Moving Forward Series Part 04 - Chapter 25a - Interlude
Title: Moving Forward Series Part 04 - Chapter 25a - Interlude
Author: othermewriter
Chapter Rating: NC-17 - Series Rating: Adult
Characters: 9/Rose Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this I try not to dwell on it too much :(
A/N: As always my deepest gratitude to my beta lostwolfchats Who continues to hang in there with me as my awesome beta!
To all the awesome ladies who just recently had birthdays! A few of whom are amberfocus , wiggiemomsi & jessalrynn Here is hoping you are as blessed as your presence in my life makes me
One moment I am asleep, the next I am intimately aware of how I am stretched across the Doctor's body. I luxuriate in the feel of the hairs on his leg pressed against my left inner leg, where it is draped over his, the ultra soft hair on his chest beneath my fingertips, and the solid pressure where my cheek is pressed against collarbone, just begging to be sucked. I can't help but lick his skin and relish the in the complex flavor of him against my tongue.
I feel rather than hear his soft sigh at my touch; he has no idea how much I love these rare moments when Rose and Verity are completely merged and I am set free; he doesn't understand, but that's okay - I do. I will never let him go, he is ours. Chaos and Order may play their long game, but he is our champion in all his aspects, and we, in turn, are his. They may think they will make him their pawn but they will learn, that it is they that need to be afraid. They should recall the childish rhyme and remember to be afraid of the Big Bad Wolf.
Still, it's hard for me to see my Doctor so distressed; he is convinced that I will eventually regret my decision to be with him. How little he knows about my love for him! Still, I can be patient - I have eternity.
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For a long while, I just watch as she sleeps. I don't know if it is a sight I will ever tire of seeing. Her left hand is loosely curled on my chest, her blonde hair cascading about her face and my shoulder. I turn my head and inhale the scent of her; her hair is so much sweeter smelling now she is naturally the shade of blonde she prefers. I never told her how much I disliked the smell of chemicals on her; sometimes so strong right after she had her hair done that it made my nose burn. I never wanted to hurt her, and she has always been worth that minor discomfort. At any rate, that discomfort pales in comparison to what she has endured to be with me.
When she is sleeping like this she looks so very young and fragile, and all I want to do is hold her and shelter her from all the darkness in the universe, including mine - especially mine.
It baffles me that she wants to be with me in spite of my ridiculous nose and ears. I look old enough to be her father and, in actuality, am old enough to be a distant ancestor, yet she does not care. I have done so much, seen so much, yet nothing I have been or done or seen can begin to compare to what she has done for me; she has sacrificed not only her life but also the sole ownership of her body and mind.
Rose and Verity are both so much stronger than I am, and I don't want to contemplate what will happen when they come to their senses and realize how little I deserve the sacrifices they have made. So instead, I close my eyes, relishing for now the feel of her body pressed up against my left side. The faint smell flowers and bananas still lingering on her skin from earlier and the light comforting pressure of her mind against mine causes me a small sigh of contentment. I never expected to feel this kind connection again, never expected there to be anything but that painful silence, and I shudder at its remembrance.
'I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, my Doctor.'
My breath catches and a moment later her tongue begins to trace along my left collarbone, her lips and teeth exciting the dense cluster of nerves there, sending a wave a pleasure through me.
Enough time has passed and I know I can respond in kind, so I slide my hand down her arm to her back and then to the sensitive flesh at the bottom of her shoulder blade. She trembles as I trail my fingers up and down the area, before moving to cup the soft flesh of her breast. I enjoy her small gasp of delight as I roll her nipple between my fingers and I smile. Then she is lifting herself so she can look up at me, and I note the amber of her eyes and I know she is truly my Wolf right now and there is no separation between my ladies.
"Time’s up," is her spirited comment, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before she is leaning in to claim my lips.
As we kiss, she slides over to straddle my legs. We both moan, bodies still hypersensitive, but she's far lower on my body than where I want her.
