OOM: Finally.
May. 5th, 2010 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2010-05-27 07:29 pm (UTC)'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.'
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Date: 2010-05-27 07:38 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2010-05-27 07:50 pm (UTC)He looks over at the bedside table on his side, fingertip pushing a little harder.
'Lube.'
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Date: 2010-05-27 07:57 pm (UTC)She figures he won't mind the view.
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Date: 2010-05-27 09:09 pm (UTC)He can wait. Not patiently but he knows she's going to let him, so he can wait for now.
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Date: 2010-05-27 09:17 pm (UTC)Ah, there it is.
She sits back with a triumphant little grin, waggling the tube between her fingertips. She settles across his hips again, sitting all the way up, making a little bit of tease out of reading the small print on the back.
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Date: 2010-05-27 09:38 pm (UTC)'I'm sure we can figure the instructions out for ourselves.'
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Date: 2010-05-27 09:43 pm (UTC)"Give me your hand," she purrs, taking his wrist again. She nips at the mound of his thumb, chasing it with a kiss. And then she squeezes a generous amount of the clear substance onto his fingers, flicking the lid shut again and tucking the tube under the pillows.
Which means leaning forward again, putting the object of his intent within easy reach.
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Date: 2010-05-27 10:23 pm (UTC)"Love it when you do this, caro."
She loves everything about this. The look on his face, the heat of his mouth at her nipple, the sweet teasing pressure, everything.
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Date: 2010-05-28 11:20 am (UTC)He nips at her breast with his teeth, a touch of pain to distract from him easing his finger into her, slow and careful, huffing out a breath against her skin in arousal.
'Feel good?'
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Date: 2010-05-28 06:53 pm (UTC)She shifts just enough to catch his mouth, kissing him slow and deep, connecting again, all passion and that delicious slow fire that makes them what they are.
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Date: 2010-05-28 11:13 pm (UTC)'Ride me, Fi.'
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Date: 2010-05-28 11:19 pm (UTC)That sound twists in her throat, becomes a cry against his mouth. A month's deprivation and this, both holes filled, makes everything feel a thousand times more intense. Sweet torture.
"Ramon..."
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Date: 2010-05-28 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-29 12:02 am (UTC)She doesn't have to move. He could get her off just like this if he wanted.
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Date: 2010-05-29 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-29 12:21 am (UTC)Her temple is pressed to his, and her breath feathers against his ear. Each new touch brings with it a shuddering gasp, and he can feel them through her whole frame, a wild storm of arousal ricocheting around, unable to find a focus, a foundation from which to reach for that next peak.
She's lost in him, utterly lost, clinging on for dear life, a creature of pure sensation and instinct.
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Date: 2010-05-29 08:27 pm (UTC)'Doesn't hurt? he asks, mainly just for something to say, trying to stay focused and not lose himself in this because he wants to make it as good as he can for her.
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Date: 2010-05-30 01:31 am (UTC)"Want more?"
The answer to that question is never 'no'.
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Date: 2010-05-30 01:38 am (UTC)His teeth find her throat again, groaning into her, licking a line up her neck as he finger-fucks her ass slow and sure.
'Always, Fi.'
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Date: 2010-05-30 06:57 am (UTC)"Let's... Try this."
It takes just a moment to retrieve the lube and slick her right palm with a generous amount. Her left hand rests on his shoulder, while the other drops down behind her, taking his cock in hand, making sure he's as slick as an eel.
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Date: 2010-05-30 04:23 pm (UTC)The grin on his face really couldn't be any wider, eyes showing how much he wants this. His hands don't stop running down her body, over her ribs, up to her breasts, fighting off the pulses of desire as she runs her hand up and doen his length.
'Go as slow as you like. Don't hurt yourself.'
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Date: 2010-05-30 11:42 pm (UTC)Slow is all she wants right now. Nice and easy. This is all new to her, and she has all the time in the world to find her way. She eases herself down, pressing the head against that tight ring of muscle, taking long slow breaths. Sweet, languid torture, watching his face, not wanting to miss a thing.
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Date: 2010-05-31 12:00 am (UTC)OhChrist it feels good. Torturous, yes, but perfect. So fucking perfect.
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