Find Me Guilty ~ Part 2 (fic)
Author: razycrandomgirl
Title: Find Me Guilty Part 2
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17 for Smut and slight BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Maya
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU no spoil
Summery:Gabriel and Maya have the make up sex and go at it like bunnies. Seriously almost 4000 words worth of smut. :-x *is proud*
Author’s Notes: Sex-capades anyone? For albion1919 (cause I owe you big time) warning unbeta'd con-crit. :x (SMUT for SMUT's sake. PWP for really, real.)
Part 1 Here
In his sleep he dreams of them driving in cars, getting lost. They argue, both of them refusing to stop for directions. Suddenly he’s trapped under the car, feeling the weight of it crushing down on him. Then she’s there next to him; he can feel her hand on his chest, warmth spreading all over his torso. There’s blood. He can’t move.
“You piss me off so much sometimes, you know that?” her voice rings out against his ears and he tries to move toward the sound, he’s still pinned. The car fades away and he wakes from the dream. He tries to move again but he’s still stuck. He blinks the sleep from his eyes. Squirming, he clears his throat.
“Maya …?” It comes out dry and weak.
“I’m here Gabriel.” He feels her hand smooth against his cheek. “
Am I dreaming?” he hears her laughing and something deep within him stirs. She moves and he feels her body press hotly against his, her legs slid against his side and he realizes she’s straddling him.
“Maya?” He clears his throat. “I can’t move.” She laughs again.
“Well, I wouldn’t expect you would.” She leans close and he can feel her breath warm against his face, her hand caressing his wrist. There’s something there and he tugs his arms.
“What are you doing?” She so close, his lips brush her mouth when he speaks. She doesn’t move.
“I’m showing you my good faith, lover. I wouldn’t leave you like you left me tonight. Though, wouldn’t it be funny if I you left right now?” she leans back tilting her head to one side, face screwed up in mock contemplation. He can just make out her form, as light from the street filters in through the window. He cranes his neck to see what’s holding him, tugging again, testing the restraints. She presses her fingers into his chin, pushing him back down into the mattress.
“Don’t do that, you’ll only make it tighter.” She’s right. The fabric bites into the skin and he stills himself as she leans over, slipping her finger under the cloth, jerking to give it a little slack. “Is that better?
“Maya, what is this? Let me go.”
“Never,” She whispers. “That’s not what you’d want anyway, right cariño? You were trying to show me how it felt to be abandoned earlier. I don’t need a lesson in abandonment Gabe, you know that. I want to show you now how it would be if you had your way and I never left you. The things I would do to you …”
She presses down on him and he realizes, for the first time, that she is bare bottomed, warm flesh against him. He is awake, his erection pulling at his pajama bottoms. The darkness in her eyes seems to grow, and a cat like smile stretched across her face.
“You think you’re going to enjoy this?” she tilts up putting her weight on her knees, the springs giving a little under them as she bends over him again. She’s still wearing his shirt; he catches the reflection of light bouncing off the skin of her shoulder. “You might, but tonight is not about your pleasure, not after that shit you pulled.”
“I didn’t. I wanted to show you how it felt-.
“And now you will show Me.” she licks her tongue smoothly over his lips. He shudders beneath her as she bows her head deepening the kiss. She runs her hands over his arms, resting them on his chest as her mouth moves over his skin and begins sucking on his neck. She moves down, down over his chest, grazing her teeth over the warm, sensitive skin of his nipples. He sucks in a breath of surprise, feeling her teeth drag over his flesh. He feels a warmth gathering in his belly when her hair bellows forward. It pulls over his chest as she plucks away the buttons of his night shirt.
The metal of her cross digs into him and her hair tickles his skin. His hands itch to touch it. He pulls again at his restraints.
“Uh Maya!” his voice comes out hoarse and he arches his body toward her mouth. She pulls back, sitting up and pressing her bottom to his hips, pushing him back down.
“Stop talking. I don’t want to have to use tape on your mouth. It’d be such a waste.” She runs her fingers over his lips. He groans deep in his chest, his hips bucking as his cock settles against her ass. The motion rocks her forward but she catches herself with her hands on his chest.
“You always want to control things. Don’t you know how exhausting that can be? You need to learn to trust and stop fighting me.” She breathes out, rubbing her body against his, kissing around his lips. “You, talking to that girl tonight, you wanted to hurt me didn’t you?” he watches her mouth twist as he turns his away from her.
