24 Fic: Dinner Date, Tony/Michelle
Title: Dinner Date
Fandom: 24
Characters: Tony Almeida/Michelle Dessler
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michelle’s had a long day at work and Tony decides to make it up to her.
Author's Notes: Sooooo…this is a very delayed birthday!fic for my dear sweet
astrum_presul who gave me this prompt to work this. I love her looooooottttttttsssssss and thus, labored over this damn thing for forever. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Michelle Dessler was weary with exhaustion as she stepped inside the house she now shared with her fiancé. It had been a big deal, the move; explaining to Ryan Chappelle and Brad Hammond that they were engaged had been a real treat on it’s own, but explaining that they resided together every night anyway and wanted to make that official had been even more interesting. Chappelle hadn’t liked the idea of the two of them sharing an address and Hammond…Hammond just didn’t want to have to deal with any of it.
Not that any of it really mattered. All Michelle cared about was knowing who was going to be on the other side of that door when she came home at night after a hellacious day. Whether the powers that be thought it was a good idea or not she got to go home to Tony Almeida every night. She definitely wasn’t complaining.
As soon as she pushed open the front door Michelle knew right away he’d been busy. Delicious aromas flooded her nostrils, mingling with the scent of her vanilla candles. The lights coming from the kitchen were dim, and she felt her lips spread into a grin and the tension start to abscond from her muscles. Not bothering to kick off her heels, she strolled into the kitchen, popping out one hip and folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the doorframe.
The sound of things sizzling in the pan and the timer on the oven beeping meant he hadn’t heard her slip inside. Michelle’s smiled widened as she observed her fiance’s back and watched him move swiftly between the stove and the counter. Their small table was already set, tablecloth and candle sticks with her good china and wine glasses. Some fresh flowers sat in her favorite crystal vase in the middle.
She waited until he finally turned around and saw her to speak. His hair was mussed and his cheeks red from the heat of the room. His eyes widened a little when he first saw her and he licked the sweat from his upper lip, placing down the tray from the oven and rubbing his cheek.
“You’re earlier than I thought you would be,” he commented in surprise. Michelle laughed sweetly and took a step towards him.
“Night shift took over and traffic wasn’t too bad,” she reached out her arm, beckoning him towards her.
“What’s all this?”
“Just dinner,” he grinned as she patted his chest. “You hungry?”
“Starved. But it seems like you went to a lot of trouble for just dinner…”
His grin widened as his dropped his lips the short distance to hers.
“Hmmm…” he murmured when the kiss broke. “I keep saying I’m gonna take you out for a nice dinner and we never get around to it. So uh…” he brushed some hair off her cheek and kissed the happy smile on her lips.
“I brought a nice dinner to you. I know it wasn’t the plan, but…”
Her smile widened and she slid her arms around his neck, keeping him close.
“I like this better anyway…just you and me.”
Tony’s grin spread and he nuzzled her neck.
“You took the words right outta my mouth.”
After a minute he broke the embrace, keeping his hand in the small of her back.
“Wine?”
“In a minute. Let me just get out of these clothes.”
He threw a glance over his shoulder and smirked a little.
“Feel free to forget to put anything else back on,” he murmured suggestively. She rolled her eyes a little, collecting her purse and disappearing up the stairs.
……………………………
It wasn’t nothing, but it was close to it, she decided when she stepped out of her room again donning the grayish-purple, chiffon nighty that she’d picked up for his birthday that year. The way it cut her off far shorter than any skirt she’d ever wear, coupled with thin spaghetti straps and slight, er, push-up effect never failed to make his breath catch. She’d splashed some cold water on her face and retied her hair into a messy knot at the back of her neck, spritizing on a little of his favorite perfume to go with his favorite lingerie. He’d spent his day off cooking her a romantic dinner and, (she noticed as soon as she stepped inside their bedroom), doing the laundry and vacuuming the house. She figured he deserved a little of what he asked for even if she couldn’t sit through an entire meal stark naked.
She felt her cheeks flush with pride when she reappeared in the kitchen and his jaw dropped slightly, eyes clouding over with arousal. A smile touched her lips and she closed the distance between them and snaked her arms around his neck, pushing him back against the kitchen counter and dragging him down into an easy kiss. He groaned a little when her tongue touched his bottom lip, seeking entrance into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue circled hers, pulling her closer and tightening an arm around her waist as his other hand slid down her creamy thigh and up the back of her nighty to her matching lace panties, squeezing her butt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed against her through his jeans and one hand left his hair to grip his back.
