Worship (CSI:NY, Danny/Lindsay, NC-17)
Title: Worship
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word count: 510
Prompt: #19. Writer's choice (worship). My prompt table
Summary: He loves getting on his knees for her.
Author's notes: Written for the current porn battle. I couldn't not do something with the prompt of "pregnancy" with these two right now. I hope it's okay to post PWP here! 'Cause that's really what this is. Short and naughty, but with the title I wound up giving it, it works for my table (at least in the same theme as the prompts, though not an actual prompt itself).
The floor of the shower was hard beneath Danny's knees, but he barely noticed. Water flowed down Lindsay's body and onto his face, nearly drowning him, but he wasn't about to stop. Not when she was up there making those sounds. He couldn't see her face -- even if he could open his eyes, her belly (swollen with his child) would hide it from him -- but he could picture it. That image, those sounds, the taste of her -- fuck, he hadn't even touched himself and he was close.
No way was he coming before she did.
He slid two fingers inside her, drawing a louder moan from her. "Fuck, Danny." Her hand tightened painfully in his hair, urging him on. Her other hand, he hoped, was holding onto the safety bar they'd installed at both their places when she'd started to show. Not just for the sake of shower sex -- but it did give her something to hold onto while she was riding his face.
He knew how to make her knees weak. He'd been pretty good at it before, but he'd spent the last four months perfecting the technique. He loved getting down on his knees for her. Loved worshiping her with his mouth and hands. Loved making her cry out in pleasure. He didn't do it so she'd fuck him afterwards, but he loved that, too. He'd lay on the bed and she'd slide down onto him, eyes already heavy with pleasure. He'd touch her, running his hands over her heavy belly and up to her perfect breasts. It didn't take much to push him over the edge, just the feel of her, the sight of her. She was glorious and amazing and she was his. She'd smile at him and rock her hips, murmuring his name, and that was it, he was done.
The tugging on his hair turned urgent, bringing him back to the task at hand. He pushed his fingers deeper inside her. She moaned his name, louder. She was close, God, she was close. He plied her with lips and tongue, spurred on by the mewling sounds she made, driving her on and on until she shattered, crying out, body shuddering above him.
Her fingers didn't leave his head until he'd drawn the last aftershock from her. When she loosened her grip, he sat back on his heels, sucking much-needed air into his lungs. Her hand touched his shoulder, caressing. He lifted his face, grinning at the heavy-lidded pleasure on her face. When he stood, she leaned into him, nuzzling her face into his neck. "I've decided I'm never giving birth," she muttered into his skin.
He laughed, running his hands down her sides, trying not to notice the way his erection pressed into her. "Why's that?"
"Because I never, ever want you to stop doing that."
He pulled away slightly, looking into her sweet face. "I won't," he swore. "Pregnant or not pregnant, I will always happily go down on you."
Her lips curved up in a smile. "Promise?"
"Promise."
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Danny/Lindsay
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word count: 510
Prompt: #19. Writer's choice (worship). My prompt table
Summary: He loves getting on his knees for her.
Author's notes: Written for the current porn battle. I couldn't not do something with the prompt of "pregnancy" with these two right now. I hope it's okay to post PWP here! 'Cause that's really what this is. Short and naughty, but with the title I wound up giving it, it works for my table (at least in the same theme as the prompts, though not an actual prompt itself).
The floor of the shower was hard beneath Danny's knees, but he barely noticed. Water flowed down Lindsay's body and onto his face, nearly drowning him, but he wasn't about to stop. Not when she was up there making those sounds. He couldn't see her face -- even if he could open his eyes, her belly (swollen with his child) would hide it from him -- but he could picture it. That image, those sounds, the taste of her -- fuck, he hadn't even touched himself and he was close.
No way was he coming before she did.
He slid two fingers inside her, drawing a louder moan from her. "Fuck, Danny." Her hand tightened painfully in his hair, urging him on. Her other hand, he hoped, was holding onto the safety bar they'd installed at both their places when she'd started to show. Not just for the sake of shower sex -- but it did give her something to hold onto while she was riding his face.
He knew how to make her knees weak. He'd been pretty good at it before, but he'd spent the last four months perfecting the technique. He loved getting down on his knees for her. Loved worshiping her with his mouth and hands. Loved making her cry out in pleasure. He didn't do it so she'd fuck him afterwards, but he loved that, too. He'd lay on the bed and she'd slide down onto him, eyes already heavy with pleasure. He'd touch her, running his hands over her heavy belly and up to her perfect breasts. It didn't take much to push him over the edge, just the feel of her, the sight of her. She was glorious and amazing and she was his. She'd smile at him and rock her hips, murmuring his name, and that was it, he was done.
The tugging on his hair turned urgent, bringing him back to the task at hand. He pushed his fingers deeper inside her. She moaned his name, louder. She was close, God, she was close. He plied her with lips and tongue, spurred on by the mewling sounds she made, driving her on and on until she shattered, crying out, body shuddering above him.
Her fingers didn't leave his head until he'd drawn the last aftershock from her. When she loosened her grip, he sat back on his heels, sucking much-needed air into his lungs. Her hand touched his shoulder, caressing. He lifted his face, grinning at the heavy-lidded pleasure on her face. When he stood, she leaned into him, nuzzling her face into his neck. "I've decided I'm never giving birth," she muttered into his skin.
He laughed, running his hands down her sides, trying not to notice the way his erection pressed into her. "Why's that?"
"Because I never, ever want you to stop doing that."
He pulled away slightly, looking into her sweet face. "I won't," he swore. "Pregnant or not pregnant, I will always happily go down on you."
Her lips curved up in a smile. "Promise?"
"Promise."