Fic - Untitled, a very late birthday present for ladydemando
This is for ladydemando's birthday, which was like, weeks ago. I'm sorry dear! She wanted me to write a smut fic with her and James from Twilight. This is what I came up with. I'm gonna warn you, it's different from the smut I usually write! This one is definitely NC-17.
He wants her.
He wants to throw her down on the bed and tear the lacy corset from her body and make her writhe with unimaginable pleasure, the likes of which she has never experienced before.
She peels off the black gloves, exposing her long slender bare arms and the crimson nail-polish that perfectly matches the vibrant shade of her corset. A powerful electrical sting of desire zeros in on his crotch when she bends to retrieve one of her pearl-drop earrings that have fallen on the floor. When she turns to face him, her full rounded breasts heave against the tight fabric and almost spill out.
The sexy fishnet stockings are his undoing and while desire floods his cold veins, his cock hardens painfully inside his pants. She notices and he knows it as her hazel eyes shift over him as though she is drinking the very essence of him into her mind. Her arousal is as potent as his own even though she has only just become aware of it. God, she’s incredible he thinks, he had intended to kill her, but now she was his.
Her lipstick has faded only slightly and he can imagine her dark red mouth around him, trailing kisses over his body. She’d be a mind-blowing lover, he knows. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he does. Something in the way she confidently tilts her hips and straightens her spine tells him that she would be the boss...the leader. He wants to show her what it’s like to be submissively pleasured.
She reaches behind her neck and unclips the heavily decorated necklace, exposing the column of her throat to his ravenous eyes. There is no doubt in his mind now that they are both sharing the same vivid, urgent thoughts of how they can each enjoy the other’s body. Her slow gaze is hungry now, shifting over him as though she is wondering where to feast her mouth first. Her lips are pursed; plump and ripe.
The look in her eyes is damned near feral, her breasts are heaving inside the corset as she tosses the necklace aside. It hits the counter with the rattle and clatter of beads, when it falls to the floor she ignores it. To her right, the silver handcuffs that he had used to hold her captive glint in the dim light and she turns her head to examine them. He knows what she’s thinking; she’s reliving the sexually charged adrenaline rush of having herself so helplessly at his mercy. She was terrified at first, but it didn’t take her long.
Her breathing is laboured when she steps towards him and takes his shirt in tight fists. She smells intoxicating, whether she is wearing perfume or it’s simply the scent of the blood pumping through her, he cannot be sure. Her eyes challenge him; do you dare me? They say. You think I won’t fuck you right here?
She flattens her palms against his chest and pushes him. Willingly he hits the lumpy mattress with a thud. He looks up at her and for a fleeting moment he wonders if she might be the one to devour him. She unties the silk bows that adorn her shoulders, he doesn’t like sexual torture dished out in the form of ‘waiting’, he grabs her hips and she lands on top of him, a breathless ‘oomph’ escaping her lips before her hot, wet mouth finds his. Her breasts are pressed against him, supple and creamy. He cups one, his thumb diving beneath the intricately woven lace to seek out her hardened nipple. She groans, her hips instinctively grinding against his. Her hand moves between their bodies, smoothing over his rigid shaft, pleasuring herself in knowing that she is his sole cause in this life.
She moves, shifts her weight just enough for him to remove her breast entirely from the confines of the corset and devour it with his mouth. He sucks until she cries out, grinding against him.
She clasps his jaw, detaching his mouth from her breast. Her skin shimmers from the moisture of his tongue, her cheeks are flushed and the sexual arousal is pungent in the air between them.
He flips her, sending her limbs flailing against the mattress as his large hands tear even more frantically at the stockings that, although sexy, hinder his ability to get to where he so desperately needs to be. Her thighs almost bare now, the fishnets are all but destroyed as he removes the black panties that complete the vixen-like outfit.
He doesn’t want to undress her because he likes the disheveled urgency of her appearance. She reaches for him, unsnaps his pants and releases his aching erection. Her fingers deftly unbutton his shirt, her palms splay across his chest.
Her fingers tighten as she guides him to her opening, parting her thighs further to accommodate him. The weakened bed springs give another shuddering protest as he nudges the tip of his cock inside her, stretching the wet walls of her pussy. Her white teeth gnaw on the plump flesh of her lower lip and she wraps her legs around him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing to sheath himself entirely in her warm wetness. She’s not prepared to wait; lifting her hips and pressing her heels against his back, she thrusts upwards and he is completely enveloped in the silky, soft wet flesh of her tunnel. He can feel the patent leather of her red ankle boots against his skin.
He moves, thrusting inside of her with the urgency of a man about to die from the pleasure. He cannot get enough of her tightness, of the way she tenses herself around him, squeezing him. His thighs stiffen with each plunge, her breasts shift, her tight red nipples calling to him. He drops his head, pulls one between his teeth and bites so hard that he can taste the sweetness of her blood. Her fingers lace into his hair and grip the stands at his scalp. He wants her to come around him, so he bites harder, the fierce nibbles coincide with the hard thrust of his hips. She moans and thrashes, their bodies slap together, harder and faster as the necessity of their pleasure increases. The pressure rises and he suddenly worries she might die if she doesn’t find release soon. He reaches between their bodies and rubs her clit firmly.
Her spine arches, he drives deep inside her body and freezes. She looks at him, tensing her inner walls tightly around his cock. He’s going to come, she knows. Grinding herself against him, she feels the tremors trundle through her body. He groans, emptying himself inside her in two long, deep thrusts.
Exhausted, he falls against her. She cradles him against her bleeding breasts, his cool breath fanning against her bare chest. She trembles, the burning in her breasts making her sob.