Her hands come up to run her fingers through my short-cropped hair and I hum my approval at the sensation as she gently scrapes her nails along my scalp. Her touch sends fire to my groin, causing me to shiver as she leans in a bit further, brushing her pubic hair along my cock.
'Like that?' comes her mental purr.
I want so badly to draw her back as she suddenly sits up, and the mischievous smile on her face tells me she knows exactly how much.
'Yes!' is my strained reply as I watch, entranced, as she puts her index finger in her mouth and makes quite the show of vigorously sucking and licking it, reminding me of the times she has treated me to that suction and her tormenting tongue. I begin to squirm beneath her as the smell of her arousal increases and I make a mental note that we really need to discuss her control in that area.
The feel of her finger on my bottom lip, though, abruptly reminds me that is something for later as I feel the tingling from the moisture her on her finger. I greedily draw the offered digit into my mouth, treating it to my own oral attentions. Her breasts pebble into hard nubs and I reach up to torment them further. I'm no longer sure which of us is more turned on as she draws her hand away and I pull her down to claim her lips instead.
It is but the action of a moment to roll her beneath me. She makes a small gasp against my lips as I press myself into the soft flesh of her belly, letting her feel how hard she has made me with her teasing. It is then my turn to catch my breath as she arches her body upward increasing the pressure, even as she grips my arse, pulling me down tighter to her.
'Need!' I feel my body scream.
'Want!' is her equally adamant reply as her legs tighten about my hips.
Almost as if in a dream, she releases her grip so I can reposition myself at her entrance and, as I look down into her eyes, I practically fall into that bright amber glow as her hands seek out my shoulders, connecting us even more deeply.
Then, as quickly as time released from stasis, I slide along her entrance, coating myself in her slickness, and make the plunge into the maelstrom of pleasure that is her body, extracting a cry from us both. My reaction to the chemicals her body produces is an almost instantaneous high, and I pull back and thrust into her again, listening to her sweet whimpers. Heat and fiery impulses of pleasure explode up my cock like a roman candle bursting into my pelvis and straight up my spine, sending sparks flaring across my vision. By instinct my hands find her shoulder blades, dragging her up tighter against me and seating myself more deeply in her body, I rock back on my knees, pulling her up to sit on my thighs. The silky smoothness of her inner thighs against my legs causes me to jerk upward, and her to squeal in delight as the head of my cock strikes her cervix. Then she is squirming, her body clenching brutally tight around me, I groan. Her fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of my shoulders even as I see the lights flickering and then shutting off, plunging us into darkness for a moment, a visual sign that her TARDIS body is reacting to the pleasure as much as Rose’s.
The friction is fantastic at this angle. Her legs tighten, and she pushes up only to slip back down hard seconds later, her mind and body broadcasting loudly how good I feel deep inside her. I flex within her and she mentally whimpers, 'Doctor'. As I do it again, I feel her go rigid in my arms as she clamps down hard and she comes forcefully. It's too much and I cry out wordlessly as I join her. Every pulse and exquisite spasm is magnified and distinct as it travels though me and into her body and I feel each subtle movement of our bodies as I empty myself within her. Our breathing is suspended as she shakes in response to the influx of pleasure stimulants, which in turn causes the release of her own, coating me and sending us both even higher. I feel as her body weight pulls us to the bed and gasp at the shock of pleasure that shoots through us as I land on her, barely able to control our decent. As unconsciousness claims us I hear the thought, 'No wonder sex was discouraged!'
As I swim my way back to consciousness, I realize how much stronger my reactions have been to her than normal. There is something just on the edge of my memory telling me this is important but, my mind is still clouded, so I content myself with rolling us over so that her limp form is draped over mine. I close my eyes - there will be time later to figure it out.
