"I'd just like to use some of the old positions for sex," she said with a grin. That was so true, and not just about sex. She was looking forward to being able to lie down and sleep in any position she wanted. Or to being able to reach something at the back of a cupboard without having to turn sideways so her belly wasn't in the way. Or, yes, to being able to sprawl on top of House without having to worry about crushing him or Junior. She wouldn't trade this baby for the world but she'd about reached her limit as an incubator.
When he got himself situated so he was sitting back against the headboard, she gladly crawled over and straddled his thighs. This really was, for the moment, about the easiest position for her to snuggle up and kiss him.
The change didn't seem to be doing much for little Greg, though. She couldn't help but notice he wasn't exactly rising to the occasion, which was a bit disappointing. She knew objectively it had nothing to do with her. The way House was touching her told her he wanted to be with her, that he enjoyed the intimacy. There were a number of factors that could be holding little Greg back but whatever it was, it wasn't her.
The thing was, she knew intercourse would be challenging between his leg and all her pregnancy related restrictions. Intercourse was possible but it might just be more work than it was worth. That wasn't the only way to have sex, though. They both certainly enjoyed oral sex, but if House couldn't get an erection, even that was out.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she let out a soft moan as he fondled her breast. It kindled a heat deep inside her she hadn't felt in a while, and completely distracted her from her thoughts. Maybe that wasn't so bad, though. Being together, being intimate was what mattered, whether it led to orgasms or not. Thinking about the way things should be or could be was a waste of time. It was better to simply enjoy whatever the evening brought.
She sealed her mouth over his, kissing him hungrily. Her kisses had grown more heated, just like the rest of her. She teased him as well, kissing him hard and then slowly pulling back as if to end the kiss, only to plunge her tongue deeply into his mouth again before he could catch his breath. At the same time, she slipped her hand between them and wrapped it lightly around his penis. The only way to know if little Greg was going to cooperate was to give him a little encouragement so she gently squeezed and stroked him.
If Cuddy was trying to make him breathless with her kisses, she was succeeding. He loved it when she dominated his mouth like that, kissing him possessively and hungrily. It always sent his heart racing and his skin to flush all over, and it never failed to excite him. He hummed quietly against her lips, caught between wanting to pull back for a breath and trying to inch closer as she eased off with her kisses.
But then she moved right back in, deep and searching, and House opened his mouth to let her tongue in as he lifted both hands to her breasts. He caressed them, gently squeezed them, rubbed her hardened nipples with his palms before teasing them with his thumbs. Feeling her hand touching his penis, he slid his tongue along hers and gave her breasts another tender rub, and he finally pulled away from her lips.
The heated kisses had sent more blood pooling to his groin, making his penis respond a little more. But it was only a little. He couldn't help being self-conscious that he wasn't rising to the occasion. It wasn't just frustrating, it was a blow to his masculinity. Cuddy's hand on him felt good, though. He dropped his head back to the headboard and closed his eyes for the moment, to focus on what she was doing, on the warmth and friction of her palm and fingers. The stimulation was working - a heaviness spread in the depth of his balls and he began filling out and lengthening in her hand.
He opened his eyes to look at Cuddy. His hands were still on her breasts; he thumbed her nipples and watched her expression, then released her breasts to run his hands down her body. Down the sides of her belly, her hip, up along her ribs, back down again to her thighs. The way she was stroking him was slowly but steadily increasing his arousal, enough that he finally became fully erect.
Running his hands back up her body, he scooped her breasts up in his hands and watched her face again as he teased her nipples. He tilted his chin up for another kiss, doing little but grazing his lips against hers while listening to her breath hitch. He parted his lips and licked softly at her tongue, his own breath hitching as her thumb rubbed over his glans.
Leaving her mouth, he dropped a kiss to her collarbone, the middle of her chest, and angled her left breast up as he sealed his mouth over her nipple. He sucked and massaged his tongue over it, sometimes flicking his tongue and swirling it around the areola. He pulled back with a firm suck, then reclaimed her nipple all over again, sucking with a little more aggression this time.
Lifting her other breast up, he quickly switched across to it and tormented that nipple with his lips and tongue, then moved back to her other breast again. He focused his tongue right on the tip of her nipple in fast, unrelenting flicks until he heard her gasp.. When he did, he pulled off with a loud suck and craned his neck up to meet her lips in a hungry, uninhibited kiss, lips wide open and tongues deep in each other's mouths.
Cuddy watched House's face as he closed his eyes. The last thing she wanted was for him to get frustrated or self-conscious because he couldn't get an erection. These things happened. It had happened to them before and although it wasn't fun, it also wasn't the end of the world. She wanted him to try to relax and give his body a chance to catch up.
She kept her touch very gentle and light at first, just trying to coax some response from his stubbornly indifferent penis. When he did begin to get noticeably harder, she was understandably relieved. Partly for her own sake but mostly for his. She didn't want him to feel like this was another 'failure.' She firmed her grip, pumping him slowly and steadily, occasionally rubbing her thumb in circles over the head.
It was a good thing little Greg seemed to have woken up because as House went back to playing with her breasts, it wasn't as easy to concentrate on the way she was handling him. She hummed with pleasure as he licked at her sensitive nipples, her breath catching whenever the sucking became more vigorous. There was a heavy sensation in her pelvis, a growing feeling of heat and pressure...and for once it wasn't just several pounds of baby pushing her insides out of its way.
She lifted both hands to grasp the sides of his head as they kissed, holding him close as she slid her tongue deep in his mouth. She made little unconscious rocking movements with her hips. The deep, consuming kisses fed her arousal but only to a point, and then she needed even more stimulation.
She grasped his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to suck his first two fingers into her mouth. She gazed at while she ran her tongue over his fingers, thoroughly wetting them. She pulled his fingers from her mouth with one last gentle suck to the tips, then drew his hand down over her breast and belly, leaving a faint trail of moisture on her skin.
She guided his hand to her clit, a shudder running along her spine at the first touch to her swollen, sensitive tissues. She used his finger to stroke herself a few times before she relinquished control and released his hand. She brought her hand back to his cheek as she dived in for another deep kiss, making a needy little moan into his mouth as he began to touch her.
By the time Cuddy broke away from his lips, House was a little breathless and his body tense with still growing excitement. He licked his lips while she brought his fingers to her mouth, gazing right back at her. His other hand had drifted down to her hip for now; he held it as Cuddy directed his fingers down her chest and belly and then between her legs.
While she stroked herself with his finger, he slid the hand on her hip over her belly and up between her breasts, then to her cheek as she handed the control over to him. She was wet, swollen and spread open from the way her legs were parted either side of his, giving him access to touch and explore her. First he ran his fingers along one side of her labia, then the other before meeting her clit with the tip of his middle finger. With small, teasing circles, he massaged it - not enough to be satisfying but enough to spike Cuddy's excitement just that bit more.
