Die a Little Death
Title: Die a Little Death.
Disclaimer: Stolen the dollies.
Character(s): Nathan/Niki.
Warnings: Adultery. Sex.
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1173
Note: Thanks for my BFF for the beta, and please remember that reviews are love.
He says that's what the French call an orgasm and that it means 'a little death'. He says every time I meet his every thrusts, whisper endearing confessions against his lips and clench my muscles around him- he dies a little death.
He and the French may say it's about death, but to me it's all about living. It's why I sit inside the very same room of the very same hotel that we used in our first night together, and all the times after that. Here, I silently stare at my reflection in the mirror, ignoring the devious smirk she wears on my lips-awaiting to claim my little life in exchange for his little death.
Unlike who I want to be, she looks like a whore. Long blond hair framing her face, laser pink lipstick on her finely molded lips and Victoria's Secrets lingerie with its matching pair of stiletto heels. Her lengthy legs are crossed and neither of us look like a caring mother to a boy genius whose waiting for me at home.
Expectantly, a figure appears behind me. His blunt fingers trail along my bare shoulder before they idly begin to caress the nape of my neck. I have to admit it feels wonderful; so intimate, so soothing, so familiar. Purring, I look up at him and in return he smugly flashes me his white, perfectly even teeth.
I close my eyes for a moment to memorize yet another of his smiles, before standing up, snaking my arms around his neck and pressing my breast against his shirt-clad chest.
“Your late.”
Brushing my hair to one side, he whispers in my ear, “I missed you too.”
Long ago he had discovered my neck’s hypersensitivity, and ever since learned new ways of making my nerve endings do a Mexican wave down my spine. His cool hand traces the arch of my back, towards the curve of my ass, which almost makes my knees buckle with anticipation.
“ Have you any idea how crazy you make me.” he croons, his voice deep and smoky.
He affectionately plants wet kisses down my neck, warm tongue drawing circles on the fragile layer of skin, rendering husky moans from my parted lips. “and hows that?”
His hand lightly squeezes my ass, pulling my pelvis against his, pressing his erection onto my lower belly as emphasis to his words. “You turn me into a god damn caveman.”
My head is thrown back, eyes firmly closed, neck exposed for his bidding. He licks his way up my throat, his teeth scraping, sowing wet kisses along my jaw, leisurely searching for my lips. Our lips interlock in sync, and our tongues collide in an intimate and familiar lust driven kiss.
I pull myself impossibly closer to him, my nails scraping at the back of his scalp as I try to drink the life out of him. Groaning into my lips he pushes me backwards and with my back firmly rammed against the mirror, he pulls me up onto him by my thighs.
“Had a bad day, Congressman?” I ask teasingly, my voice breathless, lips brushing against his.
“Something like that”
His mouth moves from my lips down to my right breast. His teeth pull the black lace to one side and exposes a swollen nipple, before fully ravishing it. One of his hands is spread on my buttocks, holding me onto him and the other rubbing the lace between my thighs. My eyes are closed, my head is thrown back in abandon and I'm doing nothing in return other than digging my heels into his ass cheeks and enjoying the sensations he's educing out of my basking body.
“What happened?” I breath out, winded.
“Ma wants me to work on my marriage” he says against the skin of my chest, tracing the curve of my breast with his tongue and moving on to it's twin.
I look down at him sheepishly, arching my back and pushing my shoulders blades into the mirror, encouraging him to increase the pressure of his massaging fingers against my clit and continue with the attention on my breast.
“And?”
His teeth scrapes my nipple, making me yelp and him smirk contently. “I'm not sure.” a pause “I do miss Heidi and the boys...”
I meet his eyes directly, “Mm-hmm?”
He pulls up from between my breasts and begins to rub his nose gently against mine, performing a tantalizing dance were his lips almost touch mine but not quite. “You know...I love you too much to give you up.”
I lurch forward in an almost unseemly fashion, pushing my tongue into his mouth and he responds fully. I feel him withdraw his hips slightly, his hand tugging my panties to one side, then the nudging sensation of his flesh against mine. Instantaneously my eyes snap open and I almost automatically clamp my legs together.
“Condom! Must use a condom.”
“Your on the pill,” he murmurs, his hands sliding me up the mirror a little as he positions the head of his cock against my slick entrance. With my legs still hitched around his waist I lower myself onto the thick, hard, long length of him and he pushes himself inside.
Fastening his lips onto mine, he closes his eyes and as he begins pounding into me, my own eyes widen. My back scrapes against the mirror as I bounce up and down, trying to meet his thrusts. An enthralling and overwhelming need uncoils at the pit of my stomach. He thrusts deeper and harder, throbbing inside me. His lips painfully pressed onto mine, tugging at my swollen bottom lip with his teeth.
“Tell me that you love me?” He groans demandingly.
“Oh. God YES. I love you, I fucking love you!” I hiss, grinding myself onto his cock so hard it probably hurts him.
'Christ on a fucking cross, I will give him his little death!'
The uncoiling ball of electricity is zapping at my spine and I roughly graze my nails down his chest, scratching his hard little nipples from over his shirt. I'm scratching them hard enough to draw blood, because this isn't about sex anymore, this about me wanting that little death. That little life.
He's still thrusting into me, harder and faster and right up into me. I can feel him so deep inside, filling me completely. I clamp down on him hard and fast and he's starting to loudly groan all these not-so-cute animal noises. He's reaching down and pinching my clit, causing me to slam my head back into the mirror, cracking it.
Skimming my orgasm I frantically thrash down onto him, feeling the tidal wave rising and rushing forward. We're both screaming and yelling as my inner walls clench around his cock, feeling death, needing it like always.
All too suddenly my body is set alight with adrenaline, another tiny part of my soul sinking into deep oblivion. He grits his teeth and slams into me one last time, shooting his release into my aching, violently vibrating core, and we both die a little death. Together.
FIN