Closer to Desperation 3
Closer to Desperation
Chapter 3- Fingers and Lips
Callie/Arizona
NC-17
Standard Disclaimer: Don't own, Don't profit
Sequel to "Two Way Street" and "Keep on Keepin' on". They've taken things slow, will they ever get there?
A/N- un-betad, all spelling/grammar goofs are my own
A/N- This chapter and the next one will both be basically just smutty mcsmutterson. I get kinda nervous and awkward feeling when I do smut fics (which is odd since most of mine have been exactly that) so I hope you enjoy. Depending on my soccer game tomorrow, new chapters tomorrow or monday. Have a good one :]
Arizona-----
The fact that she came so quickly did nothing but make me more turned on. Knowing that I can bring her that high while barely venturing downtown is a new kind of rush for me. Her embarrassment about the whole thing is endearing and I can't contain my laughter as she blushes. Once my wave of giggles dissolves, I see the regret still dancing in her eyes. "Who said anything about being done?" Like magnets, my lips are drawn back onto hers. "Baby, we just got started." I yank her completely soaked panties down her legs and toss them behind my back, not caring where they land. A throaty moan meets my lips and I feel her surgically skilled hands quickly unclasp and remove my bra.
Without stopping our deep hurried kiss, she greedily kneads my newly exposed breasts. After only a few seconds of her touching me I completely understand how she came so easily. I have so much pent up sexual energy that I could almost cum from this too. Her hands leave and I groan at the lost contact, my frustration is quickly changed when her hands start pulling at my underwear. With our lips and body pressed so tightly together, the only article of clothing left on either of us won't budge. I hear a frustrated groan leave her lips as she continues to pull and yank on the lacey sides. I'm too far into the moment to leave her for even a half second to help her undress me. I hear a faint rip at the same time as the band digs roughly into my hip and suddenly I'm naked from head to toe.
I break the kiss in shock of the rough removal of my last stitch of clothing. A sly smirk curls her lips, "Now we're even". My smile forms to match hers and I shake my head as I lower my lips onto her neck. As I begin to nip at her collarbone she pushes her leg between mine and rubs the toned muscle along my slick center. I gasp at the sensation and roll my hips to recreate the feeling. I'm still breathless from that motion so I don't catch on quick enough and suddenly I'm flipped over onto my back. She takes my wrists and pins them above my head. Hovering inches above me, her eyes wander up and down my naked form. The only light in the room is cast from the full moon shining through my open window, the ghostly light gives her a beauty I had only thought possible in dreams.
Her typically olive skinned bleached white in the gentle beams. Casting shadows around every delicious curve and dip in her body. Her eyes flick back up to mine and lock them in her gaze, daring me to look away. Maintaining eye contact she slowly lowers her lips onto mine, only lowering her lids at the last second. This kiss is slow, and passionate. Still completely filled with desire and lust, but not hungry, not rushed. My wrists stay trapped above my head with one hand while her free one starts a torturously slow journey down my body.
Her fingers comb through my hair, graze across my cheek, caress down my neck and over my chest. They dance like whispers across my stomach and come to a stop right above their final destination. Our lips leave each other slowly and she looks in my eyes, I sense her asking for permission.
"Please." I beg, my voice deep and throaty with want.
Her face remains stoic and focused, not a hint of a smile anywhere. "Please what?" She asks.
The seriousness of her tone and the way she's looking at me like a tiger stalking their prey has my body quivering for her. "Please..." My voice rattles and falters. I swallow hard, searching for my voice. "Touch me. Callie, please." It's little more than a whisper and I know that if she weren't right above me, she probably would've missed it.
Her lips return to mine and I feel them curling slightly. Before I can even welcome her tongue back into my mouth, her thumb circles around my clit and I groan at the long awaited contact. Her fingers slide up and down my wet center, teasing around where I want her the most. "Jesus you're so wet," She moans into my mouth. Callie taking control and talking dirty are easily in the top three things that turn me on most. The third has to be the way she's touching me. Her thumb is keeping a steady pressure on my clit while her other fingers dip in and out teasingly, never entering me fully.
I'm not sure when but her other hand has left my wrists, leaving me free to move. My right hand caresses down her paled skin until I get to where her hand is positioned between us. "Please Callie." I ask her again. I don't wait for her response as I grip her wrist and push her fingers into myself. My body stiffens and shudders at the added pressure her fingers create. I whimper as she starts a slow, steady rhythm inside of me. Her lips capture mine in a kiss that is all tongues and teeth and fire.
I'm spinning but have enough focus to release the hand I still have circling her wrist, and turn it over to tease her own slippery core. She nods against my bruising lips and murmurs a barely coherent 'mmhmmm' into the kiss. That's all I need to immediately stop teasing her and push into her with two fingers. Together we start a rhythm and continue thrusting against each other. Within just a few beats, I feel myself racing to ecstasy. Her thumb keeps randomly swiping across my bundle of nerves and each time my body flexes up off the bed.
Her noises are coming faster and louder and we're forced to pull away from the kiss to breathe. She rests her forehead against mine and looks me dead in the eyes. Our foreheads are both slick with sweat and we have to fight to stay connected with each thrust. I'm getting closer and I close my eyes, trying to reign in any ounce of strength I have to last just a few seconds longer.
"Open your eyes," She commands, her voice sharp and full of authority. It takes a couple seconds but I eventually pry them open and lock onto her brown ones. "I want to see you when I make you cum." She informs me and those words alone send me into the first stages of my orgasm.
I curl my fingers inside of her and feel the rough expanse of her g spot. I stroke it a couple times and her body responds immediately, arching and flexing above me. She drives harder and faster against me, rubbing me in all the right places. Her thumb digs against my most sensitive spot one more time and I'm sent over the edge. My hips buck up from my orgasm, consequently pushing my fingers deeper into her and harder against her secret spot. A secret that I am now completely aware of. This chain of events sends her over with me and with the last fiber of energy I can manage, I keep my eyes open and locked with her.
Her breathing stops completely as her whole body tenses and she's completely still for a couple second. My breath has also caught in my chest and at the same time, we gasp for oxygen and she collapses on top of me. Her face is buried in my hair, her chest rising and falling quickly against mine as she gasps for air. I hold her tightly against me with both arms around her shoulders. We stay like this, her lying limply above me, for several minutes until reality slowly seeps back into us. She kisses just behind my ear and rolls off of me.
Callie reaches down to grab the covers that had been kicked down the bed and throws them across us. She curls around me and I roll over to help her snuggle tighter against my back. Her arm snakes around my waist and she holds me securely to her. The position is instantly familiar and comfortable. I feel her lips trailing softly behind my ear, pressing fragile kisses to my heated flesh. "You are amazing." She whispers gently. If she hadn't been right at my ear I would've missed the compliment.
"Mmmmm," I hum and lace our fingers together. Bringing our hands up to my lips, I lay a kiss in her palm. "I know."
She chuckles quietly behind me and snuggles impossibly closer. Her breath dancing across my cheek lulls me closer to sleep with each exhale. My eyes flicker closed and images of moon washed flesh and swollen lips blur behind my lids. The last conscious thought I have is how smooth her legs are as they intertwine with mine, and then sleep consume every fiber of my being.