When the kiss finally broke they were both breathing heavily. Her stomach clenched at the intensity with which he looked at her. Tracing the outline of his jaw lightly with a finger she bumped another kiss against his lips.
“I’m kinda hungry. I was hoping we could get through dinner first before we moved onto the naked thing.”
He nodded dumbly, pressing his face into her neck. His hands gripped her hips as he nuzzled her, sliding up to cup her breasts. She squeaked and he groaned.
“Damn, Michelle. You really don’t want to make it through dinner, do you?” he gasped breathlessly. She giggled lightly as he brushed his nose along the sheer fabric. Finally, she pushed on his chest gently, easing him away from her and indicating towards the stove.
“If that was the case I would’ve done the naked thing to begin with, honey,” she remarked wryly, delighting in his soft chuckle.
“Alright mister, time to feed me.”
The pasta dish he made was her absolute favorite. It was time consuming and he didn’t make it much given their work schedules but when he did…she thanked him in more ways than one. As she consumed bite after delicious bite she noted that tonight he was looking at her a little strangely, almost reverently, and she swore to herself if he hadn’t already popped the question he’d be getting down on one knee sometime between when the first glass of wine was poured and the time dessert was served. Not that he really needed to use a proposal as reason to get on his knees for her; she was open-minded like that.
Still, his eyes kept lifting to stare at her the entire meal, dark and serious. The soft candlelight highlighted the contours of his face and she found her heart beating a little faster every time he met her gaze. As she slurped down the last few noodles on her plate Tony reached for her fingers, kissing them softly and brushing the soft skin of her hand against his stubbly cheek. She shivered a little and he muttered an apology.
“You got home earlier than you said you would. I didn’t get time to change or shave or anything,” he explained, indicating to his sweaty white t-shirt and faded jeans. His five-o-clock shadow combined with the t-shirt and the candlelight and his tanned skin just made him look edible. He never needed apologize to her for how he looked, that was for certain.
She rolled her eyes a little. “I’m no better, honey. I only got out early because Ryan took pity on me I think. Had I known this was what you had planned I might’ve - ”
“You look beautiful, Michelle,” he kissed her fingers again. With an easy smile she abandoned her empty plate. He shifted in his chair just as she dropped into his lap, swinging her legs over his thighs and curling her arms around his neck.
She kissed him slowly, feeling him hum contentedly in response. Michelle beamed, brushing slightly damp hair out of his eyes.
“Hey sweetheart,” he breathed dumbly when the kiss broke. She giggled, running his thumb along rim of his ear and licking her lips a little. He sighed happily, caressing her bare legs and touching his mouth to her temple.
“I missed you today.”
“I missed you too,” she cuddled closer, dropping a kiss to his neck and feeling his breath catch. She grinned to herself.
“You ready for dessert?” he asked after a moment of quietly breathing each other in. Michelle shook her slowly, pulling back to lock eyes with him.
“Dessert can wait,” she declared as she slid out of his lap and held out a hand, a teasing smile on her lips. “Now I just want you to take me to bed.”
………….
Michelle giggled delightedly, ducking out of his reach and darting towards the hallway as he stalked after her. He watched her walk away, making small, almost guttural growls as she threw a little swagger in her step and moved slowly up the stairs. He caught up with her mid-climb, spinning her around and yanking her against him. She squealed as his mouth landed on hers, tongue probing between her lips and eagerly sliding against hers as he slid his arms around her and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
She murmured contentedly when he eased her to the floor, curling her arms around his hips and pulling him closer as his lips worked over hers and he explored her mouth thoroughly. His hands brushed across her legs as the kiss broke, his nose bumping hers as he nibbled at her neck.
“Goddamnit, Michelle, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, hands roving over her body almost reverently. One hand moved between her legs and he gently caressed her, chuckling when she tensed and her nails dug into his back a little. She whimpered as his thumbs dipped beneath the waist of her lace panties, wasting no time sliding them off her hips. His fingers returning to touch bare skin now as he nibbled on the soft skin of her neck. Michelle’s eyes rolled back a little as his ministrations between her legs continued, clutching at his t-shirt to steady herself.
