Lost and Found - 27

27  

(WARNING: adult content)

                

              “I’m stuffed!” Amelia announced dropping to lie on a sofa in front of the smouldering fire.  Sol had followed her in with two glasses of brandy. After handing her one, he threw a few more logs into the ashes and stoked the hearth until flames once again licked up the chimney. “You always were king of sorting out the fire!”

He nodded, “it’s basic physics Meal, you know?” Happy with the fire, he lifted her feet then sat, laying her feet back in his lap. “Do you want to go to the pub later? Join in the sing-along?”

She shrugged, “I don’t want to go anywhere at the moment.” She glanced at the window, “and in case you hadn’t noticed there’s a lot more snow out there than when we came home.”

                “I’ve already found your father’s wellies, and there is a cloakroom full of winter coats, so I’m not worried about the weather.”

Amelia looked at him coyly, “seems like you’ve thought of everything!”

Taking a slug of his brandy before smiling he replied, “not everything, but most things.”

Since they’d both lived there a large wall-mounted flat screen TV had replaced the black and white cabinet model that her father had refused to upgrade through their childhood. As Amelia flicked through the channels, Sol automatically started to massaged her feet, his thumbs running over the tight tendons under the arches of each one. After a few seconds she threw down the TV controls and shut her eyes.

                “It’s no use” she surrendered. “I can’t multitask when something feels THAT good!”

It was the most wonderful fifteen minutes of her recent life, nothing to do but absorb the ludicrously sensual sensations that were flooding through her body, waves of heat directly linked to the actions of his hands.  When she finally looked up, Amelia found him watching intently, and knew he was enjoying her pleasure, and she again was warmed by this new, selfless Sol.

Running a hand up her calf he smiled, “I think we should go for a quick stroll, a tramp in the snow before it gets dark, Elf is on at six.”

                “I LOVE that film!”

He grinned, “me too! So come on!” He deposited her feet on the floor. “Dress as warm as you can. See you at the front door in five!”  It sounded ridiculous to arrange to meet like that, but between rushing to bedrooms, cloakrooms and the kitchen to collect various warm items, it was no joke.

Amelia loved the crunch of the heavily packed snow under the boots she’d had the forethought to pack.  Li’s Christmas gift this year had been a multicoloured knitted hat, so that was useful too. Striding out she looked up at the darkening sky, the snow had stopped for a moment, but the ominous black clouds hinted that there was a lot more to come. She had almost finished her little snowman when Sol emerged from the house. She chuckled, he was wearing boots that were a few sizes too big and brought a ‘flipper’ quality to his gait, then there was the Barbour coat that ironically was a little small. He had no choice as the inappropriate coat he’d brought with him from London was still soaked from the trip home from the pub earlier.

After wrapping a spare scarf around Mr Frost and finding stones for his face, she stood up, brushing the snow from her glove.

                “What do you think?” she called across to him.

He smiled, “best looking man around here!”

Chuckling at the usually suave Sol struggling through the snow, she stooped up a handful scoop of snow, moulded it into a ball and then launched it. Catching him unaware in the neck, she laughed at his squeal of indignation. Then she started to run as he chased her through the eight inches of snow. Eventually he caught her and tackled her to the ground, but the fall into a drift of snow was gentle and she laughed as he loomed over her with his own fist filled with snow. As his hand zoomed towards her face she squealed, but at the last minute he deviated and smashed it against her hat.

His face was a breath from hers and Amelia knew he was going to kiss her, and she didn’t know what to make of that. All day they’d joked, played tricks, chatted...it had been so comfortable. Suddenly she worried that this closeness might spoil everything. His body was heavy against hers, and despite the cold of the snow against her neck and the parts of her body devoid of cover, she was anything but chilly, in fact, she was hot, very hot.

Sol’s eyes were on hers, and seemed to flit from eye to eye as he studied her, trying to work out what she was thinking. Amelia didn’t know if it was nervousness or anticipation that caused her to thrust out her tongue and drag it over her bottom lip, but as she did, Sol groaned. And it seemed to be his undoing. Dropping his head, he found her lips, and for a split second there was that familiarity, safety, homely sensation that Amelia had spent her whole life searching for.

But it didn’t last long. Amelia’s hands flew to his head, pulling him closer, Sol, propped on his elbows seemed to sink into her. His lips moved over hers, his teeth tugged at that lip that had teased him by being licked. When his tongue slid past her lips, she moaned, loving the sensation of him overpowering her. But it couldn’t last, and Sol smiled into the by now out of control kiss, as she pushed against him, and succumbing, he let her roll him over, sit astride him. Rather than being dominated by Amelia, he loved that his hands were free, and he ran them over her cotton clad thighs, finally settling on her buttocks, pulling her body into his as she peppered kisses over his lips, his cheek.

When she nuzzled into his neck he could take no more, lifting her head, face secured between his hands, he kissed her again. This time it was controlled, deliberate and a full on lip seduction. When he broke apart, gazed down at her, it was with a passion filled look that seemed to strip her bare.

                “Are you sure about this Meals?” suddenly he seemed so nervous, so unsure of himself that she felt a surge of affection. When she nodded he smiled, “that’s good because my legs are starting to go numb from the cold. I didn’t want to have to pin you down and remind you of my good side much longer.”

                “Maybe I’m just desperate?” she smiled as she said the words.

                “I don’t care why you want this, I just love that you do!”

Standing, he offered her a hand pulling her up to join him, then he landed another kiss on her lips, “think I need to get out of these really wet clothes!”

