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Just after 9:30 the six friends met again at the table. All had showered, dressed and looked reasonably refreshed. A plethora of cereals were on the table to choose from, plus a recognised pitcher, full of milk. Coffee, tea, croissants and crumpets were also options. Talk was immediately of the night before. Em confessed never having enjoyed giving a blow job so much and, though her friend had said it was likely to be a 'Dummies how to' for Sherlock, assured Elle her technique worked on other men equally well.
Kaye thanked Sherlock for failing to pause the dictaphone because she felt the intimacies spoken between the two deliverers, as well as all the noises off, were so stimulating they enjoyed the whole experience much more than they probably would had it just been the given instructions. Elle smiled. He really was special: even when Sherlock made errors they turned out for the better. Tony apologised for his crudeness regarding the music but stated he felt so turned on having received the best oral of his life there was no way he was ready to sleep when the group first splintered into their own rooms, and was pleased for the addition of music, also hoping it would drown out some of the racket coming from somewhere else. He winked towards Elle and Sherlock.
Sherlock's open confession was admitting he enjoyed the music himself having never followed a musical pattern before for sex. He looked brazenly at Elle and suggested he would like to hear more of her 'favourite songs'. Em immediately asked whether anyone else had heard the rain overnight, grinning at Elle, knowing her usual response to heavy downpours. All Elle would say was it had woken her. There was no way she was confessing to another lively session, brought on because of the weather, and the physicality of the man still inside her...
Each couple had things they wanted to do with the day. Elle started by sorting some clothes for Baker Street. Now she and Sherlock were a two-home couple there was going to be some duplication of essentials required, to save the work of her tote, and shoulder and back for that matter. The rest of their day was going to be dedicated to a more pleasurable task. For Elle and Sherlock there was relief the overnight rain had freshened the air as they were intending to spend some considerable time in her attic space darkroom. It was always hot up there.
Locking the darkroom door Elle removed the film from the camera and went through the step by step procedure of turning negatives into positives, creating proofs, and giving Sherlock the final veto on which picture of him she should add to her wall. She knew which she would have really liked, one of the latter ones, but they were really far too explicit for publicly hanging, even over the bed where it was taken. After much deliberation they chose one of the first group of pictures: full length, beautifully posed, Elle capturing Sherlock's most enigmatic smile and damp body, his semi-erection visible under sheeting but in a flattering rather than overtly sexual pose.
Selecting the right negative she used her enlarger to make the photo match the others on her wall for size, adding a little discreet shading with her hands as her late father had taught her years before, transforming a good photo into a piece of art worthy of wall space. Sherlock was very flattered she wanted to add his portrait to the collection. It would be the only one on any of the walls, including the lounge and stairs, which featured a person.
Elle's mobile pinged the arrival of a text. She read it, explaining to Sherlock it was from Em downstairs and lunch was ready. It meant they could go out and let the print dry fully before selecting a frame and mounting the photo for hanging. They put away all light-sensitive material and chemicals, Elle cleaned up, locked away the negatives and proofs - definitely their eyes only - then the pair of them went down for lunch, via the wet room for loo and hand washing duties.
Lunch was an avocado salad with cold ham, plus a jug of Em's home-made lemonade, with lots of ice. Very nutritious and tasty, the three groups splintered yet again as Sherlock and Elle returned to the attic. Thankfully the print was dry enough to handle. Elle selected an already pre-made frame, centred the picture, cut and nailed it neatly, attached one half of a picture hanger to her frame, then they headed down into her bedroom with measuring tape, pencil, to screw the other piece to the wall. Now there were four pictures to be viewed. It looked lovely, a proud Sherlock raised a smile.
"Wow" she said, "my flukes picture just got bumped down to second favourite."
"Not only is it now your favourite picture of the four, but it's also the easiest to recreate. How about seeing if we can pull off the same look, or possibly better, again? Forget the black sheet though!" Elle nodded as Sherlock turned and locked the door. This time they definitely did not want company.
She tried to remain calm but Elle knew that was unlikely; Sherlock was already stripped, lying on the bed, he had even got the damp look from the sweat of anticipation and heat, the sheet pulled up to his navel. Excluding his hair - now dry - there was only one other major difference, he was erect, fully erect. She peeled off her own clothes and joined him on the bed, kissing his navel and automatically heading downwards, licking his glistening glans.
"Oh, no, not now. Later maybe." Sherlock's breathless request needed no explanation. Elle moved upwards instead. Her lips kissed each of his nipples, a quick detour, she never could pass that mole on his throat however keen he was, up finally to his mouth, which she tasted and licked desirously as she lowered herself on him, kneeling over his hips. His eyes narrowed, his smile broadened and the slow release of a long sigh effervesced between his lips.