“So I did good, huh honey?” he teased, fingering the strap of her nighty, but making no move to remove it from her. She laughed softly until he slid a finger between her slippery folds and grunted in approval. She was so wet already his own breathing picked up, stealing another kiss and grinning his unbearably sexy Tony-Almeida-grin as she panted into his mouth. Her legs wobbled as he nuzzled her neck and increased his speed a little. Her hips moved in time with each gentle thrust as he added another finger, all the while kissing and licking his way down to her lace-covered breasts. Eyes locked on hers, his thumb flicked her clit a few times, causing fresh moans to escape her lips.
“Tony…” she gasped, throbbing and burning and desperate for release. She was so close - so very, very close, - all it would take was a little extra flick and she’d be there. Just a little more…
“Tony, Tony please…”
He ignored her, the speed of his hand slowing it’s pace with obviously no intention of continuing as he withdrew from her body. He smoothed kisses across her upper breast, listening to her growl and her heart pound before he returned back to her lips. She watched him touch his drenched fingers to his lips, her own breath speeding up a little.
“You taste good, baby,” he told her with a soft kiss. She whined as he started to pull even further away, breathing still ragged and muscles still twitching. As he moved his lips back down her body she tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. His back muscles flexed as he crouched down and kissed her belly through the chiffon, still making no move to remove her nighty as he dropped to his knees.
“Tony…” she ached for where she knew he was going with this. The area between her legs was soaking wet and throbbed uncontrollably now and she yelped when he slid her nighty up past her hips. His eyes met hers and he smirked a little before he squeezed her ass and tugged her center towards his lips.
“Oh god, Tony,” she squeaked as his tongue flicked against her, wasting no time working her back up to the state she’d been in moments before. His hands eased her into a rocking motion and hers dropped, one buried tightly in his hair and the other caressing his jaw as he lapped at her more insistently, tongue dipping past her entrance. She moaned his name again and he pulled away to kiss her dark curls.
“You taste so good, baby,” he insisted, words brushing against her heated flesh. “I missed the hell outta you today. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he breathed, sounding almost a little pained. “We’re not leaving the bed tomorrow,” he growled in promise before sealing his mouth around her again. He tightened his grip on her, holding her upright and using one hand to spread her legs a little wider, dipping into her again and causing her to groan his name loudly and tug on his hair. She loved having a house with him for so many reasons, but one of them definitely had to be the lack of neighbors. Sometimes he worked her up so badly she couldn’t contain her moans and groans and whimpers and there had to be at least a few occasions of somebody else hearing something they weren’t supposed to hear.
His name came out in short pants and she bucked her hips against him, grinding against his face and moaning again.
“Tony…Tony…puh-please - oh!”
The orgasm rolled through her and her back arched as she pressed tightly against his face, feeling him groan too in response. He loved hearing her when she came. He continued to lick her softly, riding out her release with her until she stilled. He stood slowly, hands sliding beneath the soft fabric of her night and finally lifting it over her head. His mouth touched hers and she mewled, tasting herself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, breasts sealed tightly against his bristly chest. The kiss was a drastic contrast to the way he grinded against her, and he shuddered when her hands dropped to his belt and started unbuttoning his jeans.
Minutes later both sets of clothes - or his clothes and her lingerie - were on puddles in the floor and he was following her again, fingers locked in hers as she guided him to the bed. She crawled on first, shrieking delightedly when he tackled her beneath him and stole kisses from her lips. His cheeks were still flushed and she smoothed back some of her sweaty hair, pressing her mouth to his neck and rolling him onto his back.
He tugged her down on top of him, eyes wide as her slickness pressed against his stomach. Grinning, she pulled her hair out of its elastic, shaking her head and letting her curls spill everywhere. She badly needed a shower, but Tony’s murmur of approval told her he didn’t mind too much. She leaned forward, peaked nipples brushing against him and she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue flicked gently and his fingers dug a little more firmly into her back as she wormed her way down his chest.
Hands leading the way, she pressed and licked and caressed and nibbled at his tanned flesh, loving the way his fingers buried into her hair and tightened the lower she went. Glancing hip to offer him the sexiest grin she could muster, her palm smoothed down his length and he gasped at her barely-there caresses.
