Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

[WARNING: Adult content below. Read at your own discretion.]

“Let’s make this even sexier,” Jeanne said releasing herself from my grip and walking towards the bath.

Her skin was warm and pinkish because of the sun. I was losing my mind just by softly licking her neck, letting her natural scent intoxicate me. We had fallen into bed with our hands yearningly brushing and grasping every inch of our bodies. She was so tight under my fingers I couldn’t help but to imagine her Art students desperately struggling to capture the traces of her flesh by any other sense than vision and rejoiced.

We rolled over each other under the sunlight with our legs intertwined until the bath was half-full. She just seemed to know it was ready by the sound of water reverberating amongst the thick air. She walked ahead of me and sat on a Vienna chair checking the temperature of the water, her hair wildly pulled to the side, knees together and feet apart, one elbow resting on her thighs. She was filling the whole space. I shook just by looking at her. Every attitude she assumed was as a work of art, and the mansard and the antique bath were the perfect stage.

“Come here,” she said lightly lifting her face to look at me with the corner of her eye. I took off my watch, walked to her and stood by her side. She glanced up and holding my gaze she removed my boxers, dragging them down by my legs. They fell to the floor. She pointed at the bath for me to step inside and I did it, staring at her in expectation. She stood from the chair and slightly lifted her slip, and rocking her hips she eased her knickers down, that fell next to my boxers. She slowly approached to the bath and stepped inside, submerging herself to lie on top of me. I quickly ran my hands to her waist, shaking with intensity at the tact of the extremely soft, slippery fabric. I moved my hands across her back and pulled her closer, kissing her wet chin and lips. She gasped quietly holding me by my shoulders.

I pressed every fibre of my body on her to sense the contrast amongst each texture. The friction of her warm body grazing on me, the fabric sliding between my hands and against my most sensitive part, the water generously splashing around were almost enough to send me to the edge. I could feel the contact of her nipples through the light woven slip on my chest as she lightly moved her back from side to side against my skin, so softly my mind was about to blank. As I leant in and brushed my tongue on the rim of her ear she chuckled into mine with a crystalline tone. I pushed my head back, deep into pleasure.

“Wash my hair,” she said with her eyes fixed on mine and turned away. Startled but thrilled about the idea I took some shampoo on my hand and reached out for her hair. She moaned and twitched at my contact. Bubbles began to run through her back down to the water, soap free until then. I knew I’d never experienced something as sensuous as the touch of her wet hair between my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it as much as I because of her quivers and soft sounds.

I carefully washed her hair kissing and lapping the crook of her moist neck. She was trembling, holding her own shoulder across her chest, biting her arm in rapture. I rinsed it to graze my chin along her nape, my chest resting on her back. I licked her cold ear with the tip of my tongue, moved by her ecstatic response.

She turned towards me and pushed me back to lie down on top of me again, but this time her hands remained underwater. As she bent to kiss me I felt both sliding around my shaft. The water was still soapy and the sensation was almost heartbreaking. I threw my head back, tightly grabbing the edges of the bath, groaning quietly, wishing we could stay just as we were.

Before water became too cold Jeanne emerged from the bath with her slip completely adhered to her skin. The vision was as a stab on my heart. I instinctively held my hands out for her. She grinned and grabbed one as I used the other to help me stand up. Dazed, we reached out for one another and hugged right there in the middle of the water, soaked and dripping, caressing each other’s bodies. She finally decided to step out of the bath and I let her walk towards the bed. With the sunlight, the contrast between her body and the translucent fabric became accentuated. She stood near the bed fixing her hair with her elbows to the air, hips bent to the side and one foot pointing backwards, casting a long, slender shadow towards me. I hadn’t contemplated such thing before. I jumped off from the bath and rushed to her placing my hands on her hips to lift her slip. She turned her face towards me and smiled, allowing me to pull from her garment. As the slip passed her breast she lifted her arms graciously and pressed her moist body on mine. I let the slip fall to the floor and held her, pulling her closer and kissing her full lips hungrily. The sensation of our wet bodies together was as nothing I had felt before, and the sunlight, and the soft, inviting sheets of the bed, and the smell of coffee and summer and sunflowers combined were so overwhelming I knelt down trembling, bringing her with me and as we laid down I held her as I never held anyone in my life.

I filled her mouth with soft kisses as she lay beautifully between her glowing white sheets, her wet, cold hair falling confusedly around her. I reached for my jeans at the end of the bed to grab my iPhone. I had a thousand unread messages and missed calls but I opened the camera. She laughed realising my intentions, throwing a hand to her hair and I captured the most spontaneous gesture. I took another two as she looked at me playfully, holding the sheets against her chest. I dropped everything and returned to her lips, sliding between her legs, intertwined with the fabric. I pressed myself against her inner thigh and we both moaned in unison. I leant in to look into her eyes. Her expression was so plain my heart seemed to skip a beat.

“Why did you keep the receipt from that day?” I asked knowing I was admitting too much, but couldn’t hold it back.

“I had a feeling.”

“That you will cross paths with me again?” I insisted, my heart pounding violently.

“It was the first piece of my thesis,” she said, glimpsing away.

“But you kept it for years before your thesis,” I retorted speaking near her lips.

“What do you want me to say?” She frowned.

“That I made a massive impression on you,” I whispered grazing her nose with mine, trying not to sound too cheeky.

“I didn’t know the meaning then, but you did.” As she spoke her jaw fluttered.

