#tw fluids

So Sal had gotten double his usual amount and when he and Reader had come home, he started cooking the green buds into butter, which he added to a batch of brownies, dark chocolate and salted caramel flavored! 

Sal baked the weed brownies to perfection and he and Reader each had a good sized brownie. Thirty minutes later, they were still feeling nothing, just watching YouTube in the quiet lake cabin they'd rented. So they each ate another one. An hour later both brownies had kicked in, stronger than they could have anticipated. In the end, Reader and Sal were powerless to do anything but curl up together on the couch and ride the intense high out.

They'd fallen asleep forty five minutes later.

Reader looked around from where they were laying on the couch. The windows were dark. Nightfall had come while they were sleeping. She craned her neck to see the clock on the kitchen counter. It was just visible, enough showing of the last number to see; it was 11:47pm.

Reader yawned and stretched her legs, and Sal cuddled in tighter against the back of her body. He sighed in his sleep as she snuggled back in against him, his arm, which was draped over her waist, holding her tightly to him like she was his favorite stuffed animal.

His arm snaked up between her breasts, his hand resting palm down on Reader's chest, so he could feel her heart beat. She could feel Sal's face pressed into the back of her neck, his breath heating her skin.

The Matanuska Thunder Fuck was still going strong in Reader's body. She felt floaty, her vision had a sort of dreamy quality to it, and peacefulness radiated throughout her. She was happy just to stay here in Sally's arms and go back to sleep.

Sal's legs bent, pushing against Reader's until her legs folded along with Sal's, and his knee pressed between hers until their legs were stacked, one on top of the other. Readers body followed the curve of his and she closed her eyes.

Sal's hips pressed into her ass. She disregarded it. Sal could get squirmy when he was lightly asleep, body just moving because it feels nice. Reader hugged his arm to her chest and snuggled in, ready for sleep to take her.

Sal's hips again, pressing into her ass. A little harder this time. Then he stopped, body relaxing again.

Reader waited a few seconds and sure enough, Sal's hips pushed forward again. She could feel that he was beginning to harden, thicken, as his length was pressed between their bodies, and she pressed back, offering resistance so Sal pressed himself into her harder.

A sleepy groan from behind her let Reader know Sal was awake. For how long, who knew? Sal had a habit of laying perfectly still after waking, giving no sign that he was conscious at all. His hands trailed down to Reader's hips and pulled her back into him again, definitely harder now. His lips moved along the back of her neck, trailing light kisses to her shoulder. Another thrust, his length now pressing hard along where her cheeks met, fitting the crevice there perfectly.

And then Sal's hand on her hip was pulling, turning Reader onto her back so he could crawl up over her and kiss her properly. He wedged his lower body between her legs, resuming his small thrusts, about 30 seconds apart.

Sal smiled down at Reader sleepily from under sleep tousled blue hair. Light glinted off the glass eye in his right socket, forgotten before falling asleep, its iris a light, spring green. Reader lifted her head as he lowered his and they met in the middle in a gentle kiss. Sal's hand trailed up from Reader's hip, catching her shirt on the way up, and then he pulled the shirt up, pulling away from Reader's lips just long enough to let the shirt pass over her head before kissing her again.

Sal made an appreciative noise upon finding that no bra stood in his way, and he palmed her breasts, one in each hand. After a few moments more of kissing Reader, Sal pulled away to duck his head and kiss the tip of each breast.

Sal slipped his hand down the front of Readers pajama pants and rubbed her through her panties, taking advantage of her gasp and slipping his tongue into her mouth to slide against hers.

Sal wasn't the best kisser, though he had come a long way, but what he lacked in skill, he made up for in enthusiasm. He kissed Reader until she was breathless, all the while, lightly rubbing at the front of Reader's undies.

