About You. Jensen/Danneel.hegemonyApril 23 2011, 06:16:27 UTC
She does this for him, sometimes.
"Let's talk about you, Jenny."
He's trembling, right now. The sweat on his skin seems to make him glow and he's breathing like a semi-automatic in the humid air between them. She can't find the right words to say, rubbing against him.
"Please," he breathes, arching into her, rubbing back, trying to get her in. She smirks at that, smirks at how long she's been teasing him, spinning him up. She rakes her nails over his thighs, his hips, the cut of his stomach and he moans, rapturous, so wanton for her. She wonders if she looks like this when she's on the receiving end of his dick.
"Don't worry, I'll get you there," she soothes, petting like he's at once a spoiled brat and a scared greyhound. She pushes in, all the way, works her hips in a curlycueue and slides all the way out again, watching as his hole winks shut again, watching as her toy emerges shiny with the lube she'd spent so long easing in. He groans in frustration, turns to fit his face into the pillow, toes curling.
She does it again.
"Please," he says, whiskey hoarse. There's even a spot of texan twang, somewhere in there, the thing that gets her motor running the most. But no, she stops, leaves him frustrated and out in the cold, before sinking in inch by delicious, maddening inch.
"What was that?"
She retreats out of him doubly as long as it took for her to push in. He knows every vein, every ridge, the articulate head of that fucking cock like it's going to take him out for lunch by the time she's done.
"Dani, I need it," Jensen tells her. He looks up- every bit the man she married- at the end of his rope. "Put me outta my misery?"
She stabs in again, smiling. "I'll think about it."
And when he has the good sense to chase her, that's when she takes his arms, holds him down and fucks him hard. She's good at this, knows where all the essentials are and her hips are positioned for the perfect little follow-through at the end that really gets him howling. When she can tell he's close, she pins his hips down and doesn't even bother anymore, fucks without reserve.
"Come on, Jenny," she teases, a rasp in his ear, a name he hates so very much. "Tell me how full you are."
"Fuck, Dani," he moans, "I need more, I can't, I...fuck me."
Her crooked smirk of satisfaction lowers to his mouth, and she licks the seam of his lips as she slides all the way in, locks their hips together, and nudges at his prostate until he's screaming for it, unable to hold back.
"Need to see you come on my cock," she says, all super vamp. "Come all over it like a good little boy. Wanna see you give in."
"Fuck."
"Yes," he says, haggard. "Yes, please. Please make me come."
"So polite, Jenny. Is my dick splitting you open really that good? Put that smart mouth of yours in its place?"
"You have no clue," Jensen chokes out, terse. His breath hitches, his whole body tamping down and as he comes, she fucks harder, deeper, more, the base shoving against her clit as she ruts into him, hoping his orgasm will spread like wildfire all up her spine. His cock blasts come like a firehose, a long ropey explosion of semen between her thighs and all over the base of her strap on, the leather straddling her hips like a second skin.
Jensen sighs, his face smoothing out, but she's still nowhere near getting off, and whimpers as he wiggles away from her, turning her over so she'll lay flat on the bed. He shimmies the leather from her hips, unsheaths the condom from the dildo hanging between her legs and unhooks it from the strap on, letting it rest in the palm of his hand. He runs it down her inner thigh and she gasps, her hips rising wantonly in silent offering.
"Now," he says, as if he has some great work ahead of him as the head slowly, achingly slips inside her, "let's talk about you."
And as he slips his lips over her clit and slides all the way home until she's clutching the sheets, a delicious little shiver runs through her as she clenches around the warmth inside her, warmth from inside him, a little piece she never gets to touch.
"Let's talk about you, Jenny."
He's trembling, right now. The sweat on his skin seems to make him glow and he's breathing like a semi-automatic in the humid air between them. She can't find the right words to say, rubbing against him.
"Please," he breathes, arching into her, rubbing back, trying to get her in. She smirks at that, smirks at how long she's been teasing him, spinning him up. She rakes her nails over his thighs, his hips, the cut of his stomach and he moans, rapturous, so wanton for her. She wonders if she looks like this when she's on the receiving end of his dick.
"Don't worry, I'll get you there," she soothes, petting like he's at once a spoiled brat and a scared greyhound. She pushes in, all the way, works her hips in a curlycueue and slides all the way out again, watching as his hole winks shut again, watching as her toy emerges shiny with the lube she'd spent so long easing in. He groans in frustration, turns to fit his face into the pillow, toes curling.
She does it again.
"Please," he says, whiskey hoarse. There's even a spot of texan twang, somewhere in there, the thing that gets her motor running the most. But no, she stops, leaves him frustrated and out in the cold, before sinking in inch by delicious, maddening inch.
"What was that?"
She retreats out of him doubly as long as it took for her to push in. He knows every vein, every ridge, the articulate head of that fucking cock like it's going to take him out for lunch by the time she's done.
"Dani, I need it," Jensen tells her. He looks up- every bit the man she married- at the end of his rope. "Put me outta my misery?"
She stabs in again, smiling. "I'll think about it."
And when he has the good sense to chase her, that's when she takes his arms, holds him down and fucks him hard. She's good at this, knows where all the essentials are and her hips are positioned for the perfect little follow-through at the end that really gets him howling. When she can tell he's close, she pins his hips down and doesn't even bother anymore, fucks without reserve.
"Come on, Jenny," she teases, a rasp in his ear, a name he hates so very much. "Tell me how full you are."
"Fuck, Dani," he moans, "I need more, I can't, I...fuck me."
Her crooked smirk of satisfaction lowers to his mouth, and she licks the seam of his lips as she slides all the way in, locks their hips together, and nudges at his prostate until he's screaming for it, unable to hold back.
"Need to see you come on my cock," she says, all super vamp. "Come all over it like a good little boy. Wanna see you give in."
"Fuck."
"Yes," he says, haggard. "Yes, please. Please make me come."
"So polite, Jenny. Is my dick splitting you open really that good? Put that smart mouth of yours in its place?"
"You have no clue," Jensen chokes out, terse. His breath hitches, his whole body tamping down and as he comes, she fucks harder, deeper, more, the base shoving against her clit as she ruts into him, hoping his orgasm will spread like wildfire all up her spine. His cock blasts come like a firehose, a long ropey explosion of semen between her thighs and all over the base of her strap on, the leather straddling her hips like a second skin.
Jensen sighs, his face smoothing out, but she's still nowhere near getting off, and whimpers as he wiggles away from her, turning her over so she'll lay flat on the bed. He shimmies the leather from her hips, unsheaths the condom from the dildo hanging between her legs and unhooks it from the strap on, letting it rest in the palm of his hand. He runs it down her inner thigh and she gasps, her hips rising wantonly in silent offering.
"Now," he says, as if he has some great work ahead of him as the head slowly, achingly slips inside her, "let's talk about you."
And as he slips his lips over her clit and slides all the way home until she's clutching the sheets, a delicious little shiver runs through her as she clenches around the warmth inside her, warmth from inside him, a little piece she never gets to touch.
He does this for her, sometimes.
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THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT.
EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL.
THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH.
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