Fool's Gold

Enola and I lay snuggled up under a large blanket on the sofa. We were watching a random television show. I was lying between her legs with my head on her chest. She was running her fingers through my hair gently. I chuckled a bit when she kissed my forehead tenderly. Enola then wrapped her arms around my shoulders, hugging me close. I snaked my arms around her waist to hold her in the same way. I buried my face into her chest while she laid her lips on the top of my head. I bit my lip before kissing her clothed breasts gently. Enola giggled quietly and tightened her grip around my shoulders. I lifted my head for a moment to gaze into her eyes. She had the lusty eyes that I loved. I shifted forward so my hips were now between her thighs. I smirked at her.
"Are you going to kiss me or what?" Enola teased quietly. I grinned mischievously before meshing mouth to hers. I slowly dragged my fingers up and down Enola's thigh as I kissed her with delicate lips. She hummed into my mouth letting me know that she enjoyed the sensation. I slowly removed my lips from hers, letting a dissatisfied whimper fall from her mouth. I chuckled and led my lips down her jaw to her neck. I palmed her thigh, sliding my hand up toward her hip, moving her skirt out of the way. I wanted to fit between her legs better. While moving my kisses down her neck to her chest, I pressed my pelvis into hers, letting her feel my already distended length. Enola whined in the most pleasing of ways. I wanted her so badly. I'd been waiting all day for her to be wanting me just as badly. I had a head full of ideas for the night.
Just as I was about to open my mouth and tell Enola the first of my great ideas, a buzzer went off. I groaned and let my forehead drop to her chest. Enola started laughing loudly and she squeezed me with love.
"It's not funny." I panted against her chest. "I'm already going to fucking explode." I murmured to her. She giggled and pushed me back by my shoulders. I sat up and let her off the sofa. She ran to the door pushing her skirt back to the middle of her thighs. I heard the door open and Enola speaking politely. I felt my nerves unravelling. What if it was someone who didn't know her husband was out of town? What if we'd just gotten caught? I tapped my foot nervously as I waited for Enola to come back to the room. I heard the door close then Enola returned to the living room. I smiled up at her weakly. She held a bag in her hand with an apologetic smile.
"Want dinner?" She asked cutely. I shook my head quickly; I'd forgotten that she'd even ordered dinner. She set the bag down on the table in front of me. Enola then sat in my lap, straddling my thighs. I tried not to throw her down on the sofa when I saw the way her skirt had risen up her thighs again. She twined her fingers into my curls and spoke with concern, "Harry, you've not eaten since you've been here. It would make me feel better if you ate." I shook my head with a smirk. "Harry, come on." Enola pleaded. Instead of answering her I slammed my lips onto hers. She melted against me in an instant. I wrapped my arms around her waist tightly before standing from the sofa. Enola squealed and giggled. "Harry, what are you doing?" She asked winding her legs around my waist to keep her from falling.
"I'm not going to let you fall, baby." I murmured to her. She meshed her mouth to mine once again. I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. I wasn't taking any chances of being walked in on tonight.