Gentle rocking movements, forward then back, Elle was fully controlling Sherlock for a change. He was so stimulated he was close to ecstasy very quickly. Her body clenched around him, she succumbed to a thrilling orgasm as she squeezed him so tightly within her. She lifted herself slightly, keeping him cocooned within her, but so she could lower her legs to be either side of him. His hands took hold of her hips as he pushed upwards as she pushed down. This was not going to be the long love making session she had hoped for. He was just too hot for that.
He rolled the pair of them, he now over her. Sweat pouring from his forehead fell against her cheek as he looked into her eyes smiling, stealing a kiss gentle on her lips before invading her mouth with his tongue and commanding her body to surrender to him, which she did with pleasure. Powerfully and relentlessly he brought this session to closure, her whole being slave to his actions as they climaxed together, the ability to deep breathe now alien to both.
Tension leaving them they kissed and stroked each other. Love and passion oozed from every pore within the confines of the bed. Gently Sherlock moved himself off his girl, lying momentarily flat on his back before getting up and grabbing two robes, throwing hers on to the bed and putting his own on, holding hers for her to slide into before they headed for the wet room together. A very soapy shampoo and shower later the pair were nearly dry as they put their robes back on to return to the bedroom. They were met, just outside the wet room door by Ben, who was obviously about to knock, realising the bedroom was empty, and having already been up to the darkroom searching for them.
"One of you has just received a phone call downstairs. We thought you were in the darkroom?"
"Thanks Ben" Elle replied. "We had been, but have done what we wanted so have been and showered to cool off. We'll be back down shortly." Ben's eyes were suspicious of what he thought they may have been doing, but having seen the dishevelled state of her bed he was unsure what had happened where. Not being unnaturally observant like Sherlock, he had not noticed the addition of the new photo.
Damp haired but otherwise dry and dressed the lovers walked into the lounge smiling and animatedly talking, joining the other four, who were relaxing, doors wide, fresh air blowing through, drinking tea and coffee. Kaye offered the lovers a drink and they both requested coffee, black, two sugars. Sitting in the lounge with the other house mates Elle and Sherlock both picked up their phones to see which of them had received a call. Elle's phone had no missed calls or messages flagged, which meant...
"Lestrade." No text or voice message had been left. "Excuse me [Sherlock rose and walked away from the friends towards the kitchen, looking at Elle with an exasperated look as though knowing what he was about to hear.] Hello... Greg... You wanted me?... I'm not at Baker Street... No, we left my parents a few days ago... Where?... When do you need me?... [Elle walked over to him with her mobile in her outstretched hand, tapped Sherlock's arm and offered to ring a taxi. He nodded and her heart sank. Their break together was over.] I can be at Baker Street in an hour and a half. Do you want to meet me there?... OK. Cheers Greg." Sherlock pressed the end call option on his phone.
"Sorry to break up this happy party but I'm required in London." He said no more. Both he and Elle went up to the bedroom to collect together their luggage and a good proportion of Elle's wardrobe, including shoes, suits and blouses, for her new job starting the following week. They came downstairs about twenty minutes later, all ready to leave, both looking surprisingly disappointed. Sherlock had obviously enjoyed the freedom he felt with these friends; Elle, missing her house mates before she had even made it out the door. A series of kisses and hugs for both of the departing couple, plus good luck wishes for Elle for Monday, luggage loaded, they were off to Baker Street, Elle promising to stay in touch regularly via text and calls.
Mrs Hudson heard the key in the front door and stuck her head out of her apartment to investigate. Happy to see her tenants return she said hello, asked if they had a good break, and left them alone. Sherlock went into his bathroom for a wet shave, changing into a shirt and suit. He would not need his long coat or scarf as it was officially summer and beautifully warm. They decided it would be simplest if Sherlock picked up dinner on his way home, rather than Elle plan to cook. A rattle on 221B's knocker and Elle and Sherlock parted for the first time in nearly ten days. Sherlock felt as though he had properly been on a holiday, though not strictly true, for the first time since reaching adulthood.
After hanging her clothes in one of Sherlock's wardrobes Elle went down to talk to Mrs Hudson, mainly to ask where she ordered their food from and also to see how she was and tell her how the meeting with the rest of the Holmes family had gone. The two women enjoyed their talk, Mrs Hudson placing a food order, requesting urgent delivery (a trick she used regularly) which was promised within the next three hours. This duly arrived and the women re-stocked the cupboards and fridge with fresh food.
