Only Just Begun (McFly) Fletcher/Jones - Part 03
Title: Only Just Begun
Author: coloured_dream
Part: 3/4
Rating: NC-17 (overall) NC-17 this part.
Genre: Romance, genderswap
Pairing: Tom/Girl!Dan (Flones!!)
Summary: Danny’s not sure there’s such a thing as a perfect man anymore. But maybe there is and maybe her perfect man has been under her nose the entire time.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nothing more than a work of fiction.
A/N: My first complete venture into girl!fic. I’m a little nervous about posting this because I’ve never actually written anything like this before. It’s my first multi-part McFly fic in a while as well so I really hope you enjoy it.
A/N2: I’m really nervous about posting this part, you’ll see why. I’ve been putting it off all week. I was dosed up on cold medicine whilst writing this part, maybe my worries are founded?
Part One / Part Two
Part 3
(“Why did you have to do it? Why tell me now Tom, if you’ve felt this way a while?”)
Every intention she had of talking to him once they got back to the hotel seemed to disappear as soon as the key card clicked and the door was opened. The once placid atmosphere that surrounded them changed in an instant, becoming thicker, tension filled, much harder to find adequate words to broach the subject and ask him the questions that had been locked within her mind the entire ride back.
“You, er, you want anything from the mini bar?” She stalks to the centre of the room, kicking her heels off before turning to face him, chewing on her bottom lip. He seems just as dumbfounded as she is, hovering at the foot of the bed, hands by his side and she can’t help wondering what he’s thinking, wonders if he feels guilty for kissing her. In the back of her mind she hopes not, doesn’t want him to be.
“No thanks.”
There’s a hint of a smile on his lips then, just a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. She’s not sure how it happens but one second he’s stood one side of the room and she the other, and the next, in the blink of an eye, he’s in front of her. She blinks in surprise and feels his fingers curl around her wrist, warm and soft against her own skin.
“What are you thinking?” His voice is quiet and soft, his eyes not moving from her own holding her gaze and searching for the answers.
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” She exhales and feels fingers brush a strand of hair out of her eyes; tries not to let the thudding of her heart distract her, gaze held.
“Danny!” Tom’s voice is a little harder now, firmer and with a hint of annoyance. She swallows hard and allows her eyes to slip close.
“I’m wondering how I never saw this coming, how I never realised sooner. Dougie figured this all out and I spent so long denying what I felt for you because I couldn’t see it, because I was blind and stupid and now I’m just scared.”
“Why are you scared?” He cocks his head feels the thud of his heart heavy in his chest, taken by surprise but not completely phased as the pieces fall into place. “You feel the same?”
She nods, sees the hint of a smile on his lips then and chews on the inside of her mouth. “Yeah, but I didn’t realise until you kissed me tonight. The feelings were always there but subconscious, I suppose. It was like you unlocked them when you kissed me. Why did you have to do it? Why tell me now Tom, if you’ve felt this way a while?”
His Adams apple bobs and his eyes meet hers. “Because it’s something that needs to be said now, out in the open. I can’t keep torturing myself, seeing you with other guys. I didn’t plan on this happening, believe me. This wasn’t something that happened over night either; I really tried to stop it. Truth is though I fell for you a long time ago, head over heels and I haven’t a fucking clue how to get over you!”
And she finds herself completely stunned, frozen in place and unsure of what she’s supposed to say. It feels different now that it’s out in the open, words and feelings, hearing him actually say it face to face. She licks her lips, heart thudding dully in her chest, heavy and quick.
“You’re. . .” She stops unable to finish the sentence, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to get over me, Tom!”
Their eyes meet and the next thing she knows her lips are covered by his. She’s not sure who initiated the kiss, which of them closed the gap, thinks it was him as she sinks against him, feeling his hands by her sides, decides it doesn’t matter. His body is warm and soft and she feels lost in a wonderland of hyper-emotions.
She’s not really sure they should be doing this. The rules and reasoning for not to are stark and clear in her mind. The lines between friendships and band mates, the lines that are never supposed to be cross like this, breaking down so very easily, caution thrown to the wind, the consequences to be dealt with some other time.
He steers her backwards hand anchored upon her hip, the back of her legs knocking against the bed. She gasps against his lips and runs her fingers through the shorter blonde hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him with her as she tumbles backwards.
