fic: Selfish Fire, Kira/Lacus, NC-17
Title: Selfish Fire
Pairing: Kira/Lacus
Genre: Romance/Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sometimes it's okay to selfish every once in awhile.
Author's Notes: One of the two written fics for the CoL2 challenge at the Love Reflection ML with this being the Kira/Lacus entry. Needless to say many thanks to blkros for bringing me into this wonderful challenge with her convincing words, twinbells for setting it up the challenge along with blkros by providing prizes for the ML, my lovely wifey, sandypaw, for beating said fic although I think she enjoyed readin it more than me writing it, and those who reviewed this fic at the ML. But these three women deserve a lot of love for their efforts. <333
Disclaimer: The characters used in this show aren't mine. They belong to Sunrise, Bandai, and whatever other company has a say in their fate.
Lacus tossed and turned in the bed where she lay, unable to sleep. Clad in a long, slim silk nightgown, she had tried to sleep… but the dreams were affecting her ability to do so. She finally sat up in bed, sighing. “Might as well get up. I’m obviously not going to get to sleep tonight,” she muttered, slipping out of the bed, being careful not to disturb Kira, and wrapped a blanket around herself.
She walked further into the living room where the small fire they had set was slowly burning down in the hearth. Lacus picked up a piece of wood and added it to the flames, stoking it until it burned merrily once more. She stood there for a while, staring into the fire, occasionally tugging the blanket closer around her slim body, when suddenly a soft noise startled her into turning around.
“Sorry,” he said softly as he stood in a doorway she hadn’t noticed before when she came in. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He came further into the room, the firelight softly playing over his bare chest and legs. A soft pair of cotton shorts hugged his lean hips, making her swallow slightly at the reaction all that bare flesh provoked in her own body.
“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep,” she replied, looking back at the fire, getting lost in her own thoughts yet again. Kira shot a worrying glance at her while sitting down next to her on the floor. “Are you sure?” he asked again, putting an arm on her shoulder.
“Yeah. Just thinking about things: what would have, could have, and should have. Nothing for you to really worry about,” she said trying to assuage his worries. Kira frowned as his hold on her tightened. “You told me those dreams stopped.” Almost involuntarily she brought her head so that her eyes met his in an understanding glance.
“Listen,” she whispered softly, “I’m fine. It’s nothing for you to really worry about. It’s nothing compared to what you went through during that time. It would seem selfish of me to make my worries yours.”
He looked at her with a touch of exasperation. “It’s not selfish of you. You’re human,” he furtively whispered, bringing his forehead to where it touched hers. A small smile touched his lips. “You know: it wouldn’t hurt for you to be selfish every once in awhile. I know,” he said, raising a finger to her parted lips before she could make any sort of objection, “that it’s not in your nature but indulge yourself every once in awhile. Who knows? You might actually enjoy being the one pampered for once. Plus, I sort of vowed myself to take care of you,” he said all while bringing up her left hand to show her the shining ring adorning her finger.
A smile threatened to break across her face as she glanced at the adorning ring on his left hand as well. “Well, if you insist. Hmm, I want you to help me forget about this.” Kira smirked. “My pleasure,” he growled, suddenly attacking her mouth with fervor. He sudden attacked her neck with kisses and nips all while she making breathless noises which fueled his desire for her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, the last part of her statement almost muffled as his lips sealed themselves to hers, a soft moan slipping from her as his soft kiss aroused her wildly, his tongue slipping in to tease and stroke at hers.
He moaned softly in reply to hers as he tasted her, his tongue stroking into the honeyed recesses of her mouth, her intoxicating taste inflaming him beyond belief, finally breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against hers, both of them panting from the feelings the kiss had aroused.
“Oh God yes,” she breathed, arching her head back to give him easier access to her soft skin, her hands letting go of the blanket in favor of sliding up his hard chest, the blanket slithering down to pool at her feet, revealing the silky nightgown she wore. His breath caught as he saw her body; he was always mesmerized by her beauty, no matter how many times he saw her. His hands tightened where they rested on her slim waist, and he felt his already throbbing cock jump from the sight.
