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It was a Friday evening. I had been out all the day, getting cold and wet, pursuing a case to its conclusion. Now, wrapped in my thickest dressing gown and snuggled up to Watson before the fire, I felt warmed through to my very bones.
As I contemplated the dancing flames in the grate, I felt his lips brush my neck. With a hum, I tilted my head to give him more room. With nothing but the softest kisses, he moved upwards to the sensitive spot below my ear, then to the angle of my jaw. Realising where he was heading, I turned my head to bring our lips together. Our kiss was a slow, sensuous dance, one we knew intimately. I could taste brandy on his tongue. One of his hands moved to the belt of my dressing gown. He paused, seeking permission. Pulling back just slightly from his lips, I nodded. As we kissed again, he unfastened my dressing gown and pushed it back, his hand now lightly caressing my stomach. In turn, I unfastened his dressing gown and he let it fall from his shoulders. He now pulled back, his hand on my belly moving lower.
“May I?” he asked.
“Please,” I replied.
His lips returned to my neck as his hand moved lower. There was a crinkle of hair, then a single finger slid along the outer lips of my sex and inwards.
“Oh,” I breathed as his finger slid smoothly inside me.
His movements were gentle; his finger crooked slightly and his thumb upon my clitoris. He kissed my neck as he continued the careful movements of his hand. Whisperings of pleasure moved through me, and I knew that I would eventually reach my peak like this. He wanted to spoil me, to make me feel special, and I loved him the more for it. Ordinarily, after a case, I crave for animal passion leading to a quick release, but I found I had infinite patience for this gentle love.
“Mmmm, that’s lovely,” I murmured.
He kissed my cheek, pressing his soft belly against the small of my back. The soft crinkle of his thatch of chest hair against me added to that of my hair against his hand. The scent of my desire was becoming stronger as the whispers of pleasure in me became more intense. I tilted my head back towards his, nuzzling him. He chuckled fondly.
“My love,” he murmured.
I could feel my climax drawing near. I felt warm all over, a tingling building low. Watson continued those beautiful, gentle movements of his hand, his kisses travelling up to my ear again. As he pressed the lightest of kisses to that spot below my ear, I gasped softly as my orgasm rippled through me. It felt different to usual, a pleasurable warmth that left me feeling euphoric, rather than the panting intensity of our more frantic couplings. I turned my head to capture his lips again, smiling into the kiss as he reciprocated. He moved his hand to my inner thigh, caressing the skin with his thumb. I could feel his genitals against my hip, warm and beginning to perk up.
“May I return the favour?” I asked, pulling away from his lips a fraction.
“Please, love,” he replied.
I shifted to take his prick in my hand. He sighed as I stroked him at a leisurely pace. We kissed again as I worked his shaft, squeezing and caressing in the ways I know he likes. I let my thumb pass over his cockhead, teasing the foreskin, and he thrust up a little. It is truly obscene how fast I can fetch him sometimes. I continued to stroke him, and he moaned softly into my mouth. His prick twitched and he had just time to grab a handkerchief from his pocket before he spent.
Afterwards, we held each other close. I was warm and happy, content to remain in the circle of his arms while he pressed feather-light kisses to my temple and traced patterns over my back.