Granger’s Run 13

By xxxevilgrinxxx | Published: August 4, 2008

by evilgrin on 29 Dec 2005, 17:42
::THIRTEEN::

“Ava…”

My back nestled into your chest, your hands on my hips. We sat like this once before, while you had me land. I was a little more frightened then. To be honest, I was terrified. I’m still a little afraid, but I’m working on it. You had me pilot out of the docking bay of the Midorian. I don’t feel safe enough doing it myself yet. A course set, a quiet route.

“Ava…”

Nuzzling my ear now, your hands stroking the inside of my thighs. Lie back against your chest, your hands sliding inside my pants, undoing the top button. That low deep growl, as you slide into deep wetness, reverberating through me. I can feel the animal rise in me, your delicious slow stroking pushing me closer to the edge.

“Slow, Ava”

You never speed up, there is no insistence, just this slow, hypnotic deep stroking, the heel of your hand pressing into my clitoris. Your free hand pins me to your lap, as my hips rise up, wanting more of you inside me. The withdrawal of your hand is an agony.

You push me up, sliding my pants over my hips, followed by your own. Pull me back to your lap, sliding deep inside, all at once, a burst of bright white light in my head as I come. Now both hands pin me, holding me perfectly still, straddling you, as you slowly drive into me. The animal in me stays just under the surface, as does yours. It’s deliberate.

This isn’t a drive to satisfy our particular beasts,at least not yet, but something else, and I, reluctantly at first, give myself over to it, feeling my heart slow, to match yours. You remain deep, your thrusts shallow, almost imperceptible. When I have stilled enough, to where you know I won’t lose control, your hands move off my hips, pulling my shirt over my head, my bra. Your hands in my hair, your kiss passionate, our tongues move in time with our own slow rhythm.

Your hand slides under my rear, and, my legs around your waist, you carry me back to bed, lying me back, having never withdrawn. Slide my hands under your shirt, over your chest , before pulling it off. Our skin, slicked with sweat, slides easily, the same slow pace, more pressure, with you on top.

Breathe in that deep animal scent of male sweat, the low growl in my ear. Ecstasy, as you bite my neck, driving harder, losing your ability to keep the slow pace you had set, as you near release. You don’t stop me, as my hips start to rise in time with yours, urging you, as we both slip closer to the animal inside.

You kiss me, hard enough to draw blood, the copper taste of it in our mouths sending us both over the edge. We give ourselves to the animal within us, our rhythm is fast, and perfect, stilling only at our release.

~~~

I stay in bed with you in the morning, lying on my stomach, close to you, your hand on my lower back. I’ve been working on cracking the encryption on the laptop, and lie, at ease, perfectly pleased with myself, at the results.

You wake, pleased to see that I’ve stayed in bed with you, for once, and look up to see what’s kept me so busy.

The data scrolls cleanly, lists and lists of names, files on thousands. The Mercenary Guilds main files.