Abruptly he leaned down, slipping his arm under her legs and hoisting her easily in his arms, turning to kick his door the rest of the way open and carrying her into their room, laying her down on the bed gently. His mouth claimed hers once more in an erotic press of lips and tongues, his teeth catching her full lower lip between them, softly suckling. His hands, given free reign, slowly slid down her sides, deliberately avoiding her more sensitive areas for the moment, feeling her tremble under his touch as he did so.
Lying there, held in his arms as he slowly kissed her senseless, she was in sheer heaven. She moaned at his gentle touch, wanting more with every caress of his strong hands, her body arching off the bed to press against his. Her hands roamed restlessly through his thick hair, pressing him closer to their hungry kiss, every touch of his hands sending darts of fire to pool in the hot, heavy swirl of sensation between her legs.
She arched her head back as his lips slowly slid down her neck, her breath catching as his strong, callused hand cupped her soft, rounded breast, the nipple hard and aching for his touch. She jumped, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through her as his thumb slowly stroked over the hard nub, a soft whimper drawn from her lips. Not to be undone, her hands slid down his chest, smoothing all over his smooth chest, drawing a soft, almost inaudible gasp from him as her nails gently scored his nipples.
He groaned inwardly, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, unsure if he’d be able to control himself if she kept touching him like that. He had restrained himself far too long, and his desire for her was raging almost beyond his tenuous control. Even as he thought this, her hands slid lower, trailing teasingly over his flat stomach to slip under the waist of his shorts, stroking against the very thing making him lose all reason.
He forgot to breathe as her hands stroked and teased his throbbing cock, short, sharp moans of pleasure tearing themselves from his lips with every gentle caress of her fingertips, jerking slightly as he felt the exquisite caress of her nails on the sensitive flesh. With an effort, he brought himself back to earth, desperately dragging her hands from their tormenting explorations and holding them above her head as his lips ravaged the soft skin of her throat, struggling to get his breathing under control as he let his mouth slide further down her neck.
He transferred his grip on her hands to one hand, his free hand now cupping her full breast, thumb stroking slowly over the nipple, the sound of her moan like music in his ears. Of its own accord, his hand left her breast, stroking down over her flat stomach, his lips moving down to replace his hand at her hard nipple, drawing it deep into his wet mouth. His hand slowly slid lower, cupping her hot womanhood through the gown, hearing her louder moan at his touch, nearly losing control as he felt her hot dampness even through the silk separating his fingers from their goal. Gasping for breath, he drew his hand away, struggling to contain his arousal.
She moaned in denial, struggling ineffectually against his strong grasp, the feel of her body rubbing sensually against his hard body in her struggles making her wilder. “Let… let me touch you,” she whispered between ragged breaths, the plea audible in her tone.
“No… I can’t… think when you do,” he managed to get out, barely suppressing a moan of near agony as he felt her soft, silk-clad body rubbing against his in her struggles. Nearly desperate to feel her soft skin against his own, he let his hand slide down her side to swiftly tug up her gown between kisses, divesting her of it finally. He then tugged his shorts off and pressed his body to hers, a moan of sheer satisfaction issuing from him as her soft skin slid against his, her nipples pressing against his chest. Desperately trying to arouse her further in an effort to ignore his own raging arousal, his mouth descended onto her nipple, sucking it in, his tongue playing slowly with the stiff, pebble-hard nub as he gently tugged with his teeth, the edges scraping over the sensitive skin.
She cried out softly, her body arching off the bed as she felt him take her sensitive nipple into his mouth, moaning her approval as threads of fire shot from her breast to her loins, the hot dampness between her legs growing even wetter. His mouth left that breast only to move onto the other, treating it with the same tender attentions, making her squirm as her arousal grew with every scrape of his rough tongue over the stiff nipple.
