::TWELVE::
His own plaintive moan, as he nuzzles into my neck. He’s here. He’s back. Come back to me. The thought of him, the smell of him, makes me dizzy, after the ache of thinking I might never see him again. I turn my head, nuzzling his ear over, biting at his neck. A hiss of breath over gritted teeth, a low growl. Any release he sought for himself before I arrived is short lived. His heart still races under my hand.
Breathing hard, but trying so hard to control it, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he nips at my neck. Leaving little marks, a tiny trail of them, something he almost never does, except when he isn’t fully in control of himself. Almost regretfully slipping his fingers from me, lingering for a moment at the entrance, as though deciding whether to leave them there or not. He settles for removing them, but licking them clean, quickly, before biting at my neck again.
“Let me up, Riddick..”
A growl, deeper, louder, against the skin of my neck, both of his hands sliding over me now. A snort of frustration, grabbing my wrist, as I get up. Only to relax again, when he realizes that I’m not going anywhere. I settle at his feet, making him face me. Bend down to untie his boots, take off his socks. Settle myself between his knees, looking up at him.
On my knees, reach up to kiss him again. Far more forceful this time, his hands, fists in my hair. His tongue exploring, not gently, even in his kiss, making me submit. Panting openly now, not caring to control it any longer. He pulls back only when I once again run my hand over his heart, resting it there.
“Fuck, Ava..”
His eyes are already so beautiful, a glaze of lust, of intensity, only makes them more so. Nostrils flare slightly with every panted breath. Lips bruised and full. Reach up, nipping his chin, avoiding his mouth, nuzzling his neck. Stopping, and sitting back down on my heels. Holding my arms up for him, to take my shirt off, waiting for him to undress me, my bra coming with it. He stops me, as I’m reaching to take off my panties.
“Leave them, they’re sexy.”
I can’t help but smile up at him at that. There was a time when he couldn’t wait to get me completely out of my clothes. Lately, something always seems to get left on until the last moment, and then he’s pulling and tearing at it, in frustration, later on. But he’s here, he’s come back to me, and it’s the only thing that matters.
I reach up to his waist, unbuttoning his cargoes, loving the little flutter of his belly muscles at my touch. Lifting for me, so I can pull them off. Look up at him for a moment, as he slides forward a little, making it easier for me.
Painfully swollen already, he moans and leans back, against the back of the couch, his hand in my hair. Almost no give at all in the skin of his cock, the skin hot and tight. His hand tightens in my hair as I first stroke, then cup and gently knead his balls. A hiss of pleasure, almost painful. Stroke my tongue up the underside of his shaft, loving the feel of it twitch underneath the gentle pressure. A flick of the tongue along the rim, before taking just the tip in my mouth, playing with my tongue and lips and teeth. A firm stroke at the base. Teasing, as his fist tightens in my hair, no intention to hurt, just can’t help himself. His breath now a deep growl with every exhalation. Head resting back heavily, his gasp, when I first take him fully, as far as I can, letting my hand take the rest.
“…oh fuck…Ava…..”
His voice barely a whisper, raw, shaky. Sucking in earnest now, teeth pull gently at the rim, a swirl of tongue, back down as far as I can. Growing painfully hard, his balls tighten, panting. His back starting to arch, before bucking up. A roar, as he comes hard. I fight to relax my throat, taking as much as I can, as deep as I can. Swallow.
Continue to suck and stroke, gently, even as he begins to soften, taking all of him now. The feeling of my lips at the base making him twitch again, after a few strokes. His hand relaxes in my hair, brushing the strands behind my ear, watching me for a moment, growing harder.