As arousing as all this was, his erection began to wane. He tried not to focus on that, though. Instead, he concentrated on sucking on Cuddy's lips while he fingered her, sliding his fingers along her labia and dipping them into her entrance before spreading her wetness towards her clit. He ended the kisses to look at her while he angled his finger in a bit more to masturbate her clit with more pressure. He focused right on the very tip of the swollen nub and eased off at Cuddy's gasp to rub her labia.
He didn't want to ignore himself, though, especially while he'd so easily lost his erection. Drawing his hand away from Cuddy, he looked down between their bodies and grasped his penis. He gave it a few strokes, which slowly reawakened it, then angled it towards Cuddy. With the tip, he resumed massaging her clit lightly, hoping that the stimulation would be enough to bring him back to full hardness.
Cuddy allowed herself the luxury of focusing on herself, focusing on the way House was touching her and the pleasure those touches caused. She kissed him, letting out soft sounds of arousal as his fingers explored her. She didn't fully pull away from the kisses. She just hummed and moaned against his mouth, her pelvis muscles clenching as her arousal grew deeper and stronger.
She let out a sharp gasp when he massaged her clit firmly. The sudden surge of desire was so strong it was almost painful and it left her throbbing with intense need. As she caught her breath, she lowered her eyes to watch him stroke himself and then use his slightly deflated penis to resume stroking her. She postively ached with need for him but if there was to be any hope of conquering Mount Gregory, then little Greg was going to have to provide a firmer target.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his, guiding his penis in circles around her labia. It felt good, just not quite good enough. She wasn't sure it was going to be enough to keep him going either. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I think I know how to keep your interest up." She pulled back, a soft smile on her flushed face, and pressed a kiss to his lips. Then she straightened up and planted one hand firmly on his chest, pushing him to relax back against the headboard.
She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at him as she slowly crawled backwards, letting her hand trail lazily down his chest and stomach. When she reached his penis, she carefully pulled his hand away and wrapped her own hand firmly around the base. She shifted her knees a little further back and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his erection. She concentrated her attention right there, swirling her tongue around the head and gently sucking at it.
She lifted her head to grin at him when his penis twitched in her mouth. "Yep, I'd say little Greg is definitely interested."
House was quickly getting frustrated again, at himself and his inability to perform. In fact, it was starting to embarrass him that he couldn't stay hard. The last thing he wanted to do was let Cuddy down or for him to fail to satisfy her. He was in the mood to be intimate with her, damn it. His penis had other ideas, however.
When Cuddy whispered in his ear, he raised his brows. Maybe she did know how to keep his interest up. But it was only going to be more humiliating if her best efforts didn't even make his dick behave itself. Still, as she kissed his lips and urged him to relax, he lifted his hands to her shoulders as she descended on him and watched her lower her head. A quiet sigh escaped him at the first touch of her mouth and he closed his eyes to focus on what she was doing, squeezing and rubbing her shoulders encouragingly while she sucked and licked him.
Heaviness pooled in his balls again as his arousal sent his blood pooling southwards. "Mm," he groaned quietly, lifting a hand to her head. He threaded his fingers through her hair and licked his lips before letting out a soft exhale of pleasure when his penis flexed in response to the stimulation.
He opened his eyes again to look down at Cuddy when she spoke and he offered her a lazy, content smile. So far, Cuddy was definitely keeping 'little Greg' interested. He didn't feel a burning arousal or an urgent need for climax but the pleasure of her mouth on him was slowly building. Most importantly, he was staying hard, at least for now.
"Keep him interested," he replied, urging her to resume what she'd been doing. Once her lips wrapped around him again, he let his eyes fall shut and he arched his neck with his lips parted.
"Thought I was supposed to be the demanding one," Cuddy said, arching an eyebrow at him when he encouraged her to continue the blowjob. She didn't mind his order; she hadn't intended to stop anyway. She was simply taking advantage of the opportunity to tease him about being demanding about sex since he never missed a chance to accuse her of the same thing.
She tilted her head to the side and pushed her hair behind her ear before lowering her head again. She slipped his erection between her lips, taking him more deeply than she had been. She pumped her fist around the base of his penis while she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She tried to vary her rhythm slightly because she wasn't sure what would work best to keep him hard. Every time she felt him twitch or flex against her tongue, she took that as a positive sign.
After a while, though, her jaw started to ache. She'd blame it on being out of practice but the truth was, it was always a strain on those muscles if she did even a halfway decent job. Since she was trying to do much better than a halfway decent job, the muscles in her jaw were starting to tighten up painfully. She let his penis slip out of her mouth with a strong suck and wiggled her lower jaw from side to side to ease the ache. She kept her hand moving, though, sliding her fist from base to head and twisting around the head to keep the stimulation going.
In the meantime, she nuzzled into his crotch, placing soft, sucking kisses along his groin. The kisses gave her some time for her jaw to relax but it was also an excuse to explore a little more. Her own arousal had settled down to a simmer so she had the patience to experiment, trying little nips to his inner thigh and flicking her tongue across the tendons that spanned his groin. She moved from there to giving some slow, sucking kisses to his testicles. When she'd teased those enough, she licked a stripe up the underside of his erection, finishing with a swirl around the head.
"Think little Greg is ready for something slightly more...interactive?"
House lifted his other hand to her head and gently threaded his fingers through her hair. He'd had hardly any pleasure whatsoever for over a month - not just sexual pleasure, any pleasure. He'd been locked away, isolated, lonely, no human contact other than from the other nutty patients, the medical staff whom he despised and seeing Cuddy only a few times. Sex wasn't by any means the only way to receive human contact but sex wasn't the issue. The fact that Cuddy was with him right now, touching him in all the loving ways that he loved her in return - that was a powerful feeling.
He opened his eyes to look down at her, running his hands down to her shoulders to massage them, then travelled his fingers up to her cheeks and caressed them. This was the first time he'd felt anything in what seemed like a lifetime. He'd been so flat and lifeless in hospital, despising himself and everything he'd ever done. Feeling good for once was a huge contrast. All the better that it was someone he loved whom he was feeling good with. It was a moment he wished he'd be able to hold onto a lot longer than the duration of foreplay and orgasm.
When Cuddy pulled off him, he breathed out an even puff of air and licked his lips, caressing the back of her head tenderly while she stroked him and kissed his thighs. He slipped his hand down to her back between her shoulder blades and rubbed it, then moved his hand back up to her head.