“I thought so.” She sits back again. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, man.” The way she says it makes him think that she might be referring to more than the present situation and he takes a breath, about so speak when he feels her fingers on his mouth again.
“I mean it, Gabriel. I don’t want you to talk. I don’t wanna hear your voice. Not yet anyway.” She begins to unbutton the shirt she’s wearing, slowly and he can’t look away. It lays opened against her, but clings to her warm curves revealing all and nothing at the same time. He lurches against the bonds, trying to get his hands on her, wincing as they pinch into his wrists.
“You must like the way that feels” he picks up the double implication in her words. He wanted to touch her, but she fixed it so that he got a little pain for his troubles.
She smiles down at him, dragging her finger tips over the valley of her breast. She brushes her fingers above his lips, smoothing them over his mouth. In a surprising move he opens his mouth, taking her in suckling her fingers. Her breath quickens at the feel of his mouth, hot around her fingers. She pulls them away from him with an auditable pop. She presses her fingers to her soft mound, finding her clit, using his saliva; it slips against the soft flesh.
She let out a sigh, rocking against his abdomen. He pushed his hips up trying to get some kind of friction, but his cock only brushes against her back, through his pajamas. He groans when she arched back to give a better view of what she was going.
“You like that, Gabriel?” Her breath was labored and she rocked up onto her knees, bending backwards, reaching behind her as she runs her hands over his hipbones. She hooks her fingers, dragging them over the skin before they catch the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He lifts his hips up, breathing deeply as the aroma of her sex wafts up toward his nostrils. He takes a deep gulp as his mouth fills with saliva.
She gets his bottoms off, sitting up again before peeling the shirt off her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor. She shakes her hair out, enjoying the look on his face as the tendrils caress her skin. She shivers.
He lets out a sigh that turns into a deep vibrating moan and begins slowly buck under her.
“Patience, my sweet” she runs her fingers down his chest, adding pressure as her they slide down his waist. “We want to make this last for as long as we can.” she grits her teeth, beginning to rock slowly above him, dragging her body up and grinding down on his belly, but still there’s not enough contact.
“I want to show you about control, Gabriel. I want to show you that you cannot control everything. You can’t control me … but you can trust me.”
She shimmies down his body straddling his thighs. His sex bobs with need, blood rushing within it. It looks rosy, sensitive and she takes a moment to admire him.
“You are magnificent, Gabriel. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know all those nagging little thoughts you have about me leaving you, are as crazy as the day is long.” she scrapes the pad of her middle finger over the underside of his shaft. He bucks again and she closes her eye as his body shakes with another deep moan.
“Oh god Maya, please!”
“No, not until you see Gabriel.” her voice breaks a little as her hand folds around him and he lets out a hiss as his hips straining off the mattress. With her free hand she pushes onto him, leaning her weight down though her arm, forcing him down.
“I’m going to do something to you now, but you have to listen to Me.” her grip tightens around his cock, thumb circling the tip of the head, her fingers slick against his fluids. The sensation drives him up the wall, his ears fill with a rushing sound, he barely has time to comprehend, but nods his head automatically. She speaks again, emotion stuck heavy in her throat, thickening her accent.
“You’ve got to trust me when I tell you, you’re the only one. Te quiero, cariño.”
She moves her body over his and with her hand guides the tip of his cock to junction of her thighs. Lightly she traces his weeping member over the outline of her soft lips. He tries to buck into her, but she diverts the movement and he thrusts like a whisper against her clit. She gasps.
“Are you listening to me? I need you to let me do this. I need you to stop fighting Me.” she rests her bottom flush against his shaking legs, rolling forward, and his penis twitches warmly against her belly. She pushes her hand to his biceps, feeling them strain under her fingers.
“I’m not fighting you Maya, please just let me --” the bed creaks with his effort.
“You’re not listening. Let go Gabriel!” he jerks beneath her again and again, trying to get at her any way he can, even as cloth digs painfully into his wrist.
“You have to trust me. Let it go.” her voice is thick. He hears it waver though the haze in his head.
“You can do it, baby, you can trust me. I wouldn’t hurt you. I would never.” he feels her hair and the heaviness of her cross graze over his torso. The lightness of it burns his flesh. He stops struggling.
“That’s good baby, that’s really good.” she strokes his skin, moving her hand in between them again. “Now we‘re gonna try this again, and this time you‘re gonna listen, right?”
