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Title: Share Some Skin
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Danny/Maka
Content Warning: Porn, porn, porn. Don't read if you don't like sex or if your country's laws say you are too young to know what sex is.
A/N: Many thanks, as usual, to sombras_azules for being my sounding board for this fic.
Danny sat across from Kaile Maka, watching as she sipped at her margarita. First, she’d delicately lick a dab of salt from the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue. She’d then lower the glass, letting her eyes look to the ceiling, as though admonishing the lack of class that came with drinking a margarita through a straw, even as she did so. All the while Danny spoke and she listened. Unfortunately he had no idea what it was he was babbling about, so concerned was he with the placement of her lips.
“Danny?” She was looking at him with an eyebrow raised and he realized he had trailed off in the middle of a sentence. He chuckled and gestured with his own glass, as though to admit he was reaching his limit. She smiled back at him. “You want to get out of here?” she asked.
He suddenly wished he hadn’t been drinking. His head felt foggy and, if he were able to trust his alcohol-saturated instincts, he’d swear he heard the sound of promise in her tone.
He nodded and stood, maybe a little too quickly, because the room shifted. He reached out to the back of the chair he had just vacated, steadying himself. He had the sudden thought that he might be embarrassing himself, but when he gave a quick glance to check Kaile’s reaction, all he saw was the amused crook of her lips.
“Come on,” she said and, after leaving a few bills on the bar, led him outside.
Standing on the curb, she hailed a cab and then climbed inside, beckoning him after her. He sat back, grateful to be still for a moment. She didn’t say anything but, as the cab pulled into the nighttime traffic, he felt a hand settle on his thigh. He slid a glance at her and saw amusement in her eyes. He decided to let her keep her hand where it was.
The ride to her apartment was enough time for his head to clear slightly, and, as he stepped out of the cab onto the curb, he was only feeling the effects of a pleasant buzz.
He grinned as he held his hand out to help her. “Can I walk you upstairs?” he asked.
She smirked back. “You’d better.”
They walked through the lobby and stepped inside the elevator where they were then sandwiched between an old man with groceries and a teenage boy and his girlfriend. The old man pointedly ignored them and the teenagers were too busy kissing to realize there was an outside world. Danny and Kaile grinned at each other.
They finally stepped off at the tenth floor, neither one saying a word as they walked down the hallway. When they reached the door, she turned from him, her fingers slipping the key into the lock. Standing close enough to smell her, he breathed in, a mix of her shampoo and just…her, filling his nostrils. The door opened and they entered.
She closed the door behind him and then set down her purse. She turned to him, her mouth open, looking as though she were about to say something. The words died in her throat when he crossed the space between them and lowered his lips to hers.
This is what they had both been waiting for all evening. He knew it, she knew it, and neither of them was about to deny the other. The kiss was tentative, testing, and almost sweet for a moment, allowing them both to savor what was happening before it spiraled out of control.
After several seconds of feeling the softness of her lips brushing against his own, Danny opened his mouth, and ran his tongue over Kaile’s bottom lip. He heard her tiny intake of breath and decided to press his advantage, pushing further.
She let him kiss her, her mouth pliant beneath his own, until suddenly she seemed to almost fight back. Her kiss turned aggressive, and she brought her hands up to his face to keep him from moving. As she maneuvered her body against his, she pushed at him, forcing his back against the wall.
His blood was on fire, and every nerve in his body was thrumming as he felt her lithe body pressing against him. Not one to miss an opportunity, he let his hands slide down her back to cup her buttocks, pulling her closer. A second later he bent his knees and hoisted her up. She gave a husky laugh and wrapped her legs around his waist, the juncture of her thighs achingly close to where he wanted her to be. She continued smiling down at him, running her hands through his hair and bending her head to nip at his neck as he started walking, stumbling every so often as her weight and the alcohol he had consumed played with his balance.
Finally he made it to her bedroom, where he let her fall to the mattress. It wasn’t a graceful fall, and she bounced slightly before dropping backwards, her arms and legs spread-eagled for a mere moment. She sat up quickly and scrambled to stand on her knees, looking up at him as he still stood beside the bed.
“Are you planning on just standing there all night?” she asked.
