Having My Way With You
Title: Having My Way With You
Author: Miss Widget
Fandom: Original story
Rating: NC17
Disclaimers: None needed as this is all from my fevered imagination *wicked grin*
Archiving: Anyone is welcome to archive, just let me know so I know where to gloat point people to. *grins*
Authors Note: Okay, this is my first attempt at out and out smut so ... please be kind, okay? Also, I'd like to thank my girl yellowsmurf6 for the idea and both her and Joan for the beta. Any existing mistakes are all mine.
I end the call with a smile, shaking my head in amusement as I remember the flirting banter throughout the conversation. As much as I was missing you, these calls always lift my spirits.
Heaving a sigh, I drop my phone on my bedside table and snuggle your pillow close. These business trips were always hard. The days are fine; it is just the quiet evenings that are difficult. And the nights… My arms tightening around the pillow, I bury my face and breathe deeply, surrounding me with your scent. These last three nights have been so lonely. But you’ll be home soon. Tomorrow! On that happy thought, my mind wanders back over our conversation, you telling me about your trip, the nuisances, and the funny things you’d seen or heard. And your loving words. I feel a smile tugging at my lips as I remember the sweet words of love you shared with me. You are by far the best thing that has ever come into my life. My smile turns decidedly wicked as I remember the last thing you said to me after I’d mentioned being snuggled up in bed. Heh, naked snuggling…
Well, sleep would be the last thing on my mind if a naked you came snuggling in my bed. I'd have my head nestling on your chest, just under your chin and my body pressed all along your side. Your arms would be holding me close, warm skin on skin. My leg would be thrown over yours, my thigh fitting snugly between your thighs. The evidence of my desire for you would be obvious as my heat pressed into your hip. My arm would be resting on you, my hand gently cupping your breast, thumb lazily teasing your nipple to attention.
I can feel you breathing a little bit deeper at my ministrations and, with a smile, I brush my lips over the pulse I can see pounding in your neck. With delicate nibbles and licks, I tease your pulse point and the hollow of your throat as I gently roll my hips, barely pushing my thigh up into your heat. I rise up on my elbow, giving myself access to more of your gorgeous body. I press hot kisses up your neck until my mouth is hovering over your ear, breath tickling over your skin, as I shift a bit further over you and settle more firmly on top of you. I keep all of my movements slow and gentle as I continue to rock into you. I can't hold back a moan as I feel liquid heat slicking over my thigh. I kneed your breast as I whisper throatily in your ear, 'I want to take you, sweet girl. Will you let me?' I feel you arching into my touch and as my words whisper into your ear, I can actually feel your heart thud hard once against my palm. I pull back slightly, blue eyes desire-bright meeting your darkened gaze, all my emotions clear for you to see as I wait for your response.
I see your answer in your eyes before you nod your head, your gaze locked with mine. I smile softly down at you before lowering my head and capturing your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss I can possibly give you. The taste of you teases me and I lave your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. You gasp softly as your lips part and I plunge inside, tasting, taking your mouth as I plan to take you. My desire for you coils low in my belly and I cannot control the roll of my hips, pressing tightly into you as I ravage your mouth, a low moan rumbling deep in my chest. Your permission has granted my hunger for you free rein.
I break our kiss, chest heaving as I stare down at you, mesmerised by the desire I see written on your features. Dropping a quick, hot kiss to your lips, I move along your jaw, nibbling and licking my way to the sweet spot just under your ear. My hips have settled into a slow, smooth grind and my hand wanders over your body, tracing dips and swells. I lave and nibble the lobe of your ear before sucking it into my hot mouth and suckling briefly before letting go again. I press a hot open-mouthed kiss just under your ear before grazing the same spot lightly with my teeth. I spend a little time repeating these actions as my hips keep up their slow tempo. By this stage you are arching and writhing under me, your hands alternating between clutching at my shoulders and at my hips. I lick and nip my way down your throat until my lips are hovering over your pulse again. I lick over the pulse I can clearly see beating, feeling your heart pounding against my tongue. I feel the convulsive swallow you make as my hand makes its way over your hip and along the back of your thigh before I nudge your leg up, urging you to open up to me, to wrap your leg over mine. As you comply, I latch onto your pulse and suckle hard, thrilling at the rapid beat, the bucking of your hips. I moan as I hear you groan, feel it vibrating through your chest and my hips surge, pushing my thigh tighter into your liquid heat. I graze my teeth over your pulse before soothing it with my tongue. I lift my head, blazing blue eyes taking in the mark on your neck with a possessive smile before meeting your eyes again.
I can see desire swirling in your eyes, matching the heat in mine, and I know you are right there with me, beat for beat. I plunder your mouth again, swallowing your gasp as our tongues dance in a hot, wild kiss. I brace my hands on either side of your shoulders and lever myself up as I grind into you. Looking down at you lain out below me, I cannot hold back a moan. I trace your features, following the path my mouth had taken, and then down over your breasts, pausing at their beauty. I watch in fascination as your nipples seem to tighten even more at just the touch of my gaze.