They land with a soft thud, bodies aligned and lips separating. She feels the beat of her heart, feels his hands moving, skin prickling with goosebumps and she knows from the look in his eyes he’s thinking what she had moments before - should they be doing this.
Her hand moves across his cheek, skin soft and smooth. Bringing their eyes to meet, the haze of hesitance dissolves, hazel eyes meeting an azure of calm, head bobbing.
“I want to!”
She watches him swallow hard, her hand skimming the front of his shirt, hears his sharp intake of breath and smiles, bringing her fingers to rest on his hip.
It happens quickly then, one minute he’s staring at her as if gauging his next move and the next his lips are back on hers and she can’t hold back her surprised groan. Her back arches off the bed and the weight of his body against hers sends her mind reeling. It had been far too long since she’d felt that, another person laid over her, relishes the feel of the extra weight, arms hooking behind his neck as she arcs upwards and into the warmth of his body.
His fingers are on the zipper of her dress, just there; not moving and the moan that comes from her lips makes him chuckle into the hollow of her neck where his lips are pressed. He moves his free hand over the flat of her stomach then and she barely manages to hold back a shudder her hands moving from off his shoulders, slipping across his chest and feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm.
She swallows thickly when he slowly pulls the zipper of her dress, feels the way her breathing rapidly increases, pushes the buttons of his shirt through the holes. An eye for an eye, she thinks, letting the material hang open, the pale, smooth expansions of his chest exposed for her greedy eyes and wandering hands.
She feels like the luckiest girl alive when she finally pushes the shirt from his body watching muscles flex as he tosses it away from the bed, drags her fingers up his back and pulls him back down for a kiss.
It’s a kiss that doesn’t last long, messy and quickly broken by a groan when she feels a hand cup her lace covered breast. There’s cold air on her skin, dress undone, and straps pushed down her arms somehow, without her having to be lifted from off the mattress. The rich purple dress she’d worn a bedraggled mess now, crinkled and creased around her midriff.
His lust ladened eyes are heavy, her lips kiss swollen, and her body humming as he moves his fingers in slow circles around her nipple, pebbled even through the material of her bra. She hears a hum and feels his lips kissing across the swell of her breast, tongue against her skin, leaving a wet trail upon her skin, heart thudding quick and unruly against her ribcage.
Her hands are on his hips slowly moving towards his belt buckle, feeling his own moan against her skin when she brushes across the front of his trousers and the bulge there. Her breath catches, feels his shiver when their eyes meet, when she unclasps the buckle pulling the belt from around his waist, hearing it land with a dull thud on the floor by the bed when she discards it.
There’s a hand on her back, feels fingers deftly toying with the clasp of her bra, the other hand resting on her stomach, thumb just lightly brushing the underwire her chest rising and falling rapidly, breasts pressing against him.
She knows as soon as it comes off there’s no going back. She knows they’ve gone way past every reasonable line imaginable, knows she could stop it now and maybe have their friendship still intact come sunrise. She just doesn’t want to. She wants him, wants to feel him, taste him, no matter the risk. She trusts him, knows he would never let this affect their friendship in any way, shape or form.
Blue eyes close and she feels the lacy bra come away from her skin with one quick tug, groans wantonly at the cold air as it swirl over her. His head dips and his tongue licks at her collarbone, licking a trail lower and lower, drawing a nipple into his mouth and laving voraciously with his tongue. Her moans are quiet but he catches them with every caress he makes, feels her arch upwards, the length of her body firmly pressed against his.
Her hands are on his lower back, thumb just brushing over the tops of his boxer as they peek out over the top of his jeans, inching lower and lower until eventually she moves to the zipper, fingers dancing across well toned stomach muscles, undoing the buttons and pulling open the fly in a blur of quick movement. Her palm brushes his erection and she feels his quick intake of breath, chews on her bottom lips as he mouths a breathy, ‘Danny, oh god!’ against her neck.
His hands are on her waist, body not quite centred over her own as he tugs on her half opened dress, hanging around her middle, watching her lift her hips so he can remove it properly. He discards it to the floor with a flick of his wrist, and to the ever growing pile of their clothes, leaving her in lacy black knickers.
The smooth expansions of her uncovered skin shine in the moonlight, freckles stark, and the only sound in the room then is their combined breaths as he stares at her as if memorising every freckle on her skin.
Leaning forwards then he kisses his way upwards from her belly button, finally capturing her lips with his, tongue sliding against her bottom lip. His taut chest brushes against her breasts and she’s moaning softly into the kiss then, hands on the waistband of his open jeans, attempting to push them over his hips, but the awkward position means her attempt is completely futile.
