Fic: "Momentary Respite" (Mac/Stella, NC-17)
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Momentary Respite
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera
Summary: Pleasure can take many forms.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual.
Mac arches his neck, eyes closed in pleasure as Stella licks him slowly. He shifts his head from side to side, as if the movement there could compensate for the urge to shift his hips-- both to and away from her nimble tongue as it traces patterns up and down his shaft. One second it's too much, the next it's not enough, and the dichotomy bothers him-- he wants oblivion, to forget, to ride the pleasure out and not remember life for a while-- but it's clear that she's going to tease and make this end on her terms, whatever they may be.
Her tongue dances along the edges of his cock, rolling up the sides and circling around the head, pushing hard into the slit, and he has to keep himself letting his hips jerk too hard forward. He cants them up to meet her mouth, eager for every little bit that she will give him.
When he moves forward too forcefully, she backs away, and the air feels cold and unwelcome on his wet flesh. He wants her hands, her mouth, anything back on him. He clenches his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms as he forces himself to settle back down.
She reaches up and places her hand on his chest as if she is rewarding him for his control, rubbing in calming, slow circles. He likes the comforting feeling, and wishes it was more than her hand, that it was her in his lap with her full weight hovering right over him, straddling him as she moves up and down on his cock, the contact providing a closer connection, something stronger.
He takes her hand from his chest and brings it to his mouth, kissing her palm and sucking and laving her fingers. She hums with pleasure and it tickles his shaft, sending little jolts of pleasure to the base of his cock. He sucks on her fingers harder, nipping the tips, and she tries to pull them away. He doesn't let go, instead tugging on her arm gently and insistently to make her come up up to his level.
She doesn't comply, instead stubbornly continuing to work her magic on his shaft and balls. He changes tactics, reaches for what he can of her shirt, tugging and encouraging her up to him. When she caves and lets go of his cock, the cold air makes him shiver and he momentarily regrets pulling her away, the empty feeling and lack of contact suddenly twisting at his gut. She settles herself over him, the familiar feeling of her smaller frame putting pressure in all the right places.
She leans in and kisses him, tongues tangling and teeth knocking in an undignified but delicious mess. He is always pleased to elicit such a reaction from her, getting a clear acknowledgment that she's just as into this as he is. He runs his hands up her back, fingers spread wide, and he pulls her against him tightly. He slips one hand under the edge of her blouse and worms his fingers underneath her bra to knead at one of her breasts.
She moans quietly in response, and he kisses her again, eagerly trying to swallow the noises she makes. His other hand drifts lower, and he's pleased to find that she's done them both a favor in ditching her pants and underwear moments ago. Clearly she knew what was coming, or at least wanted it to happen.
He can't resist kneading her ass, and she cants her hips into the touch while leaning in and nibbling on the tendons in his neck. His fingers drift down a bit further and find her wet and ready, drawing shallow lines through her folds. She moves into his probing touch, moaning and biting hard when he runs his fingernail slowly up the side. He moves his hand around to the front, just barely dipping a couple fingers into her and teasing her clit, drawing an impatient thrust of her hips. He slips one finger into her, then two, slowly moving them in and out, and she moans in response, grinding down on them. He nearly bites the end of his tongue off when she tightens around his fingers, hinting at how good it will be when he's buried in her.
He feels her take him back into her hands, giving him a couple light strokes and guiding him into her. She moans, arching her back, and he reaches up and he reaches up to support her, holding her gently, fingers spread wide and winnowing their way under her shoulderblades. She steadies herself on his shoulder and begins to move up and down, drawing him in and out of her welcoming heat.
She kisses him again, aggressive and messy, tongues tangling between sharp exhalations and nips. He lets one hand drift down her back and over the swell of her ass, riding the rise and fall as she moves on him. He slides his hand around to her front, fingers mapping her abs as they flex under her skin. They slowly drift down to her clit, flicking and rubbing the way he knows she likes as he moves in and out of her.
It isn't long before she's coming around him, cock squeezed tight in her warmth as she cries out in pleasure. Her hands dig into his shoulders painfully, but he can barely feel it through the haze of pleasure as he edges closer and closer to following her.
She slumps against his chest, curling her head into into his neck and slowly moving her hips back and forth. "Come on," she says, kissing the underside of his jaw.
The coil of tension in his gut twists tighter and tighter until he can't hold back anymore and he comes hard, clutching tightly at her hips and pulling her in against him. Everything greys out around the edges for a fleeting moment of stomach-dropping pleasure, but he comes back to awareness to slow kisses and fingers lightly stroking through his hair.