He smiled down at her. “No-no, I’m not.” He reached out to her and pulled her to her feet, so that her breasts were at eye level. Deftly, he flicked the buttons of her blouse open, and shoved the soft fabric aside. It fell in a heap on the corner of the bed. Reaching around, he unhooked her bra and in seconds it joined the blouse. He paused for a moment, then brought his hands up to cup her breasts, letting his thumb run over the dark skin of the areola, watching as the smooth skin puckered and her nipple hardened.
She continued to look down at him as he played with her breasts, each sensation tickling over her flesh to land between her legs. He worked his hands over her and she squirmed slightly, a protest rising in her throat. The man had talented hands, for sure, but she wanted more.
It almost seemed like a dream, then, when he finally brought his lips to one sensitive nipple. He laved it with his tongue, stabbing at it and nipping, until he pulled back and blew a soft breath over it. The chill shot down her spine, and her knees, which had been threatening to collapse, betrayed her.
He caught her as she sank to the bed but she quickly turned the tables on him, pulling him down to her with a soft grunt. They locked lips again in a brutal kiss, teeth clicking and tongues thrashing. She reached her hands down and pulled at his shirt, yanking it from his pants. Scrunching it up, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric and let her fingertips trail up his stomach to smooth over his chest. She scratched lightly, letting her nails rake through the smattering of hair she found there.
He groaned, feeling like a man who had just found water in the desert. He struggled to prop himself up, wanting, no, needing to peel those slacks from her legs in order to feel her soft skin beneath him, but she wouldn’t let him up. Seconds later he found himself on his back, looking up at her. He grinned.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked playfully.
She settled herself over his thighs and began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m thinking about fucking you.”
Her statement, blunt and simple, rocked him to the core and sucked the breath from his lungs. Of all the things he’d been expecting her to say, he didn’t think she’d say that. It was totally unexpected and hot as hell.
Within moments she removed his shirt and set to work on his pants, her fingers brushing ever-so-close as she opened his belt buckle, flicked the button through the hole, and unzipped his fly. She reached up and dug her fingers into the waistband, dragging his pants, along with his boxers, to his ankles. His hips jerked in reflex. She glanced up at him briefly, a husky laugh escaping her throat before she turned back to the task at hand. She took off his shoes and let them fall to the floor, where his pants soon followed. He was naked and she was still much too clothed for his liking. He groaned. God, was this frustrating or what?
She leaned back over him, her lips hovering above his. “Danny, Danny, Danny, what do you want me to do to you?” she asked. Her voice was low but hard as steel.
He couldn’t speak. The connection between his brain and his voice must have failed because, although there were plenty of things that he could think of to tell her, he couldn’t articulate a single one. But luck was on his side, it seemed. Instead of waiting for him to answer, Kaile gently nudged his thighs apart, settled between them and lowered her mouth.
He thrust again as he felt her close over him, but she reached a hand up to lie firmly against his hip, holding him still. Her other hand slid up his thigh and moved to grip the length of his cock, gently stroking as her tongue fluttered against the tip in teasing licks. She pulled back slightly and blew against the wet flesh.
“Turnabout’s fair play, isn’t it, Danny?”
He tried to answer but only succeeded in giving forth an incoherent mumble. She had the feeling he was cursing her but it wasn’t as if she cared, after all, she wasn’t about to stop. Instead, she dipped her head back down and continued playing, taking him in deeper and moving in a steady rhythm.
Moments went by and she could feel he was close. His body twitched, his hands grasped at the bed sheets and his breaths were beginning to come in gasps. She pulled away again, squeezing her thumb and forefinger at the base of his cock, giving him a moment to come down and reorient himself. He looked at her, his eyes dazed.
She stood up and removed the last of her own clothing. Rejoining him in the bed, she slithered up his body and straddled him again, this time across his belly. He still had a slightly stunned look on his face but came out of it quickly enough as she plucked at his nipples.
He could feel the heat of her, right above his pubic bone, and it was driving him absolutely, fucking insane. And it wasn’t helping that her hands wouldn’t leave his chest alone, she kept flicking his nipples and tugging at his hair and lightly scratching over his pecs while looking down at him. What little moonlight came through the window turned her eyes into sharp pieces of obsidian and her mouth was turned up into a little smile of satisfaction, the smile of a woman who knows the man beneath her is completely in her control. He groaned again and bucked his hips.
She scooted back, letting her pubis slide over his cock without letting him penetrate. She leaned down to his ear and nipped quickly before whispering.
“Tell me, Danny.”
