latino_menace | OOM: Finally.

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OOM: Finally.

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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Her awareness collapses down to this impossibly sweet ache, the gentleness of his kiss balanced with that sweet perfect touch. It's absolute torture, and she loves it. She doesn't have to do anything but move and feel and listen to him.

He starts moving and she telegraphs each penetration back to him with a soft cry, twisting her up until she can barely breathe, let alone think. Higher and higher, past her breaking point and beyond. She hangs on his every touch, waiting, trembling.

A little faster and he groans into her neck, his breath coming harder against her skin. He wants to keep her here for as long as he can but his body's giving in, it wants what it wants and he's powerless to stop it.

His lips find hers as his teasing fingers start working in earnest, rubbing a steady rhythm; his hips start pumping, long deep strokes, letting her ride the full length of him. His whole body says now, he doesn't think he has to voice it.

He's tasting her sweat, driving her out of her mind with each brush of his fingers.

"I can't..." And then he's kissing her and she's breaking.

Heat and pressure coalesces into a single point of light behind her pelvic bone, and he's still kissing her. Each thrust is perfection, each kiss a taste of heaven.

It's only a matter of moments before she feels the detonation unwind in a slow, pulsing wave, tearing a long, loud, raw sound from her throat.

By the time she's crying out, his face is buried against her neck and he's thrusting properly, hard, deep, grunting in desperate need, letting her set him on fire. She's tight and open for him, coming on him, squealing like that...his hand scrabbles for her hip suddenly, keeping her still as he looses it, digging into her as he goes rigid and shoves hard upwards, too hard maybe but he can't control himself, throwing his head back and letting out a roar as he boils over and fills her, buried in her as deep as he can get.

Her thighs are shuddering, she's coming so hard, pleasure blasting through her core, radiating out in waves in time with his thrusts. The pain of his fingertips digging into her hips is nothing, reminding her that she's alive, leaving his mark in her skin.

He thrusts deep and hard, almost lifting her off the ground, suspended on his cock, her back against his chest, feeling his roar vibrating in her chest. It's glorious, magnificent and she doesn't ever want it to end.

It's too intense to last, though he tries to hang on to it until the last second. But then the tsunami rolls away and he's left spent, suddenly out of energy, blood pounding in his ears. There's one last kiss pressed to her shoulder and he releases her leg carefully, easing it back down to the ground.

And then he wraps his arms around her middle, holding her against him, breathing against her hair with his eyes closed, trying to come back down.

His embrace is the sweetest moment of all. His breath in her hair is to her heart, what that physical release is to her body. Breathtaking. Devastating.

Her hands curl around his, and she leans against him, feeling the storm in her heart grow still. Right here, right now, he belongs to her. And nothing, no one can take that away from her.

It's a long span of heartbeats before she lets him go, turning in his arms. The pancakes are forgotten, completely, as is the sticky sweet remnants of chocolate adhering to her skin.

"Bed," she says, quiet, intent. Nothing is going to keep her from drinking her fill of him today.

Edited 2010-05-21 22:20 (UTC)

He grins, leans down and kisses her. Soft but with intent; they're not done yet. Not by a long shot.

'Good idea.'

He takes her hand and leads the way, smiling to himself.

She lets him take the lead, but the moment they're in the bedroom again, she takes control. She pushes all the sheets off the bed, and the pillows too.

She steals another long slow searing kiss before she pulls away. "Lay back," she murmurs.

He eyes her for a brief moment, wondering what she has against sheets and pillows and deciding he wants to find out. So he lays back.

It's not like they're in any danger of getting cold anyway.

She doesn't want him getting tangled up in anything but her right now.

She drops to all fours on the bed, nuzzling along his skin, across his lower stomach, up his midline, trailing soft kisses. Her voice is a sultry murmur, each sentence punctuated by a kiss or a caress.

"I've missed. All this. And I'm going. To take my time. Reacquainting myself."

He really couldn't look any more smug, hands tucked underneath his head, just letting himself enjoy the feeling of her mouth on his skin.

'You take all the time you want. We're not going to run out of it and I'm not stopping until one of us just can't do it any more.'

She laughs under her breath, grazing her teeth along the top of his shoulder. Her breasts brush his chest and she diverts, trailing her tongue along the shell of his ear.