After a pleasant evening talking with Mrs Hudson generally Elle returned to the flat, curled on the settee reading a book on her iPad when her phone alarmed an incoming text. Sherlock had finished his work with Lestrade and had picked up a Italian meal and was on his way home. It was just after 9:30pm. Sherlock arrived and, having kissed her en route, went straight to his bedroom to throw on some casual clothes whilst Elle laid the table, poured some drinks, and dished up the meal on to warmed plates.
A light dinner and glass of wine later and Sherlock was twitching again like he used to when he did not have a case to solve. When asked what was the matter he made it clear he wanted to be back in his own bed with her so pots were hurriedly cleared and a glass of ice cold water between them taken into the bedroom and they headed for bed comparatively early and were preparing for what was going to be an extensive love making session.
By the hand Sherlock led Elle into the bathroom. Their clothes finished up in a mixed pile on the floor. Shower on cool, Elle's hair loose they shampooed then washed themselves. Elle felt he was purposefully keeping his hands off her. As they got out of the cubicle her hand stretched for a towel but Sherlock pulled her away, leading her, dripping, into their room. The duvet was thrown off the bed, no pillows either, he placed her on the bed, knelt between her feet, lifted her left leg and started sucking inelegantly on her toes, licking the water droplets off her body as he adventured up her calf and along the inside of her thigh. Placing a most delicate kiss on her pubic bone - that area was obviously going to be returned to later - he licked the palm of her left hand, up her arm, even her armpit was introduced to his tongue.
A genteel smile broke his lips and concentration infinitesimally as he now kissed her left breast, ran his tongue under the fullness of her bosom to her sternum, then across to suckle her other nipple. He moved further up the bed and planted a full, rich, passionate kiss on her lips, staring at her firmly closed eyes, admiring the pleasured smile there on her face, then rolled her over, squeezing water out of her hair to pool on her back. He licked this up too, then ran a finger then his tongue down her spine, pushed her bum cheeks apart and rimmed her anal canal gently, causing the sharpest intake of breath. He then rolled her again, repeating the earlier delicate kiss on her pubic bone before sliding his tongue onto her clitoris and dancing his tongue on and around it. Another sharp intake of breath and a soft moan from her reiterated her pleasure as she adjusted her pelvic angle involuntarily.
As his tongue slipped between her labia, penetrating her inner walls she groaned with pleasure, running her fingers through his wet hair, stroking his face, trying to keep her mind away from where he was and what he was doing, at least for the time being. He was far too good at this now! She presumed he would take her close then let her relax again before engaging in full sex, but she presumed wrongly. He had no intention of letting her relax out of this again. Intuitively flicking between inside her and her clitoris he generated such a frenzy of sexual intensity within her she had no chance to undo his manipulations. As her body tensioned from her shoulders downwards, finding it impossible not to squeeze her legs around his neck, she hit her climactic wall as her body succumbed to his faultless attention. Her prize was his, she ejaculated, creamy against his lips.
Every part of her body felt as though it was on fire; her heart was trying to escape her ribcage; her lungs incapable of drawing enough air to breathe efficiently; a muscle in her throat she had noticed once before being made love to by Sherlock, John and Mary, was now trying to exit the boundaries of her skin. She felt wonderfully loved, highly sensitised and slightly tortured. She now had one aim: her brain was engaged and participating in this session and she was beginning to mull over just what she was going to do to him to reap revenge. For now she was happy to just wallow in his skilled exploitation of her body as his started to slide next to her as he returned to eye level.
Giddy from his attentions finally she opened her eyes. His were now closed, but a look of exaltation and victory scribed across his face was there for her to read. Though her hair was still very wet her body had unsurprisingly steamed dry from all his pleasuring. His form too was nearly dry, again, excluding his hair. She was about to wring water out of her hair on to his chest when she had an idea and she dripped water on him from the glass of icy liquid they had brought in with them. That got his attention! He looked at her, not really seeing, as she lapped the cold water off his physique and out his navel, then he closed his eyes again.
She ran the back of her index and middle fingers along the inside of his thigh, heading upwards towards his groin. As this stimulus triggered an involuntary lifting of his shaft her mouth was there to catch him. Having not had a hand touch him but finding himself receiving oral titillation excited him intensely. She began as she intended to go on. His genital area was going to get all her efforts: he had spent time wandering around her body but she was centring all her intentions in one place.