He takes a shuddery breath and it’s all he can do not to push into her when she touches him once more. She wraps her hand around him, leaning her head right over his heart. He can feel her heat.
“Don’t move” he more feels her say it then hears it, her breath pools against the moisture of their bodies, cooling it some, but they find no real relief. She sits up, spreading over him, keeping her eyes on his as she slips just the head inside.
He bites the inside of his lip, trying to muffle a cry, shaking with the effort to keep still; for her. She pulls out, lowers herself down a little further, but its still not enough. She makes a strange whining sound, before pulling out and lowing deeper upon him. He twitches and they hold the position in an amazing act of self control. She closes her eyes. Her legs start to shake and he can feel her flutter warmly around him. His brain short circuits and he moves a little inside her, heart pounding so loud his body feels like a pulse beacon.
He moves slowly as she clenches her pc muscles. She’s warm, soft, pure bliss. He winds his hands in the cloth, pulling, he feels it give a little. She touches her clit and he sounds like a while thing as inner grip beats at him like a humming bird. She pulls off of him opening her eyes again, licking her lips and rubs her clit against the head of his cock; free hand moving to palm her breast.
She’s teasing him. He can’t decide if he loves or hates it, but the back and for makes him dizzy and his body flushes as all over, he feels her absences.
“You like to be teased, don’t you? You like the attention I’m given you right now, even if you don’t necessarily like what I’m doing to you.” she pulls away from him, dragging her leg across his burning flesh. He hisses, jaw clenching, eyes never leaving her. She lies next to him arching her back, caressing her own skin. He pulls again, against the scarves, sensing a flaw in the knot, determined to exploit it.
“You are too hot. You need to cool down.” she makes a show of touching herself and he growls like a animal jerking against fabric feeling it give a little. Her fingers slide between her legs and she touches her self, so soft. Letting out honey thick sighs and he tries to turn his body to get closer to her. The tip of his penis curves against her hip and she licks out her tongue, opening her mouth. Her back arches, her skin prickles as a breeze steals in through the window ravaging her body.
She moans again, fingers rubbing fiercely at the softest part of her, nipples harden against the cool relief of the outside draft and vibrations Gabriel creates beside her. He shakes with wire taut strain. His body hums with it.
She rubs her leg against his, turning on her side so that he rubs against her ass.
“I’m not gonna come by myself Gabriel. You have to help me. But I’m not going to climb on top of you again. I want you to come to me.”
“Untie me Maya.”
“You better hurry up, because I’m not stopping for you.” she pushes her face into the mattress, rubbing a little more fiercely between her legs. He flips back on his back trying for all he’s worth to gather up enough concentration to break the hold. Her moaning doesn’t help. He twists his wrist, rotating one hand until the fabric gives just enough for him to slip through; Freedom.
He turns to loosen the other hand and hears her breath hitch. She’s close. He swivels toward her disregarding the rest of his clothing and pulls her fingers away from her core.
She frowns comically and he’d find it more amusing if he weren’t in so much pain. His penis is so engorged even the air around it is too much. He pulls her to the center of the bed, dragging her by the arm, and presses his groin tightly to her hip.
He forces her legs apart, spreading them wide. He rolls heavy on top of her, kissing her while dragging his groin up and down her dripping sex, pushing his hips between hers. His sex pokes hungrily at her entrance, but he stops, looking at her.
Her hand comes to his face, smoothing the sweat away from his eyes. He takes his weight on his elbow moving her hand to his lips. He licks his tongue out tasting her. Holding one hand to his mouth he sucks her fingers while the other moves over her rib. He touches her with just his palm. She pushes up into his caress, wrapping her leg around him trying to lift him up with her, but he shifts pressing her down.
He takes her hand away from his mouth; moving it between them. “Touch your self again, slower this time.” his voice is soft, he takes deep breaths through his nostrils, sucking on the air like a fish. He laces his fingers in her hair, peeling back from her, just enough so her hand brushes against him.
“I want you now.” she tries to grab him, but he moves her hand away, holding it under his.
“Now who’s not listening?” He stretches her arms above her head, tickling her skin as he skims along with his finger tips. “My wrists are going to hurt for a while.”
Her eyes flicker, but she doesn‘t look away. No apologies’. “I had to show you.” she turns her head kissing the angry mark, before he bends to kiss her mouth. He fists his hand in her hair and she tastes herself on his lips.
“And now it’s my turn.” his eyes consume her, hand on her hip he angles his body to tease her with just the tip, drawing his length against her, causing a sensation that’s both awful and awesome.
