Moonlight Sessions

Moonlight Sessions
Session Two
Avec moi ce soir


The next night, Ed couldn’t sleep. He sat on the edge of his bed; wearing only his boxers, and pondered the ‘dream’ he had the night before. As the day had passed, more details had surfaced, making him suspect that it wasn’t, in fact, a dream. Winry’s attitude toward him had only fueled his suspicions.

She hardly looked at him all day, and when she did, she looked like she wanted to ask him something. Also, when they talked, the conversation had been more awkward than ever before. Her voice had taken on the tone that usually alerted him that she was hiding something. He tried to ask her but everything he rehearsed in his head just sounded crazy.

‘Hey Winry, I had this dream last night where you snuck into my room and gave me a blowjob. Any chance we could recreate that? No? Okay then, I’ll just pull up my pants and be on my way.’

Getting up, he felt the need to do something. Walking to the door, he heard the floorboards creak as someone approached.

Quickly, he jumped back into bed. With any luck, it was Winry coming to repeat last night’s performance. Wanting to recreate the scene as much as possible, he quickly stripped off his boxers and pulled the sheet up to his waist. Lying on his back, he pretended to be asleep.

Eyes closed, he listed as the door creaked open and bare feet padded over to his bed. There was a long, agonizing silence and he wondered if he had heard it at all or had just imagined it.

He heard the rustle of clothing as his caller leaned over and pulled down the sheet. The cool night air felt good as it rushed over suddenly heated skin.

The visitor sat on the edge of his bed and Ed was tempted to peak an eye open and see who it was. Another long silence passed and Ed felt his skin begin to tingle at the mystery person’s presence, so close but so far away.

A finger brushed over his genitals and he instantly hardened. The hands explored him curiously, and the feeling of deja vu returned. He knew those hands. They had held his as he fought through the pain of auto-mail attachment and every repair afterwards.

Winry.

Fingers turned into a hand and Winry began to stroke him in earnest. He gasped and briefly wondered if she would see through his ruse of sleep. How did a person conduct themselves in their sleep when something like this was happening?

The mattress shifted and he felt her tongue dart out to lick the tip. He suppressed a groan as she did it again and was soon taking the whole head into her mouth. She sucked hard and he had to look.

Cracking an eye open, he cautiously peered down. The sight of Winry, knelt over, hair draped around her face and head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off caused his to dick throb. Fearing she’d look up any minute, he closed his eye.

It was obvious she wanted to do this to him; she just didn’t want him to know about it. He didn’t know why but wasn’t going to question it, especially not when her tongue was doing such wicked things.

She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and synchronized her strokes with her sucks. His resolve to keep up the hoax was wearing thin. He wanted to reciprocate, to kiss her and tell her how good she was making him feel. He wanted to run his hands through her hair and hold her head in place when she hit a particularly good rhythm. It was torture how she kept changing her pace, finding a spot he liked, working there and then moving away only to come back later and catch him off guard. It frustrated and exited him all at the same time.

Another hand joined in, massaging his balls gently. He could barely contain himself and his hips began to thrust up to meet her. The throbbing was becoming extremely intense, so much so that he could even feel it resonate in his head.

She moaned. The sound sent vibrations up his cock and he felt himself break. Squeezing his eyes closed, bright lights danced behind his vision as he came into her mouth. To his surprise, she swallowed every drop.

He barely felt the mattress shift as Winry got up and headed for the door. She left as quickly and as quietly as she came. When the door clicked shut, Ed finally allowed his eyes to open. He let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding and panted as he stared up at the ceiling, a million questions swirling in his mind.


Author’s note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed and/or rated my story. Just a quick question for future projects: We all know that protection is important during sex, but my question is, how much do you think about it when you read PWPs or lemons? Does it break the mood? Does a lack of protect leave you worried about the consequences? Please tell me, I need your opinions.