“Off, off Tom!” She murmurs against his lips pulling and tugging at his jeans. “Now, please!”
The need is almost all consuming, skin hot and prickly. When he breaks the kiss and rolls away she misses the weight of him, the touch of his skin, watches as he quickly rids himself of his remaining clothes, eyes widening and teeth biting into her bottom lip to silence the moan at the site. She’s seen him naked before, but this, this is so much more different to messing around, drunken games with the guys. This is just the two of them, together, alone!
She’s curling fingers around his wrist then and dragging him back towards the bed, sharing a chaste kiss before he slips down her body, head momentarily resting on her stomach, breath warm on the skin, fingers tantalisingly dipping just under the waistband of her underwear.
He smiles when he hears her gasp and groans when he feels her nails scratching at his skin, digging into his shoulder blades, not quite sharp enough to draw blood but enough to leave angry red lines, a fading reminder. Her hips roll upwards and off the mattress, feels his erection against her thigh, and the moan that bubbles up her throat is met by a soft chuckle.
“Tom, come on, please!” Her eyes slip closed when she feels fingers curling around the elastic of her knickers, finally ridding her of the lacy material. She bites into her bottom lip, almost tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue as he glides down her body, lips skimming her stomach, pressing against the freckle just above her navel, pausing before he goes any lower.
She arches upwards when she feels him slip his tongue between her folds, flicking her clit teasingly. His hands hold her in place, either side of her hips, his name rolling through her mind like an unforgiving mantra, gaining speed. Her back arches almost entirely off the bed, hands raking through his hair and body shuddering at the unrelenting rhythm her sets, soft and gentle, pulling her apart so slowly that when she comes she sees black, climax intense and body humming, his name nothing more a drawn out purr.
She feels him move, feels lips against her neck, soft kisses peppering her skin and she can only murmur his name, hands slipping along his spine resting just above his ass as she comes down from her monumental high. Her mind buzzes and sparks dance periodically over her skin, her heart pounding a out of time rhythm against her chest, so fast that she thinks he can probably feel it against his own chest as he lays over her.
He rocks his hips gently and her breath catches when his cock brushes her outer thigh once more, hot and heavy, and she knows they’re a long way from finished. Her hands move, fingers resting on his chest, eyes meeting his.
“Condom, you got one?” Her voice is gentle and she hopes to god he has, doesn’t know if she’d have the will power to stop this now! She feels him move away from her again, hears him rooting around on the floor and knows he’s searching for his wallet, lost in amongst the piles of discarded clothes.
She hears the triumphant ‘yes’ hissed in the air and tries not to giggle, hears the tell-tale sound of the wrapper in his fingers, the foil tearing. She feels the heat of his body against hers once more, above her, one hand gently caressing her cheek and making their eyes meet, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Danny, look at me. This is what you want?” The question doesn’t really feel like a question at all, is almost hesitant and the shake of his voice makes her eyes flash wide. Her arms hook around him as she nods, chocolate curls fanned out on the pillow behind her, bedraggled now.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
She hears him chuckle, feels fingers on her side her skin still sensitive, the electrical buzz sparking through her veins. Tom’s kissing her then and she can taste herself on his tongue, not off putting enough to break the kiss though.
He slides into her in one quick, fluid movement and she gasps against his lips, dragging her hands across his back when he moves, thrusts hard and slow to begin with, her hips rolling to meet every one.
It’s the best kind of feeling she can imagine, being like this, body to body with him. She feels like her heart could explode any minute, feels the connection, not just physically but emotionally too when eyes lock. Her head spins when he groans, a sound that’s low and primal, feels the shudder that rumbles through her body.
He picks up the rhythm, pace increased and their eyes meeting, the angle changing ever so slightly as he raises himself up and looks down upon her. She gasps and tangles her hands through his hair, pulling his face back towards hers and let’s lips meet, rough, messy and bruising. She doesn’t care.
Her eyes slip closed when they break lips, concentrating on the sensations shooting though her, body feeling like it’s on fire, hot and sticky with sweat as she arches her back, whimpering his name.
“Look at me, Danny!” He speaks softly and curls his fingers under her chin, movement slower until her eyes meet his again and he increases the rhythm once more.