He paused, lifting his head to give her a sexy, steaming look from his incredible eyes. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he whispered, giving her a sexy grin. With no further warning, he slid further down her body, settling his wide chest between her thighs, releasing her hands finally in favor of holding onto her hips, his lips pursing to softly and deliberately blow on the wet, glistening thatch of hair between her legs, his hot breath parting the strands.
“Oh God...” was all she managed to get out before a soft, agonized cry of pleasure cut her off as his hot mouth descended to her sensitive, wet flesh, his tongue scraping up the tiny seam in one long, slow lick. She ceased to think, ceased to breathe, her body becoming pure sensation as she felt him gently capture the small, throbbing button where all her pleasure seemed concentrated between his teeth, the edges scraping over the incredibly sensitive flesh even as his tongue scraped roughly over it. Moaning, almost crying from the pleasure that was almost too intense to bear, she struggled wildly, panting, soft, incoherent pleas escaping her.
He restrained her easily as she struggled against his hold, chuckling softly. “Easy angel; I’m nowhere near through with you.” The tiny taste of her he’d gotten not near enough, he dove back in, his tongue flicking, gliding, and scraping over every inch of her sensitive skin, loving the taste of her hot juices. He flicked his tongue over the tiny nub nestled within the folds, smiling wickedly as she jumped, moaning her approval.
Not content to merely tease her, the taste of her inflaming him beyond belief, he spread the delicate folds wide, his tongue slowly sliding over every sensitive inch of her flesh. He was so involved that he barely noticed her cries and pleas for release, barely noticed her hands twined in his hair in a death grip; he simply loved her with his mouth, licking, nibbling, and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
For what seemed like hours he tasted her, licking up every drop of her nectar, occasionally tugging at the small, throbbing jewel of her womanhood with his teeth, teasing her mercilessly in retaliation for the exquisite pleasure she’d given him with her touch. Through the haze of pleasure clouding his head, he heard her sobs of pleasure, the sound arousing him more than he ever thought possible.
Finally he felt her stiffen, a short, sharp scream issuing from her as she was pushed over the edge of an intense climax from his ministrations, her fingers tangling roughly in his hair as she arched up to the exquisite touch of his mouth. He grinned to himself, treating himself to one more soft lick before sliding up her sweat-sheened body, pressing soft kisses everywhere he went, paying special attention to her rounded breasts, rolling over so she rested on top of him and gazing intensely up into her dazed and clouded blue eyes.
She hadn’t quite come down from the incredible climax he’d given her when she realized that she was resting on top of him, his arms supporting her limp, pleasure-soaked body while his hard, throbbing erection slowly rubbed against the small of her back. “God,” she whispered, still panting. “N- now what?”
He chuckled, nudging her meaningfully with his hardness, loving the sight of her, so dazed and flushed with passion. “We can’t always be selfish,” he whispered, “Now, we both get to have some fun.”
He shook his head at her questioning glance, gazing steadily up at her, the time he had spent pleasuring her giving him back a measure of control. “I want you on top this time. I want you to know how it feels to be the one in control,” he told her softly, slowly hitching himself into a semi-sitting position, leaning back against the pillows and moving his hands to her hips, suppressing a groan as his cock rubbed against the silky skin of her buttocks. “I want you to take me; not the other way around. I want to feel you clenching tightly around me as I fill you so incredibly deep that you’ll think we’re joined forever.”
She gazed at him, seeing the intense passion in his eyes, knowing that it was mirrored in her own as the thought of being able to take him to the heights he had taken her tickled her senses. Slowly, she leaned down, pressing her lips against his, tasting her own essence on his lips and finding that it aroused her wildly.
Slowly she pulled back, giving him a sultry look as she whispered, “Just remember; you asked for this.” With that, she slowly inched up, then delicately slid back down, his hard, throbbing cock sliding into her wet sheath inch by inch, her breath catching as he slid fully into her, reveling in the feel of him deep inside of her.
