RP: Can't stand it any more

[shh_rita]

Date: 13 December 2005
Characters: Rita Skeeter, Kinsgley Shacklebolt
Location: Kingsley's place on Albus
Status: Private
Summary: Rita can't stand this any longer.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_kingsley]

Kingsley wasn't in a rush. He wanted her bare but he'd get her there. No need to hurry. He unbuckled her shoe and removed it, slipping the stocking the rest of the way off before setting her foot down gently and removing her other shoe and then the stocking, licking his way down to her knee as he peeled it from her body.

The suspender belt went next. He worked a wet, open mouth over her mound as he reached around behind her to unclasp it. When it was gone, he sat back on his heels long enough to take a long look. Raking her with his eyes from her bare toes to her tiny knickers up to her still covered breasts -- he was gonna have to fix that soon -- to her curly blond head. He leaned forward again and grasped the front edge of her knickers with his teeth as his hands slid up the beautiful globes of her arse to hook into the band at the back as he tugged them down to her knees. Kingsley pushed them the rest of the way down with his hands while he sucked her clit in almost, but not quite, too hard. The next thing he knew, she was touching him and urging him to stand. He wasn't sure how he got to his feet or how he continued to stand considering how hard and ready he was and how much he still wanted to be on his knees tasting her.

Then she kissed him.

Oh god, yessss. Jesus. Fuck. It was an amazing kiss. No one had the right to kiss like that, like he was her last meal. Before he recovered from the kiss, his denims and boxers had been dropped and Kingsley was trying to figure out just when it had happened because he'd been lost in that amazing kiss. Rita was talking, but he couldn't concentrate, couldn't think, could barely breathe and everything was about her. About her and him.

About them.

She wrapped her hand around his dick and asked what he thought. As if any man could think with a hand and those nails wrapped around him.

Think. He thought far enough to step out of the denims and shorts she'd pushed down. He thought far enough to reach around and strip her bra off her. He thought enough to moan as she stroked him.

"I think we need the bed." He picked her up and carried her over, laying her down cross wise and taking a long look at her cunt before peeling apart her folds and lapping at the juices. Merlin, fuck. Yes.

[shh_rita]

So perhaps asking him what he thought as she her fingers curled around him had been cruel, but god, his cock looked amazing in her hand. Huge and powerful. She could feel the throb, and his hiss of breath as she gave him a few firm, steady strokes was delicious.

Then he was pulling her bra over her arms and catching her against his chest, lifting her off her feet again and letting her fall across the duvet. Her head spun, his hands parted her knees, and he was staring.

She never felt more naked than when he was looking at her.

And then his tongue was on her again and she was melting into the covers, wantign to do more, to take some sort of control of herself and the situation but fuck that felt amazing and she could barely think at all.

"Fuck, Kingsley, yes."

Now her hands were on his head, curling and stretching, nails against his skin, purrs in her throat.

[shh_kingsley]

She scratched at his head with those nails and he sucked in a deep shuddering breath. A breath full of the smell of her. Fuck, yes. He slid his hands down to her ankles, teasing soft, then raked his own short, almost barely there nails up her legs to her hips then reached around and scratched at her arse before spreading those cheeks with his fingers and lifting her enough that he was able to make the next swipe of his tongue go from that delicate pink hole to her clit. He loved the smell of her, the taste, the view. Oh fuck, yes.

He could feel the tension in her legs as he gently lowered her down again so he could have his hands free. He came at her from both directions. Kingsley's left hand reached up and pulled the skin tight on either side of her clit, exposing the nub even more, while his right index finger curled up inside her and his mouth suckled her in willing her to break for him. Let go, baby. Let it all go.

[shh_rita]

Ohfuck, he lifted her up and spread her wider and his tongue was everywhere and she was so, so open she just wanted to shatter, lose her mind completely.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck her head arching back and one hand fisting in the covers. Merlin. Jesus. Yesyesyes.

She was so close her thighs were shaking, and she wanted to, she wanted...

"Stop," she hissed, and her body bucked in defiance to her thoughts as she tried hard to hold on. "Please, Kingsley. I want... all of you. Everything. Want to come with you. Make love to me."

[shh_kingsley]

Stop.

He heart almost stopped beating for a moment when he thought she was going to push him away. Then she was asking for him. For him and then... fuck.

Make love to me.

Fuck. Merlin, was she trying to kill him? He prayed this wasn't some elaborate joke she'd cooked up to destroy him once again. But he couldn't not take the chance. She wouldn't be his weakness if he had ever been capable of simply walking away. Kingsley kissed his way up her body, skimming her flesh with lips and hands. He lifted her a bit and slid her so that she was lying properly on the bed length-wise now as he laid down next to her and stroked her so, so, soft skin. He pulled her against him and kissed her gently, but with more heat than he ever had before, as he slid himself up inside of her.

