Three years back...
Maybe it’s the adrenaline overload of having a job where you’re never entirely confident that you’ll live to see the weekend. Maybe it’s the fact that I was wheeling and dealing with a clan of the nastiest warlocks in this zip code before I finished my morning coffee. Maybe it was the baby-eating Lamia who sneered at me from
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Or would be. You know, if I wasn't a little bit preoccupied at the moment.
There's a kind of muted urgency in her words, one that sets off that alarm in the logical part of my mind again. Why the rush? We've got all night... But I'm not about to press my luck, my fingers digging into her smooth skin like she'd try to escape if I let her.
"We're in agreement then," I murmur, my voice rough with want. Without warning, I flip us over so that I've got her under me, her hair a wanton spray against the pillow. I let my fingers wander down the length of her body, tracing the curve of her hip, the hollow of her naval. I press a rough kiss against the column of her throat, my words escaping in a low rush of honesty before I can stop them.
"Don't know how I got so lucky, Tara..."
I duck my head on the pretense of dragging my tongue over the silken skin of her throat, not trusting my expression at the moment. I let my palm slide up the inside of her thigh, feeling her arch up against me, but still teasingteasingteasing. I want her just as hot and bothered as she's making me.
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I tip my head up when he dips his face down to kiss my throat, a soft - almost inaudible - growl escapes my throat and I feel my fingers digging into his shoulders, dragging over his back as he speaks.
"don't know how I got so lucky, Tara..."
A slow smile crosses my lips. "Maybe I'm the one who's lucky, Lindsey." I pur softly, feeling his hand slip between my thighs as he keeps his hot mouth busy against my neck. "Oh god." I gasp, biting my lip hard and trying not to swear, the urge getting more and more.
The way he teases me has me silently begging for more, raising my arms above my head and surrendering to him. My hands tightened around the headboard and I moaned softly, rocking my body up to his as he pressed his hand between my thighs, his fingers were so close and so far...I wanted more.
"Want." I gasped against his ear, the image of him saunterng over to my table in the bar flooded my mind, the way he kissed me on the way home from the bar and the way he just pushed me to the wall when we got in here. He's willing and passionate, I crave more. I'm still unable to speak so I arch my body up sharply to his, feeling him press against my thigh as his fingers moved between my thighs. "Oh god..."
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But she slides her arms up above her tousled hair on the pillow and yeah, I need this. Don't hesitate in telling her so either, letting the words and half-whispered promises flow through the shadows. Who's going to know? What's the worst that could happen?
"I'm yours, I'm yours ... anything you want, beautiful..." Just don't tell me to stop. Don't stop making those little noises. Don't stop, don't stop, never stop. I need tonight.
Drawing back just enough to watch her face, letting out a little gasp of my own when the smooth skin of her thigh presses against my erection, I let my thumb trace a gentle circle around her clit, teasing and wondering which one of us is going to lose control first. If either of us have a scrap of it left, that is.
Need to touch her, taste her, feel her around me. It's going far too fast and not fast enough and the sting of her nails against my skin is driving me insane. "Anything you want, Tara," I whisper again, meaning every word of it.
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My body shakes under him and my nails dig a bit deeper into his skin, desperately afraid he's going to come to his senses and decides to leave. I couldn't have that, he couldn't leave me. Not now, not yet. There was so much need and want right now between us and it had to happen tonight...soon...now.
Licking my lips I brush my tongue against his neck, to his ear and whispering softly. "Careful who you give yourself to Lindsey..." My voice hitched in my throat and I arched my hips to his hand before wrapping my thigh around his waist. "Didn't your mamma ever tell you to be careful of what's yours...don't want it to get broken..." I tormented him before crying out, tightening and arching up to his fingers.
"Fu...oh god...Lindsey." I gasped, my eyes going wide as I leaned back and gazed up at him. No words past my lips except for a growl, seconds before I let go of the headboard and kissed him fiercly, gasping sharply at the feel of his tongue and teeth against mine, his lips just felt so warm and soft.