"Only one way to find out," he replied. He reached for her, urging her to crawl up to him to straddle his thighs. "Welcome aboard the Greg House submarine," he said. "Here, you'll find the main attraction of today's voyage is long, hard and full of Lilliputian seamen."
He gave her a playful smile before arching his chin to meet her lips. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, as close as her belly would allow, while falling into a deep, searching kiss with her. He sensually rubbed his hands up and down her back, probing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on her lips hungrily.
"How do you wanna...?" he asked, a slightly breathless murmur. He pushed away from the headboard, still holding and kissing Cuddy while he began wiggling to scoot down. Cuddy on top probably made the most sense, though that depended on whether she could manage it.
Cuddy crawled forward when he reached for her, groaning at his silly submarine seduction. "You're changing metaphors on me," she accused. She'd been thinking of it in terms of scaling great heights; he was talking about plumbing the depths...which, from his perspective, might make more sense. That wasn't the point, though. The point was he'd changed metaphors on her midstream and for no better reason than that he could make a play on semen/seamen.
Obviously she wasn't going to protest too strongly. Puns were his SOP and she wasn't going to delay sex simply to chastize him for being silly when she actually liked him being silly. Besides, stopping to argue--even playfully--probably wasn't a good idea when she couldn't be sure he'd be able to maintain his erection. This seemed to be more a moment to seize the opportunity while it was there.
She didn't have much time to think about how she wanted to do it before he started scooting down. Being on top, aside from being one of her favorite places to be, was probably the best option. She wasn't sure how long her thighs would hold out--even years of yoga could only get her so far--but it was going to be the most comfortable position for her. If, that was, she could actually get into that position.
She pulled back from his kisses and knelt over his hips. She braced one hand against his chest and tried to align everything but when she started to push down, his penis simply slid through her folds and missed the target completely. "Your periscope is being uncooperative," she said, looking down at him with an amused and slightly frustrated smile. She shook her head and wiggled her butt against him in a taunt.
"Okay, you do realize I can barely reach anything down there, let alone see...?" She waited for him to grip himself firmly before she tried again. It still required a few small course corrections but she let out a sigh of relief as she felt the head of his penis engage in her entrance.
Her sigh turned into more of a moan as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She settled across his hips and let her eyes close, losing herself in the feel of being joined. Although she enjoyed different forms of intimacy, there was nothing as powerful as two bodies--two people in love--connected in this way. It was an incredibly vulnerable position and yet, with the right person, vulnerability became a very powerful thing. And there was always the fact that it just felt so damn good.
She rolled her hips in small increments, just getting used to the feel of him again. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her face practically glowing with happiness at being with him. She didn't think she had realized how much she'd missed him. She knew she had, of course, but she didn't think she'd understood how deeply and all the ways she'd missed him until he was home and filling up the spaces she'd hadn't even recognized were empty.
"That's because your aim at directing my periscope into your hull is off," he retorted playfully. Thankfully his 'periscope' wasn't being uncooperative. So far, at least. Uncooperative would be 'little Greg' getting bored of saluting the captain. So far, so good.
As he took his penis in his hand, he lifted his head from the pillow to look down at what he was doing and where to angle himself. At last, after a few misguided attempts, he felt the warm, firm grip of Cuddy's muscles squeezing down around him. He dropped his head back to the pillow with a pleasurable sigh and slipped his hands onto her thighs.
He looked up at Cuddy while she had her eyes closed. He caressed her thighs and hips as she began to move, sliding in and out of her with small, slow thrusts. When she opened her eyes, he met her gaze, his face mirroring the tenderness written all over hers. He moved his hands up her sides, over her belly and onto her breasts, which he gently squeezed and fondled in time with the slow rhythm of their bodies moving together.
His gaze drifted down to his hands on her breasts, watching his thumbs tease her nipples and the way the soft swell of her breasts moulded under squeezing caress of his fingers. He travelled his eyes elsewhere then, down to her belly and her thighs. He looked down at where their bodies were joined, though he couldn't really see much because her stomach was in the way. With another quietly pleasurable sigh, he scaled his eyes back up her body to meet hers again, slipping his hands up her breasts and over her chest.
As he studied her eyes, his hands continued their ascent, up the sides of her neck and then to her face. He stroked his fingers over her cheeks and gently rubbed a thumb over her lips. The lipstick she'd had on for work had mostly rubbed away from all their kissing, though faint traces of colour had smeared around her mouth. He traced the outline of it, then he was running his hands back down to her breasts again, scooping them in his palms and massaging them.
The rhythm of their thrusts was still slow but passionate. He was able to take in everything about Cuddy at this pace - her body, her face, each slide of her vaginal walls squeezing up and down on him, everything about her that he'd missed and that he loved. He reached for her hands and laced their fingers together, pushing his palms against hers to give her more leverage to start increasing the pace and depth of their thrusts.
When House drew his thumb over her lips, Cuddy opened her mouth and kissed it. She managed to catch his thumb and give a gentle bite before his hands were once again wandering over her body. She loved his hands. They were strong hands with long fingers and she loved to look at them. She loved to watch him use his hands, whether it was twirling his cane or playing the piano. She especially loved to feel his hands on her body, leaving traces of heat as he slid them over her skin. She didn't know if she actually had a 'favorite' body part of his but if she ever made a list, his hands would definitely be near the top.
At the moment, though, his finally cooperative penis would have to be her number one favorite body part. The gentle friction as he slid in and out of her was creating a pleasurable heat that was accentuated by the heat his hands caused as they caressed her breasts. She was content for the moment to continue the slow, shallow thrusts and let her arousal grow just as slowly until she reached the point where she was starting to squirm a bit, needing more stimulation.
With her hands locked with his, she started to lift up higher and push down more firmly with each roll of her hips. As she found her balance, braced against his hands, she started to increase the speed as well. With the change in her body shape and weight, it was a bit harder than usual to keep up a rapid pace so she varied the rhythm, riding him fast for a few minutes then slowing down to a gentler pace until her thighs were ready for another fast ride.
All that stimulation was only increasing that squirmy, needy feeling flooding her body. She tried changing the angle of her hips a bit, first one way, then another. She tried shifting her knees slightly and leaning forward or back more...basically she tried any little adjustment until his penis was angled just right to press against that one spot. A sharp "ah" escaped her and she involuntarily tightened around him as a surge of incredible pleasure flooded through her body.
"Oh, yeah, that's the spot," she murmured breathlessly. She threw her head back and deliberately tightened around him this time as she rocked him against that spot again. She became more vocal as she continued thrusting her hips against him, murmuring fragments of words and incomprehensible sounds.
