Fic: Slow (Ted/Mary)
Title: Slow (1/1)
Author: roland44
Summary: Smexxxor follow-up to previously posted fic Priceless
Fandom: HIMYMFBRP
Characters/Pairings: Ted/Mary
Word Count: 1175(woah!)
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: NC17 for smexxx/ Don't own anything/ Spoilers for RP haha!
AN: For all of you who wanted more -you know who you are! I'm not too good at writing smut - hope this doesn't suck too much. And - yay for new "smexxx" tag! Woooo!
The light from the living room streams into the darkened bedroom. The door’s been flung wide open in Mary’s haste to drag Ted in and push him down onto her bed. He’s caught off-guard by her impulsive, playful forcefulness, but, she notices, is extremely turned on.
So, he does like it when a woman knows how to take charge.
He pulls himself up on his elbows, kicking off his Pumas and socks and she motions for him to scoot back further on the bed. She runs her fingers through her now messed-up blonde hair and tosses it sexily away from her face, considering how best to deal with the tasty morsel of a man in her bed.
Slow...
She’s aching inside, desperate to have him inside her, but there’s something about him that makes her want to savor the slow burn for as long as she can.
She climbs onto the bed, crawling towards him on all fours like a hungry tigress, moving up the length of his body until her face is hovering right above his, the tip of her nose brushing against his in agonizingly slow, light strokes.
Desperate to taste her again, he grabs the back of her neck with one hand and pulls her face down to his, biting down on her lower lip, making her growl into his mouth in pleasure.
Her hands trail hard down his stomach to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants in swift, practiced motions, and she presses the zipper down centimeter by centimeter over his hardening bulge, causing him to whimper as she lightly strokes him through his boxers. He lifts his hips under her and wriggles a little to shed his jeans, planting kisses down the swell of her breasts as her unhooks her bra. She sits back on his thighs, straightening up and flinging her bra to the floor. He’s lying back and looking up at her, sweeping his fingers down from her neck to cup her breast, teasing her nipple gently with his thumb.
She arches her back and moans softly as his mouth replaces his fingers. Her nipple aches as he runs his soft, wet tongue thoroughly over it, teeth grazing her skin as his hand strokes up her side to her other breast.
She cries out in pleasure, grinding her hips down into his lap, digging her fingers into his back. She’s so wet he can feel it through his boxers, and it makes him even harder, the head of his erection rubbing through the thin fabric of her panties over her sensitive, engorged clit as she slowly, torturously moves against him.
He’s close to coming, so close, and all he can think of is crashing into her till he explodes, when she pulls away from him with a surprisingly languid kiss considering how she’s nearly dry humped him into oblivion. He watches as she rolls to the edge of the bed where she slips off her soaked panties, revealing faded tan lines on her toned, tight little ass.
Seeing her strip so casually with her back to him and not being able to touch and kiss every inch of her nearly kills him.
She pads over to the dresser, and reaches into the drawer, fumbling for (he supposes) her stash of condoms. He’s kind of relieved, because he has no idea where his pants are right now to retrieve one from the back pocket. He slips out of his boxers and lies there, head propped up in one hand, his breath evening, the tightness in his balls easing slightly.
She tears out the condom as she walks back to bed, smiling seductively at him as he takes her in with his eyes. He sits up and kisses her, running his hand over her ass as she settles across his thighs, rolling the condom over his erection.
She lifts herself up onto her knees, letting him kiss the skin below her breasts, leaning back a little to let the kisses trail all the way down to her belly button. His tongue flits lightly against her skin, sending tiny tremors of bliss down her spine to the wetness between her thighs.
Desperate to finally have him inside her, she lowers her body down to his, slowly pushing into him, inch by inch. His face is contorted in bliss and he lets out a long, low groan against her neck as she sinks into him. She sucks in her breath and moans softly as her nipples crush against his chest, her spine curving and hips rocking slowly against him as she delicately lifts herself off him again. He’s almost completely out of her before she thrusts back into him again, her legs tightening around his body as he sinks even deeper into her, hitting her sweet spot and nearly driving her over the brink of ecstasy.
She pauses, not yet willing to let herself go, and she kisses him under his jaw, every nerve on fire as she feels completely filled by him - his smell, his taste, his touch. He’s cradling her body close and she’s never felt this good in a man’s arms.
She’s stopped moving, and he’s overwhelmed with the sensation of being completely surrounded by her. She kisses his jaw once more, then languorously licks the skin in front of his ear, squeezing the walls of her pussy around him teasingly and the universe almost collapses in around him.
She knows neither of them can hold back much longer, and she lifts her hips again, thrusting back into him slowly, but harder each time, building up a steady rhythm that soon becomes fast and erratic as he braces his feet against the mattress and rocks back against her, his hands gently wrapped around her silky-smooth thighs. She’s burning from the friction, he’s hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust and the heat within her swells and bursts, and she collapses against him, her mind blanking out blissfully and her muscles spasm uncontrollably around him as he comes inside her.
They collapse against the pillows, spent and slightly mind-blown in their afterglow. Their limbs are still entangled, her head resting on his chest and he likes the feeling of her soft hair splayed out over his shoulder. She eventually stirs, crawling under the duvet and pulling it up for him to slip under as well. She plants a soft kiss on his forehead as he settles in under the covers next to her, flips over onto her tummy and snuggles against his side, barely able to keep her eyes open a minute longer.
He waits for her to drift off to sleep before he carefully slips out of bed to turn out the lights in the living room. When he comes back, her arm is stretched over his side of the bed, as though she’d reached out for someone but had found emptiness instead.
Not tonight, he thinks. Not if he can help it.