“Tony…” she murmured, waiting for him to find her eyes as she stroked him a little more firmly. He was already hard and that gave her a little thrill. She loved how easily she turned him on. Her head lowered and she ran her tongue over his length. He groaned and tightened the hand in her hair as she licked him a little harder. A few seconds later her lips sealed around his tip and she suckled gently, feeling his limbs shake a little against her.
Lifting her eyes to meet his, she parted her lips, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. He bucked hard, murmuring a soft apology amidst her giggles. She sucked a little harder as she slid up and down his length, one hand moving up to touch his thigh while the other caressed his balls. He moaned her name softly in warning and she grinned, pausing her motions but making no move to release him.
“M’chelle,” he urged, breaths raspy. She giggled again, getting another moan for her trouble.
“M’chelle, c’mere,” he ordered. She circled her tongue a little, feeling him jerk between her stilled lips.
“Please, baby,” he whined, cock pulsing between her lips. She flicked her tongue again, moving along his length a final time before finally parting her lips.
He wasted no time grasping for her hips and pulling her across his body. She was smiling widely and he positioned her over him and her hands came to rest on his shoulders, steadying herself.
“Ready?” he checked, teasing her wetness with the tip of his cock as she shifted her knees for a better position. She wiggled her hips a little against him, feeling him clench. Her own stomach tightened in response and a wave of arousal spread through her as his cock bumped her clit. She was done teasing him.
Curling a hand around his member she shifted a final time, easing him into position and sinking down upon him. The both groaned and she tightened around him, hands digging into his shoulders. He pulled himself upright, giving her better leverage and nuzzling her sweaty neck. Her smile softened when she watched his eyes cloud with arousal, gasping raggedly as she rocked her hips a little. Her palms pressed flat against his shoulders and she kissed his jaw as she started to move.
His hands cupped her butt, driving into her a little bit harder with each thrust and lapping gently at her dampened skin. She groaned, wrapping her arms around his back and pressing her breasts against him. His hand cupped her thigh, spreading her a little so he sank in deeper. They both moaned and whimpered, egging the other on and pleading for release. The tension was building within her quickly and she knew they were both so close already. He didn’t have far to go and she wanted to get there with him.
“How ya doin’?” he growled, flexing his hips and changing the angle for the better. She cried out softly, pushing down harder and shaking with each injection of his body. He was hitting her just right.
“I’m close,” she promised. “I’m so close, Tony I…ohh…” her limbs quivered and he rolled them quickly to the side, landing on his elbows and settling on top of her, pushing into her deeper still. One leg wrapped around his waist while the other she used for leverage against the mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her vision started to go, the soft colors of the dim room blurring. Her hair slid across the mattress and her eyes closed and opened each time he slid home.
“Tony, Tony, please I’m so…I’m so close,” she gasped desperately, lifting her hips against his. He nodded eagerly, licking her throat and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck.
“I know baby, I know. I can feel you.”
She cried out his name, burying her face into his neck. She physically ached for release.
“Fuck, Michelle!” he blurted out anxiously, pace increasing and hips slamming together frantically as he urged her to get there.
“Gotta come for me sweetheart,” he moaned desperately. “I need you to come for me…I…damnit!”
She yelped and nodded, head spinning now.
“So close Tony…I’m so…Tony!”
In what they both knew was the last second he had left she broke in his arms, clenching around him and throwing her head back against the pillows. He pushed inside her once, twice, three more times before finally finding his own release and filling her with his warmth.
His hips slowed against as their breathing leveled out and her hands dropped to his sweaty back. Finally, he stopped moving, settling his weight against her and kissing her neck softly.
“I love you,” he said quietly, seeking out her lips in a soft kiss. She smiled and returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He sighed contentedly, pressing closer to her instead of withdrawing from her body. She liked moments like this with him almost as much as she liked the rest of it. She liked keeping him close and inside her and savoring the feeling of it all.
“I love you too. Thank you for my dinner.”
He beamed proudly, inhaling deeply as their heart rates normalized. He rubbed her thigh and sighed happily.
“For you, sweetheart? Anytime.”