All this while, Sal's hips had intermittently been thrusting into Reader's lower body. Reader could feel him straining against his loose flannel pajama bottoms. She kissed Sal again and shifted so she could reach and slid her hand past the drawstring of Sal's pants and pulled him free of the soft blue fabric. Sal groaned as soon as Reader's fingers touched his cock and he broke the kiss, his good eye showing Reader she wasn't alone in being high still. He smiled at her lazily and bit his lip as Reader stroked him. Sal pushed his pants the rest of the way off, balancing on one knee, and then the other as he worked them down his legs and finally off.

Reader's attention had deepened on Sal's length. When Sal straightened from pulling the pajama pants from his ankles, Reader took the opportunity to lean forward and lick along his hardness before taking it into her mouth. Sal gasped and then groaned when Reader sucked at him while pulling away, and he looked down to see her wrapping a hand around the base of him. She adjusted her body so her neck wasn't at an odd angle and so she could be comfortable, and Sal stayed on his knees. His hands went to Readers hair and he pulled it back and away from her face, holding it in a loose ponytail as she moved her mouth along his cock.

Sal had to fight not to just let his hips swing freely into Reader's mouth. Instead, he let her move, giving her full control. Sal watched as Reader pushed her mouth down his length and back up it, getting a little closer to meeting her hand with her lips each time her head bobbed down. When her mouth touched her hand, she took her hand away and slid her mouth back up his length. She flicked her tongue against Sal's tip and then took him into her mouth again, sliding her mouth down and over him. Then she reached up and covered the hand Sal used to hold her hair, pressing his hand against her head.

Sal understood immediately, braced his hand in Reader's hair and pumped himself into her mouth gently. He moaned and let his head fall back on his shoulders as Reader let him fuck her mouth. He indulged himself for just a few moments, long enough to first feel, then see Reader with her lips touching the skin and short blue hair at the base of him and with her mouth full, took a mental picture of her looking up at him like that-

"Oh fuck!" Sally exclaimed, pulling Reader's head and mouth away quickly, his hand going to his cock and squeezing. He grinned sheepishly at Reader, who was smirking at Sal from where she sat before him.

"Almost made me cum" he chuckled as he crawled over Reader, kissing her thoroughly. 

He reached down and was pleased to find that Reader had helped him out and removed her underwear and pants. Nipping at Reader's lips, Sal gave his length a quick stroke, squeezing his tip lightly and then guided it to Reader's entrance.

Sal pushed into Reader slowly, giving her body time to adjust to him. He took his time, enjoying every inch as he filled her with his length. When he reached the end of her body in on the inside, Sal pulled out a little to give himself some room and then gave a few experimental thrusts. He made minute adjustments to both his angle and Reader's until he was satisfied.

Then he started thrusting in earnest, starting with short, quick thrusts that angled up at the end. Sal wrapped his big hands around Reader's hips and pulled her into his thrusts, loving the way she writhed for him and the cute little yip she made at the end of each upstroke. Reader loved the look that Sally got on his face during these intimate moments, that look that was reserved only for her. That look that said 'Mine.' Even now, the look was intensifying.

Sal made a sound, a low growl and pulled out just long enough to turn Reader around. Now she was draped over the arm of the couch, smooth back and shapely ass pleasing to the eye and on display. Sal reached out and rubbed Reader where he was just moments ago, let his fingers find her clit and played his fingertips in her slick and across it. He rubbed the same spot with his tip and then pierced Reader again in one, long smooth stroke. Reader wiggled her hips against him deliciously and Sal bit his lip as he started pumping into her again, his hands on her hips to pull her into him with every thrust.

Soon, the room was filled with Sal's loud, harsh breathing and Reader's soft moans. Sal's hands found their way back to Reader's hair, once again pulling it up into a loose ponytail in one of his big fists. From there, Sal used the ponytail as leverage and straightened his body, pulling Reader up against his chest as he thrust into her from behind. He felt Reader's lips on his jaw and craned his head down so he could kiss her with lips and teeth and tongue as she moaned into his mouth. Reader's moans got closer together, and then almost continual as Sal's hips jacked up into her body. She danced her body around him, meeting him with thrusts of her own, and then Reader clenched around him. She cried out, sudden and sharp as her body threw itself forward and Sal wrapped an arm around her waist to catch her just as she caught herself on the couch arm.