His hands clenched momentarily on her hips as he slid into her, his head arching back onto the pillows as he felt his control begin to slip away. The feel of her hot, tight sheath all but making him demented with the need to thrust deep and deeper into her. She felt like hot silk around him, her tight walls rippling and pulsing with the last aftershocks of her climax. “God, angel,” he moaned softly, biting his lip, his hands trembling slightly on her hips. “God, you feel so damn good…” He bit back another moan as she shifted slightly, gasping as this caused her sheath to tighten further, making his hardness rub adhesively against her inner walls, feeling his control ebb dangerously at the erotic sensation.
“Ready to be taken?” she whispered softly, her hands resting on his shoulders as she slowly began to move, her sheath tightening around him with every stroke as she slid up and down, soft moans of pleasure issuing from her lips at the feel of his cock stroking at her inner walls, feeling the slow buildup of pleasure once again deep within her.
He gritted his teeth, one hand moving from her hip to clench in the covers on the bed, his hot gaze riveted to her sexy body as she writhed above him, unable to keep from moaning as she took him. God yes, she was taking him; riding him so sweetly he thought he might die from the pleasure of it, his control slipping a notch every time she tightened, her wet sheath rippling around him, forcing his throbbing, sensitive skin to scrape against her inner walls.
Trembling, he forced himself to stay still as she slowly writhed over him, yet unable to keep his hips from meeting her sensual thrusts time and again, his mind nearly unable to cope with the blinding pleasure of her wet heat. He bit his lip, panting, knowing he was within an inch of snapping, when she suddenly leaned down, her tongue slowly and delicately tracing over his stiff nipple, her teeth gently nipping.
He froze, his whole being concentrated on feeling everything she did to him for one split second, then he snapped, grasping her hips in strong hands and rolling them both over, his mouth coming down to take hers in a voracious kiss as he began desperately thrusting into her. He moaned into the kiss as her arms came up around his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as she met every deep thrust, her nails scoring into his back as they both desperately sought their pleasure.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he threw his head back, his teeth clenching as he felt her spasm around him, dimly hearing her scream his name in the midst of her climax, before his control, hanging on by one tiny thread, totally cracked, crying out her name as he came deep inside her, the hot spasms of pleasure squeezing his mind into shreds, finally collapsing on top of her, their panting breaths mingling as they lay there.
“Oh God,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her sweat-soaked skin, sitting up enough to gaze into her eyes, noting the dazed, soft look of pleasure and feeling a stab of male pride that he had put it there. Gently he stroked a damp strand of hair from her face, leaning down to press his lips softly to hers, feeling her body still trembling in the aftermath of her pleasure.
She whispered his name softly against his lips, holding him close to her, kissing him again and again, struggling to show him what she couldn’t put into words; the incredible pleasure he had brought her, and the way she felt about him. She moaned in denial as he slipped from inside her, lying down next to her, his eyes gazing steadily at hers. Her hand came up to gently stroke a strand of hair back from his forehead, then gently cup his face as she told him softly, “It’s never been like that before.”
“I know what you mean. I think that’s all for me tonight,” he said, stretching languorously.
“That’s good,” she said, covering a yawn with one hand. “Between not being able to sleep, being selfish, and,” here she paused to blush delicately, “you wearing me out, I could use a bit of rest.” She gave him a mischievous look from under her lashes.
“Me? Who was the one who made me snap, I ask you?” he said cheekily, even as he gently moved her under the covers, joining her a second later and curving his hard body to conform around hers once again.
“Why I believe that would be me,” she said, female pride coloring her tone as she laid her head against his shoulder, her arms going around his neck. “Mmmm, and what fun it was,” she said sleepily. She smiled, snuggling into his arms, her eyes slowly slipping closed as his closeness and the gentle stroking of her hair lulled her into a doze.
