Re: FILL (3/?)
anonymous
July 2 2011, 04:54:08 UTC
There’s a moment where all she can hear is the beating of her own heart. “What?”
“I want it too, Amy: just like you talked about. Just like we talked about, in our fantasies...”
“Rory, you can’t mean...”
“The three of us together.”
She can hardly hear what he’s saying after that: something about not wanting either of them to get hurt, and not wanting to ruin their marriage, and being afraid of his own desire...the usual Rory dithering he went through over every decision in his life, from what to have for breakfast to whether he should look for a better nursing job at a bigger hospital. While he’s telling her why he thinks they can make this work, and how much he wants it as well as her, all she can think about is the last clear sentence she heard: “The three of us together.” The words have sent a wave of heat through her body. She might drown in it.
He’s still talking when she closes her eyes and arches her back against the pillows. Her arms strain against the silk scarves, and her hands are itching to reach down and feel the wetness between her legs. She cuts off his speech with a loud, resounding groan. “Ohhh, why did you have to tie my hands?”
When she opens her eyes to look at him, he’s watching her with that serious, intense stare again. He smiles. “Because before I let you have him, I need to tell you how it’s going to work. I need for you to understand something: that whatever may happen with us and him, you will always be mine.” As he talks, he’s moved closer to the bed, until he’s standing over her. “Do you understand?”
She licks her lips and nods. “Yes. Can you untie me now?”
He shakes his head slowly, frowning. “No, Amy: I don’t think you understand, and I need you to before we start anything with him. I need to make you understand.” He reaches out a hand to brush under her lip.
She smiles seductively now, thinking this is part of the game. “And how are you going to make me understand?”
He sits on the bed again and rests his hand on her stomach. With the other, he reaches to brush her hair from her face. He braces himself against the headboard and leans down for a kiss, the wood groaning as he puts his weight on it. While he plays at her lips, flicking his tongue softly against hers, his hand creeps down her stomach and under her skirt. He pushes it up impatiently and reaches between her legs. Her knickers are already wet, and he rubs his hand over her cotton-covered mound. Amy groans into his mouth.
He breaks away from her mouth abruptly. “So, how do you think we should begin, Amy?”
Her eyes are glazed with lust when she answers. “Begin? I thought we’d already begun...”
He laughs huskily. “Yes, love...but no, I didn’t mean tonight. How should we begin with the Doctor? Who should have him first? Now, one could argue that you’ve been waiting longer...” As he speaks, he continues to rub over her clit through her knickers. They’re soaked through, now. He brings one finger up to his mouth and sucks on it slowly, before offering it up to Amy. She draws the wet digit into her mouth and sucks eagerly. “Oh, good girl...” he says under his breath. “Yes, you’ve definitely waited longer, but then: you got to have the first kiss, didn’t you? And that wasn’t fair. We didn’t discuss that. No, maybe I should go first.”
“I want it too, Amy: just like you talked about. Just like we talked about, in our fantasies...”
“Rory, you can’t mean...”
“The three of us together.”
She can hardly hear what he’s saying after that: something about not wanting either of them to get hurt, and not wanting to ruin their marriage, and being afraid of his own desire...the usual Rory dithering he went through over every decision in his life, from what to have for breakfast to whether he should look for a better nursing job at a bigger hospital. While he’s telling her why he thinks they can make this work, and how much he wants it as well as her, all she can think about is the last clear sentence she heard: “The three of us together.” The words have sent a wave of heat through her body. She might drown in it.
He’s still talking when she closes her eyes and arches her back against the pillows. Her arms strain against the silk scarves, and her hands are itching to reach down and feel the wetness between her legs. She cuts off his speech with a loud, resounding groan. “Ohhh, why did you have to tie my hands?”
When she opens her eyes to look at him, he’s watching her with that serious, intense stare again. He smiles. “Because before I let you have him, I need to tell you how it’s going to work. I need for you to understand something: that whatever may happen with us and him, you will always be mine.” As he talks, he’s moved closer to the bed, until he’s standing over her. “Do you understand?”
She licks her lips and nods. “Yes. Can you untie me now?”
He shakes his head slowly, frowning. “No, Amy: I don’t think you understand, and I need you to before we start anything with him. I need to make you understand.” He reaches out a hand to brush under her lip.
She smiles seductively now, thinking this is part of the game. “And how are you going to make me understand?”
He sits on the bed again and rests his hand on her stomach. With the other, he reaches to brush her hair from her face. He braces himself against the headboard and leans down for a kiss, the wood groaning as he puts his weight on it. While he plays at her lips, flicking his tongue softly against hers, his hand creeps down her stomach and under her skirt. He pushes it up impatiently and reaches between her legs. Her knickers are already wet, and he rubs his hand over her cotton-covered mound. Amy groans into his mouth.
He breaks away from her mouth abruptly. “So, how do you think we should begin, Amy?”
Her eyes are glazed with lust when she answers. “Begin? I thought we’d already begun...”
He laughs huskily. “Yes, love...but no, I didn’t mean tonight. How should we begin with the Doctor? Who should have him first? Now, one could argue that you’ve been waiting longer...” As he speaks, he continues to rub over her clit through her knickers. They’re soaked through, now. He brings one finger up to his mouth and sucks on it slowly, before offering it up to Amy. She draws the wet digit into her mouth and sucks eagerly. “Oh, good girl...” he says under his breath. “Yes, you’ve definitely waited longer, but then: you got to have the first kiss, didn’t you? And that wasn’t fair. We didn’t discuss that. No, maybe I should go first.”
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