fic : Feast of the Senses
Title : Feast of the Senses
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 480
Status : Complete
Summary : He quickly learns that the lighter his touch, the more she writhes, and he can't help but smile.
Feast of the Senses
There is a hesitation in his touch that somehow becomes more assured as his fingertips explore and learn all that he has previously only dreamed of. His hand strokes, slow and cool, up her leg, his thumb caresses the curve of her knee, and she opens to him like a flower. He takes a breath before he continues his mapping of her. His fingers brush across the velvet soft, warm, skin of her inner thigh, and she whimpers, bites her lip and tries desperately not to move as his long fingers flutter higher, higher.
He presses a barely-there touch to her centre, curious at how she pleads with him now. He smiles, closes his eyes and listens to her pleading and protesting. She begs him to stop, and then begs him never to stop. She lifts her hips, and his finger strokes against her slick wet centre. He quickly learns that the lighter his touch, the more she writhes, and he can't help but smile.
He leans in, dips his mouth to her and tastes her as she shudders involuntarily. He darts the tip of his tongue at the hardening pearl hidden between rose petals, and she cries out. Her scent is overpowering, it blinds his senses, drives him to devour her. He sweeps his tongue in maddening circles around her clit, then draws it between his lips and sucks it softly. He teases it with lips and teeth as he finds his appetite voracious.
So lost is he in his ardent hunger for her that he does not hear her first scream, and only realises his accomplishment when his mouth fills with her flavour. Sweet warm honey coats his tongue and without mercy he licks and laps at every drop.
Only when he has eaten his fill of her does he pull back, take himself in hand, and ease his more than ready cock into her. But he is not yet done with her. He pulls her legs apart and his fingers seek out her clit, tormenting her into a second orgasm as he pushes into her, pulls out, claims her time and time again as his.
He climaxes, pulses his seed into her as she arches up to accept him and screams in elated triumph as their bodies crash together in this storm of their own making.
Spent, he pulls free of her, leans back and gazes at her in adoration. She is bathed in gold, and she watches his appraisal of her through heavy lashes, and smiles.
His lips find hers and he kisses her. His love. His mate. His Rose.
She sighs, her body exhausted, ready for sleep, and so with kindness, he unties her hands from the silken ropes with which he had bound her to his bed, and they curl into each others bodies and claim the bliss of sleep.
Pairing : Nine/Rose
Genre: Smut
Rating : Adult
Word Count : 480
Status : Complete
Summary : He quickly learns that the lighter his touch, the more she writhes, and he can't help but smile.
Feast of the Senses
There is a hesitation in his touch that somehow becomes more assured as his fingertips explore and learn all that he has previously only dreamed of. His hand strokes, slow and cool, up her leg, his thumb caresses the curve of her knee, and she opens to him like a flower. He takes a breath before he continues his mapping of her. His fingers brush across the velvet soft, warm, skin of her inner thigh, and she whimpers, bites her lip and tries desperately not to move as his long fingers flutter higher, higher.
He presses a barely-there touch to her centre, curious at how she pleads with him now. He smiles, closes his eyes and listens to her pleading and protesting. She begs him to stop, and then begs him never to stop. She lifts her hips, and his finger strokes against her slick wet centre. He quickly learns that the lighter his touch, the more she writhes, and he can't help but smile.
He leans in, dips his mouth to her and tastes her as she shudders involuntarily. He darts the tip of his tongue at the hardening pearl hidden between rose petals, and she cries out. Her scent is overpowering, it blinds his senses, drives him to devour her. He sweeps his tongue in maddening circles around her clit, then draws it between his lips and sucks it softly. He teases it with lips and teeth as he finds his appetite voracious.
So lost is he in his ardent hunger for her that he does not hear her first scream, and only realises his accomplishment when his mouth fills with her flavour. Sweet warm honey coats his tongue and without mercy he licks and laps at every drop.
Only when he has eaten his fill of her does he pull back, take himself in hand, and ease his more than ready cock into her. But he is not yet done with her. He pulls her legs apart and his fingers seek out her clit, tormenting her into a second orgasm as he pushes into her, pulls out, claims her time and time again as his.
He climaxes, pulses his seed into her as she arches up to accept him and screams in elated triumph as their bodies crash together in this storm of their own making.
Spent, he pulls free of her, leans back and gazes at her in adoration. She is bathed in gold, and she watches his appraisal of her through heavy lashes, and smiles.
His lips find hers and he kisses her. His love. His mate. His Rose.
She sighs, her body exhausted, ready for sleep, and so with kindness, he unties her hands from the silken ropes with which he had bound her to his bed, and they curl into each others bodies and claim the bliss of sleep.