“Good night, angel,” he whispered against her hair, finding himself slipping in as well to sleep with his angel in his arms.
end
Pairing: Kira/Lacus
Genre: Romance/Lemon
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sometimes it's okay to selfish every once in awhile.
Author's Notes: One of the two written fics for the CoL2 challenge at the Love Reflection ML with this being the Kira/Lacus entry. Needless to say many thanks to blkros for bringing me into this wonderful challenge with her convincing words, twinbells for setting it up the challenge along with blkros by providing prizes for the ML, my lovely wifey, sandypaw, for beating said fic although I think she enjoyed readin it more than me writing it, and those who reviewed this fic at the ML. But these three women deserve a lot of love for their efforts. <333
Disclaimer: The characters used in this show aren't mine. They belong to Sunrise, Bandai, and whatever other company has a say in their fate.
Lacus tossed and turned in the bed where she lay, unable to sleep. Clad in a long, slim silk nightgown, she had tried to sleep… but the dreams were affecting her ability to do so. She finally sat up in bed, sighing. “Might as well get up. I’m obviously not going to get to sleep tonight,” she muttered, slipping out of the bed, being careful not to disturb Kira, and wrapped a blanket around herself.
She walked further into the living room where the small fire they had set was slowly burning down in the hearth. Lacus picked up a piece of wood and added it to the flames, stoking it until it burned merrily once more. She stood there for a while, staring into the fire, occasionally tugging the blanket closer around her slim body, when suddenly a soft noise startled her into turning around.
“Sorry,” he said softly as he stood in a doorway she hadn’t noticed before when she came in. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He came further into the room, the firelight softly playing over his bare chest and legs. A soft pair of cotton shorts hugged his lean hips, making her swallow slightly at the reaction all that bare flesh provoked in her own body.
“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep,” she replied, looking back at the fire, getting lost in her own thoughts yet again. Kira shot a worrying glance at her while sitting down next to her on the floor. “Are you sure?” he asked again, putting an arm on her shoulder.
“Yeah. Just thinking about things: what would have, could have, and should have. Nothing for you to really worry about,” she said trying to assuage his worries. Kira frowned as his hold on her tightened. “You told me those dreams stopped.” Almost involuntarily she brought her head so that her eyes met his in an understanding glance.
“Listen,” she whispered softly, “I’m fine. It’s nothing for you to really worry about. It’s nothing compared to what you went through during that time. It would seem selfish of me to make my worries yours.”
He looked at her with a touch of exasperation. “It’s not selfish of you. You’re human,” he furtively whispered, bringing his forehead to where it touched hers. A small smile touched his lips. “You know: it wouldn’t hurt for you to be selfish every once in awhile. I know,” he said, raising a finger to her parted lips before she could make any sort of objection, “that it’s not in your nature but indulge yourself every once in awhile. Who knows? You might actually enjoy being the one pampered for once. Plus, I sort of vowed myself to take care of you,” he said all while bringing up her left hand to show her the shining ring adorning her finger.
A smile threatened to break across her face as she glanced at the adorning ring on his left hand as well. “Well, if you insist. Hmm, I want you to help me forget about this.” Kira smirked. “My pleasure,” he growled, suddenly attacking her mouth with fervor. He sudden attacked her neck with kisses and nips all while she making breathless noises which fueled his desire for her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, the last part of her statement almost muffled as his lips sealed themselves to hers, a soft moan slipping from her as his soft kiss aroused her wildly, his tongue slipping in to tease and stroke at hers.
He moaned softly in reply to hers as he tasted her, his tongue stroking into the honeyed recesses of her mouth, her intoxicating taste inflaming him beyond belief, finally breaking the kiss and leaning his forehead against hers, both of them panting from the feelings the kiss had aroused.
“Oh God yes,” she breathed, arching her head back to give him easier access to her soft skin, her hands letting go of the blanket in favor of sliding up his hard chest, the blanket slithering down to pool at her feet, revealing the silky nightgown she wore. His breath caught as he saw her body; he was always mesmerized by her beauty, no matter how many times he saw her. His hands tightened where they rested on her slim waist, and he felt his already throbbing cock jump from the sight.