"So romantic, you are."

Moving with languid determination, she straddles him, skin sliding along skin, her breath feathering along his jaw.

'You'd think I was possessed if I started reciting poetry to you or something.'

And not in a good way.

'Do that again. On my ear.'

He loves it when she straddles him. Loves everything about it.

She nuzzles back up, breathing in his scent from the hollow of his ear. She eases down until she's resting her full weight on his chest.

She whispers against his ear, "Put your hands on me, caro. I need to feel you touching me."

And then she sets out to carefully explore the delicate curl of his ear, gentle licks and nibbles.

There's a small, appreciative noise from the back of his throat and a familiar vauge tightening between his legs. Just a little bit. And his hands run down her back, tighten on her butt and hold her close, keeping her pressed near.

''m going to touch you all day, don't worry about that.'

She moans softly against his ear, her spine curling as she rocks against him. So good to just lose herself in the feel of him, no rush, no frenzy, just this.

"S'been so long." She hides her face against his throat, nuzzling and kissing. "I need this."

His eyes fall close and he tilts his head a little, giving her all the access she wants.

'Yeah, me too.'

An arm wraps around to keep her close and he's starting to get hard again, feeling her rock like that. The other hand strokes over he skin, revelling in the feel of it.

She feels him relent a little and it sends a thrill through her entire body. She can't say it, won't say it again, but she feels it more powerfully every day, with every kiss and every touch. Right now, she just wants to feed that back to him, write it on his skin and on his bones. There are no words, only this.

Soft kisses, tasting his skin, tracing his pulse. Teeth grazing along the side of his neck, lips exploring, tongue teasing that sweet spot just above his collar bone. One hand brushes his jaw, fingers touching his mouth while the other strokes down his bicep. Her hips trap his cock between them, just a gentle give and take. Her legs tangle with his, and he can feel her desire for him in every inch of her skin.

He really can and there's nothing more erotic than that. That gentle push against his cock sends little tendrils of pleasure through his legs and up his belly and he angles her without thinking, making sure his thickening shaft is rubbing over her clit.

Her fingers are at his mouth and he captures the tips of two of them between his lips, sucking lightly, nipping gently with his teeth.

Slick heat meets slick heat and she shudders a breath against his throat, pressing close. Her fingertips pet the tip of his tongue, letting that tantalising brush of wet heat remind her of where his mouth was not so long ago. Slow as the tide, her hips roll, guiding his length along her cleft, letting him feel how wet she is, still.

Her fingertips on his tongue feels better than such a simple touch has any right too and he lets her play, not asking for more, his mind firmly entrenched in what else his mouth could be doing right now. Her wetness against him is a constant reminder of where he's going to be soon, a pleasure to be taken whenever he wants - the thought steals his breath, makes his muscles tense for a brief moment.

'You said in the kitchen, I know what you need.'

His smirk is playful, his eyes full of want

'Suppose I don't?'

And his fingertips find a hard nipples, squeezing it lightly.

'Tell me what you need. Tell me what you want me to do to you.'

That touch at her breast and the sound of his voice sends a frisson through her body, shimmering all the way down to the tips of her toes.

Another kiss at the side of his throat, and another. Tender. Hungry.

"I need you and your hands and your mouth and your cock all over me. I mean all over me. Every inch. Inside and out."

He said before, he could tell when she was looking to cause some damage. The way her nails drag down his ribs, the way she's nibbling along his collarbone, the way her knee shifts to open her even more, it's probably a safe bet she's on the path of complete destruction. In the best possible way.

There will not be a single complaint from him.

'Every inch?'

He scrapes his nails down her spine in return, slipping a hand between her cheeks suggestively and pressing just the slightest bit.

'I want to see how many times I can make you come today. And in how many ways.'

Her head comes up at that touch, her eyes closed and her lips parted, her expression one of pure arousal. She hisses, long and low, her cheeks flushing and her fingers digging into his skin a little.

When she can catch her breath again, she slits her eyes at him. Her hips press and glide along his length. She bends her head to catch his mouth, tongue licking along his lower lip.

"Every inch of my skin. Hands. Mouth. Cock."

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