[HOUSE] Waves and Currents
Waves and Currents
House/Cameron, NC-17, 605 words,
It feels so right, feels so wrong, feels so freeing; this is where they needed to be.
He propelled himself through the water, using his good leg to push through the soft waves. He loved the water; the heat of the summer sun conflicting with the cool rush of waves. It was one of the only places that he felt whole with no one staring at his limp. He became aware of her presence along the side of his line of sight. She stood there, arms crossed with the slight edge of puzzlement crossing her face. He waved to her, “Come in, it’s nice in here and what did I say about the whole clenching thing. It’s too hot out to be worried about anything.”
She didn’t move. “I thought when you said pool, you meant game of. I didn’t even know you had a pool.”
He repeated his invitation and watched while she gnawed on her lips. “I don’t have a suit.”
“You have underwear, right?” House clasped his hands together. “Let it be a thong, let it be a thong.” She rolled her eyes and moved closer to the edge of the water. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. After a brief hesitation, she stepped out of her capri’s and tossed them onto the ground. Crossing her arms over her torso, she moved to the shallow end of the pool and gingerly stepped in.
He was right. The water felt wonderful. But she could feel the undercurrent of tension between them. It was strong enough to drown an Olympic swimmer. She floated in the middle of the pool, for all intent and purposes, naked. She longed to swim over to him and throw herself in his arms. She turned to swim out to the deep end and came face to face with him.
His hands grabbed her, and before she caught her breath, his lips claimed hers. As he hungrily kissed her, her head spun and she clung to him for support. He tasted of mint, and scotch, and everything that was perfect in her world.
“Is there something you’d like?” he murmured, his tongue tracing a path down her neck. She shivered at the sensation of cool and hot before responding, “Make love to me.”
House kissed her and she clutched him fiercely, pressing her breast against his bare chest. While his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, she clung to him, wriggling, trying to get him to fill the overpowering void inside her.
He slid his cock between her thighs and allowed his hands to roam freely over her body. He let out a groan that tumbled from his lips when she flexed the muscles of her thigh gently around his rigid flesh. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her closer, the water flowing between them, creating a slick tunnel.
Suddenly he was filling her, stretching her open in a slow, silken thrust. As his name slid from her lips, he drove into her. He drew her slowly upward, withdrawing almost completely, and then plunging back in a controlled stroke. She gasped aloud, a tide of liquid fire flooding her. His eyes were heavy lidded with passion as he pressed against her over and over. She was drowning in a wave of pleasure, diving into an eddy of sensation. She held his shoulders while a shudder rocked his frame, and he took her with him, riding the wave of ecstasy until breaker after breaker crashed along the shore of their emotions.
Allison became aware of her heart hammering against her ribs and of Greg pulling away.
He smiled at her as he started to float away. “God, I love this pool.”
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House/Cameron, NC-17, 605 words,
It feels so right, feels so wrong, feels so freeing; this is where they needed to be.
He propelled himself through the water, using his good leg to push through the soft waves. He loved the water; the heat of the summer sun conflicting with the cool rush of waves. It was one of the only places that he felt whole with no one staring at his limp. He became aware of her presence along the side of his line of sight. She stood there, arms crossed with the slight edge of puzzlement crossing her face. He waved to her, “Come in, it’s nice in here and what did I say about the whole clenching thing. It’s too hot out to be worried about anything.”
She didn’t move. “I thought when you said pool, you meant game of. I didn’t even know you had a pool.”
He repeated his invitation and watched while she gnawed on her lips. “I don’t have a suit.”
“You have underwear, right?” House clasped his hands together. “Let it be a thong, let it be a thong.” She rolled her eyes and moved closer to the edge of the water. She pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing a simple white bra. After a brief hesitation, she stepped out of her capri’s and tossed them onto the ground. Crossing her arms over her torso, she moved to the shallow end of the pool and gingerly stepped in.
He was right. The water felt wonderful. But she could feel the undercurrent of tension between them. It was strong enough to drown an Olympic swimmer. She floated in the middle of the pool, for all intent and purposes, naked. She longed to swim over to him and throw herself in his arms. She turned to swim out to the deep end and came face to face with him.
His hands grabbed her, and before she caught her breath, his lips claimed hers. As he hungrily kissed her, her head spun and she clung to him for support. He tasted of mint, and scotch, and everything that was perfect in her world.
“Is there something you’d like?” he murmured, his tongue tracing a path down her neck. She shivered at the sensation of cool and hot before responding, “Make love to me.”
House kissed her and she clutched him fiercely, pressing her breast against his bare chest. While his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, she clung to him, wriggling, trying to get him to fill the overpowering void inside her.
He slid his cock between her thighs and allowed his hands to roam freely over her body. He let out a groan that tumbled from his lips when she flexed the muscles of her thigh gently around his rigid flesh. He grasped her buttocks and pulled her closer, the water flowing between them, creating a slick tunnel.
Suddenly he was filling her, stretching her open in a slow, silken thrust. As his name slid from her lips, he drove into her. He drew her slowly upward, withdrawing almost completely, and then plunging back in a controlled stroke. She gasped aloud, a tide of liquid fire flooding her. His eyes were heavy lidded with passion as he pressed against her over and over. She was drowning in a wave of pleasure, diving into an eddy of sensation. She held his shoulders while a shudder rocked his frame, and he took her with him, riding the wave of ecstasy until breaker after breaker crashed along the shore of their emotions.
Allison became aware of her heart hammering against her ribs and of Greg pulling away.
He smiled at her as he started to float away. “God, I love this pool.”
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