OOM: Finally.

[latino_menace]

It has been a long month. A long, boring month of healing and don't touch and being forced to exercise some self-restraint. He's spiked his drinks, taken drugs and painkillers and lately, those pills that Fi got from bar. They seemed to do the trick but left a problem - if his body literally can't respond to desire, how will he know when it's fixed?

He's so bored of waiting. And everything looks practically normal. So after that conversation on the beach and the lazy, intimate day that followed he decided to risk it. If he wakes up hurting, fine, he'll give it a bit longer.

He wakes up...hurting. But not much, not much at all. It's the middle of the night, pitch black because there's no natural light on an island in the middle of the sea, no sound but the waves hitting the beach below them. He's drowsy and hasn't opened his eyes but then, he doesn't have to to know what roused him from sleep.

It aches. But he doesn't know if that's because of the injury or because he's so hard he could hammer nails with his cock. He does know that it doesn't hurt enough to stop him and without even thinking about it, he's turning, sliding a leg between Fiona's and kissing her neck, her jaw, collarbone, chest; small, wet, open-mouthed kisses that are as gentle as they are insistent.

'Fi.'

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[justcallmefee]

She's wearing an oversized tshirt to sleep in, attempting some kind of propriety. His hands are warm on her skin. She sighs, feeling his body align with hers, feeling those soft kisses and assuming she's dreaming.

It's those hot kisses trailing down her throat, and the feel of his mouth on her breast that brings her awake with a low hiss. Her hands weave in his hair.

"Caro, don't tease. Please."

And that's when she feels the hard length of him against her thigh. A jolt of arousal goes through her like electricity.

"Is it...? Are you...?"

[latino_menace]

He's tugging at her T-shirt, yanking it up and immediately fixing his lips on a nipple, pressing his erection firmly against her leg. He's not going to free his mouth to speak so he just takes her hand and pulls it down so she can feel for herself, groaning deeply the instant she touches him.

[justcallmefee]

She arches up into that kiss with a prayer on her lips, her legs tangling with his.

"Oh thank god," she murmurs, gingerly running her hand along his length. It's been a month since she's touched him, and she doesn't want to hurt him. "S'good? Doesn't hurt?"

She swipes her thumb over the tip, gently, experimenting.

[latino_menace]

He shakes his head, pulling back from her chest, already breathing hard.

'No. Not much. Just go easy or this'll last about five seconds.'

He moves so he's lying between her legs and kisses her hard, revelling in the feel of her skin against his again. He's desperate to be inside her but is trying to hold off for her sake, trying to let her get something out of it as well.

[justcallmefee]

She winds around him, one arm around his neck, her strong legs twining around his waist, meeting that kiss with equal intensity. She hums against his mouth, a needy, desperate moan.

Her hand grips his cock tighter, feeling how hard he is, stroking down to the base of him. She eases the head along her slit, and thrills to the touch, growing wetter by the second. She breaks the kiss and pushes him up, watching his face, her hand fretting in his hair, her heels digging in, urging him on.

"Go on. Take."

[latino_menace]

He hisses when she grips him and bites his lip when he feels her wetness, moaning into her mouth when he kisses her again. He really wants this to be good for her but his body is taking over and he can't resist it; she's teasing him along her hole and there's not a damn thing he can do to stop himself shoving forward hard as soon as she tells him to, burying himself in her in one firm thrust, crying out loudly as he does.

The memory of how tight she is had faded. Her walls close around him; they grip and he keens, trying to fight off the deep throbbing pleasure that's beating out from his centre.

[justcallmefee]

She's never heard him be quite so vocal and it thrills and scares her in equal measure. But fuck he feels good, buried deep inside her, and she holds tight, keening right along with him, trying to hold still. She wants it to last as long as he wants. Another kiss, tender and fierce, need flaring in every corner of her awareness.

[latino_menace]

He pulls back slowly as he kisses her, all the way out until just the very tip is touching her; he needs the respite to keep himself under control and anyway, the torture is kind of fun. He waits a beat or two, relishing the desperate ache until he can't take it any more and slides back in, firm but slow, sinking into her as deep as he can and pressing his hips down, rubbing over her clit as he moves.

[justcallmefee]

That slow penetration draws a cry from deep in her chest. She arches into him, grinds against the length of him as he slides back home. Her hands slip over his chest, over his shoulders up into his hair, holding him close as he rocks into her again.

Her voice is a slow, quiet litany of encouragement, and he's drawing that heat up from the depths, stoking her like a forge fire. She tenses around him as he thrusts deep again, her body grasping at him, like she could hold him there, and never let him go.

[latino_menace]

He cries out again when she grips him, pulling back out immediately and hanging his head for a moment, sucking in deep, calming breaths. He feels like he could go out of control at any second and he really doesn't want to yet. But he can't hold off for long; this time when he slides back, he's on his knees, bracing himself over the top of her one arm, looking down at her and slipping his fingers into her folds, finding her clit and flicking over it soft and fast as his cock buries itself inside her.

[justcallmefee]

She shudders beneath him, her head arching back into the pillows, her nails biting into his shoulders. She can't look away from his face. Those gorgeous eyes, that mouth. She feels his hand slip between them and just the brush of his knuckles against her stomach sets her alight.

He knows her so well, knows exactly what she needs. He touches her and she goes taut. It's only a span of heartbeats before she's melting, molten heat radiating out from her center, making her shake and writhe beneath him. She cries out against his mouth, that one soft, pure sound telling him everything he needs to know.