The increased pace of their bodies moving together had House gripping Cuddy's hands a little tighter and his eyes fluttered closed as he arched his head back into the pillow. What he really wanted to do was pull her down to him and hold her tight while they made love. Holding her hands was the closest he could manage with her belly between them. He also wasn't sure if the different angles she kept rocking her hips in meant she was uncomfortable or trying to get more pleasure. The bulk she was carrying definitely made things more awkward and more clumsy.
But as she sped the motions of her hips even more, all thoughts faded from his mind for the moment while pleasure spread from the depth of his balls out through his body. A sweat was already breaking out on him - his forehead, upper lip and chest was growing clammy, and his palms were beginning to sweat. His core temperature was spiking, too, as his heart raced a little faster and his breathing picked up.
He drew in a deep, calming breath when Cuddy slowed down and swallowed thickly, rolling his hips with her more to slide his penis in and out deeply. He opened his eyes again and gazed up at her, a thrill rushing through him at the gasp she let out, followed by the noises she made as she threw her head back. That only made him want to hold her tight to him even more, feel her skin against his chest, her breath against his neck and her mouth by his ear making the sounds she was making now. If he let go of her hands, though, she wouldn't have anywhere to properly brace her weight, not with her belly in the way. So, he squeezed her hands and locked his arms more to provide counterweight as her thrusts became needier.
"Come on," he murmured breathlessly. "I've got you." He trailed his eyes down her neck, looking at the tendons flexed from the way her head was thrown back, and down to her breasts moving in time with the motion of their bodies. Hearing her utter another gasp, he looked back up to her face. He was struck with a memory of the first time they'd slept together, all those years ago after Stacy had gone. It had been exactly like this - Cuddy astride him, his hands gripping hers for counterbalance while she rode him to a needy orgasm. Though the room had been dark, she'd been as captivating to watch come undone as she was right now. Strange how things had a way of coming full circle, he thought to himself.
"That's it," he said in a tight but gentle tone as she let out another hitched sound of pleasure. He squeezed her hands again, tighter, and pushed his hips up to drive deeper into her.
Cuddy gripped his hands more tightly, giving her something steady to hold onto so she could move the rest of her body more freely. Her thighs were starting to burn with the effort of lifting herself so she was also using his hands and arms not just for steadiness but as a way of taking some of the weight off her legs. She worried about putting too much strain on his arms but at the same time she was getting so close she told herself it would only be another moment...just one more minute....
She let out a low growl as he began to coax her to let go. The sound of his voice seemed to be the last little spark she needed. She renewed her efforts, riding him harder as the heat at her center grew more and more intense. It finally grew strong enough that just one more thrust made it explode, flooding her body with pleasure. Her body froze, all her muscles contracted as the orgasm surged out along her nerves.
She drew in a shaky breath as her muscles began to relax. She continued to thrust against him, slowly, prolonging the pleasure. She released one of his hands and rubbed over her belly. Like the rest of her muscles, her abdominal wall had contracted and it was an odd sensation to feel it squeezing around the baby. Odd, but not bad by any means. There was nothing bad feeling about an orgasm even when, like now, it wasn't a hugely intense one. She wasn't sure she could handle a really big one just then anyway but even if she could...this was good. This was exactly what she needed.
She came to a stop, his erection still buried deep inside her. "Have to give my legs a quick rest," she explained, still sounding a little out of breath. If he was feeling like he usually did by this time in the proceedings, he probably wasn't going to be too patient. She really did need to let her thigh muscles recover a bit, though, so he'd either have to wait or find a new position.
It wasn't easy with Junior between them, but she managed to lean forward and hunch over until she could--just barely--reach his mouth. She placed a soft and slightly off-target kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Love you," she murmured, placing a second kiss to his chin before easing back. She gave him a smile that radiated contentment. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."
With the amount of pressure Cuddy was putting on his hands, his arms were starting to get tired but he kept them locked and steady while Cuddy rode him harder and faster. He wanted to see and hear her come undone. He loved watching and hearing her come undone. And when she did, when she tipped over the edge and her body shook with pleasure, it sparked a flood of love for her that filled his chest. He squeezed her hands again, rubbing his thumbs over hers.
Cuddy drawing a hand to her belly drew his attention to it, too - it had squeezed into a tight, hard ball, squeezing around the shape of the baby. He moved his now free hand up to her breast and gently fondled it; though he was aroused, he still hadn't reached the point of aching for relief. But he let out a slightly frustrated sigh when she stopped moving anyway. "Damn those legs of yours," he complained mildly.
He gave her a brief smile, releasing her other hand as she leaned over him. He settled his hands on her hips and craned his head to just meet her lips. "Me, too," he murmured, caressing her hips. If only her stomach wasn't in the way. He'd pull her down to him if he could, to indulge in deeper kisses and to stroke his hands down her back and into her hair.
He had to settle for stroking her thighs instead. As she went on to say how good she felt, he travelled his hands up over her belly to her breasts again and squeezed them with slight impatience. "Lucky you," he said dryly. He was only teasing her, though. He loved getting her off and he was glad he had, that she felt good because of it.
Dropping his hands back to her thighs, he gave them both a clap, making them wobble slightly. He did it again, to demonstrate his impatience but also out of affection. The content, happy smile on her face had him looking up at her affectionately. "You look good," he then said. "With your crazy hair and your make up now looking like clown make up."
He smirked. She did look good, though. She was messy, unkempt and flushed from sex, and her mascara had smudged a little under her eyes and her lipstick was rubbed into a faint smear around her mouth. Above all that, the radiant smile made her looking glowing. Regardless how messy she looked, she looked beautiful to him. "You know what would make you look even better? Making me feel good."
Cuddy smiled lazily, running her hands up and down over his chest and stomach as the tingling faded into a warm glow all over her body. Yeah, lucky her, and she knew it. That she and House could still be together after all that had happened, that they could be together at all, made her very lucky. She knew life wasn't suddenly going to get simpler. If anything, it would get more complicated after the baby was born.
Yet she felt more hopeful than she had in a long time. She honestly believed that his breakdown and hospitalization were a turning point for both of them. As painful as this whole experience had been, she was determined to make it the impetus for a better life for all three of them.
"Hey," she complained, reaching back to give him a light slap on his ass when he made her thighs jiggle. If he wanted to watch some jiggling, he should stick to her breasts. She didn't mind them jiggling.
"Call me a clown again and you can start making your own self feel good," she threatened. Despite her words, which were not spoken with much conviction, she squeezed her inner walls around him and rolled her hips. She leaned forward and braced her hands on the bed on either side of his shoulders, sliding easily back and forth along his shaft.
Being on her hands and knees might look a bit awkward but it was reasonably comfortable and eased some of the strain on her legs. She lowered her head and placed a kiss to the middle of his breastbone, then peered up at him through the tangled mess of her bangs. "So exactly how good did you want to feel?" she asked coyly.