Oh god, yessss. "Riiiita."

[shh_rita]

She couldn't believe she'd said it English, but the words had tumbled off her tongue before she had the chance to stop them and she wanted to laugh at how easy it had been. But she had no breath left and even if she had, the look in his eyes as he kissed his way back up over her stomach and breasts would have taken it from her.

The words must have floored him, because the way he laid himself down beside her and touched her was almost shy, almost wonderous. Where was the animal? He was beautiful like this, but it was terrifying to see him so soft and open and not want to break him.

Do I even have the ability to handle things gently?

She threw her leg over his thighs as he kissed her, and then he was there, sheathing himself in her, filling her up, and fuck. It felt like coming home.

She breathed a moan against his skin, pressing him back into the covers. Wrapped herself around him and lifted her hips, then sunk back on down as deep as she could go, stretching to fit him.

"Fuck," she whispered and buried her head against his neck, sucking at the skin below his ear. Hips up and down again, nipples scraping against his chest, and it was all she could do to breathe and move on hold on.

[shh_kingsley]

He'd been a breath away from rolling her onto her back when she pressed against him, pushed him over onto his and began sliding up and down on his cock. Those hard little peaks dragging against his chest were driving him wild and he had to slip his hands in between them to flick those nipples with his thumbs before rolling them once, twice, three times before moving his hands down to her hips. It had been so, so long since he'd been inside of her. She still felt amazing. He loved the way she was able to fit all of him inside her and the way she looked wrapped around him.

"Look better than any white robe ever could, sweetheart." He mumbled an answer to a question she asked minutes ago... hours ago... days ago. He couldn't really remember when she asked because her hand had been wrapped around his cock and he couldn't think, and he couldn't think any better right now, not really, but fuck she looked amazing on top of him like that and felt so perfect. He canted his head to give her better access to his neck, but when she sucked a particularly sensitive spot on his neck, he pushed her hips down harder as he shoved up inside her and rolled them over.

With agonizing slowness, he withdrew until only the head of his prick remained inside her, then slammed himself home as he raised up and went to work on her neck and collar bone with his mouth. "Love the way you taste. Everywhere," he growled as he continued the slow torment of drawing out his strokes, teasing himself as much as her.

[shh_rita]

Those big hands covering her breasts, calloused fingers scraping her skin, twisting her nipples. Sliding down her sides to her hips, curled around the curve of ass. There was nothing, nothing better than the feel of him inside her and those hands all over her. Nothing more decadent than feeling him fill her right up and claim her body with his hands.

Except, perhaps, the feel of the duvet crushing under her back and the sight of him stretched out above her.

He slid out and she felt her hips following the movement, trying to stop him, heard the needy little whimper in her throat that turned to a cry when he slammed back in. Her whole body moved with the force of it, back tingling from friction with the covers.

A low chuckle escaped her throat as his lips came down on it. She arched into him, meeting the trust of his hips with her own. The chuckle became shallow breaths when he continued to tease her; whimpering and needy.

"Tease," she whispered, half amusement and half breathless plea. She reached up and curled her hands around the bedframe, squeezing her shoulders back and pushing her breasts up harder against him.

"Fuck me raw. Hold me so tight you leave bruises. I want to see the animal. Want to see you let go. Give me everything. Now, please."
He was drawing out again, agonisingly slowly and every nerve was burning, every bit of her screaming for more.

[shh_kingsley]

Kingsley chuckled when she called him a tease. "Oh baby, you have no idea," as he drove himself into her hard. He nearly lost it when she arched up and grabbed on to the bed and pushed those tits up into his face. He took one nipple into his mouth and suckled it hard, scraping the bud with his teeth as he applied more suction.

"Not yet. Almost ready. Trust me." Kingsley grabbed her hips hard but kept a careful pace, grinding against her clit every time he sank in for a dozen or two strokes, because honestly who the fuck was keeping count at that point, before pulling out completely with a loud groan of loss.

He lifted her leg. "Turn over, baby. Gonna fuck you so hard."

[shh_rita]

She was dying. He was killing her. Slowly, slowly, so fucking slowly, and she wanted to be annihilated, to go up in flames.

Soon. Soon. Her mind whispered the words to her quaking body, but it didn't listen. Couldn't hear anything but its own need.

But she could see the tension in his shoulders, the sheen of sweat on his skin, in the feral little glint in his eyes. The knowledge that it wasn't easy for him either sent a thrill right through her, but not nearly enough.

She didn't think that anything that wasn't all of him would ever be enough for her again.

She hissed when he pulled out of her; the loss was almost painful. Felt his fingers around her thigh and she couldn't think to tease him into tossing her down. Went over onto her knees and had no idea where she'd found the energy or the will to take her eyes from his face.

