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 sinks into that kiss, sinks into him all over again, losing herself in the strength and the heat of his touch, not caring how vocal she's being. Her spine arches more, and she can't keep herself from grinding on him, just a little give and take, working him deeper, riding his cock in slow, undulating circles. The liquid heat of her last orgasm is still circulating, and this slow press only drives her higher. She grabs his hand and drags it to her breast, knowing what he likes and wanting to give it to him.

[latino_menace]

He's almost helpless, drowning in want, letting her work herself on him because it keeps him from going all out and finishing this in seconds, lets him enjoy the feel of her hard nipple under his fingers, her soft flesh in his hand, the unbearable sweetness of her pussy.

'Going to come for me again? Going to ride it, Fi? Going to get yourself off on me?'

His voice is quiet, dark, intense. But she doesn't need him to speak to know that, doesn't need him to tell her much he wants her. It's written in every line of his body.

[justcallmefee]

His breath feathers against her skin, his voice pouring over her like the sweetest, darkest honey, coiling through her like fire. She always thinks she can't go again, until he asks, and she has no choice. His hands hold her where he wants her and all she can do is writhe on his cock. He surrounds her, fills her, overwhelms her.

One more, she can give him one more.

"Please. Let me. Just one more. Please, Ramon."

[latino_menace]

His lips curl upwards, a slow smile, predatory.

'In a minute. Not yet.'

His fingers trail down the centre of her body and he's pressing his lips to her gently, hardly any pressure at all, just enjoying her slow rolling ass and the way she begs him.

His fingertips brush her clit once more, feather-light, barely there.

'Not until I say so.'

[justcallmefee]

Oh sweet merciful fuck, that gentle touch and his denial light her up like a bonfire. Her cunt spasms around him, and that gentle kiss at her shoulder makes her moan. She continues to plead, a continuous litany of breathless syllables, and when he brushes her clit, her whole body shudders. He can feel the effect he's having on her, can hear it in her voice, feel it in her skin.

[latino_menace]

He's torn between wanting her to come so that he can feel it and so that he can too, and loving seeing her like this. The indecision drags it out longer and he's smirking, kissing her neck in that same soft way, licking gently at the spot behind her ear.

'Not yet. Not yet.'

He feels like his balls are going to explode, he's tight all over, hyper-aware of her wetness on his skin, the slide of her on his shaft. But he can't stop it, can't finish it. Not yet. So he keeps playing with her clit, a squeeze here, a brush there, circling, circling, a flick and he's moving now too, just barely, working his cock in and out, tiny increments at a time.

'...not yet.'

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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."

[latino_menace]

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.'

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

'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.

[justcallmefee]

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.

[latino_menace]

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.'

[justcallmefee]

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."

[latino_menace]

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.

[justcallmefee]

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.