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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[latino_menace]

Damn right he won't. And he won't keep his hands off her either, cupping her breasts in his palms and kneading lightly, leaning up to press his teeth gently into the skin of her shoulder.

He can wait. Not patiently but he knows she's going to let him, so he can wait for now.

[justcallmefee]

Her eyes drift closed for a moment, her hand stilling at the touch of his teeth at that one perfect spot. She bites back a soft moan, and returns to looking.

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.

[latino_menace]

He pokes her in the stomach and tweaks a nipple with the other hand, smirking a touch.

'I'm sure we can figure the instructions out for ourselves.'

[justcallmefee]

She grins, wrinkles her nose at him, her cheeks definitely a bit more red than they were a moment ago.

"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.

[latino_menace]

And as she leans forward, his mouth closes on her tit because he can never get enough of them. He also knows it feels good, just like his other hand sliding between her legs and teasing over her slit feels good. And feeling good makes it easier to relax, which is what he needs her to do now as he slips his lubed fingers behind her and starts to gently probe, pressing into her just a little.

[justcallmefee]

She keeps close, one hand on the mattress holding her weight above him, and he can feel the soft hum of pleasure rising in her throat. Her free hand delves into his thick black hair, caressing it back from his face, looking down at him as he touches her. Her eyelids fall half shut and she can't help the gentle undulation of her hips, rubbing herself against his hands.

"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.

[latino_menace]

'Love that you let me do it.'

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?'

[justcallmefee]

There were words. Nice words. They never make it across her lips. She can only nod, her eyes drifting closed as she focuses on his touch, murmuring something incoherent, hissing quietly. Her tone is unmistakeable. It feels amazing.

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.

[latino_menace]

He moans into her mouth, just quietly, pulling her forward with one hand as he presses a little deeper into her.

'Ride me, Fi.'

[justcallmefee]

A sound of pure want rises in her, her free hand snaking between them to catch his cock in a firm grip. She coils above him, stroking the head along her slit, catching him and guiding him into her body, slow and intent.

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..."

[latino_menace]

He grins and moves suddenly, pushing himself up to a sitting position without ever taking his finger out of her (he's careful about it), starting to work it slowly in and out once they're comfortable. His thumb finds her clit and he's sucking lightly on her throat, not encouraging her to move, happy to let her take her time and enjoy herself.

[justcallmefee]

He moves and her arms snake around his neck, holding tight to him, nails grazing his scalp. Her head tips back and she surrenders. She loves this position, he knows. Heart to heart, mouth to mouth, cock to cunt. It steals her breath away, and his hand is doing things to her, things her nerves were never prepared for. Each brush of her clit sends a tendril of fire through her, and she pulses around him.

She doesn't have to move. He could get her off just like this if he wanted.

[latino_menace]

His teeth close on her skin and he eases another finger into her, stretching her a little as he works her clit a little faster. It feels so good to have her close like this, pressed against him and holding him near, buried in her totally. He aches but in the best way, the sort of ache that comes when you've already come three or four times and are now just enjoying being with other person.

[justcallmefee]

He has her so twisted up, he has no idea. The press of teeth against her throat sends her even higher, her grip tightening on him. It's too much and it's not enough, all in the same breath.

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.

[latino_menace]

He has no idea but he does know she's enjoying herself and that's all he's aiming for right now. The way she's clinging to him gives him a sense of power that will never not be arousing and the feeling of her clamped around his cock is gradually taking his breath away, even though she's barely moving.

'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.

[justcallmefee]

There's the smallest head shake. It aches, but it also feels strange and wonderful. She smiles, a breathless little laugh on her lips, telegraphed through her body.

"Want more?"

The answer to that question is never 'no'.

[latino_menace]

'Always.'

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.'

[justcallmefee]

She tenses around him again, hips and hands curling around him, dancing against him now in gentle counterpoint. Her head falls back for a long moment as she feels the heat building, taking it right up to the edge. She's trembling, and he can feel how close she is. Then and only then does she rise, pulling away.

"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.

[latino_menace]

'What did I do to deserve a woman like you?'

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.'

[justcallmefee]

"I don't know," she breathes, smiling down at him. Her voice is sultry, dark honey and sex. "Must have been something bad."

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.

[latino_menace]

'I was thinking,' he breaks off, eyes closing in pleasure as he feels that tightness start to grip his cock, sending bolts of electricity shooting up his length, 'I must've been good.'

OhChrist it feels good. Torturous, yes, but perfect. So fucking perfect.

[justcallmefee]

She lets her weight do the work, teeth fixed in her lower lip as he slips deeper. The angle is different, and the instinct to move is almost overwhelming. She drags his hand from her hip back to her slit.

She whispers again, her voice tight and hungry. "Don't stop."

[latino_menace]

He nods, unable to open his eyes, working his fingers into her blind and going straight for her g-spot, pressing over it as he starts to rub.

It feels so good it's hard to breathe, excruciating pleasure overwhelming his senses, she's moving so slow and he feels like he might burst if he doesn't get some relief from the pressure soon. But he says nothing, lets her take her time, using the soft wetness of her around his fingers anchor him to the ground, desperate not to lose himself yet.

[justcallmefee]

A strained cry leaves her lips as he fills her cunt, finding that sweet spot with an uncanny accuracy. Her body knows what it wants, and right now, she wants him even deeper. She lets out a long sigh and presses down, taking him all the way to the hilt, her hands fluttering like birds on his shoulders.

She takes a few breaths to get used to the feel of him, slick and hot and hard inside her, and then she rises up again. All the way to the tip, and then back down in one smooth motion, a soft moan on her lips, telling him just how far gone she is. She sets a nice even pace, not too slow, not too quick. Riding him, just like he asked.

[latino_menace]

'Fucking hell, Fi.'

His voice is a quiet gasp, almost pained in its restraint as he builds walls against the tightness that squeezes him, tries to focus on getting her off with his fingers to distract from the pleasure. His thumb presses unevenly at her clit, circles and jabs; he can't keep a steady rhythm going but he tries.