She tilts her hips up trying to gain entry and can’t deny her any longer. He suspects he could keep her on the edge all night, but his needed to warm his self inside her, to be complete, was too great. He was surprised he’d lasted this long.
He sits back on his feet, moving in close to her. He takes himself in hand allowing for a few quick strokes before pressing the head to her. He pushes in, drawing out the sensation as much as possible. Oh God. She fluttered like a trapped butterfly. They were swollen and tight-skinned, feeling everything.
“No hay igual.” he whispers as she feels his every ridge, vein the sweet thickness of him stretching her. She tries to relax around him, but it’s like this every time. She never gets use to him and she arches up so he can curve into her nudging at her sweet spot. He moves slowly until she’s ready.
She relaxes some, but he gives her no time to adapt, picking up her leg, he throws it over his shoulder quickening the pace while she squeezes him on the out thrust. He moves in, to move out and suddenly she all tight and tense beneath him.
“Mas alla, alli! Ay Dios, dios!” her voice rasps with strain strung tight with tension. She begins to whimper and he stops trying to control himself. Her hand pushes against his waist as he smacks into her. The pressure inside her builds and she doesn’t want to come yet but he’s not stopping. The heel of her hand pokes his waist as she tries to retard his movements, but he just moves it over, scrapping mercilessly inside her and she squeezes shuddering violently.
His motion slows and she’s like a rag doll under him. He moves her leg off his shoulder, caressing her thigh, running his hand over her side.
“Su vez mas, cariña.” She turns beneath him, resting on her belly. She takes a couple of deep breaths, before stuffing her legs under her. She feels him in back of her, his hand pulling at the bend in her hip. She sits up, her back kissing his chest and he moves her over his cock again lowering her on it; taking her from behind. His hand snakes around caressing her finding her wet. Their bodies osculates, her hips swivel to meet his fingers then she pushes back as he rises up, swooping to meet her.
His hand is in her hair again, he pulls so he can kiss the side of her mouth, her jaw, her neck and shoulder. She turns her head nuzzling him, kissing along his face until their mouths meet. Their rhythm picks up; the sound of flesh smacking fills the air, accompanying grunts and sighs.
Maya rides him until she feels his hand slip from her hair and press between her shoulder blades. He pushes firmly, hooking the other hand at her hip, drawing his fingers down her sweat covered skin.
She lifts her ass in the air, bending low on her arms and he widens the space between her legs, pressing on her waist thrusting deep and smoothly. Maya make a sound deep in her throat and comes again.
“Misericodia!”
“Almost there, querida, just a little bit more. Just a little...”
She makes a noise like a cat in heat squeezing him as he jackhammers. She presses her face down reaching under them. Seeing them together is too much and she closes her eyes grasping to cup his sack.
He leans over her pressing his fingers to her again and she spasms clamping down hard and his body finally goes ridged. She shakes as the spot inside of her beats out wave after wave of core shattering tremors and Gabriel finally comes. Working out the last of him self inside her; collapsing at her side. He pulls out warm and still stiff, cooling against the cheek of her ass. They’re both panting and mostly boneless as he rubs his hand down her belly. He stops at the moist curls nestles between her legs.
“You bastard” her voice is rough as she laughs and her body shakes with it. His fingers coil idly rubbing her over sensitive sex and she pushes his hand away with a hiss. “No more. I can’t believe you did that again.” she rolls over onto her belly facing him.
“We don’t have to stop.”
“Oh god, now he’s a porn star!” he stretches out besides her resting his head on his hand looking down at her.
“Really? You think I could be one?”
“Oh my god, go to sleep!” she makes a face at him before turning her head away.
“In a minute.” She feels his hand move the hair from her shoulder and make a path down the length of her body. She groans in annoyance and arousal, bouncing her feet on the bed. He leans over, kissing her shoulder. “You sure you haven’t got one more in you?”
“GO TO SLEEP!”
“Okay” he says pulling down a towel she’d left on the headboard and stuffing it under him. “But you owe me a blow job later.”
She scoffs, her face lined with tired amusement before she drifts off to sleep. “And that’s why you get the wet spot.”
Translations:
“No hay igual” ~ There is no equal
“Mas alla, alli! Ay Dios, dios!” ~ Further, there oh god, god!