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I wake to the peaceful contentment of lying stretched out in our oversized bed. I don't even open my eyes, letting my now busy brain begin to catalog my surroundings. First up is one of my favorites -the wonderfully erotic smell of us on the bedding, and the lingering smell of his pheromones does all kinds of nice things as I remember what we were up to last. My engines purr in a contentment, reflecting that of my Gallifreyan body. The perfect temperature in our bedroom means that bedding is optional but the lovely feel of satin sheets against my skin has never gotten old and with the expanded senses I now have it makes that feeling all that more decadent than when I was constrained to experiencing the universe through five senses. Tastes and smells have blended into new and very different forms. Thinking of yummy things, I can't help but think of my Thete. When we were lovers while I was still human I never quite understood his desire to lick and nibble at me, but now I truly understand his desire to taste my body. The complex chemistry of arousal is incredibly heady stuff. I shiver at the remembrance of the heights he has taken me to, lapping away in gentle strokes. His tongue should be declared a universal treasure; but no, then I would have to share, and the universe already gets too much of him.
Never enough time, regardless of us being Time Lords. I still marvel that, though I may have been born Rose Marion Tyler, human, I have become Rose Verity Lungburrow, Gallifreyan, or Verity Rose Lungburrow, TARDIS. Our mind wanders, and I re-center, as it is a far more pleasant pastime to slide naked on satin sheets that smell of our lovemaking. I breathe deep the lingering cinnamon and honey smell of him from his pillow as I touch myself in the ways he often does. My fingers roll and pinch my nipples, and I close my eyes, recalling the feel of his mouth lapping, sucking and nipping them. I slide one of my hands down to the sensitive erogenous zone along the bottom of my breasts, caressing and teasing that band of skin and feeling the blood flow increase to the area, sending out spikes of pleasure. There is only so much gratification to be had only tormenting those two areas. I much prefer his slightly rough fingers teasing my shoulder blades while I partake of the exquisite taste of his lips as we snog each other senseless.
Lost in my fantasies, I miss the entrance of the object of my desire until he with teasing announces his arrival with, “You bad Wolf, you started without me! Shame on you.”
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As I am finishing up the minor repair, I hear Verity purr at me, inviting me back to bed even as the intoxicating banana-like smell of Rose’s pheromones drifts into the control room, adding to the enticement.
As I enter the room the smell of her wraps around my senses and I begin to feel the tingling across my body that signals the first stages of arousal. I watch for a few moments as my Rose squirms and pants as she strokes her hands across her body. Then I can no longer wait and I begin stripping out of my clothes. I slide my jumper off over my head and I momentarily enjoy it’s ultra soft feeling as it slides over sensitized skin, yet one more thing for which I have them to be thankful for as it was their gift. As I look over, I see her hand trail down her belly, slow and lingering. I know that part of her is aware of my presence and I feel the subtle shift in the rhythm of her engines that I have come to expect as her desire increases. I begin releasing my own pheromones into the air, as I can't resist teasing her a bit in return.
Rose’s eyes slowly slide open and the dark amber of them cranks up my desire. I finish shedding my jeans and boots, knowing all the time they are watching me from a dozen different angles, but never once do my eyes leave the body in front of me. The sheet she has loosely draped over her shows me bits of pink skin poking out in stark contrast to the midnight blue of the bedding and I feel the hunger to touch, to taste, and to again claim my lovely lady. So, I stalk her squirming form as I move up the bed. As I reach her, I snatch the satiny fabric away, revealing that which was hidden to my hungering gaze, and breath in deeply, shivering in reaction to the waft of her scent as I do.
I grasp her ankles and pull and she easily slides into a position where I can sample straight from the primary source of that heady scent. As I draw my tongue up her center, I watch as her body shudders with a climax, the pheromones that have been dumping into my mouth thrusting her body into a staggering shockwave of delight. Her arousal in turn is setting my brain on fire, the receptors in my mouth reacting to her taste and dumping yet more pleasure-stimulating substances into my body.