He arched his hips and slid his hands up her thighs to grab her buttocks. Kneading roughly, he pulled at her, trying to get her to let him inside. She resisted.
“Tell me, Danny. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
He took a breath and tried to gear himself to match her in this game she was playing. She took that moment to rock her hips, her wet heat sliding across him. Any thought he had of getting even with her was successfully wiped from his brain. She grabbed his chin and bent back down to kiss him, hard.
“I won’t do it unless you tell me. You do want me to do it, don’t you?” She rocked her hips again.
“Christ, woman!” he exploded. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming through sheer willpower, but she was making it fucking difficult with the way she kept moving. He dug his fingers into her hips, knowing it would leave marks, but not caring in his attempt to keep her still. She finally subsided and looked down at him, wearing her smirk again.
“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” he said weakly.
“Nah, I’m just having a little fun.”
He chuckled. “Only a woman would call delayed orgasm ‘fun,’” he said. As he spoke, he let his hands trace from the curve of her hips to her stomach and finally to her breasts. He covered them with his palms and squeezed hard. In the back of his mind he wondered if that too would leave marks, and he realized that he liked the thought of seeing her at work the next day, knowing that underneath her clothes was the aftermath of their night together. He squeezed again and she grabbed at his wrists, pulling them away and pinning them above his head.
“That’s enough,” she said huskily. “Are you going to say it or not?”
“And if I don’t?”
“Oh, I think you will.” She ground against him again, letting her thighs squeeze his hips. She could feel him pulsing beneath her and had the fleeting wish that he would just hurry up and say it so she could finally feel him inside her.
They looked at each other, neither one moving. The air was thick with their body heat, the silence broken only by their breathing. She was determined, suddenly, that he would crack first. He would. She rose to her knees slightly, reaching a hand down as though to guide him into her, but she didn’t. Instead, she flicked her thumb over the tip of him, letting her small fist squeeze him.
“Kaile…”
“Hmm?” she asked, giving him a lazy smile.
“Kaile…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Kaile, dammit, please!”
His voice sounded desperate, a tone she’d never heard him use before. For a split second she considered dragging the tension further, but realized she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, herself. Instead, she slipped down over him suddenly, causing the look on his face to change from tortured to shocked as a shiver wracked his body. She felt her own sliver of excitement wriggle up her spine and she slumped over him, one hand on each side of his ribs. She could feel drops of sweat drip from her and fall on him, but she didn’t care and she was sure he didn’t either.
After a moment she was able to catch her breath a bit, and straightened. Placing her hands just above his hipbones, she steadied herself and started moving, short thrusts of her hips. She felt his hands then, dragging up her thighs to rest on her own hips, forcing her to thrust harder, faster, deeper. She looked down at him and found him staring up at her, his gaze serious, intent.
She slid her arms under his shoulders, lying across him so she could touch her lips back to his. His arms moved up her back, his fingers landing to tangle in her hair as he pulled her closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and he took control of the kiss, using his hands to guide her mouth over his. He tilted her chin, letting his teeth nip at the flesh of her jaw before straying to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivered again, the sensation shooting straight down between her legs, her muscles clenching.
She finally broke contact, her body on the verge of climax. She leaned back, letting her hands reach to rest behind her, on his thighs. Leaning at such an angle, she could feel him more tightly inside of her and continued her rhythm, throwing caution to the wind and moving for her own pleasure. Moments later she felt her muscles spasm as she bucked hard against him. She was vaguely aware of his own gasps as he came, his hips working to reach as far into her as possible.
She lay across him again, their breathing slowing and their sweat cooling. She could feel him drawing lazy circles across her back, raising goosebumps along her flesh and making her shiver. After a few moments, she slid off him and pulled the covers over them, letting him enfold her in his arms when she lay back down.
“What time do you need to be up in the morning?” she asked.
“Probably five? I need a shower and change.”
She reached her arm out and set her clock. When she finished she snuggled under the covers, her back pressed against his front.
“Kaile-“
“Don’t.”
But-“
Danny, we’ll talk about it later, ok? Just go to sleep.”
He shut his mouth and she could practically hear him lick his lips. However, he didn’t say anything more and within minutes she fell asleep, lulled by his breath against her neck.
Originally posted in meowmix1066 on April 10, 2005 - 10:55pm
Author: dietcokecans
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Danny/Maka
Content Warning: Porn, porn, porn. Don't read if you don't like sex or if your country's laws say you are too young to know what sex is.