Couldn't see him now, and needed him within her to make up for it. Needed it raw and animal and hard. She reached back one hand, sliding over her own hip and around her ass, pulling skin taut and spreading herself wide for him. Strained her head over her shoulder to get one last glimpse of him before they turned into beasts.

[shh_kingsley]

He didn't want to stop looking at her face but she wanted the animal, wanted him strong, wanted him to let loose of himself on her and to do that he needed purchase. The best way to grab hold and pound into her was with her up on all fours. God help him, but he loved that it was difficult for her but she did it anyway. Did it for him. Did it for her. Did it because he told her and she wanted him. She went up on her knees and then...

Fucking hell. She reached around and spread herself for him. Oh, sweet Jesus. Fuck. So fucking beautiful. Kingsley wasted no time slamming himself back inside her then reaching for her hips and gripping so, so tight as he fucked her hard. Growling. Panting. "Fuck, yes. That's it," she was slamming back against him too. "Beautiful. Arrrgghhh... so tight. So hot. So fucking wet."

Kingsley ran his hands up her sides, stretching to reach her tits and grabbed them with his fingers, using them for leverage to pound her harder until he knew he was only a few strokes away from filling her with his spunk. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her up as he went back on his ankles. He pinned her to him with the arm about her waist while his other hand found her clit and he sank his teeth into her shoulder with a loud growl as he came.

Hard.

[shh_rita]

The first thrust ripped her breath out in a strangled moan, and then her hands were fisting in the duvet and she threw her head back onto her shoulders, closed her eyes and felt.

Felt his fingers digging into her hips and his cock so, so deep and the pleasure so blinding it almost hurt. Thrust her own hips back against him and heard as much as she felt; the words growling out of him and the slap of wet skin against wet skin as he pounded her.

Hands on her tits, gripping hard and his skin scraping her nipples with every thrust, chest pressed against her back and hips grinding into hips.

And then the world tipped and he was all around her, but his fingers were there and she pushed her head back against his shoulder and her other hand went up, catching the back of his neck as everything shattered and she bucked in his arms, burning up, dying, flung away into Nothing or Something but it didn't matter because she never left, because he was holding her tight and joined with her and she didn't believe in god, but fuck if that wasn't the closest she'd ever come to an Answer.

Held on tight, clutching at the arm about her waist with her free hand as she came back, as heartbeat slowed and the air in her lungs felt real again.

"Fuck," she whispered, and it was so inelegant and inadequate that she laughed, but she had no other vocabulary left.

[shh_kingsley]

Her cunt was clenching, pulsing, throbbing against his dick. And then her hand flew up to grip the back of his neck. Fuck. He loved that. Loved her. Her other arm clung on to him as he felt her tremble and quake, then take in great huge breaths of air, like he was with his forehead pressed against her shoulder as he struggled to come down.

When she laughed he thought for a moment she was laughing at him but the sound held no venom and it forced a little chuckle from him as well, "Hold on, sweetheart." He tightened his grip on her and twisted so that they fell onto their sides. His cock slipped from her then and he groaned in loss. He moved his arm so that her head could rest on his bicep. Fortunately, his wand was within reach on the nightstand where he had left it while dressing before he went to answer the door. He summoned a spare blanket and dropped it over them, too tired to unmake the bed and scramble under the duvet. He returned his wand to the nightstand and brushed the curls away from her neck so that he could kiss her neck and the bite mark he left on her shoulder. She would be sporting a number of spectacular bruises on her tits and hips tomorrow, he knew. She was already coloring up in places where he'd gripped her hardest.

He wrapped his other arm around her tight and purred softly, "Sleep now, sweetheart. Don't go anywhere." He closed his own eyes and drifted off, thinking about how wonderful it felt to hold her against him again. He was nearly asleep when he whispered, not realizing he'd actually said what he thought aloud this time, "Love you."

[shh_rita]

Rita was aching and raw, snogged and swollen in all the most pleasant places. Even if she'd wanted to, she had no strength left to resist when Kingsley pulled her down onto the bed and into his arms.

She purred when she felt his lips against her throat and shoulder, pressing herself back closer to him so she could feel his chest pressed up against her back.

"I won't, I promise," she murmured, able to manage those words, at least. She felt heavy and sated, exhausted both physically and emotionally, and she was grateful for the silence, grateful for the chance to just be held and not have to face any more of her limitations tonight. This was easy. Easy as breathing.

She was drifting when she heard his sleepy declaration, and her eyes opened. Strangely enough, though, she didn't feel herself tense. The words didn't scare her nearly as much as she'd thought they would. Let her eyes close again. She didn't think she could return the words - not now, not tonight, not when she'd already given so much of herself, but she laced her fingers through his in answer before she left herself drift off, and hoped it said enough.