I draw back as the resulting intense jolt hits my central nervous system and I rest my head on her thigh for a few moments. She is impatient though, and gently pulls on my ears in spite of me repeatedly reiterating that they are not handles. For that she’s getting snogged senseless. I lunge into her gentle tug, covering her body and claiming her lips as I clamp her hands over her head, more in self-preservation than anything else. She, I have discovered the hard way, at times is none to careful of my person, clawing at my back when the first intense rush hits as we kiss.
I stroke the roof of her mouth with my tongue and feel another rush of pleasure, caused in equal measure by the chemicals just released in our bodies and by her mind linking into mine in the intimate way of our kind. This was something I had never hoped to feel again after the war.
When Rose and I had become lovers, I would simulate this, joining us to a small extent, and I had consoled myself with that being all I deserved. It pales in comparison to this kind of intimacy, and I tremble in reaction even I as revel in its mirror from her.
'We're here now,' comes her comforting thought and I shudder again, this time more powerfully, as she strokes the roof of my mouth.
'Yes,' is all the reply I can summon, and I pour out to her my gratitude, for which I can't even begin to find the words, and release her hands so I can shift and stroke her body. As I do more of our erogenous zones line up and I feel the insistence of my member demanding its share, begging me to bury it into her warm and willing body. I resist a bit longer, just enjoying touching and stroking her, knowing that the delay will only drive us higher and make our climaxes all the more enjoyable. She whimpers as our tongues continue to duel and I again stroke along the roof of her mouth, setting off a new round of tremors. How could I do anything other than love her? As illogical as that was, I loved her as a nineteen year old human and as much I tried to ignore her sirens call, her love was as irresistible to pull away from as the event horizon of a black hole. As ensnared as I was then, now that pull is a million times stronger and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I start as she pinches me. 'Hey lover, forget something?'
'Never! You're unforgettable!' I reply to her mental questioning. 'But remember what I told you about pinching?' I ask with a smirk.
Her reply is a sensual purr, 'Ohh yeah, why do you think I did it?'
'Well, don't whine at me when you walk funny tomorrow!’
'Less talk, more action,' is her challenging response. I pull back and listen to her sob at the physical separation as I move into position, then I wait until she opens her eyes, impatient at the delay. I love to watch her eyes as I slide home. She issues a low growl of frustration as she indulges me and opens her eyes. In response I indulge us as I swiftly slide into her, burying myself to the hilt, and I watch as her eyes shift from the dark amber of full arousal to shimmering gold before the full impact of that action temporarily drowns our senses, forcing us both to go still. As we regain a bit of our senses I slip back, only to drive home again, making us groan in tandem at the lovely friction as the link, doubly enforced by our union is sending us, both our bodies’ reactions.
I close my eyes to my golden-eyed beauty as I focus on enjoying setting up a slow pace which I know from past experience brings us the most pleasure. My impatient Wolf, though, goads me with her heels, urging a faster pace. I comply as I feel her craving for a more aggressive lovemaking blending with my desire to possess her completely. I have yet to get used to not having to be so careful of her human body. Opening my eyes, I see the understanding in hers and smile in response. Focusing in on the lovely sensations of sliding into and out of her soft heat, her clamping down tight on me puts an end to my relatively slow pace and I smile widely as I finally give in to her completely.
Desisting in my caressing of her body with my free right hand, I move it to brace myself. As I do I feel her anticipation and if anything it makes me stroke her harder as I close my eyes for a moment in concentration, striving to avoid being overwhelmed as I begin a rapid fire pistoning into her womanhood and she begins to scream out her pleasure. I groan in response to the bombardment of sensations, the heat of her enveloping me, her arms and legs scrambling across my body. Her sensations are like liquid fire through us as she clamps down hard on me increasing the friction. I shift my angle and feel a blast of pleasure as it results in my shaft sliding hard against her clit and, on the in stroke, my hitting that a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her body. Her screams of pleasure stop abruptly as concussive waves of climax send her bowing up and clamping down even harder on me, her fingertips dig into the sensitive skin on my shoulder blades as her legs wrap tightly about my hips. I freeze as I am awash in her sensations and, half a heartsbeat later, my brain explodes into bliss as I join her.