I landed on the bed with Enola on top of me. I laid my head back on the pillows, smiling up at her. Enola lifted her eyebrow at me. Normally, I'd have flipped her onto her back already to rid her of all of her clothing. Not tonight. The first of my great ideas was letting her be in charge. I sat up and lifted her tank top over her head. I didn't want to cut the contact between my hips and hers so I removed her skirt in the same way. Enola laughed at how easily it came off. She lowered her lips to mine as she began to unbutton my shirt. I discarded her bra as she stripped me of my shirt. I smiled up at her as she lovingly rested her lips on mine. Enola threw my shirt to the floor before raking her nails down my chest. I hummed into her kiss. I loved when she did that. I grunted softly as Enola wiggled off my lap. She removed her last article of clothing. Enola was back in my lap without a moment’s notice. I tried not to laugh as she pushed me back onto the pillows with a bit of force. Enola meshed her lips to mine greedily. I gripped her bum playfully. Enola squealed into my mouth making me break the kiss to laugh. Enola's fingers skimmed the skin of my chest slowly. She knew what I wanted but was unsure of it. I sat up again and wrapped my arms around her securely. She needed to feel safe. This room never held a lot of safety for her.
I nuzzled her neck, "Take my love, Noli. Any way you want it." She stayed tense. "I want you to control me tonight." I whispered, smirking against her skin. I looked up at her when I felt her relax. Her eyes were laced with lust and fire. "Drive me crazy. Go wild." I kept the smirk when she pushed me back again. Staring up at her, I saw something change in her eyes.She was still full of lust and passion but there was something else hidden in them. I was excited to find out what it was.
Enola traced my neck with her warm, wet kiss. I was nearly squirming underneath her already. Is this how she felt when the roles were reversed? How was she able to keep her control as long as she did? A few moments of light, opened mouthed kisses to my chest and her fingernails on my biceps had me ready to lose my mind. I chewed on my bottom lip when Enola traced my nipple with her tongue. I contained a groan as her lips and tongue created a trail from my chest down to the waist of my jeans. Enola unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans carefully, showing tenderness to my rigid appendage. I lifted my hips quickly to assist her in getting my jeans and pants off. In one smooth, quick motion they were off my legs and on the bedroom floor. God, this woman was even turning me on just by preforming the smallest of tasks. In the next moment I couldn't help but let a moan tumble out of my mouth. Enola brushed her lips up my thighs as she caressed them with the most gentle of touches. I felt like I was going to burst. As if that wasn't enough for her, she enveloped my dick with her full, pink, satin lips, eliciting a loud gasp from me. She gazed up at me from underneath her eyelashes. I brushed my fingers against her hot, hollowed cheek. Enola smiled at me as she lifted her head slowly. I threw my head back into the pillows when she took me in even deeper. I turned my head to the side. I frowned seeing the photograph of Enola and Charles on their wedding day. I reached out and smacked it off the night stand. I had just meant to turn it over but I had no control over my actions. Enola's giving of pleasure was blocking all of my other senses. I heard the glass shatter but I didn't care. It wasn’t a memory she wanted anyway.
Enola kissed her way back up my torso. I couldn't help chuckling when she made a point to tease my extra nipples. Enola always though they were astounding. She giggled quietly when she heard me laughing then resumed her trail back to my lips. I wrapped my arms around her waist and shoulders, holding her close to me. She carefully moved to straddle my hips without losing our warm embrace. Enola pressed her lips to mine lovingly. I stroked her thighs as lightly as I could with just my fingertips. One of her favorite things. Enola sat up, looking down at me with the lusty eyes that I so enjoyed seeing. She bit her lip as she slid down on my length, a sot whimper falling from her lips. Enola gripped my shoulders, using me as leverage to steady her body. We both groaned when she started to move her hips in the most delightful of ways.
I held Enola's hips tightly. My mind was going a million miles a minute. She felt amazing. Every move she made drove me closer to falling off the edge. She was barely holding on herself. The rhythm of her hips and breathing were almost like music. I gazed up at her; everything about her in this moment was striking. The way her hair fell around her face. The way she swiftly moved it over her shoulder by running her hand through it. I was entranced by the way she circled her hips then threw them back and forth. I focused on the way the muscles in her thighs were flexing as well. Every single part of her was glowing. I didn't think it was possible but my arousal grew when her head dropped back for a moment. She was going to cum soon. With her face not visible to me for the moment, my eyes dropped to her breasts. How could every single part of her be so perfect? Even in this intense, rapid flurry of movements, they were still perfect as they bounced with her hips. Enola lifted her head back up, her eyes meeting mine. I knew the wonder in my eyes was visible to her because she smiled warmly at me. Something within her eyes changed again. They seemed darker almost. Enola began to bounce in my lap harder and faster. She dug her fingers into my chest as she used to me to steady herself. I loved how we were suddenly so primal. Enola threw her hips back and forth in quick, needy motions.
As Enola looked into my eyes once again, I realized more about her. More of why I loved her. The passion and fierceness. I always knew that she was passionate and fierce. She held a power within her that I'd only imagined in a woman. But with her, knowing it was completely different than feeling it. Feeling her fire, her intensity, her dominance was a force to be reckoned with. But also within her eyes, I saw a glimpse of what I had earlier, the emotion that was new. Freedom. I felt it with her as well. The sense of not having to be exactly what anyone wants. The feeling that you are enough just the way you are. No judgment for being yourself, saying what you mean, meaning what you say, acting completely on impulse. I had the eyes of six continents on me at all times and she was trapped in this hell of a house but together...we could be as we were intended. This woman bringing me to the edge of desire was the only woman I ever wanted to be with. She made me feel like the man I was supposed to be. And as she gazed down at me, her face showing how near to the edge she was, I knew it was the same for her as well.
Enola collapsed on my chest, panting and trembling. I held her close, well, as close as my limp arms would allow. I kissed her head gently and brushed her hair out of her face. Enola smiled against my bicep as she pressed her lips to the hot flesh. She hummed softly feeling my fingers dance up her spine to calm her exhausted body. She shifted on top of me to rest her head in the crook of my neck. We laid there just staring into each other's eyes. I buried my hand in her damp, wavy hair and pressed my lips to her forehead. My eyes slid closed when I felt her hand on my neck. Her touch was so dual natured. She either had the ability to create a wild fire within me or soothe me in a single moment.
"What's wrong, baby?" Enola whispered.
"I just missed you. And that was intense." I replied with a slight chuckle. Enola looked up at me with nervous eyes. "What? What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Wasn't too much?" She sounded almost self-conscious.
I shook my head with a smile, "Nope. No such thing." Enola blushed and pecked my lips. Her hand slid down my side, toward my hip. "You better watch those hands. We've been apart for almost three months. I've got time to make up for." I snickered. Enola giggled as my grip on her got stronger. I meshed my lips to hers much like I had earlier in the evening. Enola laughed crazily, throwing her head back a bit. My stomach had growled loudly. I laughed as well.
"Come on, Bear. Let's get cleaned up and eat." Enola said pushing off my chest. She rolled off me to the side of the bed. I almost forgot about the broken picture frame until she stood.
I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her back down to the bed, "Wait! Be careful. I knocked that picture over." I pointed to the black frame and glass shards on the floor where she was about to step. Enola frowned seeing the picture frame on the floor. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it." I murmured. I felt my heart drop a little. Why was she upset about it?
She shook her head and smiled weakly, "It’s okay. I just have to replace the glass as soon as possible." I lifted my eyebrow at her. "I'm going to get yelled at." She nearly whispered. My heart sank even more. It was going to be my fault. She wasn't upset about the photo but the aftermath. It was going to be my fault. "I have some at my studio. It should be okay." Enola saw my obviously concerned eyes and was trying to ease my tension. She kissed me sweetly, "It'll be alright, Bear. I'll fix it before he comes home."

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