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Colin and June anticipated each other’s movements, their breathing synced as he delicately led her down the hallway, past a bathroom, and into a tiny room, more than a typical physical connection of two bodies seeking pleasure.
“Watch your head,” he cautioned, his mouth taking a momentary break from June’s skin. He nodded to a sloping ceiling, clearly the place where the roof met the ground outside. June smiled at the warning, loving that he could take a moment in their passion to remind her not to bonk her head.
Colin sat down on the bed, which was covered in a horribly ugly brown and tan comforter decorated with some kind of creature that looked to be a combination of a moose and a bear and a horse. He slipped off his sandals and arranged them neatly by his bedside table. June couldn’t help but chuckle, which led to a quizzical look from Colin.
“I’m sorry, this is totally inappropriate,” she said, clapping a hand over her mouth to attempt to stifle a laugh. “It’s not you, it’s just…”
Colin heaved a sigh and looked defeated. “I know, it’s the whole situation.” He ran a hand through his hair, “I know that this is unprofessional and weird, and I totally understand if you want to head back to your cabin.”
“No, we’re clearly way past the point of those worries, considering the fact that your head has been between my legs,” June said, laughing as she walked over to him and straddled his hips again. “It’s the fact that you toss clothing around like it’s nobody’s business and your office looks like it was hit by a tornado, but you take the time to organize your sandals next to your bed.”
“Shoes are important,” he interjected, a hint of a grin ghosting across his face. “I also take care of my slippers,” he added bashfully.
“That’s not surprising,” June slinked her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. “It’s also the fact that you took the time from making out with me to warn me about your weird ceiling.”
“I don’t want you to hit your head,” he explained honestly. “I do it all the time.” June grinned, and kissed below his ear, at the spot that he had found on her that always made her squirm. She was pleased to find that it did similar things to him, and felt his erection twitch against her inner thigh.
June steeled her expression, and grew solemn for a second. “But mostly, it’s the fact that you brought me from a MurderCouch to a bedspread that was clearly used to cover up a family that died from cholera.”
She watched the joke wash over Colin’s face, saw his expression change from concerned to confused to joy. “I’ll have you know,” he said, twining his hand through her curls and pulling her face down to his, “That I did wash this blanket after the cholera outbreak.” He kissed her then, catching a laugh between their mouths. June felt his grin against her own, caught the giggles in her chest, and gave herself up to the simple pleasure of being treasured in his arms.
June slid her hands from Colin’s shoulders to his chest and pressed him back so he laid on the bed, smiling as she moved off him and began to shimmy her own sweatpants down. She left her underwear on, remembering how Colin had groaned when she wasn’t wearing panties - she had gotten the sense he liked to undress her, to take that last layer off himself. June looked over her shoulder, where Colin was quickly shoving off his pajama bottoms and his boxers, leaving him hard and bare to June’s eyes. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of Colin completely naked, all long lines and sharp angles.
He rolled over to her, placing his forearms on either side of her head as he kissed her again, tongues and lips and heat, then began a smiling path down to her chest. His fingers grazed her nipples, pulled them into tight points, then his mouth followed, wet heat enveloping those sensitive tips as he mouthed one nipple, then the other. He licked, sucked, and flicked his way down her stomach until he reached her public bone. Reverently, he slid her underwear down her legs, casting them to the side of the bed, forgotten about until the morning.
Colin sat back on his heels, pausing for a moment to hastily wrangle his hair into some semblance of a bun, though the bottom half was untouched. He took a moment to look at her, his features unmoving, his body stilled. June felt like she was being studied, like the nude portraits she had observed in her art history class, and she felt cherished, honored, until he swiftly pressed his mouth to her, adding to her wetness. Then she felt…well, she felt sensations beyond words.
Colin moved with lips and fingers, groaning into the deep core of her until she was writhing and wriggling beneath him. June reached down, pulling on the bun. She was close, but she wanted to try and get there with him, together. He looked up at her, seeming to be a bit miffed that he was interrupted, until she said one word that changed his mind.
“Condom?” A grin split his face and he reached over her to slide open the bedside table to grasp a foil packet. June loved to watch him move, lithe muscles bunching and stretching. He paused, digging through the drawer, pulling out a tiny bottle.