Her fingers claw at his back and when she comes again it’s just as intense as the first time, just as earth shattering, if not more. She can’t hear anything past the din of the blood in her ears, heart pounding hard, his name lost in amongst a stream of profanities, breaths unsteady, fast and completely out of rhythm.
He follows her into oblivion not a second later, coming with a call of her name which gets lost upon her skin as he collapses forwards, boneless and sated. His lips press to her neck, just mouthing the skin below her ear.
They stay like that for a moment, together, heart rates slowly returning to normal, her eyes closing. She feels him press a tender kiss to her forehead when eventually he has to move, feels him pull away, out of her, and misses the contact almost instantly, the emptiness and the touch of his skin on hers.
Laying in silence and staring at the ceiling, questions chases circles through her mind. She feels warm skin beside her, can hear his breathing and feels like she’s in heaven, a little bubble where nothing really matters.
It’s when she feels him slip from the bed her bubble bursts, sees the sliver of light on the floor from the bathroom, hears water running and wonders what he’s going to do, whether he’ll get back into bed with her or gather up his clothes and leave. She doesn’t want him to leave, doesn’t want anything to feel awkward or weird, just isn’t sure what to say to make him stay.
Her eyes are heavy, falling closed until she feels the bed dip and they spring wide, feels his hand draping over her stomach. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding, his lips pressing to the side of her cheek, softly.
She turns and faces him feeling his fingers tickling across her stomach, tracing absent patterns on her cooling skin. She can see the glimmer in his eyes, a happy sort of twinkle and it’s an awkward angle but she manages to reach over, pressing her lips to his in a gentle and simple kiss.
Pulling away she pillows her head against his chest and feels his arms tighten around her, eyes closing. She knows whatever questions might arise will wait until sunlight, for now it’s just them, no cares, no troubles, no worries.
SNEAKY PEEK - PART 04
“I should probably go grab my things then.” He speaks softly, eyes never leaving her own as she simply nods, already missing his touch when he steps back, gathering up his phone, his wallet and whatever else that had been hastily pulled from his pockets during his search for a condom.
He’s by the door when he turns back to face her, name soft on his lips. “Danny?” She whips around to face him at the mention of her name, eyes meeting. He licks his lips and speaks with a whisper. “Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”
Author: coloured_dream
Part: 3/4
Rating: NC-17 (overall) NC-17 this part.
Genre: Romance, genderswap
Pairing: Tom/Girl!Dan (Flones!!)
Summary: Danny’s not sure there’s such a thing as a perfect man anymore. But maybe there is and maybe her perfect man has been under her nose the entire time.
Disclaimer: Not mine, nothing more than a work of fiction.
A/N: My first complete venture into girl!fic. I’m a little nervous about posting this because I’ve never actually written anything like this before. It’s my first multi-part McFly fic in a while as well so I really hope you enjoy it.
A/N2: I’m really nervous about posting this part, you’ll see why. I’ve been putting it off all week. I was dosed up on cold medicine whilst writing this part, maybe my worries are founded?
Part One / Part Two
Part 3
(“Why did you have to do it? Why tell me now Tom, if you’ve felt this way a while?”)
Every intention she had of talking to him once they got back to the hotel seemed to disappear as soon as the key card clicked and the door was opened. The once placid atmosphere that surrounded them changed in an instant, becoming thicker, tension filled, much harder to find adequate words to broach the subject and ask him the questions that had been locked within her mind the entire ride back.
“You, er, you want anything from the mini bar?” She stalks to the centre of the room, kicking her heels off before turning to face him, chewing on her bottom lip. He seems just as dumbfounded as she is, hovering at the foot of the bed, hands by his side and she can’t help wondering what he’s thinking, wonders if he feels guilty for kissing her. In the back of her mind she hopes not, doesn’t want him to be.
“No thanks.”
There’s a hint of a smile on his lips then, just a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth. She’s not sure how it happens but one second he’s stood one side of the room and she the other, and the next, in the blink of an eye, he’s in front of her. She blinks in surprise and feels his fingers curl around her wrist, warm and soft against her own skin.
“What are you thinking?” His voice is quiet and soft, his eyes not moving from her own holding her gaze and searching for the answers.
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” She exhales and feels fingers brush a strand of hair out of her eyes; tries not to let the thudding of her heart distract her, gaze held.
“Danny!” Tom’s voice is a little harder now, firmer and with a hint of annoyance. She swallows hard and allows her eyes to slip close.