He lifted a hand to her head and caressed the back of it while she kissed his chest. It was a good thing she'd resumed moving now. If she'd held off any longer, he may have started losing his erection. He'd managed to stay hard so far, which was a success considering how unenthusiastic his penis had been earlier.
"Hmm," he murmured in thought. With Cuddy looking at him like that - coyly - he swept her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "How about... as good as I made you feel? That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"
He moved his hands back down, this time to cup her ass, pulling her in time with her thrusts while he slid in and out of her. He fell silent to concentrate on moving within her, closing his eyes to focus on just that and nothing else. His breathing quickened a little and his hands encouragingly kneaded at her ass.
"That feels good," he said quietly before biting his lip. He parted his lips again to let out a quick breath. Turning his head to the side, he opened his eyes and looked at her arm right by his shoulder, then raised a hand from her ass to her arm. He rubbed it and lifted his head off the pillow to press soft kisses along the inside of her forearm. He was back to wanting to touch her everywhere: he moved his other hand up to her other arm and turned his head to kiss that, stifling a quiet moan against her skin.
Fixing his eyes back on Cuddy's face, he stared into her eyes while running his hands up her arms before moving them to her breasts. Just like he'd done earlier, he squeezed and massaged them, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Again, he wished he could pull her tight to him, grip onto her with his face pressed into her neck while moving with her.
He returned his hands to her ass, tugging her to find a better angle for his penis to get friction inside her. For a minute or so, he thought he was losing his erection - the pleasure he'd felt there before had suddenly lessened considerably. He kept pulling her at her hips, though, squeezing the muscles in his groin to make himself stiffen even more within her.
But then, Cuddy's thrusts changed angle, making her vaginal walls tighten and squeeze down on him in a way that began building his arousal back up. He gripped her ass tight to keep her in that angle. "Like that," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed again.
His lips parted and another quick breath escaped him while his heart rate started to accelerate and his body began heating up all over. He made a silent 'o' with his mouth, frowning in pleasure, and as his arousal escalated, so did his breathing. Soon he was shaking a little, excitement creeping into every nerve ending.
He let out a deep, needy sound, then another, thrusting his penis in and out of her at an increasingly frantic pace. A few more louder, needier sounds escaped him just before he arched his back and his neck as he hit climax. His orgasm pulsed through him and into Cuddy, a deep throb that came in wave after wave, obliterating all of his worries, stress and problems.
He eased from his orgasm, still breathing fast but everything in him relaxing for what felt like the first time in a couple of months. "God, yes," he mumbled with relief. He lolled his head to the side and let his whole body go limp. "God. I needed that so badly," he slurred, his eyes still closed.
When he got himself situated so he was sitting back against the headboard, she gladly crawled over and straddled his thighs. This really was, for the moment, about the easiest position for her to snuggle up and kiss him.
The change didn't seem to be doing much for little Greg, though. She couldn't help but notice he wasn't exactly rising to the occasion, which was a bit disappointing. She knew objectively it had nothing to do with her. The way House was touching her told her he wanted to be with her, that he enjoyed the intimacy. There were a number of factors that could be holding little Greg back but whatever it was, it wasn't her.
The thing was, she knew intercourse would be challenging between his leg and all her pregnancy related restrictions. Intercourse was possible but it might just be more work than it was worth. That wasn't the only way to have sex, though. They both certainly enjoyed oral sex, but if House couldn't get an erection, even that was out.
Her eyelids fluttered closed and she let out a soft moan as he fondled her breast. It kindled a heat deep inside her she hadn't felt in a while, and completely distracted her from her thoughts. Maybe that wasn't so bad, though. Being together, being intimate was what mattered, whether it led to orgasms or not. Thinking about the way things should be or could be was a waste of time. It was better to simply enjoy whatever the evening brought.
She sealed her mouth over his, kissing him hungrily. Her kisses had grown more heated, just like the rest of her. She teased him as well, kissing him hard and then slowly pulling back as if to end the kiss, only to plunge her tongue deeply into his mouth again before he could catch his breath. At the same time, she slipped her hand between them and wrapped it lightly around his penis. The only way to know if little Greg was going to cooperate was to give him a little encouragement so she gently squeezed and stroked him.
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But then she moved right back in, deep and searching, and House opened his mouth to let her tongue in as he lifted both hands to her breasts. He caressed them, gently squeezed them, rubbed her hardened nipples with his palms before teasing them with his thumbs. Feeling her hand touching his penis, he slid his tongue along hers and gave her breasts another tender rub, and he finally pulled away from her lips.
The heated kisses had sent more blood pooling to his groin, making his penis respond a little more. But it was only a little. He couldn't help being self-conscious that he wasn't rising to the occasion. It wasn't just frustrating, it was a blow to his masculinity. Cuddy's hand on him felt good, though. He dropped his head back to the headboard and closed his eyes for the moment, to focus on what she was doing, on the warmth and friction of her palm and fingers. The stimulation was working - a heaviness spread in the depth of his balls and he began filling out and lengthening in her hand.
He opened his eyes to look at Cuddy. His hands were still on her breasts; he thumbed her nipples and watched her expression, then released her breasts to run his hands down her body. Down the sides of her belly, her hip, up along her ribs, back down again to her thighs. The way she was stroking him was slowly but steadily increasing his arousal, enough that he finally became fully erect.
Running his hands back up her body, he scooped her breasts up in his hands and watched her face again as he teased her nipples. He tilted his chin up for another kiss, doing little but grazing his lips against hers while listening to her breath hitch. He parted his lips and licked softly at her tongue, his own breath hitching as her thumb rubbed over his glans.
Leaving her mouth, he dropped a kiss to her collarbone, the middle of her chest, and angled her left breast up as he sealed his mouth over her nipple. He sucked and massaged his tongue over it, sometimes flicking his tongue and swirling it around the areola. He pulled back with a firm suck, then reclaimed her nipple all over again, sucking with a little more aggression this time.
Lifting her other breast up, he quickly switched across to it and tormented that nipple with his lips and tongue, then moved back to her other breast again. He focused his tongue right on the tip of her nipple in fast, unrelenting flicks until he heard her gasp.. When he did, he pulled off with a loud suck and craned his neck up to meet her lips in a hungry, uninhibited kiss, lips wide open and tongues deep in each other's mouths.
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She kept her touch very gentle and light at first, just trying to coax some response from his stubbornly indifferent penis. When he did begin to get noticeably harder, she was understandably relieved. Partly for her own sake but mostly for his. She didn't want him to feel like this was another 'failure.' She firmed her grip, pumping him slowly and steadily, occasionally rubbing her thumb in circles over the head.