Reader felt Sal twitch inside her as she came, and then felt him pull out. When her vision cleared, he still hung, hard and ready to go while she dealt with aftershocks from the orgasm Sal had just given her.

"No fair" she whined as she laid back against the couch, body still uncoordinated and relaxed from her release. Sal adjusted her so her legs wouldn't lose circulation and fall asleep. "You still didn't finish."

Sal smiled at her, rubbing his hand along one of her thighs.

"Maybe I wasn't ready yet" he said, face playful, but his tone was 100% serious.

Sal moved so he was kneeling on the floor, and he situated himself to kneel between Reader's thighs. He slid his right arm under her thigh, lifting her slightly off the couch and moving her forward a little. Sal looped his left arm so it did the same and Reader watched as Sal leaned in towards her most private parts, and laid a feather light kiss on the inside of her left thigh. Sal's one blue eye rolled up to look at Reader's face as he kissed her right thigh in just the same place. Then he paused, letting anticipation build before delivering a lick right up the center of Reader's core.

Reader's hips bucked up off the couch, pressing more of her against Sal's mouth and tongue and he hugged her thighs to him as he moved with her jerks and twitches.

Sal held on, anchored Readers hips as he licked and nipped at the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. He alternated between slow but firm, long licks and bursts of quick, flickering movements along with sucks and some light scraping of teeth. He licked all of Reader's release he'd given her from her body and then replaced it when he brought her again, savoring her taste as she came on his tongue.

And then Reader had Sal's face in her hands, pulling him up from his knees. Her hands found his length as she pulled him onto the couch and into her arms. She kissed his lips with the taste of her still on them and brought a sigh from his lips with just a few gentle strokes.

Sal was underneath her as she look him into her body again, so warm. Her body swayed as she rocked above him, their bodies joined. Sal cupped both of Readers breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers as she swayed into another thrust from his hips. Reader kissed him just before Sal let out a groan, her mouth muffling the sound as Sal's hips picked up speed. Reader matched him and trailed kisses along the heavy scars along Sal's right cheek, stopping at his ear to fill it with quiet gasps and moans, tiny little mewling sounds, and whispers of "Oh, gods, Sal… Sally, please don't stop."

And he didn't. Not until right at the end, where he fought the inevitable. Reader had buckled down, clinging to Sal like a baby opossum when he tried to pull back to regain control.

Sal's breath left him suddenly, causing him to make a harsh sound somewhere between a moan and a shout with the 1-2 punch of pleasure. His eyes opened wide, the green glass one pointing slightly off center and seeing nothing, his real, blue one finding Reader's face, which was scrunched up in release, and locking on to her visage as if she was the only thing Sal saw. His hands squeezed, his right one on Reader's hip, aiding him in anchoring Readers hips onto his length, the left one kneading Readers breast as she rode out her orgasm, her inner muscles squeezing him just as tightly. Pleasure licked up through Sal's body and flung him off the edge. He pulled his hips back to thrust into his darling one last time, and he felt his release, felt him explode inside Reader where her body held him. Reader felt him twitching inside her over and over, his hands mirroring the pulse at her hip and chest. Sal's face went slack with his release, his jaw dropping a little, mouth opening softly, eye going soft focused and a little crossed (or at least seeming that way with the glass one being slightly out of alignment). 

A low sound, a sigh and a growl mixed came from Sal's mouth as he came back to his body. Reader was curled in his lap, her forehead resting on his collarbone when she came back to herself, Sal dusting kisses in her hair. He could feel what he had left in Reader starting to slowly trickle back down his shaft, still warm from their bodies, but already cooling.

"I think I know why they call it Thunder Fuck" Reader chuckled, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. Sally grabbed his shirt and cleaned first Reader, then himself up with it, and let Reader readjust herself in his lap.

Sal's right leg twitched, a fine tremor running through it like light, rolling thunder and Sal laughed as Reader noticed it, her brow arching quizzically.