Fin
7/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories
Title: Momentary Respite
Author: gin200168
Rating: NC-17 for sexual content
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Stella Bonasera
Summary: Pleasure can take many forms.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Property of Jerry Bruckheimer, Alliance Atlantis, CBS, etc.
A/N: stellaluna_ gets fixing credit as usual.
Mac arches his neck, eyes closed in pleasure as Stella licks him slowly. He shifts his head from side to side, as if the movement there could compensate for the urge to shift his hips-- both to and away from her nimble tongue as it traces patterns up and down his shaft. One second it's too much, the next it's not enough, and the dichotomy bothers him-- he wants oblivion, to forget, to ride the pleasure out and not remember life for a while-- but it's clear that she's going to tease and make this end on her terms, whatever they may be.
Her tongue dances along the edges of his cock, rolling up the sides and circling around the head, pushing hard into the slit, and he has to keep himself letting his hips jerk too hard forward. He cants them up to meet her mouth, eager for every little bit that she will give him.
When he moves forward too forcefully, she backs away, and the air feels cold and unwelcome on his wet flesh. He wants her hands, her mouth, anything back on him. He clenches his hands into fists, nails digging into his palms as he forces himself to settle back down.
She reaches up and places her hand on his chest as if she is rewarding him for his control, rubbing in calming, slow circles. He likes the comforting feeling, and wishes it was more than her hand, that it was her in his lap with her full weight hovering right over him, straddling him as she moves up and down on his cock, the contact providing a closer connection, something stronger.
He takes her hand from his chest and brings it to his mouth, kissing her palm and sucking and laving her fingers. She hums with pleasure and it tickles his shaft, sending little jolts of pleasure to the base of his cock. He sucks on her fingers harder, nipping the tips, and she tries to pull them away. He doesn't let go, instead tugging on her arm gently and insistently to make her come up up to his level.
She doesn't comply, instead stubbornly continuing to work her magic on his shaft and balls. He changes tactics, reaches for what he can of her shirt, tugging and encouraging her up to him. When she caves and lets go of his cock, the cold air makes him shiver and he momentarily regrets pulling her away, the empty feeling and lack of contact suddenly twisting at his gut. She settles herself over him, the familiar feeling of her smaller frame putting pressure in all the right places.
She leans in and kisses him, tongues tangling and teeth knocking in an undignified but delicious mess. He is always pleased to elicit such a reaction from her, getting a clear acknowledgment that she's just as into this as he is. He runs his hands up her back, fingers spread wide, and he pulls her against him tightly. He slips one hand under the edge of her blouse and worms his fingers underneath her bra to knead at one of her breasts.
She moans quietly in response, and he kisses her again, eagerly trying to swallow the noises she makes. His other hand drifts lower, and he's pleased to find that she's done them both a favor in ditching her pants and underwear moments ago. Clearly she knew what was coming, or at least wanted it to happen.
He can't resist kneading her ass, and she cants her hips into the touch while leaning in and nibbling on the tendons in his neck. His fingers drift down a bit further and find her wet and ready, drawing shallow lines through her folds. She moves into his probing touch, moaning and biting hard when he runs his fingernail slowly up the side. He moves his hand around to the front, just barely dipping a couple fingers into her and teasing her clit, drawing an impatient thrust of her hips. He slips one finger into her, then two, slowly moving them in and out, and she moans in response, grinding down on them. He nearly bites the end of his tongue off when she tightens around his fingers, hinting at how good it will be when he's buried in her.
He feels her take him back into her hands, giving him a couple light strokes and guiding him into her. She moans, arching her back, and he reaches up and he reaches up to support her, holding her gently, fingers spread wide and winnowing their way under her shoulderblades. She steadies herself on his shoulder and begins to move up and down, drawing him in and out of her welcoming heat.
She kisses him again, aggressive and messy, tongues tangling between sharp exhalations and nips. He lets one hand drift down her back and over the swell of her ass, riding the rise and fall as she moves on him. He slides his hand around to her front, fingers mapping her abs as they flex under her skin. They slowly drift down to her clit, flicking and rubbing the way he knows she likes as he moves in and out of her.
It isn't long before she's coming around him, cock squeezed tight in her warmth as she cries out in pleasure. Her hands dig into his shoulders painfully, but he can barely feel it through the haze of pleasure as he edges closer and closer to following her.
She slumps against his chest, curling her head into into his neck and slowly moving her hips back and forth. "Come on," she says, kissing the underside of his jaw.
The coil of tension in his gut twists tighter and tighter until he can't hold back anymore and he comes hard, clutching tightly at her hips and pulling her in against him. Everything greys out around the edges for a fleeting moment of stomach-dropping pleasure, but he comes back to awareness to slow kisses and fingers lightly stroking through his hair.
Fin
7/07
Feedback always welcome.
Link to all of my stories