“Misericordia ~ Mercy
“Su vez mas, cariña.” Turn over sweetheart
Title: Find Me Guilty Part 2
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC-17 for Smut and slight BDSM
Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Maya
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. Just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: AU no spoil
Summery:Gabriel and Maya have the make up sex and go at it like bunnies. Seriously almost 4000 words worth of smut. :-x *is proud*
Author’s Notes: Sex-capades anyone? For albion1919 (cause I owe you big time) warning unbeta'd con-crit. :x (SMUT for SMUT's sake. PWP for really, real.)
Part 1 Here
In his sleep he dreams of them driving in cars, getting lost. They argue, both of them refusing to stop for directions. Suddenly he’s trapped under the car, feeling the weight of it crushing down on him. Then she’s there next to him; he can feel her hand on his chest, warmth spreading all over his torso. There’s blood. He can’t move.
“You piss me off so much sometimes, you know that?” her voice rings out against his ears and he tries to move toward the sound, he’s still pinned. The car fades away and he wakes from the dream. He tries to move again but he’s still stuck. He blinks the sleep from his eyes. Squirming, he clears his throat.
“Maya …?” It comes out dry and weak.
“I’m here Gabriel.” He feels her hand smooth against his cheek. “
Am I dreaming?” he hears her laughing and something deep within him stirs. She moves and he feels her body press hotly against his, her legs slid against his side and he realizes she’s straddling him.
“Maya?” He clears his throat. “I can’t move.” She laughs again.
“Well, I wouldn’t expect you would.” She leans close and he can feel her breath warm against his face, her hand caressing his wrist. There’s something there and he tugs his arms.
“What are you doing?” She so close, his lips brush her mouth when he speaks. She doesn’t move.
“I’m showing you my good faith, lover. I wouldn’t leave you like you left me tonight. Though, wouldn’t it be funny if I you left right now?” she leans back tilting her head to one side, face screwed up in mock contemplation. He can just make out her form, as light from the street filters in through the window. He cranes his neck to see what’s holding him, tugging again, testing the restraints. She presses her fingers into his chin, pushing him back down into the mattress.
“Don’t do that, you’ll only make it tighter.” She’s right. The fabric bites into the skin and he stills himself as she leans over, slipping her finger under the cloth, jerking to give it a little slack. “Is that better?
“Maya, what is this? Let me go.”
“Never,” She whispers. “That’s not what you’d want anyway, right cariño? You were trying to show me how it felt to be abandoned earlier. I don’t need a lesson in abandonment Gabe, you know that. I want to show you now how it would be if you had your way and I never left you. The things I would do to you …”
She presses down on him and he realizes, for the first time, that she is bare bottomed, warm flesh against him. He is awake, his erection pulling at his pajama bottoms. The darkness in her eyes seems to grow, and a cat like smile stretched across her face.
“You think you’re going to enjoy this?” she tilts up putting her weight on her knees, the springs giving a little under them as she bends over him again. She’s still wearing his shirt; he catches the reflection of light bouncing off the skin of her shoulder. “You might, but tonight is not about your pleasure, not after that shit you pulled.”
“I didn’t. I wanted to show you how it felt-.
“And now you will show Me.” she licks her tongue smoothly over his lips. He shudders beneath her as she bows her head deepening the kiss. She runs her hands over his arms, resting them on his chest as her mouth moves over his skin and begins sucking on his neck. She moves down, down over his chest, grazing her teeth over the warm, sensitive skin of his nipples. He sucks in a breath of surprise, feeling her teeth drag over his flesh. He feels a warmth gathering in his belly when her hair bellows forward. It pulls over his chest as she plucks away the buttons of his night shirt.
The metal of her cross digs into him and her hair tickles his skin. His hands itch to touch it. He pulls again at his restraints.
“Uh Maya!” his voice comes out hoarse and he arches his body toward her mouth. She pulls back, sitting up and pressing her bottom to his hips, pushing him back down.
“Stop talking. I don’t want to have to use tape on your mouth. It’d be such a waste.” She runs her fingers over his lips. He groans deep in his chest, his hips bucking as his cock settles against her ass. The motion rocks her forward but she catches herself with her hands on his chest.
“You always want to control things. Don’t you know how exhausting that can be? You need to learn to trust and stop fighting me.” She breathes out, rubbing her body against his, kissing around his lips. “You, talking to that girl tonight, you wanted to hurt me didn’t you?” he watches her mouth twist as he turns his away from her.