Abruptly he leaned down, slipping his arm under her legs and hoisting her easily in his arms, turning to kick his door the rest of the way open and carrying her into their room, laying her down on the bed gently. His mouth claimed hers once more in an erotic press of lips and tongues, his teeth catching her full lower lip between them, softly suckling. His hands, given free reign, slowly slid down her sides, deliberately avoiding her more sensitive areas for the moment, feeling her tremble under his touch as he did so.
Lying there, held in his arms as he slowly kissed her senseless, she was in sheer heaven. She moaned at his gentle touch, wanting more with every caress of his strong hands, her body arching off the bed to press against his. Her hands roamed restlessly through his thick hair, pressing him closer to their hungry kiss, every touch of his hands sending darts of fire to pool in the hot, heavy swirl of sensation between her legs.
She arched her head back as his lips slowly slid down her neck, her breath catching as his strong, callused hand cupped her soft, rounded breast, the nipple hard and aching for his touch. She jumped, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through her as his thumb slowly stroked over the hard nub, a soft whimper drawn from her lips. Not to be undone, her hands slid down his chest, smoothing all over his smooth chest, drawing a soft, almost inaudible gasp from him as her nails gently scored his nipples.
He groaned inwardly, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, unsure if he’d be able to control himself if she kept touching him like that. He had restrained himself far too long, and his desire for her was raging almost beyond his tenuous control. Even as he thought this, her hands slid lower, trailing teasingly over his flat stomach to slip under the waist of his shorts, stroking against the very thing making him lose all reason.
He forgot to breathe as her hands stroked and teased his throbbing cock, short, sharp moans of pleasure tearing themselves from his lips with every gentle caress of her fingertips, jerking slightly as he felt the exquisite caress of her nails on the sensitive flesh. With an effort, he brought himself back to earth, desperately dragging her hands from their tormenting explorations and holding them above her head as his lips ravaged the soft skin of her throat, struggling to get his breathing under control as he let his mouth slide further down her neck.
He transferred his grip on her hands to one hand, his free hand now cupping her full breast, thumb stroking slowly over the nipple, the sound of her moan like music in his ears. Of its own accord, his hand left her breast, stroking down over her flat stomach, his lips moving down to replace his hand at her hard nipple, drawing it deep into his wet mouth. His hand slowly slid lower, cupping her hot womanhood through the gown, hearing her louder moan at his touch, nearly losing control as he felt her hot dampness even through the silk separating his fingers from their goal. Gasping for breath, he drew his hand away, struggling to contain his arousal.
She moaned in denial, struggling ineffectually against his strong grasp, the feel of her body rubbing sensually against his hard body in her struggles making her wilder. “Let… let me touch you,” she whispered between ragged breaths, the plea audible in her tone.
“No… I can’t… think when you do,” he managed to get out, barely suppressing a moan of near agony as he felt her soft, silk-clad body rubbing against his in her struggles. Nearly desperate to feel her soft skin against his own, he let his hand slide down her side to swiftly tug up her gown between kisses, divesting her of it finally. He then tugged his shorts off and pressed his body to hers, a moan of sheer satisfaction issuing from him as her soft skin slid against his, her nipples pressing against his chest. Desperately trying to arouse her further in an effort to ignore his own raging arousal, his mouth descended onto her nipple, sucking it in, his tongue playing slowly with the stiff, pebble-hard nub as he gently tugged with his teeth, the edges scraping over the sensitive skin.
She cried out softly, her body arching off the bed as she felt him take her sensitive nipple into his mouth, moaning her approval as threads of fire shot from her breast to her loins, the hot dampness between her legs growing even wetter. His mouth left that breast only to move onto the other, treating it with the same tender attentions, making her squirm as her arousal grew with every scrape of his rough tongue over the stiff nipple.