Gently and seductively she let the inside of her lower lip graze along his length, incorporating tickles and licks from her tongue when she reached the head. Long strokes again, concentrating the tip of her tongue all the way around his rim. A lick of her own lips and she opened her mouth widely and went down him, gripping him with her wetted lips, then a change of tack and pressure: a lighter stroke but with her teeth against his glans. He was alerted to this different sensation. Her touch was so delicate, yet just the fact she was using her teeth on his most sensitive skin sent a plague of butterflies diving down from his stomach to the area in question. Her teeth relinquished their touch and again the inside of her lower lip flirted with his erect phallus. Her hands stayed in contact with his body; her right on his left hip, her left on the inside of his left thigh, touching and stroking him.
Taking a deep breath she again saturated her lips then, adjusting her angle to him, she slipped her mouth down along his form as far as she could, still caressing him with her tongue. Sherlock sighed resignedly. Now her tongue was pressing him to the roof of her mouth and continuing the pressure, licking and stimulating him relentlessly. An open-mouthed groan expelled from him as she rubbed her tongue along his length while he was captive within her lips, now incorporating an even deeper hold on him, squeezing him, then rubbing her lip-shrouded teeth up and down him.
His whole body began to shudder. He did not want her to take him all the way, but he also did not want to stop the diverse selection of superlative sensations he was feeling. A gasp and groan combined as all the muscles on his body became rigid and he released into her mouth, his cock twitching as it pulsed all the seed out of him into her throat. Elle was already in spasm herself, taking equal pleasure from pleasuring her man. She moved back up to his side, swallowed demonstrably, licking her lips, then lowered her mouth to his for a kiss of unparalleled intensity. She curled her right leg across his and wrapped her right arm across him also, stroking his hair as she caressed his lips with her own.
"Ho-ly shit!" Sherlock profaned. "You really know every way to tantalise me. Wow, that was good, sooo good."
"As was your insight into me. I have been to a playground before, but I don't think I have ever been one before!" For about ten minutes the lovers cuddled up to one another, lying in each other's arms, their fingers interlaced, their thumbs vying for dominance in a salacious and earthly erotic stroking battle.
"I think now it is time we put our differences aside and work together, or should I just say put our differences together." He grinned irreverently, flicking an eyebrow at her.
"Sounds a good idea to me, nothing on Earth would make me happier. I love you. No rush, when you feel ready Sherlock." Her right hand stroked his torso sensitively.
"Mentally I am ready now. Physically, I may need a hand... Give me yours [Elle offered it to him], no... I think, at this time, I would prefer your left." He smiled. She moved her form so she was lying on her right the other side of him and held out her left hand. He took it in his and wrapped her grip around his slightly softened phallus, sliding her hand very slowly up and down him. "I love your touch. Enable me." His words faded on a breath. He released his hand from hers.
She continued the speed he had started, keeping the grip the same, sliding her hand up and down him as blood flooded to his cock and it grew and stiffened in her grasp. She loved the feel of this transformation, something she had felt in her mouth many times but never actually witnessed on him before. He groaned shamelessly. He really did love her touch. So tempted to stimulate him orally again but listening to his breath she did not want to miss anything.
Now he was hard he wanted her to get him close before he was going to include her in this latest erotic session. He again placed his hand around hers, tightened her grip on him slightly and accelerated her movements. Far faster than anything she probably would have done without tuition, she kept the pace he set her whilst he pressed his hips and head even harder into the bed, leaving her hand alone on him. As his breath started to shorten his hand again gripped hers and slowed her down, loosening her grip but integrating slight twists in her wrist action. "Perfect." The word drifted out of his almost closed lips.
He rolled on to his side, moving her on to her back, as she released her hold on him, and placed his right hand heel on her pubic bone. Pressurising her form he moved his body slightly downwards so his index and middle fingers could stimulate her clitoris. He began stroking, but although this was very pleasurable to her she decided to educate him now. Increasing his pressure and lying his fingers flat she introduced him to a rubbing technique which electrified her even more.
As she began moaning to his touches his fingers diverted inside to ensure she was ready. More swollen than he believed he had ever previously felt her he took his weight on his arms and positioned himself over her. Her hand took hold of him and she guided him into her, him pushing his hips forward, sliding up and down inside her, nearly withdrawing then plunging back in, pressing himself further and further until their hip bones kissed together.
"When we were in the shower I expected us to be like this within minutes, but I would not swap the last hour or so for anything in the world." Sherlock's voice was calm but whispered. She noticed the thumping of his heartbeat, pounding against her breast, raising her awareness further of their bodies' closeness. Elle's heart was pounding too, equally loud. The two muscles were in syncopation. As his rise and fall started in earnest and sweat started dripping on to her from under his still dampened curly dark locks, him pushing himself into her, she realised she could feel both hearts simultaneously thumping against her ribcage. "Now I have no doubt my heart belongs to you" he said. Sherlock had noticed it too.
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