I can't resist the temptation and I dip my head, my mouth hovering over your breast for a moment. I can't help but smirk as you arch your back, offering yourself up to me as your fingers dig into my arms, urging me on. With a delicate flick of my tongue I barely graze your nipple and I smirk again as your body jerks, pressing your hips up into mine. I drop my hot mouth to your breast and lave your nipple, at the same time I shifting my thigh, continuing to slowly rock into you.
I moan as you arch further into me. I suckle and lap at first one breast, then the other at the same slow tempo my hips have been maintaining. I smile as your hand grasps tightly at the back of my neck, the other at my hip as you try and urge me closer, faster, harder. I thrill in the sounds spilling from your throat as I lavish attention on you. I continue to torment you, alternating between kissing, suckling, nipping and licking. By this time you are desperately twisting and writhing, wanting, -- needing -- more. With one final kiss to either breast, I lift my head and meet your hot gaze. I can read the need so clearly in your eyes and I settle down on you again, gasping as my nipples brush yours, and I sink into a hot kiss. At your urging, I pick up the pace and I press a little more forcefully into you. You tear your mouth away and throw your head back as you moan, panting for breath afterwards. I nibble back down your throat to my mark over your pulse as my hand caresses down over your shoulder, cupping your breast briefly before easing down over your toned stomach.
I can feel your muscles tighten and tremble under my hand as it rests idly just below your bellybutton. I kiss you with all the pent up passion inside me, leaving no doubt as to what I feel. My desire is flowing through my veins, pooling low in my belly, glistening in my curls, slicked over your thigh. I can feel you striving for release, your hands frantic, your one leg pulling me closer, your other thigh pushing into my heat, mirroring mine grinding into yours. I break the kiss and drop my head next to yours and I nuzzle my lips to your ear. 'I want to be inside you. I want to feel you when you come for me. Do you want that too?' As I whisper to you, I still the motion of my hips and gently ease my hand down between us until my fingers brush against your clit, and swirl through your satiny, liquid heat. I moan softly as I wait.
You quiver at the feel of my fingers, so intimately close. I still all movement as I lift my head to meet your eyes once more. I cup your face with my other hand, thumb brushing over your cheek, trying to convey all my love, my desire for you in that one look, one touch. 'May I, sweet girl?' I whisper again, and smile brightly at your smile and whispered consent. I dip my head and take your lips in a sweet kiss, slowly ramping up the heat whilst gently exploring your velvety folds. Your breath comes as a ragged sigh as I lift my head, not wanting to miss a single expression on your face as I continue to love you. Soon your hips are rolling into my touch again and I set a counterpoint with mine as my fingers focus on your clit.
Your hand on my hip is now gripping my ass, urging me closer, the other fisted in my hair. This calls out my possessive side and I almost growl as I nip and lave your bottom lip. I cup my hand over your hot core, coating my palm and fingers with your essence. I squeeze gently and smile at your gasp and the jerk of your hips. I moan as your nails suddenly rake down my back and I arch into you. Both of your hands are gripping my ass, urging me closer, asking for more. The last of my control snaps as you plead, whisper my name. I plunge my tongue into your mouth as I push two fingers deep into your slick, hot core. I swallow your moan as I ease almost all of the way out before slowly pushing deep again. I rest my forehead against yours, chest heaving, as I feel your velvety walls clench hard around my fingers. A whispered plea and I pick up the pace but maintain the long, measured strokes, reaching deep inside.
I make sure that my palm meets your clit on each stroke. Your pleasure is my only concern. You throw your head back with a moan, drawing my eyes to the mark I had made. I caress my lips over it and delight in the pounding rush of your heart beat. You pull me ever tighter to you and I can see you nearing the edge, feel your walls tightening convulsively around my fingers. You plead for more, and I oblige. On my next stroke, I add a third finger and, with my hip against the back of my hand, I give you the more you asked for.
You are so hot, so tight as you clamp around my fingers, as you ride my hand over the edge you were pursuing. I watch in awe as you come with a cry, your walls milling my fingers as I gently draw your climax out as long as I can. As you relax with a sigh, I carefully pull out and, meeting your gaze, lick my fingers clean. I hum in pleasure as the taste of you flows over my tongue. I smile at your breathy moan and wrap my arms around you. I gently roll over until you are resting on me, your head lying on my chest.
I hold you close to my heart and one of my hands slides through your hair and plays with it. I swallow a sudden lump of emotion and whisper, 'My heart, my body, my soul is yours. Now and forever, my sweet, sweet girl.' My arms tighten around you and I nuzzle my face into your hair. You press the sweetest kiss right above my heart and whisper, 'I love you, Alison.' My heart takes flight and I snuggle you close with a soft smile on my face as sleep settles softly over us.