Fandom: 24
Characters: Tony Almeida/Michelle Dessler
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Michelle’s had a long day at work and Tony decides to make it up to her.
Author's Notes: Sooooo…this is a very delayed birthday!fic for my dear sweet
astrum_presul who gave me this prompt to work this. I love her looooooottttttttsssssss and thus, labored over this damn thing for forever. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Michelle Dessler was weary with exhaustion as she stepped inside the house she now shared with her fiancé. It had been a big deal, the move; explaining to Ryan Chappelle and Brad Hammond that they were engaged had been a real treat on it’s own, but explaining that they resided together every night anyway and wanted to make that official had been even more interesting. Chappelle hadn’t liked the idea of the two of them sharing an address and Hammond…Hammond just didn’t want to have to deal with any of it.
Not that any of it really mattered. All Michelle cared about was knowing who was going to be on the other side of that door when she came home at night after a hellacious day. Whether the powers that be thought it was a good idea or not she got to go home to Tony Almeida every night. She definitely wasn’t complaining.
As soon as she pushed open the front door Michelle knew right away he’d been busy. Delicious aromas flooded her nostrils, mingling with the scent of her vanilla candles. The lights coming from the kitchen were dim, and she felt her lips spread into a grin and the tension start to abscond from her muscles. Not bothering to kick off her heels, she strolled into the kitchen, popping out one hip and folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the doorframe.
The sound of things sizzling in the pan and the timer on the oven beeping meant he hadn’t heard her slip inside. Michelle’s smiled widened as she observed her fiance’s back and watched him move swiftly between the stove and the counter. Their small table was already set, tablecloth and candle sticks with her good china and wine glasses. Some fresh flowers sat in her favorite crystal vase in the middle.
She waited until he finally turned around and saw her to speak. His hair was mussed and his cheeks red from the heat of the room. His eyes widened a little when he first saw her and he licked the sweat from his upper lip, placing down the tray from the oven and rubbing his cheek.
“You’re earlier than I thought you would be,” he commented in surprise. Michelle laughed sweetly and took a step towards him.
“Night shift took over and traffic wasn’t too bad,” she reached out her arm, beckoning him towards her.
“What’s all this?”
“Just dinner,” he grinned as she patted his chest. “You hungry?”
“Starved. But it seems like you went to a lot of trouble for just dinner…”
His grin widened as his dropped his lips the short distance to hers.
“Hmmm…” he murmured when the kiss broke. “I keep saying I’m gonna take you out for a nice dinner and we never get around to it. So uh…” he brushed some hair off her cheek and kissed the happy smile on her lips.
“I brought a nice dinner to you. I know it wasn’t the plan, but…”
Her smile widened and she slid her arms around his neck, keeping him close.
“I like this better anyway…just you and me.”
Tony’s grin spread and he nuzzled her neck.
“You took the words right outta my mouth.”
After a minute he broke the embrace, keeping his hand in the small of her back.
“Wine?”
“In a minute. Let me just get out of these clothes.”
He threw a glance over his shoulder and smirked a little.
“Feel free to forget to put anything else back on,” he murmured suggestively. She rolled her eyes a little, collecting her purse and disappearing up the stairs.
……………………………
It wasn’t nothing, but it was close to it, she decided when she stepped out of her room again donning the grayish-purple, chiffon nighty that she’d picked up for his birthday that year. The way it cut her off far shorter than any skirt she’d ever wear, coupled with thin spaghetti straps and slight, er, push-up effect never failed to make his breath catch. She’d splashed some cold water on her face and retied her hair into a messy knot at the back of her neck, spritizing on a little of his favorite perfume to go with his favorite lingerie. He’d spent his day off cooking her a romantic dinner and, (she noticed as soon as she stepped inside their bedroom), doing the laundry and vacuuming the house. She figured he deserved a little of what he asked for even if she couldn’t sit through an entire meal stark naked.
She felt her cheeks flush with pride when she reappeared in the kitchen and his jaw dropped slightly, eyes clouding over with arousal. A smile touched her lips and she closed the distance between them and snaked her arms around his neck, pushing him back against the kitchen counter and dragging him down into an easy kiss. He groaned a little when her tongue touched his bottom lip, seeking entrance into his mouth as her fingers tangled in his hair. His tongue circled hers, pulling her closer and tightening an arm around her waist as his other hand slid down her creamy thigh and up the back of her nighty to her matching lace panties, squeezing her butt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed against her through his jeans and one hand left his hair to grip his back.