“I thought so.” She sits back again. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with you, man.” The way she says it makes him think that she might be referring to more than the present situation and he takes a breath, about so speak when he feels her fingers on his mouth again.
“I mean it, Gabriel. I don’t want you to talk. I don’t wanna hear your voice. Not yet anyway.” She begins to unbutton the shirt she’s wearing, slowly and he can’t look away. It lays opened against her, but clings to her warm curves revealing all and nothing at the same time. He lurches against the bonds, trying to get his hands on her, wincing as they pinch into his wrists.
“You must like the way that feels” he picks up the double implication in her words. He wanted to touch her, but she fixed it so that he got a little pain for his troubles.
She smiles down at him, dragging her finger tips over the valley of her breast. She brushes her fingers above his lips, smoothing them over his mouth. In a surprising move he opens his mouth, taking her in suckling her fingers. Her breath quickens at the feel of his mouth, hot around her fingers. She pulls them away from him with an auditable pop. She presses her fingers to her soft mound, finding her clit, using his saliva; it slips against the soft flesh.
She let out a sigh, rocking against his abdomen. He pushed his hips up trying to get some kind of friction, but his cock only brushes against her back, through his pajamas. He groans when she arched back to give a better view of what she was going.
“You like that, Gabriel?” Her breath was labored and she rocked up onto her knees, bending backwards, reaching behind her as she runs her hands over his hipbones. She hooks her fingers, dragging them over the skin before they catch the waistband of his pajama bottoms. He lifts his hips up, breathing deeply as the aroma of her sex wafts up toward his nostrils. He takes a deep gulp as his mouth fills with saliva.
She gets his bottoms off, sitting up again before peeling the shirt off her shoulders. She lets it fall to the floor. She shakes her hair out, enjoying the look on his face as the tendrils caress her skin. She shivers.
He lets out a sigh that turns into a deep vibrating moan and begins slowly buck under her.
“Patience, my sweet” she runs her fingers down his chest, adding pressure as her they slide down his waist. “We want to make this last for as long as we can.” she grits her teeth, beginning to rock slowly above him, dragging her body up and grinding down on his belly, but still there’s not enough contact.
“I want to show you about control, Gabriel. I want to show you that you cannot control everything. You can’t control me … but you can trust me.”
She shimmies down his body straddling his thighs. His sex bobs with need, blood rushing within it. It looks rosy, sensitive and she takes a moment to admire him.
“You are magnificent, Gabriel. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Then you would know all those nagging little thoughts you have about me leaving you, are as crazy as the day is long.” she scrapes the pad of her middle finger over the underside of his shaft. He bucks again and she closes her eye as his body shakes with another deep moan.
“Oh god Maya, please!”
“No, not until you see Gabriel.” her voice breaks a little as her hand folds around him and he lets out a hiss as his hips straining off the mattress. With her free hand she pushes onto him, leaning her weight down though her arm, forcing him down.
“I’m going to do something to you now, but you have to listen to Me.” her grip tightens around his cock, thumb circling the tip of the head, her fingers slick against his fluids. The sensation drives him up the wall, his ears fill with a rushing sound, he barely has time to comprehend, but nods his head automatically. She speaks again, emotion stuck heavy in her throat, thickening her accent.
“You’ve got to trust me when I tell you, you’re the only one. Te quiero, cariño.”
She moves her body over his and with her hand guides the tip of his cock to junction of her thighs. Lightly she traces his weeping member over the outline of her soft lips. He tries to buck into her, but she diverts the movement and he thrusts like a whisper against her clit. She gasps.
“Are you listening to me? I need you to let me do this. I need you to stop fighting Me.” she rests her bottom flush against his shaking legs, rolling forward, and his penis twitches warmly against her belly. She pushes her hand to his biceps, feeling them strain under her fingers.
“I’m not fighting you Maya, please just let me --” the bed creaks with his effort.
“You’re not listening. Let go Gabriel!” he jerks beneath her again and again, trying to get at her any way he can, even as cloth digs painfully into his wrist.
“You have to trust me. Let it go.” her voice is thick. He hears it waver though the haze in his head.
“You can do it, baby, you can trust me. I wouldn’t hurt you. I would never.” he feels her hair and the heaviness of her cross graze over his torso. The lightness of it burns his flesh. He stops struggling.
“That’s good baby, that’s really good.” she strokes his skin, moving her hand in between them again. “Now we‘re gonna try this again, and this time you‘re gonna listen, right?”
