Bedtime Reading

It was late when Shepard got back. He entered his quarters quietly, suspecting that Ash would be asleep. The lights were off and just a faint glow permeated the space. As he walked quietly toward the bed he could see her, laying peacefully on her back, her dark hair flared out upon the white pillow. He smiled, and reminded himself once again how lucky he was before he undertook the task of taking off his uniform to get into bed.

When he had finally stripped to his boxer briefs, he made his way to his side of the bed and lifted the covers. He slipped into bed and just as he began to nestle in he felt something on his leg. He furrowed his brow, reached down and pulled out a book, Undressed by the Boss. The corner of his mouth turned up in amusement. Ash had insisted she hated romance novels and would never read a piece of trash like this, yet clearly she had read quite a bit just this evening. The page was dog-eared at the thirteenth chapter.

Shepard had, in fact read the book. What had started as something he’d read merely to pass the time once awhile ago he had discovered was embarrassingly satisfying. And he remembered chapter 12. Chapter twelve was when the boss and the underling had finally had sex, and he remembered it to be a particularly memorable chapter.

He glanced at Ash’s night stand. A half empty bottle of wine was there, as well as a half empty glass. So she had made an evening of this, he chuckled to himself. And she’d stopped just after the first good part of the book. In a moment he realized what that probably meant, and the image of Ashley touching herself and moaning flashed into his mind. And then it stayed there. It persisted in his brain as he lay there, propped on his elbow, looking at her. He might have been able to ignore it after a moment, but then she shifted slightly in her sleep, allowing a soft coo to escape her beautiful lips. There was absolutely no way he could sleep now, not with her looking so beautiful.

He took a moment to study her face in the dark. The dim light played enticing shadows on her face. Her lips, plump and delicate, parted then just slightly as she let out a small breath. Her eye lids fluttered. She was dreaming. He argued with himself about whether or not to wake her. He decided on a compromise. He reached for her cheek, touching it lightly with the back of his finger. She responded slightly to his touch, but did not wake. His eyes traveled to her throat, noticing her pulse there. In her stillness he could see it beating gently and evenly. He caressed her neck, very lightly, then pulled his fingers over her lovely shoulder and down one of her arms. She shifted again, responding to his touch and he realized he’d made his decision.

He would wake her. But not yet. He had no other desire at the moment but to blanket her sleeping form with tender kisses. The thought caused his blood to stir. Shifting slowly and gently so as not to wake her, Shepard carefully blanketed her body with his, one leg coming to rest between hers, the other on the outside of one of her legs. He rested no weight on her. Looking down upon her, he noticed her long eyelashes, saw her chest move as she breathed. Her breasts beneath her thin tank top looked soft and inviting. He focused on a soft bit of skin just under her ear and brought his lips to it softly. He placed a delicate kiss there and then moved his lips to the side of her neck. She made a tiny noise when he made contact. It was one of her favorite spots. It never failed to drive her wild. She was exquisite below him as his warm breath and warmer lips traced pillow soft kisses on her throat, her collarbone, her shoulder. Involuntarily she moved below him with a small, barely audible moan that sent a familiar and unmistakable warmth through his entire body.

She was responding to his touch, but she remained blissfully asleep, completely vulnerable, amazingly gorgeous. The blood to his groin had begun to flow there and he felt himself straining slightly against his boxers. He kissed her chest above her top, kissed one of her breasts through the fabric. The warmth of it was enough to arouse him fully, and now he ached, pushing against his cotton prison. His mouth traveled lower to her stomach and kissed through her shirt. His warm hand pushed it up slightly, revealing her belly button and the fit tummy surrounding it. He placed a series of kisses on her stomach, breathing onto her. She moved again, mewled and then exhaled slowly. The smell of her skin made him breathless. She had used a lotion she had that smelled very faintly of jasmine. It was his favorite.

He was losing his patience with himself, forcing himself to take his time, but he needed to taste her. He sat up and finally removed his own underwear, watching her move gently below him. He smiled at her adorable white cotton panties. They were tremendously sexy on her. But he needed them off.

He slid one of his arms under the slight arch of her back and with his open hand on her lower back gently lifted her hips just enough for his other hand to slide her panties down. He then replaced her on the bed. She smiled, and Shepard wondered if maybe she was only pretending to be asleep at the moment. He smiled.

Slowly, deliberately he peeled off her panties, letting them glide over the skin on her gloriously long legs. When he’d finally removed them he settled down with his face near her middle.