He paused, lifting his head to give her a sexy, steaming look from his incredible eyes. “You haven’t felt anything yet,” he whispered, giving her a sexy grin. With no further warning, he slid further down her body, settling his wide chest between her thighs, releasing her hands finally in favor of holding onto her hips, his lips pursing to softly and deliberately blow on the wet, glistening thatch of hair between her legs, his hot breath parting the strands.
“Oh God...” was all she managed to get out before a soft, agonized cry of pleasure cut her off as his hot mouth descended to her sensitive, wet flesh, his tongue scraping up the tiny seam in one long, slow lick. She ceased to think, ceased to breathe, her body becoming pure sensation as she felt him gently capture the small, throbbing button where all her pleasure seemed concentrated between his teeth, the edges scraping over the incredibly sensitive flesh even as his tongue scraped roughly over it. Moaning, almost crying from the pleasure that was almost too intense to bear, she struggled wildly, panting, soft, incoherent pleas escaping her.
He restrained her easily as she struggled against his hold, chuckling softly. “Easy angel; I’m nowhere near through with you.” The tiny taste of her he’d gotten not near enough, he dove back in, his tongue flicking, gliding, and scraping over every inch of her sensitive skin, loving the taste of her hot juices. He flicked his tongue over the tiny nub nestled within the folds, smiling wickedly as she jumped, moaning her approval.
Not content to merely tease her, the taste of her inflaming him beyond belief, he spread the delicate folds wide, his tongue slowly sliding over every sensitive inch of her flesh. He was so involved that he barely noticed her cries and pleas for release, barely noticed her hands twined in his hair in a death grip; he simply loved her with his mouth, licking, nibbling, and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
For what seemed like hours he tasted her, licking up every drop of her nectar, occasionally tugging at the small, throbbing jewel of her womanhood with his teeth, teasing her mercilessly in retaliation for the exquisite pleasure she’d given him with her touch. Through the haze of pleasure clouding his head, he heard her sobs of pleasure, the sound arousing him more than he ever thought possible.
Finally he felt her stiffen, a short, sharp scream issuing from her as she was pushed over the edge of an intense climax from his ministrations, her fingers tangling roughly in his hair as she arched up to the exquisite touch of his mouth. He grinned to himself, treating himself to one more soft lick before sliding up her sweat-sheened body, pressing soft kisses everywhere he went, paying special attention to her rounded breasts, rolling over so she rested on top of him and gazing intensely up into her dazed and clouded blue eyes.
She hadn’t quite come down from the incredible climax he’d given her when she realized that she was resting on top of him, his arms supporting her limp, pleasure-soaked body while his hard, throbbing erection slowly rubbed against the small of her back. “God,” she whispered, still panting. “N- now what?”
He chuckled, nudging her meaningfully with his hardness, loving the sight of her, so dazed and flushed with passion. “We can’t always be selfish,” he whispered, “Now, we both get to have some fun.”
He shook his head at her questioning glance, gazing steadily up at her, the time he had spent pleasuring her giving him back a measure of control. “I want you on top this time. I want you to know how it feels to be the one in control,” he told her softly, slowly hitching himself into a semi-sitting position, leaning back against the pillows and moving his hands to her hips, suppressing a groan as his cock rubbed against the silky skin of her buttocks. “I want you to take me; not the other way around. I want to feel you clenching tightly around me as I fill you so incredibly deep that you’ll think we’re joined forever.”
She gazed at him, seeing the intense passion in his eyes, knowing that it was mirrored in her own as the thought of being able to take him to the heights he had taken her tickled her senses. Slowly, she leaned down, pressing her lips against his, tasting her own essence on his lips and finding that it aroused her wildly.
Slowly she pulled back, giving him a sultry look as she whispered, “Just remember; you asked for this.” With that, she slowly inched up, then delicately slid back down, his hard, throbbing cock sliding into her wet sheath inch by inch, her breath catching as he slid fully into her, reveling in the feel of him deep inside of her.