“I’m wondering how I never saw this coming, how I never realised sooner. Dougie figured this all out and I spent so long denying what I felt for you because I couldn’t see it, because I was blind and stupid and now I’m just scared.”
“Why are you scared?” He cocks his head feels the thud of his heart heavy in his chest, taken by surprise but not completely phased as the pieces fall into place. “You feel the same?”
She nods, sees the hint of a smile on his lips then and chews on the inside of her mouth. “Yeah, but I didn’t realise until you kissed me tonight. The feelings were always there but subconscious, I suppose. It was like you unlocked them when you kissed me. Why did you have to do it? Why tell me now Tom, if you’ve felt this way a while?”
His Adams apple bobs and his eyes meet hers. “Because it’s something that needs to be said now, out in the open. I can’t keep torturing myself, seeing you with other guys. I didn’t plan on this happening, believe me. This wasn’t something that happened over night either; I really tried to stop it. Truth is though I fell for you a long time ago, head over heels and I haven’t a fucking clue how to get over you!”
And she finds herself completely stunned, frozen in place and unsure of what she’s supposed to say. It feels different now that it’s out in the open, words and feelings, hearing him actually say it face to face. She licks her lips, heart thudding dully in her chest, heavy and quick.
“You’re. . .” She stops unable to finish the sentence, shaking her head. “I don’t want you to get over me, Tom!”
Their eyes meet and the next thing she knows her lips are covered by his. She’s not sure who initiated the kiss, which of them closed the gap, thinks it was him as she sinks against him, feeling his hands by her sides, decides it doesn’t matter. His body is warm and soft and she feels lost in a wonderland of hyper-emotions.
She’s not really sure they should be doing this. The rules and reasoning for not to are stark and clear in her mind. The lines between friendships and band mates, the lines that are never supposed to be cross like this, breaking down so very easily, caution thrown to the wind, the consequences to be dealt with some other time.
He steers her backwards hand anchored upon her hip, the back of her legs knocking against the bed. She gasps against his lips and runs her fingers through the shorter blonde hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him with her as she tumbles backwards.
They land with a soft thud, bodies aligned and lips separating. She feels the beat of her heart, feels his hands moving, skin prickling with goosebumps and she knows from the look in his eyes he’s thinking what she had moments before - should they be doing this.
Her hand moves across his cheek, skin soft and smooth. Bringing their eyes to meet, the haze of hesitance dissolves, hazel eyes meeting an azure of calm, head bobbing.
“I want to!”
She watches him swallow hard, her hand skimming the front of his shirt, hears his sharp intake of breath and smiles, bringing her fingers to rest on his hip.
It happens quickly then, one minute he’s staring at her as if gauging his next move and the next his lips are back on hers and she can’t hold back her surprised groan. Her back arches off the bed and the weight of his body against hers sends her mind reeling. It had been far too long since she’d felt that, another person laid over her, relishes the feel of the extra weight, arms hooking behind his neck as she arcs upwards and into the warmth of his body.
His fingers are on the zipper of her dress, just there; not moving and the moan that comes from her lips makes him chuckle into the hollow of her neck where his lips are pressed. He moves his free hand over the flat of her stomach then and she barely manages to hold back a shudder her hands moving from off his shoulders, slipping across his chest and feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her palm.
She swallows thickly when he slowly pulls the zipper of her dress, feels the way her breathing rapidly increases, pushes the buttons of his shirt through the holes. An eye for an eye, she thinks, letting the material hang open, the pale, smooth expansions of his chest exposed for her greedy eyes and wandering hands.
She feels like the luckiest girl alive when she finally pushes the shirt from his body watching muscles flex as he tosses it away from the bed, drags her fingers up his back and pulls him back down for a kiss.
It’s a kiss that doesn’t last long, messy and quickly broken by a groan when she feels a hand cup her lace covered breast. There’s cold air on her skin, dress undone, and straps pushed down her arms somehow, without her having to be lifted from off the mattress. The rich purple dress she’d worn a bedraggled mess now, crinkled and creased around her midriff.
His lust ladened eyes are heavy, her lips kiss swollen, and her body humming as he moves his fingers in slow circles around her nipple, pebbled even through the material of her bra. She hears a hum and feels his lips kissing across the swell of her breast, tongue against her skin, leaving a wet trail upon her skin, heart thudding quick and unruly against her ribcage.
