Laura/Lee, R
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October 18 2011, 15:20:38 UTC
“Captain--” Apollo. She continues in her mind as his mouth is on hers before she can finish. He tastes like toothpaste and under that cigar and ambrosia. It’s an older than a young man like him should taste.
“Call me Lee,” he’s whispering now, his mouth on the side of her neck. Impatient, but not as much as she might have thought. His hair is damp and she can also smell soap on his skin. He took time to shower before seeing her. Did nothing to cool his ardor, though.
“Say it,” he’s insisting, his hand untying her robe. She’s naked beneath it. No need for preamble.
“Lee,” she chokes out, on a gasp the word getting stuck in her throat. He’s licking her pulse there, once, twice, three times and she squirms a little. Who’s impatient now, she asks herself.
The blue robe slides to the floor with only a slight whisper. She allows him to lay her on the bed, feels his civilian clothing rough against her skin, notes her heartbeat quicken at the sensation. He’s looking at her but she’s looking past him to the ceiling, as he runs his hand down the length of her body, shoulder, underarm, breast, waist, hip. It costs her to remain still under his hand, and she knows right then it’s going to be good tonight. Very good.
“I love you,” he says and she almost smiles. He’s still so very young. She does look at him then and finds that he’s completely serious. He’s different tonight. Tonight they won, but he’s not here for the spoils of battle. He’s here for something else. She’d like to believe it was only sex.
His eyes are darker now. Pain, and she has to look away. She can still hear him though and feel him slide inside easily a moment later, as she is impossibly ready for him, shamelessly eager.
“I do love you,” he says again. Less impatient and more lost, with the tinge of hurt he’s trying to hide. She gasps as he moves and her eyes open as his words echo in her head.
“Lee,” she says again because he likes it. He pauses as she wraps her legs around him, his eyes upon hers.
“I--” She puts a finger to his mouth. Kisses him instead. Then she closes her eyes again as he moans and begins to move again.
This will have to end . . . soon, she thinks even as her body begins to spasm, the pleasure as good as she’d predicted, perhaps better.
Soon. Her thoughts scatter and she surrenders to her body. Even she can’t ignore everything for too long.
“Call me Lee,” he’s whispering now, his mouth on the side of her neck. Impatient, but not as much as she might have thought. His hair is damp and she can also smell soap on his skin. He took time to shower before seeing her. Did nothing to cool his ardor, though.
“Say it,” he’s insisting, his hand untying her robe. She’s naked beneath it. No need for preamble.
“Lee,” she chokes out, on a gasp the word getting stuck in her throat. He’s licking her pulse there, once, twice, three times and she squirms a little. Who’s impatient now, she asks herself.
The blue robe slides to the floor with only a slight whisper. She allows him to lay her on the bed, feels his civilian clothing rough against her skin, notes her heartbeat quicken at the sensation. He’s looking at her but she’s looking past him to the ceiling, as he runs his hand down the length of her body, shoulder, underarm, breast, waist, hip. It costs her to remain still under his hand, and she knows right then it’s going to be good tonight. Very good.
“I love you,” he says and she almost smiles. He’s still so very young. She does look at him then and finds that he’s completely serious. He’s different tonight. Tonight they won, but he’s not here for the spoils of battle. He’s here for something else. She’d like to believe it was only sex.
His eyes are darker now. Pain, and she has to look away. She can still hear him though and feel him slide inside easily a moment later, as she is impossibly ready for him, shamelessly eager.
“I do love you,” he says again. Less impatient and more lost, with the tinge of hurt he’s trying to hide. She gasps as he moves and her eyes open as his words echo in her head.
“Lee,” she says again because he likes it. He pauses as she wraps her legs around him, his eyes upon hers.
“I--” She puts a finger to his mouth. Kisses him instead. Then she closes her eyes again as he moans and begins to move again.
This will have to end . . . soon, she thinks even as her body begins to spasm, the pleasure as good as she’d predicted, perhaps better.
Soon. Her thoughts scatter and she surrenders to her body. Even she can’t ignore everything for too long.
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