“And what’s the meaning?” I said rocking my hips to the sides.

“The meaning is this,” she said arching her back to lift it from the mattress. She rolled on top of me and gripped her fingertips on my chest. She straightened up sitting on my thighs but as she glanced at me, pulling her hair from her face, she leant in again, sinking them down softly. She kissed my chin and stuck her tongue out, beginning to trace down the contour of my neck. Without breaking her contact with my skin she ran across my torso. I breathed jaggedly placing my hands on top of her head.

Jeanne made her way down across my pelvis, kneeling by the end of the bed. She rested her lower body on the floor with both hands grasping tightly my hips. I lifted my head to watch her as I caressed her wet hair. She brought her lips to my glans slipping her tongue beneath the foreskin and began to rock her chin back and forth. I breathed sharply. How could she be so delicious? She glanced up without taking the warmth of her mouth away from me. Our eyes locked until her motions forced my head to fall back against the bed. There was an anxiety on her gestures, which took me straight to the edge. But then she started to do something I remembered Niall talking about. Without touching me with her hands she began to oscillate her chin to the sides. Recalling Niall at such instant was utterly surreal but after a second his words diluted into pleasure. Nobody had ever done something like that on me. It was another category of matters. I couldn’t stop from moving in rapture under the unexpected tact of her inner cheeks.

“You’re going to make me come…” I muttered huskily.

Jeanne lifted her body with a feline movement, climbing all the way up to my mouth, and kissed me intensely sitting on my torso, resting both hands on my chest. She passed her knees over my shoulders, placed herself above me and slowly lowered her hips onto me. I held them from behind bringing her avidly to my mouth, and buried my tongue inside her as her body began to move harmonically.

Jeanne rocked her pubis back and forth with her hands on the bed behind my head. As her motions emphasised, she straightened up completely holding her weight on her knees. My perspective of her was entrancing. I grabbed her hip as my other hand ran across her belly up to her breasts, to finally press her clitoris. Her entire self was so smooth and fragrant I was going insane, my heart pounding furiously. I knew that vision alone was enough to send me straight to climax.

Soon Jeanne’s breathing became jagged and erratic and her body started to quiver. She carried her hands to my thighs bending her body back. She moved in an extremely slow manner. Suddenly she stopped and with a quick movement she brought her hips to my stomach, her entrance so close to me I shivered, desperate to be inside her. She bent and took a condom from beneath the pillow and put it on to me. I groaned as I felt myself sliding deeply onto her as she impelled her hips back, taking her hands to my face and leaning in, kissing me in the most perturbing stillness. My body began to tingle and I could feel myself clenching inside her. She placed her fists both sides of my head as I grabbed her from her hips, moaning. I was so near already and she hadn’t even moved. She rocked her body hard and slowly, arching and bending her back as if it was in slow motion. I couldn't stop staring at her, her eyes wide shut, frowned eyebrows and her most captivating grimace on the lips. She moved her hands to my abdomen to deepen the angle and repeated the motion of her hips slower and even harder. I felt I could no longer hold it and I let myself be drawn into orgasm, tightly clinging to Jeanne and convulsing underneath her. As I forced myself to keep my eyes open from behind my lashes I was barely able to see her shaking intensely. She collapsed over me with her cheek on mine, panting confusedly.

–.–.–

“The last girl you slept with before me, was she good in bed?” Jeanne asked as she lay across my torso.

“I don’t kiss and tell…” I said cheekily, so pleased with the fact she was curious about it.

“So that means you won’t tell your boy band’s colleagues about what we’ve been doing…” She defied me tapping on my chest with her fingers.

“Of course I’ll tell them…” I said confidently brushing my finger on her shoulder.

“Why?” She blurted, amused.

“Because it deserves to be known…” I stated. She bent back her head to look at me with that grimace on her lips. “Now it’s my turn to ask–––I spoke. You said you were quite synaesthetic. Do you feel it, with me?” I muttered. She glanced away and rested her head on my chest in silence. “Did you have any synaesthetic experience with me?–––I insisted. Answer me…”

“I did,” she mumbled after a brief pause, her index grazing my chest.

“When?”

“The other day at the bookstore, when I turned around and almost bumped into you–––she explained. You grabbed my elbow…” A chill ran down my spine.

“I did,” I said and bent to look at her. I lifted her chin towards me and she reluctantly locked eyes with me. “Only that one time?”

“Soon after, when I walked away you followed me and grabbed my elbow again…” She shuddered.

“Did it happen in London?” I dared to ask. She let her head fall to my chest again. “Please, tell me,” I said, lightly shaking her elbow.

“Our fingers touched,” she finally spoke. My heart bounced up to my throat, rushed by a thousand emotions. I gulped.

“And after the bookstore?” I mumbled.

“It happens all the time…” She blurted, defeated. My mind fluttered and I couldn’t help but grin.

“And what do I give you?” I asked turning my body towards her for us to rest sideways.

“A flavour…” She was still reticent to talk.

“What flavour?”

“Peach,” she simply said. I frowned at her and then it hit me.

“What is you favourite fruit?” I asked leaning closer.

“Peaches…”

–.–.–

Notes

That moment when you look up and you literally see the little light bulb... PEACHES. Of course he tastes as peaches. But anyone as a better suggestion? I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I know some of you are uncomfortable with smut so if you skipped it and you need a little summary, just ask. A lot of things are going on in the story but I can't help myself and wonder if Harry is asking the right questions...

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