“Do you want lube?” he asked.
“I’m plenty wet,” she replied. “Thanks to you. Thank you, though.” He pulled himself back upright, quickly opened the packet, and rolled the condom down his length. June lay back, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of pine and Irish Spring as he positioned himself at her entrance. He paused and she gave a slight nod, lifting her hips to give a final acknowledgment that yes - she wanted this. She wanted him. All of him.
Colin slid in, slowly and confidently, and a contented, relieved sigh left June’s mouth. Something about this felt so right, to be connected with him this way, and June spread her legs wider to encourage him in and deeper. He pulled out slightly, then pushed in further, then out again, and in small thrusts until he was fully inside her, their bodies linked together.
“Fuck, June,” Colin breathed, and then he began to really move, pressed up on his forearms which bracketed her face, rolling his hips. In contrast to their earlier kisses, these movements were slow and languid. Colin had a confident manner of moving, and June quickly found herself finding the correct cadence to meet him. He gripped her hips and, in a move that would have impressed June if she wasn’t so focused on the sensations of their bodies, rolled her on top of him, replicating how they had moved earlier with their clothes still on. “Want to see you,” he grunted out, his hands returning to June’s favorite place on her hips. Just as earlier, he rocked her against him until June found the tempo that had worked before, her palms splayed wide on his chest as her hips shifted in small circles. One of Colin’s hands slid around to her pelvis and he pressed his thumb down, rubbing rough circles with the pad of his finger right above where he slid in and out of her.
“Just like that,” she encouraged, quickening her pace as she chased her orgasm. Colin rubbed, June moved, and that peak drew closer and closer until June finally felt herself clench. Every muscle in her body tensed, tightened, and then she released all that built up sensation with a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a moan and a laugh, a fusion of reactions and emotion. Colin watched her, eyes wide, mouth slightly open and continued to rock her against him, savoring those last echoes of her orgasm. When her body had stilled, he rolled her to her back again, and she wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her heels together to capture his body against hers.
“So fucking sexy,” he grunted out, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. June cherished this moment, watching this calm and collected man become undone by her body. She scrambled her hands down his back to his ass, felt the muscles tighten as he drove into her. She dug her fingers into the muscle, encouraging him, and it was her turn to whisper, to let him know how he felt in her, how deep, how hard, how much she adored his smile, his thoughts, his body. He pushed into her again and, with a guttural moan, he found his own climax, moving jerkily as he pulsed within her until his whole body collapsed on her chest.
June ran her hands lightly up and down Colin’s back, enjoying the slight dampness of his quickly cooling skin from his exertion. Colin shivered against her and June chuckled. With a grunt, he slid out of her. Within a second, June missed the sensation of his fullness, that connection between them. Colin removed and tied off the condom, tossed it into a trashcan near the bed, then rolled back to June, who was laying on her back. Curling his body around hers, he slid his hands down to the cleft between her legs before June stopped him with a gentle hand placed over his.
“I’m a one and done kind of girl,” she explained. “I get too sensitive.”
“We’ll see about that another time,” Colin said playfully, but he removed his hand from her legs and wrapped his arm around her, tugging her into him. He wound his legs with hers and rested his head on her shoulder, and for an unknown amount of time they just lay there, Colin’s body tangled up with her own, his fingers making tiny patterns on her ribs. Finally, June got cold as the last whispers of body heat left the areas where Colin wasn’t touching.
“Blankets,” she said sleepily. Colin removed himself from her side with an overdramatic grumble. He got up and walked over to the doorway to flick the lights off, but not before June took a moment to admire his naked form again and felt a small glimmer of - not ownership, per say, not a claim, but the sensation of knowing that, at least for the next day and a half, he was hers. And she was his. And it felt right.
Colin maneuvered his way back to her in the dark, and they found their way under the blanket, Colin returning to June’s side as soon as they were settled.
“I swear,” she said, wrapping the blanket around her shoulder. “If I get cholera or diphtheria from this quilt and perish, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
“I’d want nothing more than to have you haunt me,” Colin replied. June laughed into his chest, closed her eyes, and found herself drifting off into a contented slumber.