When the kiss finally broke they were both breathing heavily. Her stomach clenched at the intensity with which he looked at her. Tracing the outline of his jaw lightly with a finger she bumped another kiss against his lips.
“I’m kinda hungry. I was hoping we could get through dinner first before we moved onto the naked thing.”
He nodded dumbly, pressing his face into her neck. His hands gripped her hips as he nuzzled her, sliding up to cup her breasts. She squeaked and he groaned.
“Damn, Michelle. You really don’t want to make it through dinner, do you?” he gasped breathlessly. She giggled lightly as he brushed his nose along the sheer fabric. Finally, she pushed on his chest gently, easing him away from her and indicating towards the stove.
“If that was the case I would’ve done the naked thing to begin with, honey,” she remarked wryly, delighting in his soft chuckle.
“Alright mister, time to feed me.”
The pasta dish he made was her absolute favorite. It was time consuming and he didn’t make it much given their work schedules but when he did…she thanked him in more ways than one. As she consumed bite after delicious bite she noted that tonight he was looking at her a little strangely, almost reverently, and she swore to herself if he hadn’t already popped the question he’d be getting down on one knee sometime between when the first glass of wine was poured and the time dessert was served. Not that he really needed to use a proposal as reason to get on his knees for her; she was open-minded like that.
Still, his eyes kept lifting to stare at her the entire meal, dark and serious. The soft candlelight highlighted the contours of his face and she found her heart beating a little faster every time he met her gaze. As she slurped down the last few noodles on her plate Tony reached for her fingers, kissing them softly and brushing the soft skin of her hand against his stubbly cheek. She shivered a little and he muttered an apology.
“You got home earlier than you said you would. I didn’t get time to change or shave or anything,” he explained, indicating to his sweaty white t-shirt and faded jeans. His five-o-clock shadow combined with the t-shirt and the candlelight and his tanned skin just made him look edible. He never needed apologize to her for how he looked, that was for certain.
She rolled her eyes a little. “I’m no better, honey. I only got out early because Ryan took pity on me I think. Had I known this was what you had planned I might’ve - ”
“You look beautiful, Michelle,” he kissed her fingers again. With an easy smile she abandoned her empty plate. He shifted in his chair just as she dropped into his lap, swinging her legs over his thighs and curling her arms around his neck.
She kissed him slowly, feeling him hum contentedly in response. Michelle beamed, brushing slightly damp hair out of his eyes.
“Hey sweetheart,” he breathed dumbly when the kiss broke. She giggled, running his thumb along rim of his ear and licking her lips a little. He sighed happily, caressing her bare legs and touching his mouth to her temple.
“I missed you today.”
“I missed you too,” she cuddled closer, dropping a kiss to his neck and feeling his breath catch. She grinned to herself.
“You ready for dessert?” he asked after a moment of quietly breathing each other in. Michelle shook her slowly, pulling back to lock eyes with him.
“Dessert can wait,” she declared as she slid out of his lap and held out a hand, a teasing smile on her lips. “Now I just want you to take me to bed.”
………….
Michelle giggled delightedly, ducking out of his reach and darting towards the hallway as he stalked after her. He watched her walk away, making small, almost guttural growls as she threw a little swagger in her step and moved slowly up the stairs. He caught up with her mid-climb, spinning her around and yanking her against him. She squealed as his mouth landed on hers, tongue probing between her lips and eagerly sliding against hers as he slid his arms around her and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom.
She murmured contentedly when he eased her to the floor, curling her arms around his hips and pulling him closer as his lips worked over hers and he explored her mouth thoroughly. His hands brushed across her legs as the kiss broke, his nose bumping hers as he nibbled at her neck.
“Goddamnit, Michelle, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, hands roving over her body almost reverently. One hand moved between her legs and he gently caressed her, chuckling when she tensed and her nails dug into his back a little. She whimpered as his thumbs dipped beneath the waist of her lace panties, wasting no time sliding them off her hips. His fingers returning to touch bare skin now as he nibbled on the soft skin of her neck. Michelle’s eyes rolled back a little as his ministrations between her legs continued, clutching at his t-shirt to steady herself.