A/N: Many thanks, as usual, to sombras_azules for being my sounding board for this fic.
Danny sat across from Kaile Maka, watching as she sipped at her margarita. First, she’d delicately lick a dab of salt from the rim of the glass with the tip of her tongue. She’d then lower the glass, letting her eyes look to the ceiling, as though admonishing the lack of class that came with drinking a margarita through a straw, even as she did so. All the while Danny spoke and she listened. Unfortunately he had no idea what it was he was babbling about, so concerned was he with the placement of her lips.
“Danny?” She was looking at him with an eyebrow raised and he realized he had trailed off in the middle of a sentence. He chuckled and gestured with his own glass, as though to admit he was reaching his limit. She smiled back at him. “You want to get out of here?” she asked.
He suddenly wished he hadn’t been drinking. His head felt foggy and, if he were able to trust his alcohol-saturated instincts, he’d swear he heard the sound of promise in her tone.
He nodded and stood, maybe a little too quickly, because the room shifted. He reached out to the back of the chair he had just vacated, steadying himself. He had the sudden thought that he might be embarrassing himself, but when he gave a quick glance to check Kaile’s reaction, all he saw was the amused crook of her lips.
“Come on,” she said and, after leaving a few bills on the bar, led him outside.
Standing on the curb, she hailed a cab and then climbed inside, beckoning him after her. He sat back, grateful to be still for a moment. She didn’t say anything but, as the cab pulled into the nighttime traffic, he felt a hand settle on his thigh. He slid a glance at her and saw amusement in her eyes. He decided to let her keep her hand where it was.
The ride to her apartment was enough time for his head to clear slightly, and, as he stepped out of the cab onto the curb, he was only feeling the effects of a pleasant buzz.
He grinned as he held his hand out to help her. “Can I walk you upstairs?” he asked.
She smirked back. “You’d better.”
They walked through the lobby and stepped inside the elevator where they were then sandwiched between an old man with groceries and a teenage boy and his girlfriend. The old man pointedly ignored them and the teenagers were too busy kissing to realize there was an outside world. Danny and Kaile grinned at each other.
They finally stepped off at the tenth floor, neither one saying a word as they walked down the hallway. When they reached the door, she turned from him, her fingers slipping the key into the lock. Standing close enough to smell her, he breathed in, a mix of her shampoo and just…her, filling his nostrils. The door opened and they entered.
She closed the door behind him and then set down her purse. She turned to him, her mouth open, looking as though she were about to say something. The words died in her throat when he crossed the space between them and lowered his lips to hers.
This is what they had both been waiting for all evening. He knew it, she knew it, and neither of them was about to deny the other. The kiss was tentative, testing, and almost sweet for a moment, allowing them both to savor what was happening before it spiraled out of control.
After several seconds of feeling the softness of her lips brushing against his own, Danny opened his mouth, and ran his tongue over Kaile’s bottom lip. He heard her tiny intake of breath and decided to press his advantage, pushing further.
She let him kiss her, her mouth pliant beneath his own, until suddenly she seemed to almost fight back. Her kiss turned aggressive, and she brought her hands up to his face to keep him from moving. As she maneuvered her body against his, she pushed at him, forcing his back against the wall.
His blood was on fire, and every nerve in his body was thrumming as he felt her lithe body pressing against him. Not one to miss an opportunity, he let his hands slide down her back to cup her buttocks, pulling her closer. A second later he bent his knees and hoisted her up. She gave a husky laugh and wrapped her legs around his waist, the juncture of her thighs achingly close to where he wanted her to be. She continued smiling down at him, running her hands through his hair and bending her head to nip at his neck as he started walking, stumbling every so often as her weight and the alcohol he had consumed played with his balance.
Finally he made it to her bedroom, where he let her fall to the mattress. It wasn’t a graceful fall, and she bounced slightly before dropping backwards, her arms and legs spread-eagled for a mere moment. She sat up quickly and scrambled to stand on her knees, looking up at him as he still stood beside the bed.
“Are you planning on just standing there all night?” she asked.