Reaching her arms around his neck, she wrapped her fingers into his hair, “what here? Now?”

                “As tempting and as desperate I am, it is far too cold out here.” Sweeping a lock of hair behind her ear, he added, “and as romantic snow seems, chilblains on my arse would be anything but!”

                “I hear you!”

As they’d lay in the snow, more had started to fall, and by the time they got back to the house, their footprints were disappearing. Inside the hallway, they stamped the snow from their boots, and slid out of the coats.

Sol reached for the lights, but nothing happened, just a ‘click’.

                “Power cut?” he suggested. “Do you know where the candles are? I’d better get the fire burning; this house is cold at the best of time. With no heating we could bloody freeze!”

Amelia found the large stash of candles in the kitchen and filled four large hurricane lanterns so that the lounge took on a glow. Sol was in and out of the side door with arms full of chopped wood for the fire.

                “I just called the power company, they can’t assess the damage until the snow stops,” he offered. “There may be no repairs until the morning.”

                “We’re better sleeping down here then,” Amelia agreed. “The fire and the light...I’ll get as many duvets as I can, it could be a long night!”

Half an hour later, Amelia was layering the blankets and duvets to make a bed of sorts when Sol joined her. He had two glasses of brandy and had changed out of his snow wet clothing.

                “Here, take this!”  Handing her the drink he stood next to her, looking down into the glow and enjoying the warmth of the crackling fire.  Taking the drink she sipped it gratefully.  “Talk about passion killing!”   

Amelia laughed, “and there was me looking forward to seeing Elf!”

Suddenly it was all a little awkward, despite their earlier desire and passion. All Amelia wanted was to throw herself at Sol, to bask in his gaze, receive his kisses, here as she warmed her toes by the fire.

Taking a deep breath, she set her glass on the mantelpiece, then turned back to him. One hand on his chest, the other cupping his jaw, she placed a kiss on his lips, and it was all the trigger he needed. Suddenly their mouths were mashed together, their bodies touching along their whole length. With a ratchet of groan interspersed movements, he powered over her until she was wrapped around him responding with fervour to his every move, to his every touch.

When his hand slid under her shirt touching the sensitive skin above her hip she gasped, ripples of heat and excitement   swirling around her pelvis like an express train. His thigh had pushed between hers and as his lips travelled to her collar bone, nudging at the opening to her shirt, she felt herself writhe against him, clamping her thighs around him and grinding her pelvis into him like some sort of wanton hussy. But she didn’t care. She knew, hell she could feel, that he felt the same way and was as close to losing the plot as she was.

Amelia let her hands slide under the waistband of his joggers, settling her palms on his firm buttocks, and they tensed and relaxed as he shifted his weight, backing her to the wall. But it wasn’t until she raked her fingers over them attacking his sensitive skin that he lifted his lips from her skin and groaned in some sort of animalistic way. It only served to excite her further.

Stepping back Sol started to unbutton her shirt in a slow deliberate manner, revealing her body inch by inch, from her angled collar bone, to the voluptuous curve of her lace clad breasts, to her slightly rounded stomach.

                “God you are beautiful Hot-Meal-ia,” and this time as he spoke her name it had even more depth to it. Sliding her shirt off her shoulders, his hands rose to trace up her body to cup each breast, his eyes watching as his thumbs found her nipples and teased them in to hard points that strained against the lace of her bra.

                “Sol,” she moaned, barely recognising her own voice. Desperation to touch him, to feel him was growing at a rapid rate, so she found the hem of his jumper and pulled it up over his chest. Grinning he helped her bare himself and then stood there allowing her to touch his defined pecs, his own hard nipples, the hair that trailed from his chest in a narrow band to the waistband of his trousers. 

With a snap he’d unhooked her bra, and there was another level of insecurity as he studied her. She’d always felt her breasts were too big, though most men begged to differ that you could never have too much, her nipples seemed too prominent, her waist too thick, her hips too rounded. But in his more than appreciative examination, she felt desirable, wanted. In fact her body warmed under his eyes.

Taking her hand he led her to the rug warming in front of the fire and lowered her to sitting then lying. Unhooking the belt, then the buttons at the waist of her jeans, he started to pull them over her hips. Another tantalising tease as her hips, thighs and calves appeared slowly to his view.  Throwing the denim over his shoulder, he raised up to pull down his own loose trousers. His slinky shorts were tight and the glow of the fire highlighted every inch of him and Amelia felt her mouth go dry at the sight...then the thought.

Stretched out alongside her, she cradled his head as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his fingers teasing the other. The sensation of his teeth, his tongue, fingers and lips were causing a sensory overload. Her head lolled from side to side, her body arching off the floor.

                “Sol! Please...”

The soft chuckle against her chest was as erotic as the kisses, then she froze, panic at the knowledge that he was lowering his mouth and trailing kissed down over her stomach, to the lace of her panties.

                “Sol!”

The plea was more of a protest this time, but Sol shook his head, hooking his thumbs around the edge of her knickers he pulled them over her hips, then settled beside her, easing her thighs apart.

                “I want all of you Meal, and you get all of me!”

But she could barely tolerate the attention, the intensity, so dragging him back up to her face, she kissed him furiously as she pushed his shorts down his thighs with her feet. Suddenly the fun, the joking was over and they were there together, alone with one agenda. Amelia had never experienced anything as devastating, as completing as the moment he entered her, the moment they were finally joined, ten years after their childhood fumble. It was an emotional moment, but also cathartic, and as he drove her over the edge into a downward spiral of pleasure and pain, she knew that it was worth every single day they’d been apart.