Her hands are on his hips slowly moving towards his belt buckle, feeling his own moan against her skin when she brushes across the front of his trousers and the bulge there. Her breath catches, feels his shiver when their eyes meet, when she unclasps the buckle pulling the belt from around his waist, hearing it land with a dull thud on the floor by the bed when she discards it.
There’s a hand on her back, feels fingers deftly toying with the clasp of her bra, the other hand resting on her stomach, thumb just lightly brushing the underwire her chest rising and falling rapidly, breasts pressing against him.
She knows as soon as it comes off there’s no going back. She knows they’ve gone way past every reasonable line imaginable, knows she could stop it now and maybe have their friendship still intact come sunrise. She just doesn’t want to. She wants him, wants to feel him, taste him, no matter the risk. She trusts him, knows he would never let this affect their friendship in any way, shape or form.
Blue eyes close and she feels the lacy bra come away from her skin with one quick tug, groans wantonly at the cold air as it swirl over her. His head dips and his tongue licks at her collarbone, licking a trail lower and lower, drawing a nipple into his mouth and laving voraciously with his tongue. Her moans are quiet but he catches them with every caress he makes, feels her arch upwards, the length of her body firmly pressed against his.
Her hands are on his lower back, thumb just brushing over the tops of his boxer as they peek out over the top of his jeans, inching lower and lower until eventually she moves to the zipper, fingers dancing across well toned stomach muscles, undoing the buttons and pulling open the fly in a blur of quick movement. Her palm brushes his erection and she feels his quick intake of breath, chews on her bottom lips as he mouths a breathy, ‘Danny, oh god!’ against her neck.
His hands are on her waist, body not quite centred over her own as he tugs on her half opened dress, hanging around her middle, watching her lift her hips so he can remove it properly. He discards it to the floor with a flick of his wrist, and to the ever growing pile of their clothes, leaving her in lacy black knickers.
The smooth expansions of her uncovered skin shine in the moonlight, freckles stark, and the only sound in the room then is their combined breaths as he stares at her as if memorising every freckle on her skin.
Leaning forwards then he kisses his way upwards from her belly button, finally capturing her lips with his, tongue sliding against her bottom lip. His taut chest brushes against her breasts and she’s moaning softly into the kiss then, hands on the waistband of his open jeans, attempting to push them over his hips, but the awkward position means her attempt is completely futile.
“Off, off Tom!” She murmurs against his lips pulling and tugging at his jeans. “Now, please!”
The need is almost all consuming, skin hot and prickly. When he breaks the kiss and rolls away she misses the weight of him, the touch of his skin, watches as he quickly rids himself of his remaining clothes, eyes widening and teeth biting into her bottom lip to silence the moan at the site. She’s seen him naked before, but this, this is so much more different to messing around, drunken games with the guys. This is just the two of them, together, alone!
She’s curling fingers around his wrist then and dragging him back towards the bed, sharing a chaste kiss before he slips down her body, head momentarily resting on her stomach, breath warm on the skin, fingers tantalisingly dipping just under the waistband of her underwear.
He smiles when he hears her gasp and groans when he feels her nails scratching at his skin, digging into his shoulder blades, not quite sharp enough to draw blood but enough to leave angry red lines, a fading reminder. Her hips roll upwards and off the mattress, feels his erection against her thigh, and the moan that bubbles up her throat is met by a soft chuckle.
“Tom, come on, please!” Her eyes slip closed when she feels fingers curling around the elastic of her knickers, finally ridding her of the lacy material. She bites into her bottom lip, almost tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue as he glides down her body, lips skimming her stomach, pressing against the freckle just above her navel, pausing before he goes any lower.
She arches upwards when she feels him slip his tongue between her folds, flicking her clit teasingly. His hands hold her in place, either side of her hips, his name rolling through her mind like an unforgiving mantra, gaining speed. Her back arches almost entirely off the bed, hands raking through his hair and body shuddering at the unrelenting rhythm her sets, soft and gentle, pulling her apart so slowly that when she comes she sees black, climax intense and body humming, his name nothing more a drawn out purr.
She feels him move, feels lips against her neck, soft kisses peppering her skin and she can only murmur his name, hands slipping along his spine resting just above his ass as she comes down from her monumental high. Her mind buzzes and sparks dance periodically over her skin, her heart pounding a out of time rhythm against her chest, so fast that she thinks he can probably feel it against his own chest as he lays over her.