He smiled down at her. “No-no, I’m not.” He reached out to her and pulled her to her feet, so that her breasts were at eye level. Deftly, he flicked the buttons of her blouse open, and shoved the soft fabric aside. It fell in a heap on the corner of the bed. Reaching around, he unhooked her bra and in seconds it joined the blouse. He paused for a moment, then brought his hands up to cup her breasts, letting his thumb run over the dark skin of the areola, watching as the smooth skin puckered and her nipple hardened.
She continued to look down at him as he played with her breasts, each sensation tickling over her flesh to land between her legs. He worked his hands over her and she squirmed slightly, a protest rising in her throat. The man had talented hands, for sure, but she wanted more.
It almost seemed like a dream, then, when he finally brought his lips to one sensitive nipple. He laved it with his tongue, stabbing at it and nipping, until he pulled back and blew a soft breath over it. The chill shot down her spine, and her knees, which had been threatening to collapse, betrayed her.
He caught her as she sank to the bed but she quickly turned the tables on him, pulling him down to her with a soft grunt. They locked lips again in a brutal kiss, teeth clicking and tongues thrashing. She reached her hands down and pulled at his shirt, yanking it from his pants. Scrunching it up, she slipped her hands beneath the fabric and let her fingertips trail up his stomach to smooth over his chest. She scratched lightly, letting her nails rake through the smattering of hair she found there.
He groaned, feeling like a man who had just found water in the desert. He struggled to prop himself up, wanting, no, needing to peel those slacks from her legs in order to feel her soft skin beneath him, but she wouldn’t let him up. Seconds later he found himself on his back, looking up at her. He grinned.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked playfully.
She settled herself over his thighs and began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m thinking about fucking you.”
Her statement, blunt and simple, rocked him to the core and sucked the breath from his lungs. Of all the things he’d been expecting her to say, he didn’t think she’d say that. It was totally unexpected and hot as hell.
Within moments she removed his shirt and set to work on his pants, her fingers brushing ever-so-close as she opened his belt buckle, flicked the button through the hole, and unzipped his fly. She reached up and dug her fingers into the waistband, dragging his pants, along with his boxers, to his ankles. His hips jerked in reflex. She glanced up at him briefly, a husky laugh escaping her throat before she turned back to the task at hand. She took off his shoes and let them fall to the floor, where his pants soon followed. He was naked and she was still much too clothed for his liking. He groaned. God, was this frustrating or what?
She leaned back over him, her lips hovering above his. “Danny, Danny, Danny, what do you want me to do to you?” she asked. Her voice was low but hard as steel.
He couldn’t speak. The connection between his brain and his voice must have failed because, although there were plenty of things that he could think of to tell her, he couldn’t articulate a single one. But luck was on his side, it seemed. Instead of waiting for him to answer, Kaile gently nudged his thighs apart, settled between them and lowered her mouth.
He thrust again as he felt her close over him, but she reached a hand up to lie firmly against his hip, holding him still. Her other hand slid up his thigh and moved to grip the length of his cock, gently stroking as her tongue fluttered against the tip in teasing licks. She pulled back slightly and blew against the wet flesh.
“Turnabout’s fair play, isn’t it, Danny?”
He tried to answer but only succeeded in giving forth an incoherent mumble. She had the feeling he was cursing her but it wasn’t as if she cared, after all, she wasn’t about to stop. Instead, she dipped her head back down and continued playing, taking him in deeper and moving in a steady rhythm.
Moments went by and she could feel he was close. His body twitched, his hands grasped at the bed sheets and his breaths were beginning to come in gasps. She pulled away again, squeezing her thumb and forefinger at the base of his cock, giving him a moment to come down and reorient himself. He looked at her, his eyes dazed.
She stood up and removed the last of her own clothing. Rejoining him in the bed, she slithered up his body and straddled him again, this time across his belly. He still had a slightly stunned look on his face but came out of it quickly enough as she plucked at his nipples.
He could feel the heat of her, right above his pubic bone, and it was driving him absolutely, fucking insane. And it wasn’t helping that her hands wouldn’t leave his chest alone, she kept flicking his nipples and tugging at his hair and lightly scratching over his pecs while looking down at him. What little moonlight came through the window turned her eyes into sharp pieces of obsidian and her mouth was turned up into a little smile of satisfaction, the smile of a woman who knows the man beneath her is completely in her control. He groaned again and bucked his hips.
She scooted back, letting her pubis slide over his cock without letting him penetrate. She leaned down to his ear and nipped quickly before whispering.
“Tell me, Danny.”