Author: roland44
Summary: Smexxxor follow-up to previously posted fic Priceless
Fandom: HIMYMFBRP
Characters/Pairings: Ted/Mary
Word Count: 1175(woah!)
Rating/Warnings/Spoilers: NC17 for smexxx/ Don't own anything/ Spoilers for RP haha!
AN: For all of you who wanted more -you know who you are! I'm not too good at writing smut - hope this doesn't suck too much. And - yay for new "smexxx" tag! Woooo!
The light from the living room streams into the darkened bedroom. The door’s been flung wide open in Mary’s haste to drag Ted in and push him down onto her bed. He’s caught off-guard by her impulsive, playful forcefulness, but, she notices, is extremely turned on.
So, he does like it when a woman knows how to take charge.
He pulls himself up on his elbows, kicking off his Pumas and socks and she motions for him to scoot back further on the bed. She runs her fingers through her now messed-up blonde hair and tosses it sexily away from her face, considering how best to deal with the tasty morsel of a man in her bed.
Slow...
She’s aching inside, desperate to have him inside her, but there’s something about him that makes her want to savor the slow burn for as long as she can.
She climbs onto the bed, crawling towards him on all fours like a hungry tigress, moving up the length of his body until her face is hovering right above his, the tip of her nose brushing against his in agonizingly slow, light strokes.
Desperate to taste her again, he grabs the back of her neck with one hand and pulls her face down to his, biting down on her lower lip, making her growl into his mouth in pleasure.
Her hands trail hard down his stomach to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants in swift, practiced motions, and she presses the zipper down centimeter by centimeter over his hardening bulge, causing him to whimper as she lightly strokes him through his boxers. He lifts his hips under her and wriggles a little to shed his jeans, planting kisses down the swell of her breasts as her unhooks her bra. She sits back on his thighs, straightening up and flinging her bra to the floor. He’s lying back and looking up at her, sweeping his fingers down from her neck to cup her breast, teasing her nipple gently with his thumb.
She arches her back and moans softly as his mouth replaces his fingers. Her nipple aches as he runs his soft, wet tongue thoroughly over it, teeth grazing her skin as his hand strokes up her side to her other breast.
She cries out in pleasure, grinding her hips down into his lap, digging her fingers into his back. She’s so wet he can feel it through his boxers, and it makes him even harder, the head of his erection rubbing through the thin fabric of her panties over her sensitive, engorged clit as she slowly, torturously moves against him.
He’s close to coming, so close, and all he can think of is crashing into her till he explodes, when she pulls away from him with a surprisingly languid kiss considering how she’s nearly dry humped him into oblivion. He watches as she rolls to the edge of the bed where she slips off her soaked panties, revealing faded tan lines on her toned, tight little ass.
Seeing her strip so casually with her back to him and not being able to touch and kiss every inch of her nearly kills him.
She pads over to the dresser, and reaches into the drawer, fumbling for (he supposes) her stash of condoms. He’s kind of relieved, because he has no idea where his pants are right now to retrieve one from the back pocket. He slips out of his boxers and lies there, head propped up in one hand, his breath evening, the tightness in his balls easing slightly.
She tears out the condom as she walks back to bed, smiling seductively at him as he takes her in with his eyes. He sits up and kisses her, running his hand over her ass as she settles across his thighs, rolling the condom over his erection.
She lifts herself up onto her knees, letting him kiss the skin below her breasts, leaning back a little to let the kisses trail all the way down to her belly button. His tongue flits lightly against her skin, sending tiny tremors of bliss down her spine to the wetness between her thighs.
Desperate to finally have him inside her, she lowers her body down to his, slowly pushing into him, inch by inch. His face is contorted in bliss and he lets out a long, low groan against her neck as she sinks into him. She sucks in her breath and moans softly as her nipples crush against his chest, her spine curving and hips rocking slowly against him as she delicately lifts herself off him again. He’s almost completely out of her before she thrusts back into him again, her legs tightening around his body as he sinks even deeper into her, hitting her sweet spot and nearly driving her over the brink of ecstasy.
She pauses, not yet willing to let herself go, and she kisses him under his jaw, every nerve on fire as she feels completely filled by him - his smell, his taste, his touch. He’s cradling her body close and she’s never felt this good in a man’s arms.
She’s stopped moving, and he’s overwhelmed with the sensation of being completely surrounded by her. She kisses his jaw once more, then languorously licks the skin in front of his ear, squeezing the walls of her pussy around him teasingly and the universe almost collapses in around him.
She knows neither of them can hold back much longer, and she lifts her hips again, thrusting back into him slowly, but harder each time, building up a steady rhythm that soon becomes fast and erratic as he braces his feet against the mattress and rocks back against her, his hands gently wrapped around her silky-smooth thighs. She’s burning from the friction, he’s hitting that sensitive spot with every thrust and the heat within her swells and bursts, and she collapses against him, her mind blanking out blissfully and her muscles spasm uncontrollably around him as he comes inside her.
They collapse against the pillows, spent and slightly mind-blown in their afterglow. Their limbs are still entangled, her head resting on his chest and he likes the feeling of her soft hair splayed out over his shoulder. She eventually stirs, crawling under the duvet and pulling it up for him to slip under as well. She plants a soft kiss on his forehead as he settles in under the covers next to her, flips over onto her tummy and snuggles against his side, barely able to keep her eyes open a minute longer.
He waits for her to drift off to sleep before he carefully slips out of bed to turn out the lights in the living room. When he comes back, her arm is stretched over his side of the bed, as though she’d reached out for someone but had found emptiness instead.
Not tonight, he thinks. Not if he can help it.