“So I did good, huh honey?” he teased, fingering the strap of her nighty, but making no move to remove it from her. She laughed softly until he slid a finger between her slippery folds and grunted in approval. She was so wet already his own breathing picked up, stealing another kiss and grinning his unbearably sexy Tony-Almeida-grin as she panted into his mouth. Her legs wobbled as he nuzzled her neck and increased his speed a little. Her hips moved in time with each gentle thrust as he added another finger, all the while kissing and licking his way down to her lace-covered breasts. Eyes locked on hers, his thumb flicked her clit a few times, causing fresh moans to escape her lips.
“Tony…” she gasped, throbbing and burning and desperate for release. She was so close - so very, very close, - all it would take was a little extra flick and she’d be there. Just a little more…
“Tony, Tony please…”
He ignored her, the speed of his hand slowing it’s pace with obviously no intention of continuing as he withdrew from her body. He smoothed kisses across her upper breast, listening to her growl and her heart pound before he returned back to her lips. She watched him touch his drenched fingers to his lips, her own breath speeding up a little.
“You taste good, baby,” he told her with a soft kiss. She whined as he started to pull even further away, breathing still ragged and muscles still twitching. As he moved his lips back down her body she tugged on his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. His back muscles flexed as he crouched down and kissed her belly through the chiffon, still making no move to remove her nighty as he dropped to his knees.
“Tony…” she ached for where she knew he was going with this. The area between her legs was soaking wet and throbbed uncontrollably now and she yelped when he slid her nighty up past her hips. His eyes met hers and he smirked a little before he squeezed her ass and tugged her center towards his lips.
“Oh god, Tony,” she squeaked as his tongue flicked against her, wasting no time working her back up to the state she’d been in moments before. His hands eased her into a rocking motion and hers dropped, one buried tightly in his hair and the other caressing his jaw as he lapped at her more insistently, tongue dipping past her entrance. She moaned his name again and he pulled away to kiss her dark curls.
“You taste so good, baby,” he insisted, words brushing against her heated flesh. “I missed the hell outta you today. I couldn’t wait for you to get home,” he breathed, sounding almost a little pained. “We’re not leaving the bed tomorrow,” he growled in promise before sealing his mouth around her again. He tightened his grip on her, holding her upright and using one hand to spread her legs a little wider, dipping into her again and causing her to groan his name loudly and tug on his hair. She loved having a house with him for so many reasons, but one of them definitely had to be the lack of neighbors. Sometimes he worked her up so badly she couldn’t contain her moans and groans and whimpers and there had to be at least a few occasions of somebody else hearing something they weren’t supposed to hear.
His name came out in short pants and she bucked her hips against him, grinding against his face and moaning again.
“Tony…Tony…puh-please - oh!”
The orgasm rolled through her and her back arched as she pressed tightly against his face, feeling him groan too in response. He loved hearing her when she came. He continued to lick her softly, riding out her release with her until she stilled. He stood slowly, hands sliding beneath the soft fabric of her night and finally lifting it over her head. His mouth touched hers and she mewled, tasting herself on his tongue as he deepened the kiss, breasts sealed tightly against his bristly chest. The kiss was a drastic contrast to the way he grinded against her, and he shuddered when her hands dropped to his belt and started unbuttoning his jeans.
Minutes later both sets of clothes - or his clothes and her lingerie - were on puddles in the floor and he was following her again, fingers locked in hers as she guided him to the bed. She crawled on first, shrieking delightedly when he tackled her beneath him and stole kisses from her lips. His cheeks were still flushed and she smoothed back some of her sweaty hair, pressing her mouth to his neck and rolling him onto his back.
He tugged her down on top of him, eyes wide as her slickness pressed against his stomach. Grinning, she pulled her hair out of its elastic, shaking her head and letting her curls spill everywhere. She badly needed a shower, but Tony’s murmur of approval told her he didn’t mind too much. She leaned forward, peaked nipples brushing against him and she pressed her lips to his. Her tongue flicked gently and his fingers dug a little more firmly into her back as she wormed her way down his chest.