He arched his hips and slid his hands up her thighs to grab her buttocks. Kneading roughly, he pulled at her, trying to get her to let him inside. She resisted.
“Tell me, Danny. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
He took a breath and tried to gear himself to match her in this game she was playing. She took that moment to rock her hips, her wet heat sliding across him. Any thought he had of getting even with her was successfully wiped from his brain. She grabbed his chin and bent back down to kiss him, hard.
“I won’t do it unless you tell me. You do want me to do it, don’t you?” She rocked her hips again.
“Christ, woman!” he exploded. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from coming through sheer willpower, but she was making it fucking difficult with the way she kept moving. He dug his fingers into her hips, knowing it would leave marks, but not caring in his attempt to keep her still. She finally subsided and looked down at him, wearing her smirk again.
“Jesus Christ, you’re trying to kill me,” he said weakly.
“Nah, I’m just having a little fun.”
He chuckled. “Only a woman would call delayed orgasm ‘fun,’” he said. As he spoke, he let his hands trace from the curve of her hips to her stomach and finally to her breasts. He covered them with his palms and squeezed hard. In the back of his mind he wondered if that too would leave marks, and he realized that he liked the thought of seeing her at work the next day, knowing that underneath her clothes was the aftermath of their night together. He squeezed again and she grabbed at his wrists, pulling them away and pinning them above his head.
“That’s enough,” she said huskily. “Are you going to say it or not?”
“And if I don’t?”
“Oh, I think you will.” She ground against him again, letting her thighs squeeze his hips. She could feel him pulsing beneath her and had the fleeting wish that he would just hurry up and say it so she could finally feel him inside her.
They looked at each other, neither one moving. The air was thick with their body heat, the silence broken only by their breathing. She was determined, suddenly, that he would crack first. He would. She rose to her knees slightly, reaching a hand down as though to guide him into her, but she didn’t. Instead, she flicked her thumb over the tip of him, letting her small fist squeeze him.
“Kaile…”
“Hmm?” she asked, giving him a lazy smile.
“Kaile…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Kaile, dammit, please!”
His voice sounded desperate, a tone she’d never heard him use before. For a split second she considered dragging the tension further, but realized she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, herself. Instead, she slipped down over him suddenly, causing the look on his face to change from tortured to shocked as a shiver wracked his body. She felt her own sliver of excitement wriggle up her spine and she slumped over him, one hand on each side of his ribs. She could feel drops of sweat drip from her and fall on him, but she didn’t care and she was sure he didn’t either.
After a moment she was able to catch her breath a bit, and straightened. Placing her hands just above his hipbones, she steadied herself and started moving, short thrusts of her hips. She felt his hands then, dragging up her thighs to rest on her own hips, forcing her to thrust harder, faster, deeper. She looked down at him and found him staring up at her, his gaze serious, intent.
She slid her arms under his shoulders, lying across him so she could touch her lips back to his. His arms moved up her back, his fingers landing to tangle in her hair as he pulled her closer. His tongue slid into her mouth and he took control of the kiss, using his hands to guide her mouth over his. He tilted her chin, letting his teeth nip at the flesh of her jaw before straying to the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shivered again, the sensation shooting straight down between her legs, her muscles clenching.
She finally broke contact, her body on the verge of climax. She leaned back, letting her hands reach to rest behind her, on his thighs. Leaning at such an angle, she could feel him more tightly inside of her and continued her rhythm, throwing caution to the wind and moving for her own pleasure. Moments later she felt her muscles spasm as she bucked hard against him. She was vaguely aware of his own gasps as he came, his hips working to reach as far into her as possible.
She lay across him again, their breathing slowing and their sweat cooling. She could feel him drawing lazy circles across her back, raising goosebumps along her flesh and making her shiver. After a few moments, she slid off him and pulled the covers over them, letting him enfold her in his arms when she lay back down.
“What time do you need to be up in the morning?” she asked.
“Probably five? I need a shower and change.”
She reached her arm out and set her clock. When she finished she snuggled under the covers, her back pressed against his front.
“Kaile-“
“Don’t.”
But-“
Danny, we’ll talk about it later, ok? Just go to sleep.”
He shut his mouth and she could practically hear him lick his lips. However, he didn’t say anything more and within minutes she fell asleep, lulled by his breath against her neck.
Originally posted in meowmix1066 on April 10, 2005 - 10:55pm