Chapter 26 - Arrivals
Moving Forward Story Index 1
Author: othermewriter
Chapter Rating: NC-17 - Series Rating: Adult
Characters: 9/Rose Disclaimer: not mine, and so not making money from this I try not to dwell on it too much :(
A/N: As always my deepest gratitude to my beta lostwolfchats Who continues to hang in there with me as my awesome beta!
To all the awesome ladies who just recently had birthdays! A few of whom are amberfocus , wiggiemomsi & jessalrynn Here is hoping you are as blessed as your presence in my life makes me
One moment I am asleep, the next I am intimately aware of how I am stretched across the Doctor's body. I luxuriate in the feel of the hairs on his leg pressed against my left inner leg, where it is draped over his, the ultra soft hair on his chest beneath my fingertips, and the solid pressure where my cheek is pressed against collarbone, just begging to be sucked. I can't help but lick his skin and relish the in the complex flavor of him against my tongue.
I feel rather than hear his soft sigh at my touch; he has no idea how much I love these rare moments when Rose and Verity are completely merged and I am set free; he doesn't understand, but that's okay - I do. I will never let him go, he is ours. Chaos and Order may play their long game, but he is our champion in all his aspects, and we, in turn, are his. They may think they will make him their pawn but they will learn, that it is they that need to be afraid. They should recall the childish rhyme and remember to be afraid of the Big Bad Wolf.
Still, it's hard for me to see my Doctor so distressed; he is convinced that I will eventually regret my decision to be with him. How little he knows about my love for him! Still, I can be patient - I have eternity.
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For a long while, I just watch as she sleeps. I don't know if it is a sight I will ever tire of seeing. Her left hand is loosely curled on my chest, her blonde hair cascading about her face and my shoulder. I turn my head and inhale the scent of her; her hair is so much sweeter smelling now she is naturally the shade of blonde she prefers. I never told her how much I disliked the smell of chemicals on her; sometimes so strong right after she had her hair done that it made my nose burn. I never wanted to hurt her, and she has always been worth that minor discomfort. At any rate, that discomfort pales in comparison to what she has endured to be with me.
When she is sleeping like this she looks so very young and fragile, and all I want to do is hold her and shelter her from all the darkness in the universe, including mine - especially mine.
It baffles me that she wants to be with me in spite of my ridiculous nose and ears. I look old enough to be her father and, in actuality, am old enough to be a distant ancestor, yet she does not care. I have done so much, seen so much, yet nothing I have been or done or seen can begin to compare to what she has done for me; she has sacrificed not only her life but also the sole ownership of her body and mind.
Rose and Verity are both so much stronger than I am, and I don't want to contemplate what will happen when they come to their senses and realize how little I deserve the sacrifices they have made. So instead, I close my eyes, relishing for now the feel of her body pressed up against my left side. The faint smell flowers and bananas still lingering on her skin from earlier and the light comforting pressure of her mind against mine causes me a small sigh of contentment. I never expected to feel this kind connection again, never expected there to be anything but that painful silence, and I shudder at its remembrance.
'I'm here and I'm not going anywhere, my Doctor.'
My breath catches and a moment later her tongue begins to trace along my left collarbone, her lips and teeth exciting the dense cluster of nerves there, sending a wave a pleasure through me.
Enough time has passed and I know I can respond in kind, so I slide my hand down her arm to her back and then to the sensitive flesh at the bottom of her shoulder blade. She trembles as I trail my fingers up and down the area, before moving to cup the soft flesh of her breast. I enjoy her small gasp of delight as I roll her nipple between my fingers and I smile. Then she is lifting herself so she can look up at me, and I note the amber of her eyes and I know she is truly my Wolf right now and there is no separation between my ladies.
"Time’s up," is her spirited comment, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before she is leaning in to claim my lips.
As we kiss, she slides over to straddle my legs. We both moan, bodies still hypersensitive, but she's far lower on my body than where I want her.