It was a good thing little Greg seemed to have woken up because as House went back to playing with her breasts, it wasn't as easy to concentrate on the way she was handling him. She hummed with pleasure as he licked at her sensitive nipples, her breath catching whenever the sucking became more vigorous. There was a heavy sensation in her pelvis, a growing feeling of heat and pressure...and for once it wasn't just several pounds of baby pushing her insides out of its way.
She lifted both hands to grasp the sides of his head as they kissed, holding him close as she slid her tongue deep in his mouth. She made little unconscious rocking movements with her hips. The deep, consuming kisses fed her arousal but only to a point, and then she needed even more stimulation.
She grasped his hand in hers and brought it to her mouth, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to suck his first two fingers into her mouth. She gazed at while she ran her tongue over his fingers, thoroughly wetting them. She pulled his fingers from her mouth with one last gentle suck to the tips, then drew his hand down over her breast and belly, leaving a faint trail of moisture on her skin.
She guided his hand to her clit, a shudder running along her spine at the first touch to her swollen, sensitive tissues. She used his finger to stroke herself a few times before she relinquished control and released his hand. She brought her hand back to his cheek as she dived in for another deep kiss, making a needy little moan into his mouth as he began to touch her.
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While she stroked herself with his finger, he slid the hand on her hip over her belly and up between her breasts, then to her cheek as she handed the control over to him. She was wet, swollen and spread open from the way her legs were parted either side of his, giving him access to touch and explore her. First he ran his fingers along one side of her labia, then the other before meeting her clit with the tip of his middle finger. With small, teasing circles, he massaged it - not enough to be satisfying but enough to spike Cuddy's excitement just that bit more.
As arousing as all this was, his erection began to wane. He tried not to focus on that, though. Instead, he concentrated on sucking on Cuddy's lips while he fingered her, sliding his fingers along her labia and dipping them into her entrance before spreading her wetness towards her clit. He ended the kisses to look at her while he angled his finger in a bit more to masturbate her clit with more pressure. He focused right on the very tip of the swollen nub and eased off at Cuddy's gasp to rub her labia.
He didn't want to ignore himself, though, especially while he'd so easily lost his erection. Drawing his hand away from Cuddy, he looked down between their bodies and grasped his penis. He gave it a few strokes, which slowly reawakened it, then angled it towards Cuddy. With the tip, he resumed massaging her clit lightly, hoping that the stimulation would be enough to bring him back to full hardness.
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She let out a sharp gasp when he massaged her clit firmly. The sudden surge of desire was so strong it was almost painful and it left her throbbing with intense need. As she caught her breath, she lowered her eyes to watch him stroke himself and then use his slightly deflated penis to resume stroking her. She postively ached with need for him but if there was to be any hope of conquering Mount Gregory, then little Greg was going to have to provide a firmer target.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his, guiding his penis in circles around her labia. It felt good, just not quite good enough. She wasn't sure it was going to be enough to keep him going either. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I think I know how to keep your interest up." She pulled back, a soft smile on her flushed face, and pressed a kiss to his lips. Then she straightened up and planted one hand firmly on his chest, pushing him to relax back against the headboard.
She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at him as she slowly crawled backwards, letting her hand trail lazily down his chest and stomach. When she reached his penis, she carefully pulled his hand away and wrapped her own hand firmly around the base. She shifted her knees a little further back and leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his erection. She concentrated her attention right there, swirling her tongue around the head and gently sucking at it.
She lifted her head to grin at him when his penis twitched in her mouth. "Yep, I'd say little Greg is definitely interested."
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When Cuddy whispered in his ear, he raised his brows. Maybe she did know how to keep his interest up. But it was only going to be more humiliating if her best efforts didn't even make his dick behave itself. Still, as she kissed his lips and urged him to relax, he lifted his hands to her shoulders as she descended on him and watched her lower her head. A quiet sigh escaped him at the first touch of her mouth and he closed his eyes to focus on what she was doing, squeezing and rubbing her shoulders encouragingly while she sucked and licked him.
Heaviness pooled in his balls again as his arousal sent his blood pooling southwards. "Mm," he groaned quietly, lifting a hand to her head. He threaded his fingers through her hair and licked his lips before letting out a soft exhale of pleasure when his penis flexed in response to the stimulation.
He opened his eyes again to look down at Cuddy when she spoke and he offered her a lazy, content smile. So far, Cuddy was definitely keeping 'little Greg' interested. He didn't feel a burning arousal or an urgent need for climax but the pleasure of her mouth on him was slowly building. Most importantly, he was staying hard, at least for now.
"Keep him interested," he replied, urging her to resume what she'd been doing. Once her lips wrapped around him again, he let his eyes fall shut and he arched his neck with his lips parted.
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She tilted her head to the side and pushed her hair behind her ear before lowering her head again. She slipped his erection between her lips, taking him more deeply than she had been. She pumped her fist around the base of his penis while she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. She tried to vary her rhythm slightly because she wasn't sure what would work best to keep him hard. Every time she felt him twitch or flex against her tongue, she took that as a positive sign.
After a while, though, her jaw started to ache. She'd blame it on being out of practice but the truth was, it was always a strain on those muscles if she did even a halfway decent job. Since she was trying to do much better than a halfway decent job, the muscles in her jaw were starting to tighten up painfully. She let his penis slip out of her mouth with a strong suck and wiggled her lower jaw from side to side to ease the ache. She kept her hand moving, though, sliding her fist from base to head and twisting around the head to keep the stimulation going.
In the meantime, she nuzzled into his crotch, placing soft, sucking kisses along his groin. The kisses gave her some time for her jaw to relax but it was also an excuse to explore a little more. Her own arousal had settled down to a simmer so she had the patience to experiment, trying little nips to his inner thigh and flicking her tongue across the tendons that spanned his groin. She moved from there to giving some slow, sucking kisses to his testicles. When she'd teased those enough, she licked a stripe up the underside of his erection, finishing with a swirl around the head.
"Think little Greg is ready for something slightly more...interactive?"
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He opened his eyes to look down at her, running his hands down to her shoulders to massage them, then travelled his fingers up to her cheeks and caressed them. This was the first time he'd felt anything in what seemed like a lifetime. He'd been so flat and lifeless in hospital, despising himself and everything he'd ever done. Feeling good for once was a huge contrast. All the better that it was someone he loved whom he was feeling good with. It was a moment he wished he'd be able to hold onto a lot longer than the duration of foreplay and orgasm.
When Cuddy pulled off him, he breathed out an even puff of air and licked his lips, caressing the back of her head tenderly while she stroked him and kissed his thighs. He slipped his hand down to her back between her shoulder blades and rubbed it, then moved his hand back up to her head.