His hands clenched momentarily on her hips as he slid into her, his head arching back onto the pillows as he felt his control begin to slip away. The feel of her hot, tight sheath all but making him demented with the need to thrust deep and deeper into her. She felt like hot silk around him, her tight walls rippling and pulsing with the last aftershocks of her climax. “God, angel,” he moaned softly, biting his lip, his hands trembling slightly on her hips. “God, you feel so damn good…” He bit back another moan as she shifted slightly, gasping as this caused her sheath to tighten further, making his hardness rub adhesively against her inner walls, feeling his control ebb dangerously at the erotic sensation.
“Ready to be taken?” she whispered softly, her hands resting on his shoulders as she slowly began to move, her sheath tightening around him with every stroke as she slid up and down, soft moans of pleasure issuing from her lips at the feel of his cock stroking at her inner walls, feeling the slow buildup of pleasure once again deep within her.
He gritted his teeth, one hand moving from her hip to clench in the covers on the bed, his hot gaze riveted to her sexy body as she writhed above him, unable to keep from moaning as she took him. God yes, she was taking him; riding him so sweetly he thought he might die from the pleasure of it, his control slipping a notch every time she tightened, her wet sheath rippling around him, forcing his throbbing, sensitive skin to scrape against her inner walls.
Trembling, he forced himself to stay still as she slowly writhed over him, yet unable to keep his hips from meeting her sensual thrusts time and again, his mind nearly unable to cope with the blinding pleasure of her wet heat. He bit his lip, panting, knowing he was within an inch of snapping, when she suddenly leaned down, her tongue slowly and delicately tracing over his stiff nipple, her teeth gently nipping.
He froze, his whole being concentrated on feeling everything she did to him for one split second, then he snapped, grasping her hips in strong hands and rolling them both over, his mouth coming down to take hers in a voracious kiss as he began desperately thrusting into her. He moaned into the kiss as her arms came up around his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as she met every deep thrust, her nails scoring into his back as they both desperately sought their pleasure.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he threw his head back, his teeth clenching as he felt her spasm around him, dimly hearing her scream his name in the midst of her climax, before his control, hanging on by one tiny thread, totally cracked, crying out her name as he came deep inside her, the hot spasms of pleasure squeezing his mind into shreds, finally collapsing on top of her, their panting breaths mingling as they lay there.
“Oh God,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her sweat-soaked skin, sitting up enough to gaze into her eyes, noting the dazed, soft look of pleasure and feeling a stab of male pride that he had put it there. Gently he stroked a damp strand of hair from her face, leaning down to press his lips softly to hers, feeling her body still trembling in the aftermath of her pleasure.
She whispered his name softly against his lips, holding him close to her, kissing him again and again, struggling to show him what she couldn’t put into words; the incredible pleasure he had brought her, and the way she felt about him. She moaned in denial as he slipped from inside her, lying down next to her, his eyes gazing steadily at hers. Her hand came up to gently stroke a strand of hair back from his forehead, then gently cup his face as she told him softly, “It’s never been like that before.”
“I know what you mean. I think that’s all for me tonight,” he said, stretching languorously.
“That’s good,” she said, covering a yawn with one hand. “Between not being able to sleep, being selfish, and,” here she paused to blush delicately, “you wearing me out, I could use a bit of rest.” She gave him a mischievous look from under her lashes.
“Me? Who was the one who made me snap, I ask you?” he said cheekily, even as he gently moved her under the covers, joining her a second later and curving his hard body to conform around hers once again.
“Why I believe that would be me,” she said, female pride coloring her tone as she laid her head against his shoulder, her arms going around his neck. “Mmmm, and what fun it was,” she said sleepily. She smiled, snuggling into his arms, her eyes slowly slipping closed as his closeness and the gentle stroking of her hair lulled her into a doze.
“Good night, angel,” he whispered against her hair, finding himself slipping in as well to sleep with his angel in his arms.
end