[latino_menace]

God, he's missed hearing that. It makes him moan and he kisses her, gentle at first then getting firmer, more desperate. He's not moving, letting her calm from her climax because it's a great excuse to make this last a bit longer but he's suffering now, needing to let go.

'I forgot how good you feel when you come.'

He's as deep as he can go, allowing himself only the smallest rocking movement and even that's making his eyes roll back. She's so firm underneath him, so tight, so warm, so wet and she holds him just right. He can't resist it.

'Gonna have to...'

[justcallmefee]

"Yesyesyes."

He fills her senses, covers her, pins her to this moment. Pleasure whites out everything else but the heat of his skin and the thick, hard curve of his cock is fitted so deep inside her, a familiar, welcome ache spreads out in waves, turning her inside out. He's still moving, groaning, and she feels the surge when it comes. She holds him close, murmuring soft words in Gaelic against his mouth, kissing him, loving him with every breath and every touch.

[latino_menace]

He's rigid in the seconds before it hits, still barely moving, crying out on every twitch of her cunt because he can't stop himself; he's so over-sensitive it almost hurts but he can't remember the last time he felt this good. She's squeezing him and he loses it completely, head thrown back and jerking all over, emptying into her like he'll never be able to stop.

[justcallmefee]

She can't breathe, she can't think, she can only hold on, her heels digging into the curve of his ass and her hands gripping tight to his biceps. His muscles cord across his throat and his chest, and she takes each instinctive thrust, deep and hard, her voice loud in her own ears. She's still unfolding even as he descends, coiling beneath him, sweet ecstasy throbbing through her lower half. Electric aftershocks shimmer through her whole body and she never once closes her eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment, a single flicker of pleasure on his face.

Her hand cups his cheek, drawing him back to her, back down to earth and the warmth of her touch.

[latino_menace]

He blinks, half-blinded, dazed and aching. He doesn't stop moving, that tiny movement, pulling more tendrils of excruciating pleasure out of him, making him lose his breath still. He's still fully hard, nowhere near done yet. It's been so long.

'Christ.'

[justcallmefee]

She whimpers softly, caught up in the rich wash of sensation, feeling him still moving. She's sweating now, acutely aware of the exquisite weight of him, aware of his scent and the way his breath feathers against her jaw. Her heels slide down the backs of his thighs, her hips still dancing with him, wet and slick and hot.

She turns her head to capture his mouth again, lips and tongue tasting him gently.

"Welcome back, love."

[latino_menace]

He smiles, half-laughs through the kiss, reaches down to grab her leg and draw it back up around his waist.

'Don't kill me for the unromantic sentiment but...I feel like I just lost twenty pounds off my balls.'

Honestly, the relief.

'We're not done.'

He feels like he'll never be done again. His mouth finds her throat and he's moving again, a little faster this time, still groaning into her skin.

[justcallmefee]

Fiona just grins, her hands weaving in his hair, a rich purr vibrating in her chest. He's smiling, and she can feel the tension leaving his body, like a huge weight has been lifted. It feels glorious to have him back in her arms. She's missed him, and she has no qualms about letting him know that.

She arches her back, her hips rocking up into him as she clenches around him, growling softly into his hair.

"Let me ride you, caro."

[latino_menace]

'...yeah.'

Fuck, she feels so good. He can't get enough of the taste of her, the tightness of her clenching around him, sending warm waves of barely-sated arousal up his body. But he pulls back eventually, still deep in her but braced on his arms, leaning his head down for one more kiss.

'Want to ride me hard? Want to use me to get off? I bet you're desperate for it.'

He's started rocking into her again, the mental image of her on top of him, taking him and fucking him hard turning him on all over again.

[justcallmefee]

She rises off the bed, still reaching for that kiss, heels keeping him close to where she needs him. She can't help the sighs he's drawing from her with every stroke.

"Want you. Missed you. Need you ah."

Her hands slide down his chest, caressing around his ribs, curve around his ass, nails digging in, not letting him get away just yet.

[latino_menace]

Her touch brings him on further, groaning in pleasure as he pistons into her, touching her only where their hips meet, banging into her harder and harder.

'Ah, Jesus Christ...'

It's probably pretty damn obvious that he's missed her too. He can't hold himself back, not unless she stops him and switches their positions.

[justcallmefee]

She's not about to stop him, now, just when he's finding his pace. She wants to see how many times she can make him come today, hopefully without damaging him all over again.

She grins up at him, knees spread wide, each thrust rocking through her whole frame, setting her breasts jiggling. Her eyes close and her head tips back, her voice rising again, uninhibited and wild. He feels amazing and this? This is just fun.

[latino_menace]

'Oh...God, do that again. With your...hands...'

Her touching him all over like that just felt amazing. It's been so long since he was just touched and the feel of her hands on his skin makes him push harder, faster.

[justcallmefee]

"Like this?"

She lets go of her grip on his ass and does just that, palms smoothing all along his sides, over his hip bones, thumbs caressing the hollow of his hips. There's a fine sheen of sweat under her hands, and she smooths her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, along his neck. Fingertips trail along his collarbone, down his sternum, trailing spirals out to circle his nipples, taking them between the pads of her fingers and tormenting them gently.

All the while, crooning softly to him in Spanish, filthy promises, endearments, nonsensical syllables when he angles himself against her g-spot, breathless and striving for him the whole time.