"Only one way to find out," he replied. He reached for her, urging her to crawl up to him to straddle his thighs. "Welcome aboard the Greg House submarine," he said. "Here, you'll find the main attraction of today's voyage is long, hard and full of Lilliputian seamen."
He gave her a playful smile before arching his chin to meet her lips. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, as close as her belly would allow, while falling into a deep, searching kiss with her. He sensually rubbed his hands up and down her back, probing his tongue into her mouth and sucking on her lips hungrily.
"How do you wanna...?" he asked, a slightly breathless murmur. He pushed away from the headboard, still holding and kissing Cuddy while he began wiggling to scoot down. Cuddy on top probably made the most sense, though that depended on whether she could manage it.
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Obviously she wasn't going to protest too strongly. Puns were his SOP and she wasn't going to delay sex simply to chastize him for being silly when she actually liked him being silly. Besides, stopping to argue--even playfully--probably wasn't a good idea when she couldn't be sure he'd be able to maintain his erection. This seemed to be more a moment to seize the opportunity while it was there.
She didn't have much time to think about how she wanted to do it before he started scooting down. Being on top, aside from being one of her favorite places to be, was probably the best option. She wasn't sure how long her thighs would hold out--even years of yoga could only get her so far--but it was going to be the most comfortable position for her. If, that was, she could actually get into that position.
She pulled back from his kisses and knelt over his hips. She braced one hand against his chest and tried to align everything but when she started to push down, his penis simply slid through her folds and missed the target completely. "Your periscope is being uncooperative," she said, looking down at him with an amused and slightly frustrated smile. She shook her head and wiggled her butt against him in a taunt.
"Okay, you do realize I can barely reach anything down there, let alone see...?" She waited for him to grip himself firmly before she tried again. It still required a few small course corrections but she let out a sigh of relief as she felt the head of his penis engage in her entrance.
Her sigh turned into more of a moan as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She settled across his hips and let her eyes close, losing herself in the feel of being joined. Although she enjoyed different forms of intimacy, there was nothing as powerful as two bodies--two people in love--connected in this way. It was an incredibly vulnerable position and yet, with the right person, vulnerability became a very powerful thing. And there was always the fact that it just felt so damn good.
She rolled her hips in small increments, just getting used to the feel of him again. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, her face practically glowing with happiness at being with him. She didn't think she had realized how much she'd missed him. She knew she had, of course, but she didn't think she'd understood how deeply and all the ways she'd missed him until he was home and filling up the spaces she'd hadn't even recognized were empty.
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As he took his penis in his hand, he lifted his head from the pillow to look down at what he was doing and where to angle himself. At last, after a few misguided attempts, he felt the warm, firm grip of Cuddy's muscles squeezing down around him. He dropped his head back to the pillow with a pleasurable sigh and slipped his hands onto her thighs.
He looked up at Cuddy while she had her eyes closed. He caressed her thighs and hips as she began to move, sliding in and out of her with small, slow thrusts. When she opened her eyes, he met her gaze, his face mirroring the tenderness written all over hers. He moved his hands up her sides, over her belly and onto her breasts, which he gently squeezed and fondled in time with the slow rhythm of their bodies moving together.
His gaze drifted down to his hands on her breasts, watching his thumbs tease her nipples and the way the soft swell of her breasts moulded under squeezing caress of his fingers. He travelled his eyes elsewhere then, down to her belly and her thighs. He looked down at where their bodies were joined, though he couldn't really see much because her stomach was in the way. With another quietly pleasurable sigh, he scaled his eyes back up her body to meet hers again, slipping his hands up her breasts and over her chest.
As he studied her eyes, his hands continued their ascent, up the sides of her neck and then to her face. He stroked his fingers over her cheeks and gently rubbed a thumb over her lips. The lipstick she'd had on for work had mostly rubbed away from all their kissing, though faint traces of colour had smeared around her mouth. He traced the outline of it, then he was running his hands back down to her breasts again, scooping them in his palms and massaging them.
The rhythm of their thrusts was still slow but passionate. He was able to take in everything about Cuddy at this pace - her body, her face, each slide of her vaginal walls squeezing up and down on him, everything about her that he'd missed and that he loved. He reached for her hands and laced their fingers together, pushing his palms against hers to give her more leverage to start increasing the pace and depth of their thrusts.
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At the moment, though, his finally cooperative penis would have to be her number one favorite body part. The gentle friction as he slid in and out of her was creating a pleasurable heat that was accentuated by the heat his hands caused as they caressed her breasts. She was content for the moment to continue the slow, shallow thrusts and let her arousal grow just as slowly until she reached the point where she was starting to squirm a bit, needing more stimulation.
With her hands locked with his, she started to lift up higher and push down more firmly with each roll of her hips. As she found her balance, braced against his hands, she started to increase the speed as well. With the change in her body shape and weight, it was a bit harder than usual to keep up a rapid pace so she varied the rhythm, riding him fast for a few minutes then slowing down to a gentler pace until her thighs were ready for another fast ride.
All that stimulation was only increasing that squirmy, needy feeling flooding her body. She tried changing the angle of her hips a bit, first one way, then another. She tried shifting her knees slightly and leaning forward or back more...basically she tried any little adjustment until his penis was angled just right to press against that one spot. A sharp "ah" escaped her and she involuntarily tightened around him as a surge of incredible pleasure flooded through her body.
"Oh, yeah, that's the spot," she murmured breathlessly. She threw her head back and deliberately tightened around him this time as she rocked him against that spot again. She became more vocal as she continued thrusting her hips against him, murmuring fragments of words and incomprehensible sounds.
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But as she sped the motions of her hips even more, all thoughts faded from his mind for the moment while pleasure spread from the depth of his balls out through his body. A sweat was already breaking out on him - his forehead, upper lip and chest was growing clammy, and his palms were beginning to sweat. His core temperature was spiking, too, as his heart raced a little faster and his breathing picked up.
He drew in a deep, calming breath when Cuddy slowed down and swallowed thickly, rolling his hips with her more to slide his penis in and out deeply. He opened his eyes again and gazed up at her, a thrill rushing through him at the gasp she let out, followed by the noises she made as she threw her head back. That only made him want to hold her tight to him even more, feel her skin against his chest, her breath against his neck and her mouth by his ear making the sounds she was making now. If he let go of her hands, though, she wouldn't have anywhere to properly brace her weight, not with her belly in the way. So, he squeezed her hands and locked his arms more to provide counterweight as her thrusts became needier.
"Come on," he murmured breathlessly. "I've got you." He trailed his eyes down her neck, looking at the tendons flexed from the way her head was thrown back, and down to her breasts moving in time with the motion of their bodies. Hearing her utter another gasp, he looked back up to her face. He was struck with a memory of the first time they'd slept together, all those years ago after Stacy had gone. It had been exactly like this - Cuddy astride him, his hands gripping hers for counterbalance while she rode him to a needy orgasm. Though the room had been dark, she'd been as captivating to watch come undone as she was right now. Strange how things had a way of coming full circle, he thought to himself.