Hands leading the way, she pressed and licked and caressed and nibbled at his tanned flesh, loving the way his fingers buried into her hair and tightened the lower she went. Glancing hip to offer him the sexiest grin she could muster, her palm smoothed down his length and he gasped at her barely-there caresses.
“Tony…” she murmured, waiting for him to find her eyes as she stroked him a little more firmly. He was already hard and that gave her a little thrill. She loved how easily she turned him on. Her head lowered and she ran her tongue over his length. He groaned and tightened the hand in her hair as she licked him a little harder. A few seconds later her lips sealed around his tip and she suckled gently, feeling his limbs shake a little against her.
Lifting her eyes to meet his, she parted her lips, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. He bucked hard, murmuring a soft apology amidst her giggles. She sucked a little harder as she slid up and down his length, one hand moving up to touch his thigh while the other caressed his balls. He moaned her name softly in warning and she grinned, pausing her motions but making no move to release him.
“M’chelle,” he urged, breaths raspy. She giggled again, getting another moan for her trouble.
“M’chelle, c’mere,” he ordered. She circled her tongue a little, feeling him jerk between her stilled lips.
“Please, baby,” he whined, cock pulsing between her lips. She flicked her tongue again, moving along his length a final time before finally parting her lips.
He wasted no time grasping for her hips and pulling her across his body. She was smiling widely and he positioned her over him and her hands came to rest on his shoulders, steadying herself.
“Ready?” he checked, teasing her wetness with the tip of his cock as she shifted her knees for a better position. She wiggled her hips a little against him, feeling him clench. Her own stomach tightened in response and a wave of arousal spread through her as his cock bumped her clit. She was done teasing him.
Curling a hand around his member she shifted a final time, easing him into position and sinking down upon him. The both groaned and she tightened around him, hands digging into his shoulders. He pulled himself upright, giving her better leverage and nuzzling her sweaty neck. Her smile softened when she watched his eyes cloud with arousal, gasping raggedly as she rocked her hips a little. Her palms pressed flat against his shoulders and she kissed his jaw as she started to move.
His hands cupped her butt, driving into her a little bit harder with each thrust and lapping gently at her dampened skin. She groaned, wrapping her arms around his back and pressing her breasts against him. His hand cupped her thigh, spreading her a little so he sank in deeper. They both moaned and whimpered, egging the other on and pleading for release. The tension was building within her quickly and she knew they were both so close already. He didn’t have far to go and she wanted to get there with him.
“How ya doin’?” he growled, flexing his hips and changing the angle for the better. She cried out softly, pushing down harder and shaking with each injection of his body. He was hitting her just right.
“I’m close,” she promised. “I’m so close, Tony I…ohh…” her limbs quivered and he rolled them quickly to the side, landing on his elbows and settling on top of her, pushing into her deeper still. One leg wrapped around his waist while the other she used for leverage against the mattress, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her vision started to go, the soft colors of the dim room blurring. Her hair slid across the mattress and her eyes closed and opened each time he slid home.
“Tony, Tony, please I’m so…I’m so close,” she gasped desperately, lifting her hips against his. He nodded eagerly, licking her throat and sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck.
“I know baby, I know. I can feel you.”
She cried out his name, burying her face into his neck. She physically ached for release.
“Fuck, Michelle!” he blurted out anxiously, pace increasing and hips slamming together frantically as he urged her to get there.
“Gotta come for me sweetheart,” he moaned desperately. “I need you to come for me…I…damnit!”
She yelped and nodded, head spinning now.
“So close Tony…I’m so…Tony!”
In what they both knew was the last second he had left she broke in his arms, clenching around him and throwing her head back against the pillows. He pushed inside her once, twice, three more times before finally finding his own release and filling her with his warmth.
His hips slowed against as their breathing leveled out and her hands dropped to his sweaty back. Finally, he stopped moving, settling his weight against her and kissing her neck softly.
“I love you,” he said quietly, seeking out her lips in a soft kiss. She smiled and returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He sighed contentedly, pressing closer to her instead of withdrawing from her body. She liked moments like this with him almost as much as she liked the rest of it. She liked keeping him close and inside her and savoring the feeling of it all.
“I love you too. Thank you for my dinner.”
He beamed proudly, inhaling deeply as their heart rates normalized. He rubbed her thigh and sighed happily.
“For you, sweetheart? Anytime.”