HELLO BEAUTIFUL

by evilgrin on 13 Jan 2006, 19:58
::FIVE::

It’s unnerving when she looks at me like that. Like she’s looking right into my soul. Never been able to look away when she does it either. Not that I didn’t try, in the beginning. Never wanted her getting a real good look at me. Figured she might see something she didn’t like. Always waited to make a woman, or a man, for that matter, drop their eyes. She never does. Her hands on either side of my face, thumbs just at the edge of my eyebrows. A little pressure. Making me look at her.

“I want what I’ve always wanted, Riddick. I want YOU. All of you.”

It’s a strange thing to be wanted, just for yourself. Not as a thing, or for something you can do, but for yourself. She leans in, kissing between my eyebrows. She only does it when I look tense. Try to relax. Her nail slips under my chin. Look up, let her kiss me, harder this time. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to let me know it isn’t all she wants. Her teeth pull on my lower lip, but gently. The corner of her lip turns up, in the start of a dirty grin.

“Take me hard, right here.”

Hard is fine too. But I’m not going to be rough with her. Not today. I love the feel of her hair in my hands when I kiss her. Softer this time. Let go to kiss her ears, the sensitive spot right under the back of her jaw. Down her neck, biting just a little, not hard. Lick the faint taste of salt off her neck. Sweat. Jasmine and musk.

Let her hands go where they want to. Slide up under my shirt, her hands cold, sliding just lightly over my skin. Circle a nipple with her nail, before pulling gently. Growl into her neck, something I know drives her crazy. Her breasts press into me, letting me know I’m right. Press her close to me, leaning into the wall.

Sweet warm scent of her need coming off her. My hand on her hip, at the edge of her skirt. Catch her eyes, a silent question between us, make sure it’s what she wants. Too awkward to undress her here, just move her panties out of the way, pulled down just enough. Don’t want to touch her with my hands, considering where we’ve been.

Drop to my knees, nuzzling her hood out of way with the tip of my nose. Wet. Very, very , wet. Press my tongue into the sweet slickness of her, my hands on her ass keeping her steady, her legs trembling, and not just because it’s cold. Pull back hard with my tongue, pulling on her clitoris, catching it gently between my teeth, before letting it go. A moan that can be felt, her whole body shuddering with it. A little more of this and her legs won’t hold her.

Stand up and kiss her again, enjoying the thought of her tasting herself, wondering if she finds it as sweet as I do. Her hands are shaking, making it hard for her to unbutton me. I do it myself, before she gets too frustrated. Normally I’d tease her, play with her until she was near screaming in frustration. Not today.

Lift her as gently as I can, under the circumstances, my hands holding her ass until her legs are comfortable, her back hard against the wall. Breathing hard, her kiss growing more insistent.

“Hard, baby?” A whimper, a nod. Tip just touching, finding it’s own way. A last look into her eyes, before driving up hard. Don’t let her bury her face in my shoulder, but keep kissing her. She’s so wet, it’ll never hurt her like this, I can let go a little. Harder, but not faster. I know the pace she likes it, the pace that will drive her over the edge. I want it faster, but won’t. Not this time.

Enough pressure on the wall, I don’t have to hold her with two hands. Hold her hair, kissing her neck, her ears. Pull at her lip with my teeth, before just holding her, and watching her come. Crying out in soft animal screams. I don’t care who hears her. Deep flutter, every muscle tight, release, tight. Her hands on my hips, pulling away or pulling close, I don’t know which. Doubt even she’s sure. Kiss the line of heat racing down to her belly, before letting myself go, her aftershocks pulling everything from me.

If it wasn’t so damned cold, I would stand here with her all night. Help her down, the bottom edge of my shirt wiping her clean. Trembling, she’ll never be able to walk back like that, not in heels. Carry her back, her face buried in my shoulder, until we get to the street, catching a taxi back to where our ship is docked.

Nothing the cabby hasn’t seen before. We can’t keep our hands off each other. I don’t think she’ll make it all the way back. Nuzzle her neck, I can feel the low growl in her, as her own animal rises. Knock on the divider, tell the cabby to take the long way.

A hard look at the cabby, as she looks at me, grins, and takes her thong off. He’s not interested, just a soft smile, reaching over, fiddling with the dash. The glass darkens. Better. I don’t like to share.

Move my knees out of the way, letting her slide between, curled at my feet. Her breasts graze my thighs, her hands follow them. A hard stroke, through the fabric, like there was any doubt I was ready for this. I’ve been waiting for her all night already. Let her unbutton me, lift my hips up. I don’t think she’ll be satisfied simply with oral, that’s just for me.

A flutter in my gut, thinking of her pink lips and nails on me. My hand in her hair, but no pressure, let her do what she wants. Her hand stroking what her mouth misses, pressure at the base, at the bottom of every stroke. Pull her back a little before I come.

Move over a little, making room for her knees, helping her up off the floor. Straddle my lap, my hips buck up, as her thighs touch me. She’s soaking wet. Low buzz in my ears, everything in me wanting to fuck her silly, and fighting to control it. She’s panting hard now, she isn’t going to make me wait.

Lift her shirt up and unhook her bra. Pull her nipples with my teeth, first one, then the other. Reach down to hold my dick, making it easier for her, try not to buck up, her hips grind at the bottom, pressing her clitoris into me. Her nipples forgotten at the moment, even though they’re still close enough to touch. Her hands on my shoulders, the pace hers, where she can control every muscle in her. Pull at the end of every stroke. I can’t help but think that she does the same thing with her hands.

Hold onto her hips, stretching my thumb back over her clitoris. She presses into my hand with every stroke now, the pressure constant. I press a little harder when she squeezes me. She’s fighting to keep this pace. She wants it faster, harder, but knows she won’t have as much control that way. I push, just a little, driving up to meet her, watching her to make sure she still likes it, before going faster.

Press my head back into the seat, grit my teeth, and try to hold out until she comes. So close, her back already starting to arch, her cries growing ragged, as she feels the scream build in her. Press into her hips, drive so deep, don’t withdraw at all. The movement shallow, maybe an inch at most. She doesn’t have the strength to raise up anymore, her thighs shaking. Her hips buck, any notion of control is lost. Squeezes me hard, wracked by a powerful orgasm, before the flutter begins, deep.

So painful to hold back this long, my roar must have startled the driver, the cab swerves. I can’t let go of her hips, she’s got some control over herself again, and, shakily at first, squeezes me gently, like I could come any more even if I wanted to. I’m soaked, all the way to my belly, exhausted, and completely satisfied.

Her breath is small whimpers, her heart racing. Pull her to my chest. “Satisfied?” An animal noise, she nods. When she gets this far, she can’t speak anyways.

The cabby has a sense of timing, it seems. We’ve been stopped for a couple of minutes. Help her off my lap. There’s no way either of us could really straighten ourselves out, just get dressed. Give the cabby a decent tip. Take her home.

She’s mine. If I have anything to do about it, she’ll always be mine. But I’m hers, too.

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