He had decided that few things in this world were as beautiful as Ash’s pussy. Even in the dark he could see the perfect shape of it, the rapturous softness of her petals. He looked up at her face, then back at her center and barely touched his lips to her. He heard her respond softly. He enveloped the area in a full kiss, causing her hips to writhe gently. One full, slow lick made her shudder slightly. She tasted sweet. He loved the taste of her, how it lingered lightly on his lips. Softly, he took one small beautiful lip between his lips and sucked for just a second. She glistened in the dim light, and his whole tongue made careful, slow circles over the entire area. He kissed her, over and over, using his tongue and lips as he would if he were kissing the lips on her face.

She was responding with sleepy, quiet affirmations and involuntary gentle hip movements. By this time, Shepard guessed she was somewhere between being in a lucid dream state and being slightly awake. She was clearly aware of what was happening, her beautiful soft whimpers encouraging him.

His warm mouth surrounded her clit. He let the tip of his tongue flick it gently for a moment, and then he sucked for just a second. The short, breathy cry that escaped her lips was the last thing he needed to hear. It was time to wake her fully.

He moved, covering her body with his and brought his face close to hers. He ran a thumb across her cheek. She smiled. He smiled.

“Hey,” he whispered. She opened her eyes, the sleepy smile across her face growing bigger.

“I just had the greatest dream,” she whispered. They both chuckled softly. He kissed her lips then for the first time that night and she actively kissed him back, bringing one of her hands to the back of his head. Their bodies melted into complimentary positions then as they kissed, and the tip of him found her. He entered slowly as her legs spread further and her fingers dug gently into his back, savoring the hot tightness of her.

Their bodies fell into a slow rhythm in the dark and Shepard pushed gently then withdrew over and over.

“Ah, ohgod” Ash whispered between gloriously tortured breaths. Ash’s hands were warm on his back. Her breath was still slightly minty from having brushed her teeth. It pushed into his mouth as he kissed her. He liked being over her like this, liked the intimacy of the position, liked that he could whisper in her ear, kiss her neck and lips and watch her face. Her face, when he fucked her was always beautiful, always honest, told him so much about what she was feeling and what of that felt good.

And her face was telling him she was nearing climax. Her breath quickened and she held him tighter. He stilled his movements almost to nothing, pushed himself into her completely, and allowed her to move under him, grinding up to him, writhing, finding the spot that would make her come. He felt her flutter, the feeling pulling him closer to his own orgasm.

She brought one knee up to the side of her chest and Shepard aided by holding it there as she bucked against him. “oh…ohfuck…ah…mm…ohmakemecum…yeah…” He could barely understand her words she was so breathless. Her movements had caused a glisten of sweat to appear on her chest. Finally, Ash released a series of harsh, but quiet exhales and Shepard could feel her clench hard, release him, clench again, quiver and push herself farther onto him. The base of his cock became wet with her cum, each pulsating tremor pushing a tiny bit more onto him. “oh god,” she laughed quietly.

Shepard chuckled and kissed her mouth. “Yeah?” he asked.

She responded by grabbing his hips and pushing him deeper. “Ohyeah,” she breathed. “You feels so good.”

Shepard was thrusting slowly again, propped up with his arms, approaching his own release. His breath became harsh. He closed his eyes, felt Ash touch his face. He lifted his head as he started to come and pushed into her as deep as he could, holding himself there almost motionless. He growled quietly with each pronounced spasm that spilled his hot cum into her. His balls and shaft tensed hard over and over and he thought for moment he might never stop coming.

He collapsed downward slowly, pressing his body to hers near the end of his euphoria. She kissed his ear and bit his earlobe gently. “I like the way your cum feels” she whispered. He was dizzy, breathing into her neck. He lifted his head to look at her face. She smiled.

He kissed her mouth. “You feel amazing,” he said, his quiet voice husky from the remnants of his desire. She kissed him again and he removed himself slowly from her, spilling some of their mixed fluids on the bed. She winced at the broken contact. He rolled over onto his back next to her and they lay there breathing for just a moment.

Finally, Shepard laughed. “How are you liking the book?” he asked.

“What book?” She said innocently.

“The one I Found next to you when I came in.” He was grinning.

She gasped, rolling over to bury her face in his chest. “I meant to put that away!”

He pulled her into a hug as they laughed and she settled in onto him.

“You know,” he started. “…There is a sequel. Just saying.”

She giggled. “There’d better be a sequel to this here,” she said, flirty.

“Oh you can count on it.”

They cuddled and chatted quietly for a little while, each moment reminding Shepard how amazing Ash was. Eventually, in the dark, quiet found them again, and the hum of the ship, lulled a very satisfied couple of readers to sleep.