He turns, latching his mouth over her bleeding nipple and he sucks, pulling his venom out. He would leave her a human. The fucking was much better anyway.
He wants her.
He wants to throw her down on the bed and tear the lacy corset from her body and make her writhe with unimaginable pleasure, the likes of which she has never experienced before.
She peels off the black gloves, exposing her long slender bare arms and the crimson nail-polish that perfectly matches the vibrant shade of her corset. A powerful electrical sting of desire zeros in on his crotch when she bends to retrieve one of her pearl-drop earrings that have fallen on the floor. When she turns to face him, her full rounded breasts heave against the tight fabric and almost spill out.
The sexy fishnet stockings are his undoing and while desire floods his cold veins, his cock hardens painfully inside his pants. She notices and he knows it as her hazel eyes shift over him as though she is drinking the very essence of him into her mind. Her arousal is as potent as his own even though she has only just become aware of it. God, she’s incredible he thinks, he had intended to kill her, but now she was his.
Her lipstick has faded only slightly and he can imagine her dark red mouth around him, trailing kisses over his body. She’d be a mind-blowing lover, he knows. He doesn’t know how he knows, but he does. Something in the way she confidently tilts her hips and straightens her spine tells him that she would be the boss...the leader. He wants to show her what it’s like to be submissively pleasured.
She reaches behind her neck and unclips the heavily decorated necklace, exposing the column of her throat to his ravenous eyes. There is no doubt in his mind now that they are both sharing the same vivid, urgent thoughts of how they can each enjoy the other’s body. Her slow gaze is hungry now, shifting over him as though she is wondering where to feast her mouth first. Her lips are pursed; plump and ripe.
The look in her eyes is damned near feral, her breasts are heaving inside the corset as she tosses the necklace aside. It hits the counter with the rattle and clatter of beads, when it falls to the floor she ignores it. To her right, the silver handcuffs that he had used to hold her captive glint in the dim light and she turns her head to examine them. He knows what she’s thinking; she’s reliving the sexually charged adrenaline rush of having herself so helplessly at his mercy. She was terrified at first, but it didn’t take her long.
Her breathing is laboured when she steps towards him and takes his shirt in tight fists. She smells intoxicating, whether she is wearing perfume or it’s simply the scent of the blood pumping through her, he cannot be sure. Her eyes challenge him; do you dare me? They say. You think I won’t fuck you right here?
She flattens her palms against his chest and pushes him. Willingly he hits the lumpy mattress with a thud. He looks up at her and for a fleeting moment he wonders if she might be the one to devour him. She unties the silk bows that adorn her shoulders, he doesn’t like sexual torture dished out in the form of ‘waiting’, he grabs her hips and she lands on top of him, a breathless ‘oomph’ escaping her lips before her hot, wet mouth finds his. Her breasts are pressed against him, supple and creamy. He cups one, his thumb diving beneath the intricately woven lace to seek out her hardened nipple. She groans, her hips instinctively grinding against his. Her hand moves between their bodies, smoothing over his rigid shaft, pleasuring herself in knowing that she is his sole cause in this life.
She moves, shifts her weight just enough for him to remove her breast entirely from the confines of the corset and devour it with his mouth. He sucks until she cries out, grinding against him.
She clasps his jaw, detaching his mouth from her breast. Her skin shimmers from the moisture of his tongue, her cheeks are flushed and the sexual arousal is pungent in the air between them.
He flips her, sending her limbs flailing against the mattress as his large hands tear even more frantically at the stockings that, although sexy, hinder his ability to get to where he so desperately needs to be. Her thighs almost bare now, the fishnets are all but destroyed as he removes the black panties that complete the vixen-like outfit.
He doesn’t want to undress her because he likes the disheveled urgency of her appearance. She reaches for him, unsnaps his pants and releases his aching erection. Her fingers deftly unbutton his shirt, her palms splay across his chest.
Her fingers tighten as she guides him to her opening, parting her thighs further to accommodate him. The weakened bed springs give another shuddering protest as he nudges the tip of his cock inside her, stretching the wet walls of her pussy. Her white teeth gnaw on the plump flesh of her lower lip and she wraps her legs around him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing to sheath himself entirely in her warm wetness. She’s not prepared to wait; lifting her hips and pressing her heels against his back, she thrusts upwards and he is completely enveloped in the silky, soft wet flesh of her tunnel. He can feel the patent leather of her red ankle boots against his skin.
He moves, thrusting inside of her with the urgency of a man about to die from the pleasure. He cannot get enough of her tightness, of the way she tenses herself around him, squeezing him. His thighs stiffen with each plunge, her breasts shift, her tight red nipples calling to him. He drops his head, pulls one between his teeth and bites so hard that he can taste the sweetness of her blood. Her fingers lace into his hair and grip the stands at his scalp. He wants her to come around him, so he bites harder, the fierce nibbles coincide with the hard thrust of his hips. She moans and thrashes, their bodies slap together, harder and faster as the necessity of their pleasure increases. The pressure rises and he suddenly worries she might die if she doesn’t find release soon. He reaches between their bodies and rubs her clit firmly.
Her spine arches, he drives deep inside her body and freezes. She looks at him, tensing her inner walls tightly around his cock. He’s going to come, she knows. Grinding herself against him, she feels the tremors trundle through her body. He groans, emptying himself inside her in two long, deep thrusts.
Exhausted, he falls against her. She cradles him against her bleeding breasts, his cool breath fanning against her bare chest. She trembles, the burning in her breasts making her sob.
He turns, latching his mouth over her bleeding nipple and he sucks, pulling his venom out. He would leave her a human. The fucking was much better anyway.