My eyes went wide when he slipped his fingers into me, my body tightening around him and I thought that weeks ago I would have been the innocent lamb to the slaughter between the two of us. Just looking at him and feeling him it just seems crazy to think that he's the innocent party out of the two of us.
I leaned up and whispered silkily into his ear. "Tell me what you want...I'll give you anything you desire Lindsey...anything."
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I shudder, slipping my fingers into the tight heat of her and tasting her resulting gasp on my lips. Devouring the sounds she makes like I'm a starving man. Hell, maybe I am. I stroke the slick walls inside of her, too-slow and gentle, until I can feel the tremors in her legs. I'm aching for her, desperate with the need to be inside of her, trying to hold off because I don't ever want this to be over.
She keeps talking like that, and this is going to be over before it's begun. Christ.
"What I want?" I repeat. I draw my fingers out of her, watching her arch slightly at the loss, the pressure of her smooth inner thigh against my erection making me crazy. "You think you can break me, huh?" I put my finger to my mouth, dragging my tongue right up to the fingertip, the taste of her exploding on my tongue.
"Baby, I want to see you try."
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I open my eyes when he starts talking, my body arching up and trying to get him to push his fingers back into me. I watch quietly as he licks my wetness from his fingers, his eyes challenging me and daring me to meet my match.
"You think you can break me, huh? Baby, I want to see you try."
Keeping quiet I reach up and wrap my hand around his wrist, bringing his hand slowly down to me and slipping his index finger into my mouth. Licking and sucking the tip of his finger before taking it deeper, keeping my eyes on him at all times.
I moaned softly as I tasted myself and the salt of his skin on my tongue. God this man was driving me mad, I couldn't get enough of him. "Oh I love a challenge." I whispered, slipping his finger from my lips and pulling him down to me, kissing him hard and finding my way on top of him.
Dragging my nails down his chest I grinned, rocking my hips slowly against him, feeling his cock pressing against my thigh. "You're on, baby." I purred, leaning down and kissing my way down his chest, ghosting my lips over his stomach before I kissed even lower and left a faint trail of kisses over his shaft, smiling up at him and batting my lashes slowly - hoping inwardly that I knew what I was doing. No experience here - my breath on him seconds before and after my lips met his flesh.
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I'm so focused on her every little touch that the parts of me she's not touching practically go numb. I can feel her eyelashes against my chest when she blinks, the soft strands of her hair tickling me as she slides down my body, and god, her breath against my erection. Her lips...
But the thing that just sends me right the hell out of control is the fact that she's got the confidence to smile up at me, wicked as sin and honey sweet.
My hands are locked in the bedsheets and I'm almost trembling, trying to keep still, trying not to thrust up into her mouth. Honestly can't tell if she's done this sort of thing before or not... I mean, the confidence is one thing, but her subtle little reactions to me leave me wondering, even as her sinful mouth leaves me gasping and blasphemous.
"Want you, Tara, please." So much for not breaking. She could drive me insane, shatter me with desire. "God, please, I need you..."
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"Want you, Tara, please. God, please, I need you..."
He breaks with so much beauty that it should be bottled, put aside and kept for longer enjoyment.
"So pretty you are when you break Lindsey." I breathed, blowing cool air onto him before boldly wrapping my hand around him and taking him into my mouth, trying to remember the little things Spike had taught me. Taking advantage of this new 'no need to breathe' handicap that I have and swallowing his thick hardness in one swallow, moaning and running my tongue over him, letting my throat contract around him only to make him twitch and groan for more.
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"So pretty you are when you break Lindsey."
I've never been more turned on by the way someone says my name. Darla used to singsong it like she was scolding a pet... Lind-sey... and Angel muttered it like a curse. But Tara says it like she can see into my soul and knows just who I am, just what I need. God, she does.
When she lets her mouth sink down, down, down on me, there's no doubt left in my mind that she's done this before. I can't do a damn thing more than moan and try to hang on, completely helpless to her. My hand has found it's way to her hair, stroking with trembling fingers, not trusting myself to hold her. Hips moving in uncontrollable little jerks, I'm on the brink, but there's no way I want this to be over so soon.
"Tara, baby, please... oh Christ, I want you so bad..."
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