Comment!porn - NC17; JDM/SF; CW RPF; het
For phantisma's Comment!Porn Month (December 2008)
for amara_m
Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, filthy
"You liked that, didn't you?" Jeff's hand slides up under her hair, twisting to wrap it around his fist. She nods, still trying to catch her breath, and he grins. "Thought so. Such a nasty girl, aren't you?"
He tightens his grip on her hair and pulls her up and around, making sure she stays on her knees. Her skin gleams in the low light, sweat covering her in a fine sheen, and he feels his cock stir again. She's beautiful like this, limp and tangled, covered in sweat and come, eyes heavy-lidded as she watches him.
"Bet you'd let me do you like that in public, wouldn't you? Just push you down to your hands and knees, fuck you doggie style where everyone could walk by and see." She whimpers at that, and Jeff slides from the bed to stand beside it.
"Such a slut for me," he murmurs, pulls her closer so he can press a hard, bruising kiss to her already kiss-swollen lips. "I like that. I like how greedy you are for my cock, how your pussy gets so wet when I fuck you hard." Another kiss, and she moans into it, swaying towards him.
He pulls away and pushes her head down, using his grip in her hair to guide her. She opens her mouth with no prompting. As her lips wrap around his cock, he exhales slowly. "That's it," he says, hips moving so he can slowly fuck her mouth. "Take it all, show me how much you love the taste of your pussy on my cock."
She follows direction so well like this, and he keeps up a steady stream of words, telling her how good it feels, how gorgeous she is with his cock in her mouth, how much he wants to fuck her again. A whimper escapes her, a soft, choked sound as he pushes deep, the head of his cock slipping down her throat.
"Make it nice and hard," he growls, tugging on her hair, reaching down with his free hand to pinch her nipple. "Get it real wet, baby, and I'll fuck you again. Gonna fuck your ass this time, make you love it."
She whimpers again, and he can see her hand slip between her thighs, knows she's thrusting her fingers deep inside herself. So he pulls her head away, looks down at her flushed face and spit-slick lips. "Show me how much you want that, show me what a greedy, nasty little slut you are for me."
When she rolls over and pokes her ass into the air, fingers still buried in her pussy, Jeff laughs, low and wicked, and reaches for the lube.
for amara_m
Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, control (or the lack thereof)
Samantha was relating a story, eyes sparkling and voice full of laughter, but Jeff wasn't paying any attention to what she was saying. All that mattered was that her full attention was focused on the couple sharing the table with them. He smiled and dropped his hand beneath the table.
Time to see if the lessons they'd been working on so patiently needed enforcing later.
His fingers touched the gauzy material of her skirt and twisted. Her lashes flickered, but she kept talking. Slowly, inch by inch, he pulled the fabric up until he could slide his hand beneath it.
Her only reaction to the touch of his hand on her bare thigh was the faintest intake of air that wasn't quite a gasp. Good girl.
He continued to smile, giving every appearance of being caught up in her story. All the while, his hand curved over her thigh, fingers sliding over smooth skin, moving higher. His smile widened when he discovered she wasn't wearing any panties.
That was one lesson learned.
His fingers slid higher, shifted, pressed, and...yes. There. She was already wet from just the little bit of teasing. With no prompting at all, her thighs parted, granting him access. The woman across from them chuckled at something Samantha had said, and Samantha just cleared her throat.
Damp curls brushed over his skin as he pressed deeper, fingers slipsliding along slick folds. From the corner of his eye, he could see her bite her lips as two fingers slid deep inside her. With a small shift of his chair, he worked his hand until his thumb could rub over her clit. Samantha didn't even flinch, but he could see the flush appear on her cheeks. Perfect.
Taking up the thread of the conversation, paying attention now, Jeff answered a question from the other man. Samantha just nodded. To be honest, he was a little surprised -- and very pleased -- that she was still upright, acting as if nothing was wrong while his fingers worked in and out of her in thrusts, thumb continuing to rub over her clit in lazy caresses.
When she came, the only outward indication was in her hands tightening around the edge of the table and a gentle trembling of her body. Below the table, though, was another story as her muscles spasmed around Jeff's fingers, gripping him tight. Her thighs were quivering when he pulled his hand back, and he leaned over to brush a light kiss along the side of her neck.
As the other couple turned to give their order to the waiter, Jeff whispered how proud of her he was, how well she'd done, and promised to make her come again before dessert.