He rocks his hips gently and her breath catches when his cock brushes her outer thigh once more, hot and heavy, and she knows they’re a long way from finished. Her hands move, fingers resting on his chest, eyes meeting his.
“Condom, you got one?” Her voice is gentle and she hopes to god he has, doesn’t know if she’d have the will power to stop this now! She feels him move away from her again, hears him rooting around on the floor and knows he’s searching for his wallet, lost in amongst the piles of discarded clothes.
She hears the triumphant ‘yes’ hissed in the air and tries not to giggle, hears the tell-tale sound of the wrapper in his fingers, the foil tearing. She feels the heat of his body against hers once more, above her, one hand gently caressing her cheek and making their eyes meet, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Danny, look at me. This is what you want?” The question doesn’t really feel like a question at all, is almost hesitant and the shake of his voice makes her eyes flash wide. Her arms hook around him as she nods, chocolate curls fanned out on the pillow behind her, bedraggled now.
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
She hears him chuckle, feels fingers on her side her skin still sensitive, the electrical buzz sparking through her veins. Tom’s kissing her then and she can taste herself on his tongue, not off putting enough to break the kiss though.
He slides into her in one quick, fluid movement and she gasps against his lips, dragging her hands across his back when he moves, thrusts hard and slow to begin with, her hips rolling to meet every one.
It’s the best kind of feeling she can imagine, being like this, body to body with him. She feels like her heart could explode any minute, feels the connection, not just physically but emotionally too when eyes lock. Her head spins when he groans, a sound that’s low and primal, feels the shudder that rumbles through her body.
He picks up the rhythm, pace increased and their eyes meeting, the angle changing ever so slightly as he raises himself up and looks down upon her. She gasps and tangles her hands through his hair, pulling his face back towards hers and let’s lips meet, rough, messy and bruising. She doesn’t care.
Her eyes slip closed when they break lips, concentrating on the sensations shooting though her, body feeling like it’s on fire, hot and sticky with sweat as she arches her back, whimpering his name.
“Look at me, Danny!” He speaks softly and curls his fingers under her chin, movement slower until her eyes meet his again and he increases the rhythm once more.
Her fingers claw at his back and when she comes again it’s just as intense as the first time, just as earth shattering, if not more. She can’t hear anything past the din of the blood in her ears, heart pounding hard, his name lost in amongst a stream of profanities, breaths unsteady, fast and completely out of rhythm.
He follows her into oblivion not a second later, coming with a call of her name which gets lost upon her skin as he collapses forwards, boneless and sated. His lips press to her neck, just mouthing the skin below her ear.
They stay like that for a moment, together, heart rates slowly returning to normal, her eyes closing. She feels him press a tender kiss to her forehead when eventually he has to move, feels him pull away, out of her, and misses the contact almost instantly, the emptiness and the touch of his skin on hers.
Laying in silence and staring at the ceiling, questions chases circles through her mind. She feels warm skin beside her, can hear his breathing and feels like she’s in heaven, a little bubble where nothing really matters.
It’s when she feels him slip from the bed her bubble bursts, sees the sliver of light on the floor from the bathroom, hears water running and wonders what he’s going to do, whether he’ll get back into bed with her or gather up his clothes and leave. She doesn’t want him to leave, doesn’t want anything to feel awkward or weird, just isn’t sure what to say to make him stay.
Her eyes are heavy, falling closed until she feels the bed dip and they spring wide, feels his hand draping over her stomach. She lets out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding, his lips pressing to the side of her cheek, softly.
She turns and faces him feeling his fingers tickling across her stomach, tracing absent patterns on her cooling skin. She can see the glimmer in his eyes, a happy sort of twinkle and it’s an awkward angle but she manages to reach over, pressing her lips to his in a gentle and simple kiss.
Pulling away she pillows her head against his chest and feels his arms tighten around her, eyes closing. She knows whatever questions might arise will wait until sunlight, for now it’s just them, no cares, no troubles, no worries.
SNEAKY PEEK - PART 04
“I should probably go grab my things then.” He speaks softly, eyes never leaving her own as she simply nods, already missing his touch when he steps back, gathering up his phone, his wallet and whatever else that had been hastily pulled from his pockets during his search for a condom.
He’s by the door when he turns back to face her, name soft on his lips. “Danny?” She whips around to face him at the mention of her name, eyes meeting. He licks his lips and speaks with a whisper. “Last night can be whatever you want it to be!”