He takes a shuddery breath and it’s all he can do not to push into her when she touches him once more. She wraps her hand around him, leaning her head right over his heart. He can feel her heat.
“Don’t move” he more feels her say it then hears it, her breath pools against the moisture of their bodies, cooling it some, but they find no real relief. She sits up, spreading over him, keeping her eyes on his as she slips just the head inside.
He bites the inside of his lip, trying to muffle a cry, shaking with the effort to keep still; for her. She pulls out, lowers herself down a little further, but its still not enough. She makes a strange whining sound, before pulling out and lowing deeper upon him. He twitches and they hold the position in an amazing act of self control. She closes her eyes. Her legs start to shake and he can feel her flutter warmly around him. His brain short circuits and he moves a little inside her, heart pounding so loud his body feels like a pulse beacon.
He moves slowly as she clenches her pc muscles. She’s warm, soft, pure bliss. He winds his hands in the cloth, pulling, he feels it give a little. She touches her clit and he sounds like a while thing as inner grip beats at him like a humming bird. She pulls off of him opening her eyes again, licking her lips and rubs her clit against the head of his cock; free hand moving to palm her breast.
She’s teasing him. He can’t decide if he loves or hates it, but the back and for makes him dizzy and his body flushes as all over, he feels her absences.
“You like to be teased, don’t you? You like the attention I’m given you right now, even if you don’t necessarily like what I’m doing to you.” she pulls away from him, dragging her leg across his burning flesh. He hisses, jaw clenching, eyes never leaving her. She lies next to him arching her back, caressing her own skin. He pulls again, against the scarves, sensing a flaw in the knot, determined to exploit it.
“You are too hot. You need to cool down.” she makes a show of touching herself and he growls like a animal jerking against fabric feeling it give a little. Her fingers slide between her legs and she touches her self, so soft. Letting out honey thick sighs and he tries to turn his body to get closer to her. The tip of his penis curves against her hip and she licks out her tongue, opening her mouth. Her back arches, her skin prickles as a breeze steals in through the window ravaging her body.
She moans again, fingers rubbing fiercely at the softest part of her, nipples harden against the cool relief of the outside draft and vibrations Gabriel creates beside her. He shakes with wire taut strain. His body hums with it.
She rubs her leg against his, turning on her side so that he rubs against her ass.
“I’m not gonna come by myself Gabriel. You have to help me. But I’m not going to climb on top of you again. I want you to come to me.”
“Untie me Maya.”
“You better hurry up, because I’m not stopping for you.” she pushes her face into the mattress, rubbing a little more fiercely between her legs. He flips back on his back trying for all he’s worth to gather up enough concentration to break the hold. Her moaning doesn’t help. He twists his wrist, rotating one hand until the fabric gives just enough for him to slip through; Freedom.
He turns to loosen the other hand and hears her breath hitch. She’s close. He swivels toward her disregarding the rest of his clothing and pulls her fingers away from her core.
She frowns comically and he’d find it more amusing if he weren’t in so much pain. His penis is so engorged even the air around it is too much. He pulls her to the center of the bed, dragging her by the arm, and presses his groin tightly to her hip.
He forces her legs apart, spreading them wide. He rolls heavy on top of her, kissing her while dragging his groin up and down her dripping sex, pushing his hips between hers. His sex pokes hungrily at her entrance, but he stops, looking at her.
Her hand comes to his face, smoothing the sweat away from his eyes. He takes his weight on his elbow moving her hand to his lips. He licks his tongue out tasting her. Holding one hand to his mouth he sucks her fingers while the other moves over her rib. He touches her with just his palm. She pushes up into his caress, wrapping her leg around him trying to lift him up with her, but he shifts pressing her down.
He takes her hand away from his mouth; moving it between them. “Touch your self again, slower this time.” his voice is soft, he takes deep breaths through his nostrils, sucking on the air like a fish. He laces his fingers in her hair, peeling back from her, just enough so her hand brushes against him.
“I want you now.” she tries to grab him, but he moves her hand away, holding it under his.
“Now who’s not listening?” He stretches her arms above her head, tickling her skin as he skims along with his finger tips. “My wrists are going to hurt for a while.”
Her eyes flicker, but she doesn‘t look away. No apologies’. “I had to show you.” she turns her head kissing the angry mark, before he bends to kiss her mouth. He fists his hand in her hair and she tastes herself on his lips.
“And now it’s my turn.” his eyes consume her, hand on her hip he angles his body to tease her with just the tip, drawing his length against her, causing a sensation that’s both awful and awesome.
