His finger inside her, then tracing its way up to find her clit, circling it, not quite touching, teasing her just a little. She'd once had the idle thought that he'd be a tease, and she's a little disapointed to find out she'd been right. It'd be easier if nothing about this night met her expectations. His finger moves away and down again, traces her opening and she sighs. His finger gathers the moisture there and moves back up to her clit, slipping and sliding easily, and it doesn't take him long to figure out what she likes tonight. Little circles that pull at the skin, circles that create an equal mix of pleasurable tension and sweet pain in that bundle of neves.
Her orgasm is slow and easy, much like the entire night so far. She shudders against him, sways a little on weak knees, wraps both arms around his neck and exhales into his collar bone. They stay like that, his hand still between her legs, caressing softly, her hands running though his hair, (she has always loved his hair) briefly playing over his ears.
He pulls back, looks down at her, seems to be searching for regret. She wants to tell him he is wonderful, is kind, a good man, all the things he believes he isn't, but instead pulls his face back down to hers, kisses him, then pushes him towards the edge of the bed. Pause to remove her pants and underwear, then his, and then lets him turn her, lets him softly push her down onto the bed, scoots back a little so she is resting against the pillows, spreads her legs just enough to be considered an invitation, looks up at him, still standing at the side of the bed, naked and aroused.
She'd tell him it's okay but she's sure that if she says anything he'll bolt, run from the room and head straight for Hammond, with or without pants. Instead she meets his eyes, keeps her gaze steady and level, lets him decide and hopes he'll make the same decision she has.
Fianlly, finally he moves, breaks the impasse as he sits down on the edge of the bed, crawls up to hover over her. She leans up, kisses him with less passion and more reassurance.
She breaks the kiss and he reaches down, positions himself and slides slowly in. He pauses and she lets herself relax, tries not to think about what they've done at the same time as she thinks how incredible it feels to have him inside her after all this time.
He pants softly against her neck, and she tilts her chin back, offering herself to him. He bites softly at the skin on the side of the hollow of her throat, then slowly pulls himself out of her, then thrusts back in.
She wraps her legs around him, pulls him closer, deeper, puts her chin down and kisses him, long and slow and deep, like the way he is fucking her. There's a lot here that's about love but there's a lot that's not. She can't seperate what's what, just knows she loves the feel of him inside her and the sensation of his hands in her hair, on her breasts, between her legs.
When they're not kissing, he keeps his head burried in her neck, breathing deeply. He balances himself on one elbow, skirts a hand down her side and reaches in, tries to help her along. She bats his fingers away, pulls his hand up to her neck, into her hair, and she can smell herself on his fingers and it turns her on even more. She's not going to come again, but she can make it good for him.
She spreads her legs a little further, uses her abdominal muscles to pull herself up to meet him, and he increases his tempo just enough. She can feel him squeezing his eyes shut, lashes gently brushing her neck, and she pulls his face up so she can kiss him once more.
His movements get a little faster, a little deeper, and he pulls away from her mouth, gasping, and she watches and feels as he comes inside her, frozen for what seems like forever, then lowers himself gently back onto her.
They stay like that, locked together, until he rolls over and pulls her with him. She settles her head back on his shoulder, in the same place it was when this started. She runs her hand absentmindedly over his chest, through the crinkly hairs there until he takes her hand and kisses her finger tips, then places their linked fingers over his heart.
Re: *snip*
His finger inside her, then tracing its way up to find her clit, circling it, not quite touching, teasing her just a little. She'd once had the idle thought that he'd be a tease, and she's a little disapointed to find out she'd been right. It'd be easier if nothing about this night met her expectations. His finger moves away and down again, traces her opening and she sighs. His finger gathers the moisture there and moves back up to her clit, slipping and sliding easily, and it doesn't take him long to figure out what she likes tonight. Little circles that pull at the skin, circles that create an equal mix of pleasurable tension and sweet pain in that bundle of neves.
Her orgasm is slow and easy, much like the entire night so far. She shudders against him, sways a little on weak knees, wraps both arms around his neck and exhales into his collar bone. They stay like that, his hand still between her legs, caressing softly, her hands running though his hair, (she has always loved his hair) briefly playing over his ears.
He pulls back, looks down at her, seems to be searching for regret. She wants to tell him he is wonderful, is kind, a good man, all the things he believes he isn't, but instead pulls his face back down to hers, kisses him, then pushes him towards the edge of the bed. Pause to remove her pants and underwear, then his, and then lets him turn her, lets him softly push her down onto the bed, scoots back a little so she is resting against the pillows, spreads her legs just enough to be considered an invitation, looks up at him, still standing at the side of the bed, naked and aroused.
She'd tell him it's okay but she's sure that if she says anything he'll bolt, run from the room and head straight for Hammond, with or without pants. Instead she meets his eyes, keeps her gaze steady and level, lets him decide and hopes he'll make the same decision she has.
Fianlly, finally he moves, breaks the impasse as he sits down on the edge of the bed, crawls up to hover over her. She leans up, kisses him with less passion and more reassurance.
She breaks the kiss and he reaches down, positions himself and slides slowly in. He pauses and she lets herself relax, tries not to think about what they've done at the same time as she thinks how incredible it feels to have him inside her after all this time.
He pants softly against her neck, and she tilts her chin back, offering herself to him. He bites softly at the skin on the side of the hollow of her throat, then slowly pulls himself out of her, then thrusts back in.
She wraps her legs around him, pulls him closer, deeper, puts her chin down and kisses him, long and slow and deep, like the way he is fucking her. There's a lot here that's about love but there's a lot that's not. She can't seperate what's what, just knows she loves the feel of him inside her and the sensation of his hands in her hair, on her breasts, between her legs.
When they're not kissing, he keeps his head burried in her neck, breathing deeply. He balances himself on one elbow, skirts a hand down her side and reaches in, tries to help her along. She bats his fingers away, pulls his hand up to her neck, into her hair, and she can smell herself on his fingers and it turns her on even more. She's not going to come again, but she can make it good for him.
She spreads her legs a little further, uses her abdominal muscles to pull herself up to meet him, and he increases his tempo just enough. She can feel him squeezing his eyes shut, lashes gently brushing her neck, and she pulls his face up so she can kiss him once more.
His movements get a little faster, a little deeper, and he pulls away from her mouth, gasping, and she watches and feels as he comes inside her, frozen for what seems like forever, then lowers himself gently back onto her.
They stay like that, locked together, until he rolls over and pulls her with him. She settles her head back on his shoulder, in the same place it was when this started. She runs her hand absentmindedly over his chest, through the crinkly hairs there until he takes her hand and kisses her finger tips, then places their linked fingers over his heart.