Finger Forays
Title: Finger Forays
Theme: Explore (#97) - taken from 101_kisses
Genre: Humor, Smuttish
Rating: R
Notes: Almost listed this as Tree-hugger Hugger Outtake II, but…
Nolan worked his eyes over Lita’s long limbs as she hiked her shorts back up around her hips. “You look fucking hot in that bikini.”
Lita smiled with amusement down at her boyfriend still sprawled on the beach towel. “We’re not having sex, Nolan.”
“Why not? Aren’t you almost, y’know, done?” he emphasized.
“Yes, but still. Up,” she directed him.
Grumbling slightly, Nolan stood up to help Lita pack away the rest of their beach supplies. They trudged back to Nolan’s car and dumped everything into his trunk. When Lita tried get into the car, Nolan stopped her bodily, forcing her against the dirty Civic and trapping her there with his arms on either side.
“But I know you’re horny,” he sing-songed lowly.
“Nolan,” she sighed.
“Right?” he insisted, tracing her bellybutton with a finger.
Lita wished she’d thrown on her shirt. “Not now, Nolan.”
He pressed his bare chest against her, his stomach lightly brushing hers. She inhaled the coconut smell emanating from both their bodies, wanting nothing more than to slide her palms over his body as she had during sun block application.
He lowered his lips to touch her, speaking without kissing. “Are you sure?” he murmured.
Lita “mmm-ed” in the back of her throat before pushing off her feet to kiss him fully. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her towards him while simultaneously pushing into her, relishing in the responding moan. Deftly, he slipped one hand down the back of her bikini and squeezed hard, enjoying the way she jumped and protested, “Nolan!”
While she quickly scanned the area for voyeurs, Nolan took her distraction as an opportunity. He let his lips travel to her neck and slowly slid his hand around her ass and over her hip to hover directly below her navel.
Soothingly, he rubbed circles into her skin, traveling downwards until Lita tried to jerk away again. “Nolan!”
“Shhhh,” and he kissed her to stop her from saying more. While she gave into the kiss, she arched her hips away, but he followed persistently, slipping his hand further down.
Breaking away, Lita tried one last time. “Nolan- wait!”
Deciding he was done with her protests, Nolan slid a finger inside ready to-
Both froze: Lita waiting to see what her boyfriend would do next and Nolan partially confused and mostly a little terrified.
“Uh? Lita?”
She giggled as his expression, eyes and mouth forming perfect little ovals. Quickly, he withdrew his hand.
Adjusting herself once more, Lita said, “I tried to tell you.”
“What is that?” he asked with more than a bit of concern. As it was, he was holding his hand away from him, letting his finger dangle limply outside the vicinity of the rest of his body.
“It’s my cup,” she said slowly.
“That is not a cup!” he informed her, briefly recalling the pointed hardness he’d encountered.
Lita rolled her eyes. “My menstrual cup, remember?”
Nolan did not, at least not clearly, but he was also trying not to think about it too hard. Besides he had other current concerns.
“What do I do with my finger?” he asked somewhat frantically.
He did not appreciate Lita’s ensuing laugh.