Math CAN Be Fun....
for anuna_81 ; inspired by her last guttery post (and my own dirty little mind :P). Hope this at least warms things up for you sweetie! :D (oh...rated M)
Elizabeth pulled John into her quarters before the door had finished sliding open and pushed him against the wall with one hand while closing the door with the other. She pressed her body to his, crushing his lips with hers.
His hands snaked their way into her curls, holding her to him, until the need to breathe became pressing and he had to pull away.
"Miss me much?" he smirked, his eyes twinkling.
"Six days, John. Six days, four of which I wasn't even sure you were still alive." she answered, pulling him away from the wall and working his t-shirt out of his pants. "What do you think?" She ran her hands over his chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair, as she worked his shirt up and over his head. Her eyes raked over him, searching for any new bruises or cuts that may have resulted from his latest bout with trouble on an alien planet.
"Elizabeth, I'm fine. They didn't even really lock us up this time. Just trusted that we wouldn't take off..." his voice trailed when he saw her eyes darken dangerously. He swallowed hard and licked his lips nervously. He knew that look...that was Elizabeth's "stop talking and fuck me" look. He was in more trouble than he thought...
She turned him around so that she was facing the center of the room and backed him toward the bed, working the fastenings of his pants as she moved. She pushed him down onto the bed, moving over him to pull his pants and boxers away, slowing only to remove his boots. Once she had him stripped of all of his clothes, she stood and kissed him.
She straightened and slowly stripped off her own clothes, batting his hands away and taking even more time when he tried to help.
"Elizabeth...." he groaned, desperate to feel her silky skin beneath his hands.
"Huh uh..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly. “You kept me waiting for six long days....' her voice trailed off as she nudged him back further on the bed.
She followed him back onto the bed, slinking like a cat, and helped him get comfortable against the pillows. Once satisfied that she had him just where she wanted him, she slid her body off of his and reached into the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a silk scarf.
John's eyes widened as she lifted his arms above his head, loosely tying his wrists together. "God, Elizabeth...." he groaned as she ran her hands down his arms and over his chest.
Elizabeth smirked slightly as she moved to nibble his earlobe and worked her way down his jaw and neck. She worked her way down his chest, kissing, nibbling, licking; teasing his nipples with her tongue as she reached down to wrap her hand around his growing erection.
John’s hips bucked ahs she began to stroke him slowly and he moaned out her name as she kissed her way down his abdomen. He hissed her name as she closed her lips around the head of his cock.
She took her time, licking, sucking, nibbling, teasing, until he couldn’t keep still anymore. He had to touch her, taste her, feel her moving above him. John pulled hard against the silk scarf, pulling his hand from the loose knots, and put his hands on Elizabeth’s hips. He guided her bottom until she put on knee on either side of his head, opening her to him; Elizabeth’s ministrations to his cock never faltering.
John inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated by her scent. He teased her folds with his fingers, using his thumb to lightly circle her clit. His tongue darted out and lapped at her.
Elizabeth moaned against him when she felt his tongue on her, his hips bucking hard, coming dangerously close to bucking her off of him. She adjusted her weight, leaning on her elbow and taking more of his length in her mouth.
“Oh shit….” John moaned, feeling the tension start to coil in his lower back. He suckled Elizabeth’s clit; pushing two fingers into her and pumping in time with the rhythm of her mouth on him. He felt her start to tense and used his thumbs to hold her open to him as he nipped at her.
She came hard against his face, groaning as her muscles clenched around his fingers. John lapped at her slowly, riding out the final waves of her climax; his hips bucked against her when she began to suck and nip her way up his length again.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him firmly, the added pressure just enough to push him over the edge. Her throat worked non-stop, swallowing quickly as he spilled into her mouth. She milked him dry with her mouth, licking him clean and flicking her tongue over the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and lifting herself off of him.
She turned to face him, smiling wickedly and licking her lips. She leaned down to kiss him, moaning when she tasted herself on his lips; it mingled with the taste of him, the combined taste heady and intoxicating.
Elizabeth’s lungs screamed for air and she broke their kiss, moving to stretch her body along his, snuggling close and dropping kisses on his collarbone. “I’m glad you’re home….and safe….” she murmured against his neck.
“I ah...noticed…” he teased, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, chuckling as she half-heartedly swatted at him. “Me too.” he murmured back, circling his arms around her and holding her tight as they both drifted into sleep.
