Sliding Down - Fanfic, COMPLETE
Title: Sliding Down
Pairing: Ariadne and Dom
Rating: R/M
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Christopher Nolan.
Warning: Smut, explicit sexual content
This is a response to an inception kink prompt which had remained unfilled. there are several unfilled prompts there, so if anyone is interested it would be a great source for ideas.
He moves atop her slowly, gingerly. He traps her underneath his bulk and there is barely any room to adjust. He tried, over the course of the evening, to put space between them as he wanted to see more of her. He wanted to feel the dimples that formed around her stomach when she writhes with his hands, with his tongue but she fights him off. She refuses the space, surprising him with a vocabulary fit for a sailor whenever his stomach was no longer pressed against hers as he ground her.
The length of his torso ran the length of hers up to the top of her head, and he was afraid he would smother her as he thrust further in. As he continued to grind his pelvis against her, she would nip and lick at the juncture just below his collarbone. Her moans were muffled into his chest, her nails digging into his lower back and the arm he was using to support her while he lifted her to get maximum contact. He had pulled her to the edge of the bed, finding this position lent the most advantageous angle for penetration, and finally Dom got her to stop hiding his view of her breasts underneath him. His knees would be bruised in the morning but he didn't care, she was too slick, her core too hot for him to care about anything but making her moan louder.
She had wrapped her legs around him instinctively, but instead he tucked a pillow under her, lifted her thighs and hooked them around his elbows while one hand supported her bottom and the other played with her. He could feel bursts of moisture, gushes of it dripping down from his groin to his thighs, her involuntary spasms making him lose his own sense of rhythm.
He looked down at Ariadne's face, her eyes lidded yet capturing his own. She mewled as he continued to stroke her swollen center, easing off his thrusts to regain a sense of control. She responds by hooking one leg on his shoulder, bucking and urging him to speed up again.
"Hey," she begins with a whisper, but the howl of ecstasy comes suddenly cutting off whatever she was planning to say. He could feel her shattering under him, her legs and her pelvis trembling, her eyes closed and hands holding on for purchase at the edges of the bed as he tumbles and loses himself in her. Lifting himself up, he searches her face and sees a tear leak out of her eye when she opens them again, her expression full of adoration and joy that it fills up his own battered heart. She gave him a look of peace and… hunger.
And it looks like they're not yet done, when she took the hand he placed on her side and positions his thumb on her still damp core. It's a good thing he hasn't slipped out of her yet, as he feels himself hardening once again. He needs to do something about his knees though.