She tilts her hips up trying to gain entry and can’t deny her any longer. He suspects he could keep her on the edge all night, but his needed to warm his self inside her, to be complete, was too great. He was surprised he’d lasted this long.
He sits back on his feet, moving in close to her. He takes himself in hand allowing for a few quick strokes before pressing the head to her. He pushes in, drawing out the sensation as much as possible. Oh God. She fluttered like a trapped butterfly. They were swollen and tight-skinned, feeling everything.
“No hay igual.” he whispers as she feels his every ridge, vein the sweet thickness of him stretching her. She tries to relax around him, but it’s like this every time. She never gets use to him and she arches up so he can curve into her nudging at her sweet spot. He moves slowly until she’s ready.
She relaxes some, but he gives her no time to adapt, picking up her leg, he throws it over his shoulder quickening the pace while she squeezes him on the out thrust. He moves in, to move out and suddenly she all tight and tense beneath him.
“Mas alla, alli! Ay Dios, dios!” her voice rasps with strain strung tight with tension. She begins to whimper and he stops trying to control himself. Her hand pushes against his waist as he smacks into her. The pressure inside her builds and she doesn’t want to come yet but he’s not stopping. The heel of her hand pokes his waist as she tries to retard his movements, but he just moves it over, scrapping mercilessly inside her and she squeezes shuddering violently.
His motion slows and she’s like a rag doll under him. He moves her leg off his shoulder, caressing her thigh, running his hand over her side.
“Su vez mas, cariña.” She turns beneath him, resting on her belly. She takes a couple of deep breaths, before stuffing her legs under her. She feels him in back of her, his hand pulling at the bend in her hip. She sits up, her back kissing his chest and he moves her over his cock again lowering her on it; taking her from behind. His hand snakes around caressing her finding her wet. Their bodies osculates, her hips swivel to meet his fingers then she pushes back as he rises up, swooping to meet her.
His hand is in her hair again, he pulls so he can kiss the side of her mouth, her jaw, her neck and shoulder. She turns her head nuzzling him, kissing along his face until their mouths meet. Their rhythm picks up; the sound of flesh smacking fills the air, accompanying grunts and sighs.
Maya rides him until she feels his hand slip from her hair and press between her shoulder blades. He pushes firmly, hooking the other hand at her hip, drawing his fingers down her sweat covered skin.
She lifts her ass in the air, bending low on her arms and he widens the space between her legs, pressing on her waist thrusting deep and smoothly. Maya make a sound deep in her throat and comes again.
“Misericodia!”
“Almost there, querida, just a little bit more. Just a little...”
She makes a noise like a cat in heat squeezing him as he jackhammers. She presses her face down reaching under them. Seeing them together is too much and she closes her eyes grasping to cup his sack.
He leans over her pressing his fingers to her again and she spasms clamping down hard and his body finally goes ridged. She shakes as the spot inside of her beats out wave after wave of core shattering tremors and Gabriel finally comes. Working out the last of him self inside her; collapsing at her side. He pulls out warm and still stiff, cooling against the cheek of her ass. They’re both panting and mostly boneless as he rubs his hand down her belly. He stops at the moist curls nestles between her legs.
“You bastard” her voice is rough as she laughs and her body shakes with it. His fingers coil idly rubbing her over sensitive sex and she pushes his hand away with a hiss. “No more. I can’t believe you did that again.” she rolls over onto her belly facing him.
“We don’t have to stop.”
“Oh god, now he’s a porn star!” he stretches out besides her resting his head on his hand looking down at her.
“Really? You think I could be one?”
“Oh my god, go to sleep!” she makes a face at him before turning her head away.
“In a minute.” She feels his hand move the hair from her shoulder and make a path down the length of her body. She groans in annoyance and arousal, bouncing her feet on the bed. He leans over, kissing her shoulder. “You sure you haven’t got one more in you?”
“GO TO SLEEP!”
“Okay” he says pulling down a towel she’d left on the headboard and stuffing it under him. “But you owe me a blow job later.”
She scoffs, her face lined with tired amusement before she drifts off to sleep. “And that’s why you get the wet spot.”
Translations:
“No hay igual” ~ There is no equal
“Mas alla, alli! Ay Dios, dios!” ~ Further, there oh god, god!
“Misericordia ~ Mercy
“Su vez mas, cariña.” Turn over sweetheart