"That's it," he said in a tight but gentle tone as she let out another hitched sound of pleasure. He squeezed her hands again, tighter, and pushed his hips up to drive deeper into her.
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She let out a low growl as he began to coax her to let go. The sound of his voice seemed to be the last little spark she needed. She renewed her efforts, riding him harder as the heat at her center grew more and more intense. It finally grew strong enough that just one more thrust made it explode, flooding her body with pleasure. Her body froze, all her muscles contracted as the orgasm surged out along her nerves.
She drew in a shaky breath as her muscles began to relax. She continued to thrust against him, slowly, prolonging the pleasure. She released one of his hands and rubbed over her belly. Like the rest of her muscles, her abdominal wall had contracted and it was an odd sensation to feel it squeezing around the baby. Odd, but not bad by any means. There was nothing bad feeling about an orgasm even when, like now, it wasn't a hugely intense one. She wasn't sure she could handle a really big one just then anyway but even if she could...this was good. This was exactly what she needed.
She came to a stop, his erection still buried deep inside her. "Have to give my legs a quick rest," she explained, still sounding a little out of breath. If he was feeling like he usually did by this time in the proceedings, he probably wasn't going to be too patient. She really did need to let her thigh muscles recover a bit, though, so he'd either have to wait or find a new position.
It wasn't easy with Junior between them, but she managed to lean forward and hunch over until she could--just barely--reach his mouth. She placed a soft and slightly off-target kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Love you," she murmured, placing a second kiss to his chin before easing back. She gave him a smile that radiated contentment. "I haven't felt this good in a long time."
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Cuddy drawing a hand to her belly drew his attention to it, too - it had squeezed into a tight, hard ball, squeezing around the shape of the baby. He moved his now free hand up to her breast and gently fondled it; though he was aroused, he still hadn't reached the point of aching for relief. But he let out a slightly frustrated sigh when she stopped moving anyway. "Damn those legs of yours," he complained mildly.
He gave her a brief smile, releasing her other hand as she leaned over him. He settled his hands on her hips and craned his head to just meet her lips. "Me, too," he murmured, caressing her hips. If only her stomach wasn't in the way. He'd pull her down to him if he could, to indulge in deeper kisses and to stroke his hands down her back and into her hair.
He had to settle for stroking her thighs instead. As she went on to say how good she felt, he travelled his hands up over her belly to her breasts again and squeezed them with slight impatience. "Lucky you," he said dryly. He was only teasing her, though. He loved getting her off and he was glad he had, that she felt good because of it.
Dropping his hands back to her thighs, he gave them both a clap, making them wobble slightly. He did it again, to demonstrate his impatience but also out of affection. The content, happy smile on her face had him looking up at her affectionately. "You look good," he then said. "With your crazy hair and your make up now looking like clown make up."
He smirked. She did look good, though. She was messy, unkempt and flushed from sex, and her mascara had smudged a little under her eyes and her lipstick was rubbed into a faint smear around her mouth. Above all that, the radiant smile made her looking glowing. Regardless how messy she looked, she looked beautiful to him. "You know what would make you look even better? Making me feel good."
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Yet she felt more hopeful than she had in a long time. She honestly believed that his breakdown and hospitalization were a turning point for both of them. As painful as this whole experience had been, she was determined to make it the impetus for a better life for all three of them.
"Hey," she complained, reaching back to give him a light slap on his ass when he made her thighs jiggle. If he wanted to watch some jiggling, he should stick to her breasts. She didn't mind them jiggling.
"Call me a clown again and you can start making your own self feel good," she threatened. Despite her words, which were not spoken with much conviction, she squeezed her inner walls around him and rolled her hips. She leaned forward and braced her hands on the bed on either side of his shoulders, sliding easily back and forth along his shaft.
Being on her hands and knees might look a bit awkward but it was reasonably comfortable and eased some of the strain on her legs. She lowered her head and placed a kiss to the middle of his breastbone, then peered up at him through the tangled mess of her bangs. "So exactly how good did you want to feel?" she asked coyly.
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"Hmm," he murmured in thought. With Cuddy looking at him like that - coyly - he swept her hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "How about... as good as I made you feel? That shouldn't be too hard, should it?"
He moved his hands back down, this time to cup her ass, pulling her in time with her thrusts while he slid in and out of her. He fell silent to concentrate on moving within her, closing his eyes to focus on just that and nothing else. His breathing quickened a little and his hands encouragingly kneaded at her ass.
"That feels good," he said quietly before biting his lip. He parted his lips again to let out a quick breath. Turning his head to the side, he opened his eyes and looked at her arm right by his shoulder, then raised a hand from her ass to her arm. He rubbed it and lifted his head off the pillow to press soft kisses along the inside of her forearm. He was back to wanting to touch her everywhere: he moved his other hand up to her other arm and turned his head to kiss that, stifling a quiet moan against her skin.
Fixing his eyes back on Cuddy's face, he stared into her eyes while running his hands up her arms before moving them to her breasts. Just like he'd done earlier, he squeezed and massaged them, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Again, he wished he could pull her tight to him, grip onto her with his face pressed into her neck while moving with her.
He returned his hands to her ass, tugging her to find a better angle for his penis to get friction inside her. For a minute or so, he thought he was losing his erection - the pleasure he'd felt there before had suddenly lessened considerably. He kept pulling her at her hips, though, squeezing the muscles in his groin to make himself stiffen even more within her.
But then, Cuddy's thrusts changed angle, making her vaginal walls tighten and squeeze down on him in a way that began building his arousal back up. He gripped her ass tight to keep her in that angle. "Like that," he murmured, his eyes fluttering closed again.
His lips parted and another quick breath escaped him while his heart rate started to accelerate and his body began heating up all over. He made a silent 'o' with his mouth, frowning in pleasure, and as his arousal escalated, so did his breathing. Soon he was shaking a little, excitement creeping into every nerve ending.
He let out a deep, needy sound, then another, thrusting his penis in and out of her at an increasingly frantic pace. A few more louder, needier sounds escaped him just before he arched his back and his neck as he hit climax. His orgasm pulsed through him and into Cuddy, a deep throb that came in wave after wave, obliterating all of his worries, stress and problems.
He eased from his orgasm, still breathing fast but everything in him relaxing for what felt like the first time in a couple of months. "God, yes," he mumbled with relief. He lolled his head to the side and let his whole body go limp. "God. I needed that so badly," he slurred, his eyes still closed.
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