OOM: Finally.

[latino_menace]

It has been a long month. A long, boring month of healing and don't touch and being forced to exercise some self-restraint. He's spiked his drinks, taken drugs and painkillers and lately, those pills that Fi got from bar. They seemed to do the trick but left a problem - if his body literally can't respond to desire, how will he know when it's

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[justcallmefee]

She's wearing an oversized tshirt to sleep in, attempting some kind of propriety. His hands are warm on her skin. She sighs, feeling his body align with hers, feeling those soft kisses and assuming she's dreaming.

It's those hot kisses trailing down her throat, and the feel of his mouth on her breast that brings her awake with a low hiss. Her hands weave in his hair.

"Caro, don't tease. Please."

And that's when she feels the hard length of him against her thigh. A jolt of arousal goes through her like electricity.

"Is it...? Are you...?"

[latino_menace]

He's tugging at her T-shirt, yanking it up and immediately fixing his lips on a nipple, pressing his erection firmly against her leg. He's not going to free his mouth to speak so he just takes her hand and pulls it down so she can feel for herself, groaning deeply the instant she touches him.

[justcallmefee]

She arches up into that kiss with a prayer on her lips, her legs tangling with his.

"Oh thank god," she murmurs, gingerly running her hand along his length. It's been a month since she's touched him, and she doesn't want to hurt him. "S'good? Doesn't hurt?"

She swipes her thumb over the tip, gently, experimenting.

[latino_menace]

He shakes his head, pulling back from her chest, already breathing hard.

'No. Not much. Just go easy or this'll last about five seconds.'

He moves so he's lying between her legs and kisses her hard, revelling in the feel of her skin against his again. He's desperate to be inside her but is trying to hold off for her sake, trying to let her get something out of it as well.

[justcallmefee]

She winds around him, one arm around his neck, her strong legs twining around his waist, meeting that kiss with equal intensity. She hums against his mouth, a needy, desperate moan.

Her hand grips his cock tighter, feeling how hard he is, stroking down to the base of him. She eases the head along her slit, and thrills to the touch, growing wetter by the second. She breaks the kiss and pushes him up, watching his face, her hand fretting in his hair, her heels digging in, urging him on.

"Go on. Take."

[latino_menace]

He hisses when she grips him and bites his lip when he feels her wetness, moaning into her mouth when he kisses her again. He really wants this to be good for her but his body is taking over and he can't resist it; she's teasing him along her hole and there's not a damn thing he can do to stop himself shoving forward hard as soon as she tells him to, burying himself in her in one firm thrust, crying out loudly as he does.

The memory of how tight she is had faded. Her walls close around him; they grip and he keens, trying to fight off the deep throbbing pleasure that's beating out from his centre.

[justcallmefee]

She's never heard him be quite so vocal and it thrills and scares her in equal measure. But fuck he feels good, buried deep inside her, and she holds tight, keening right along with him, trying to hold still. She wants it to last as long as he wants. Another kiss, tender and fierce, need flaring in every corner of her awareness.

[latino_menace]

He pulls back slowly as he kisses her, all the way out until just the very tip is touching her; he needs the respite to keep himself under control and anyway, the torture is kind of fun. He waits a beat or two, relishing the desperate ache until he can't take it any more and slides back in, firm but slow, sinking into her as deep as he can and pressing his hips down, rubbing over her clit as he moves.

[justcallmefee]

That slow penetration draws a cry from deep in her chest. She arches into him, grinds against the length of him as he slides back home. Her hands slip over his chest, over his shoulders up into his hair, holding him close as he rocks into her again.

Her voice is a slow, quiet litany of encouragement, and he's drawing that heat up from the depths, stoking her like a forge fire. She tenses around him as he thrusts deep again, her body grasping at him, like she could hold him there, and never let him go.

[latino_menace]

He cries out again when she grips him, pulling back out immediately and hanging his head for a moment, sucking in deep, calming breaths. He feels like he could go out of control at any second and he really doesn't want to yet. But he can't hold off for long; this time when he slides back, he's on his knees, bracing himself over the top of her one arm, looking down at her and slipping his fingers into her folds, finding her clit and flicking over it soft and fast as his cock buries itself inside her.

[justcallmefee]

She shudders beneath him, her head arching back into the pillows, her nails biting into his shoulders. She can't look away from his face. Those gorgeous eyes, that mouth. She feels his hand slip between them and just the brush of his knuckles against her stomach sets her alight.

He knows her so well, knows exactly what she needs. He touches her and she goes taut. It's only a span of heartbeats before she's melting, molten heat radiating out from her center, making her shake and writhe beneath him. She cries out against his mouth, that one soft, pure sound telling him everything he needs to know.

[latino_menace]

God, he's missed hearing that. It makes him moan and he kisses her, gentle at first then getting firmer, more desperate. He's not moving, letting her calm from her climax because it's a great excuse to make this last a bit longer but he's suffering now, needing to let go.

'I forgot how good you feel when you come.'

He's as deep as he can go, allowing himself only the smallest rocking movement and even that's making his eyes roll back. She's so firm underneath him, so tight, so warm, so wet and she holds him just right. He can't resist it.

'Gonna have to...'

[justcallmefee]

"Yesyesyes."

He fills her senses, covers her, pins her to this moment. Pleasure whites out everything else but the heat of his skin and the thick, hard curve of his cock is fitted so deep inside her, a familiar, welcome ache spreads out in waves, turning her inside out. He's still moving, groaning, and she feels the surge when it comes. She holds him close, murmuring soft words in Gaelic against his mouth, kissing him, loving him with every breath and every touch.

[latino_menace]

He's rigid in the seconds before it hits, still barely moving, crying out on every twitch of her cunt because he can't stop himself; he's so over-sensitive it almost hurts but he can't remember the last time he felt this good. She's squeezing him and he loses it completely, head thrown back and jerking all over, emptying into her like he'll never be able to stop.

[justcallmefee]

She can't breathe, she can't think, she can only hold on, her heels digging into the curve of his ass and her hands gripping tight to his biceps. His muscles cord across his throat and his chest, and she takes each instinctive thrust, deep and hard, her voice loud in her own ears. She's still unfolding even as he descends, coiling beneath him, sweet ecstasy throbbing through her lower half. Electric aftershocks shimmer through her whole body and she never once closes her eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment, a single flicker of pleasure on his face.

Her hand cups his cheek, drawing him back to her, back down to earth and the warmth of her touch.

[latino_menace]

He blinks, half-blinded, dazed and aching. He doesn't stop moving, that tiny movement, pulling more tendrils of excruciating pleasure out of him, making him lose his breath still. He's still fully hard, nowhere near done yet. It's been so long.

'Christ.'