Snack at Midnigth PART 2

“I know you do,” she tore the package open before encasing him with her hand. Her thumb rubbed the head, a bit of fluid bursting from his opening as he pulsed against her hand. “You’re always so hard.”

She leaned forward, her tongue tracing his erection from his testicles to the tip. He moaned, his teeth biting his lips to keep the sounds from being too loud and overheard inside the house.

Her fingernails traced the veins that protruded over the sides as she placed the condom over the tip. She fit it over the sides and slid it downwards, fitting over his length. Her hands covered him over it, as she moved her lower body toward it.

“You left my panties on,” she admonished him before standing over the bed in his full view before she stripped them down, slowly and painfully to watch. She let them down from both sides, letting him glimpse her uncover herself. His mouth remained open as he saw her fully bare beneath.

“You shaved?” His voice was strangled as his hands reached for her waist as she fell down to straddle his body.

“I wanted to see what it felt like,” she responded as she angled her hips, grabbed his erection and slid him into her opening. Using her knees and propulsion, she fell slowly, agonizingly and slowly letting him penetrate her. She savored the moment as he was fully inside of her, his hard on filling her completely.

“Are you going to move?” He asked as a minute passed and she just stayed still over him. She leaned forward, her hands anchoring her on the side of his shoulders. She pulled upwards with her hips, his pulsating erection rubbing against her clitoris, hardening it, and making her shudder in response.

Taking the initiative, Antony thrust inside while she shivered over him. One of his hands anchored her hovering body as the other traced her neck to her hovering breasts. He felt her give out, her hands coming around his neck, burying her neck against his nape.

Shifting her in his arms, he brought her around as he lay over her. Her legs laced with his, his thrusts increasing in tempo. Still, he lengthened the thrusts as he adjusted his angle for a time.

She cried out in his arms as an orgasm came over her body. Her body tingled as the aftershocks followed her nerve endings. He stilled inside of her as he felt her contract and shiver underneath him.

“Move again,” she finally told him as a bit of her body came back to her control. As he started again, she arched again, clenching the muscles of her vagina. She’d been trying it alone, while thinking of him inside of her the last three weeks that she had slept alone.

“Oh God,” he gasped as his thrust brought him to the edge. He gasped, as his release completely stilled his body, his elbows the only thing that was preventing him falling all over her. Her lips sought his, silencing his release as their hands intertwined with one another.

His head settled against the valley between her breasts as they let their heartbeats slow to a soft banter while their breathing returned to normal.

Antony sprung upwards, recalling the last few moments when she had cried out in his arms. His stance became rigid as he pulled away from her and slipped the condom off.

“What’s wrong?” Elen asked him as a yawn broke out from her tired features. The clock by her bedside was going toward four in the morning in a few seconds.

“Your brother is about to burst into your room and kick my ass, that’s what,” he whispered harshly as he listened to the background noises from the darkened house.

She giggled against the bed as she pulled the sheets from the floor and covered her body to her chest. She could be comfortable under his gaze naked as they made love, but she wasn’t quite sure that she could parade herself naked around him.

She snickered as he scrambled to pull on his pants as his underwear lay forgotten on the floor.

“Don’t snicker,” he went to a panic as he heard a clanking sound and flew to the bathroom, his pants hanging around his knees supported by his hands.

Elen just lay seated on her bed as she could clearly see bits of his clothing still littering the floor. His socks were by her slippers as his belt lay two feet from the front of the door. His jacket was draped haphazardly over the chair with his boxers in the middle of the walkway in the room.

He peaked out some minutes later, gauging the place before fully opening the door. Elen was propped against the headboard with her arms crossed as she inspected her fingernails.

“Where’s your brother?” He asked as he stepped into the room, still looking around for someone to spring up on him.

“At David’s place,” she responded, using her nails to flick under them and taking out the invisible dirt beneath them.

“Your father?”

“Doing research with his colleagues in the archeological library of the University.”

“your sister?”

“With my father,” Elen laughed at his expression. She flipped on the lamp by her bedside, flooding the room with some electricity.

“And we’re alone,” she rolled her eyes at his stating of the facts.

She knelt over the bed as he walked to her, his shoes still in his hand, with only his pants clearly fastened and in place. He threw his baggage on the floor once again before crawling to her side. He shifted behind her, so that she could lean on him and they could still fit on the very small twin bed.

“I like your bed better,” she told him as she blew the hairs against his chest softly.

“Me too,” he replied, shivering lightly as she continued to blow air bursts over his naked chest. “It’s definitely bigger isn’t it.”

“Oh, yes.”

“When are your brother and father coming home?” He asked lazily, as she unbuttoned his jeans once again.

“Not until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest,” she announced as she un-tucked the sheets from around her body and covered both of their bodies with it. She snuggled against his body, he wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders, resting against the outline of her breast.

“I’m exhausted,” Antony yawned against her hair as they settled in for some rest.

“Elen,” he roused her up a few minutes later. She groaned against his hand, but her eyes opened.

“What is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” he moved from the bed toward the chair and grabbed his jacket. He returned to the side and let her rest over his chest once again. “Here,” he grabbed one of her hands and placed it in one of its pockets.

Coming wide awake once again, Elen let her fingers wander over the pocket and felt a square and thin box. Her curiosity peaked, she pulled it out, as Antony threw the jacket to the floor.

Elen traced the engraved figure over the box, which was quite simple and beautiful at the same time. There was a full moon at one of the corners, while a black shrouded wolf howled at it from one side. On the other side was the image of a tree, full of leaves and flowers, and a girl standing bellow it simply waiting.

She traced the figures, her fingers straying over the wolf and the girl as flowers fell from the tree.

“The maker thought I was crazy to ask for such art over a simple box,” Antony chuckled as he recalled the man’s shocked face when he had heard Antony’s offer of payment. “You know my name means little wolf, and I asked that he resemble the Elen trees from Japan with what he placed.”

“It’s beautiful,” she said, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth before opening the clasp and opening the box. Her hand covered her mouth as she looked at what it contained.

“Do you like it?” He asked her as she simply stared at it. He glanced at the necklace, the gold outlines glowing under the light reflected from the lamp.

“It’s gorgeous,” she replied as her fingers traced the chain. It had trail of roses embroiled together, while a heart was at its center. The heart was in gold as a small ruby was placed on its left half. Her hand trailed the outline of the heart and found a clasp that opened it. On one side was a small frame of one of their pictures that they had taken at school together. The other side was engraved of “To Elen, the love of my life, for together and always.”

She placed the box, leaving it open by the bed on the nightstand and snuggled back to his side. “I love it, almost as much as I love you,” she burrowed into his side as her eyes closed in exhaustion their yawns completely overtaking them. “I’m too tired to thank you properly,” a smile broke over her tired face. “But tomorrow is another day.”

“Yes,” Antony felt her breaths deepen as she fell toward slumber. His body was tired, but his brain felt too wired. He was glad that no one else had been at home, or some calamity would have happened. Still, he got the midnight snack that he had been yearning for the last three weeks. And that in the end was enough to risk his skin.

Although, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to actually pull something like this under Tomas’s own nose. Shaking his head, Antony let the thought simmer as his mind shut down from exhaustion.

The exhilaration of such a thing would bring Elen to agree with him. A smile came over his face as he went to sleep, Elen wrapped inside his embrace where she belonged.