he pulled away from her skin, she unbuttoned his collar and pulled his shirt off. He in turn did the same for her, her shirt joining his on the floor. Her pressed against her once again, their bodies in synch in all places as they suckled each others necks.

Her hands moved over his uncovered back toward his butt. They went inside his back pockets, pressing against his ass. Her fingers felt a box, as they explored the whole square. She pulled it out, finally seeing what she had grabbed.

“Did you have this planned?” she asked him as she brought the packet just before his face. His attention wavered between her neck bones and what she was waving over his face. He tried to gauge her reaction as her face came into focus again.

Elen tried to look stern, while her lips were pursed together. She was sure that he was trying not to break over a grin as his hand traced her unperturbed lips.

“You haven’t been carrying this around for three weeks, have you?” She asked as she placed the condom over her nightstand, her hands reaching for the sides of his face so that he was right in front of her.

“No,” he responded easily. “I grabbed it from the house when I left my bags there by the front door.”

“And you came here because you couldn’t wait a few hours?” She asked incredulously as his hand slipped under her panties and finally felt her sensitive opening beneath his fingers.

“Yes,” he mumbled against her lips as her figure writhed against his body as his hands explored her fully. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Then don’t,” she told him as she unbuttoned his pants and brought the fabric to his knees, dragging his underwear as well. “Get inside me.”

The soft pronouncement was received with him rushing to get the last vestibule of clothing from his body. He felt so hard, that he wanted to feel himself encased in her heat as he thrust himself to the hilt of her softness.

“I love you Elen,” he said to her as she pushed him against the bed and grabbed the condom from the nightstand.