Elizabeth pulled John into her quarters before the door had finished sliding open and pushed him against the wall with one hand while closing the door with the other. She pressed her body to his, crushing his lips with hers.
His hands snaked their way into her curls, holding her to him, until the need to breathe became pressing and he had to pull away.
"Miss me much?" he smirked, his eyes twinkling.
"Six days, John. Six days, four of which I wasn't even sure you were still alive." she answered, pulling him away from the wall and working his t-shirt out of his pants. "What do you think?" She ran her hands over his chest, fingers tangling in his chest hair, as she worked his shirt up and over his head. Her eyes raked over him, searching for any new bruises or cuts that may have resulted from his latest bout with trouble on an alien planet.
"Elizabeth, I'm fine. They didn't even really lock us up this time. Just trusted that we wouldn't take off..." his voice trailed when he saw her eyes darken dangerously. He swallowed hard and licked his lips nervously. He knew that look...that was Elizabeth's "stop talking and fuck me" look. He was in more trouble than he thought...
She turned him around so that she was facing the center of the room and backed him toward the bed, working the fastenings of his pants as she moved. She pushed him down onto the bed, moving over him to pull his pants and boxers away, slowing only to remove his boots. Once she had him stripped of all of his clothes, she stood and kissed him.
She straightened and slowly stripped off her own clothes, batting his hands away and taking even more time when he tried to help.
"Elizabeth...." he groaned, desperate to feel her silky skin beneath his hands.
"Huh uh..." Elizabeth grinned wickedly. “You kept me waiting for six long days....' her voice trailed off as she nudged him back further on the bed.
She followed him back onto the bed, slinking like a cat, and helped him get comfortable against the pillows. Once satisfied that she had him just where she wanted him, she slid her body off of his and reached into the nightstand beside the bed, pulling out a silk scarf.
John's eyes widened as she lifted his arms above his head, loosely tying his wrists together. "God, Elizabeth...." he groaned as she ran her hands down his arms and over his chest.
Elizabeth smirked slightly as she moved to nibble his earlobe and worked her way down his jaw and neck. She worked her way down his chest, kissing, nibbling, licking; teasing his nipples with her tongue as she reached down to wrap her hand around his growing erection.
John’s hips bucked ahs she began to stroke him slowly and he moaned out her name as she kissed her way down his abdomen. He hissed her name as she closed her lips around the head of his cock.
She took her time, licking, sucking, nibbling, teasing, until he couldn’t keep still anymore. He had to touch her, taste her, feel her moving above him. John pulled hard against the silk scarf, pulling his hand from the loose knots, and put his hands on Elizabeth’s hips. He guided her bottom until she put on knee on either side of his head, opening her to him; Elizabeth’s ministrations to his cock never faltering.
John inhaled deeply, becoming intoxicated by her scent. He teased her folds with his fingers, using his thumb to lightly circle her clit. His tongue darted out and lapped at her.
Elizabeth moaned against him when she felt his tongue on her, his hips bucking hard, coming dangerously close to bucking her off of him. She adjusted her weight, leaning on her elbow and taking more of his length in her mouth.
“Oh shit….” John moaned, feeling the tension start to coil in his lower back. He suckled Elizabeth’s clit; pushing two fingers into her and pumping in time with the rhythm of her mouth on him. He felt her start to tense and used his thumbs to hold her open to him as he nipped at her.
She came hard against his face, groaning as her muscles clenched around his fingers. John lapped at her slowly, riding out the final waves of her climax; his hips bucked against her when she began to suck and nip her way up his length again.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him firmly, the added pressure just enough to push him over the edge. Her throat worked non-stop, swallowing quickly as he spilled into her mouth. She milked him dry with her mouth, licking him clean and flicking her tongue over the head of his cock one last time before pulling away and lifting herself off of him.
She turned to face him, smiling wickedly and licking her lips. She leaned down to kiss him, moaning when she tasted herself on his lips; it mingled with the taste of him, the combined taste heady and intoxicating.
Elizabeth’s lungs screamed for air and she broke their kiss, moving to stretch her body along his, snuggling close and dropping kisses on his collarbone. “I’m glad you’re home….and safe….” she murmured against his neck.
“I ah...noticed…” he teased, dropping a kiss on the top of her head, chuckling as she half-heartedly swatted at him. “Me too.” he murmured back, circling his arms around her and holding her tight as they both drifted into sleep.