Her hands come up to run her fingers through my short-cropped hair and I hum my approval at the sensation as she gently scrapes her nails along my scalp. Her touch sends fire to my groin, causing me to shiver as she leans in a bit further, brushing her pubic hair along my cock.
'Like that?' comes her mental purr.
I want so badly to draw her back as she suddenly sits up, and the mischievous smile on her face tells me she knows exactly how much.
'Yes!' is my strained reply as I watch, entranced, as she puts her index finger in her mouth and makes quite the show of vigorously sucking and licking it, reminding me of the times she has treated me to that suction and her tormenting tongue. I begin to squirm beneath her as the smell of her arousal increases and I make a mental note that we really need to discuss her control in that area.
The feel of her finger on my bottom lip, though, abruptly reminds me that is something for later as I feel the tingling from the moisture her on her finger. I greedily draw the offered digit into my mouth, treating it to my own oral attentions. Her breasts pebble into hard nubs and I reach up to torment them further. I'm no longer sure which of us is more turned on as she draws her hand away and I pull her down to claim her lips instead.
It is but the action of a moment to roll her beneath me. She makes a small gasp against my lips as I press myself into the soft flesh of her belly, letting her feel how hard she has made me with her teasing. It is then my turn to catch my breath as she arches her body upward increasing the pressure, even as she grips my arse, pulling me down tighter to her.
'Need!' I feel my body scream.
'Want!' is her equally adamant reply as her legs tighten about my hips.
Almost as if in a dream, she releases her grip so I can reposition myself at her entrance and, as I look down into her eyes, I practically fall into that bright amber glow as her hands seek out my shoulders, connecting us even more deeply.
Then, as quickly as time released from stasis, I slide along her entrance, coating myself in her slickness, and make the plunge into the maelstrom of pleasure that is her body, extracting a cry from us both. My reaction to the chemicals her body produces is an almost instantaneous high, and I pull back and thrust into her again, listening to her sweet whimpers. Heat and fiery impulses of pleasure explode up my cock like a roman candle bursting into my pelvis and straight up my spine, sending sparks flaring across my vision. By instinct my hands find her shoulder blades, dragging her up tighter against me and seating myself more deeply in her body, I rock back on my knees, pulling her up to sit on my thighs. The silky smoothness of her inner thighs against my legs causes me to jerk upward, and her to squeal in delight as the head of my cock strikes her cervix. Then she is squirming, her body clenching brutally tight around me, I groan. Her fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of my shoulders even as I see the lights flickering and then shutting off, plunging us into darkness for a moment, a visual sign that her TARDIS body is reacting to the pleasure as much as Rose’s.
The friction is fantastic at this angle. Her legs tighten, and she pushes up only to slip back down hard seconds later, her mind and body broadcasting loudly how good I feel deep inside her. I flex within her and she mentally whimpers, 'Doctor'. As I do it again, I feel her go rigid in my arms as she clamps down hard and she comes forcefully. It's too much and I cry out wordlessly as I join her. Every pulse and exquisite spasm is magnified and distinct as it travels though me and into her body and I feel each subtle movement of our bodies as I empty myself within her. Our breathing is suspended as she shakes in response to the influx of pleasure stimulants, which in turn causes the release of her own, coating me and sending us both even higher. I feel as her body weight pulls us to the bed and gasp at the shock of pleasure that shoots through us as I land on her, barely able to control our decent. As unconsciousness claims us I hear the thought, 'No wonder sex was discouraged!'
As I swim my way back to consciousness, I realize how much stronger my reactions have been to her than normal. There is something just on the edge of my memory telling me this is important but, my mind is still clouded, so I content myself with rolling us over so that her limp form is draped over mine. I close my eyes - there will be time later to figure it out.
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I wake to the peaceful contentment of lying stretched out in our oversized bed. I don't even open my eyes, letting my now busy brain begin to catalog my surroundings. First up is one of my favorites -the wonderfully erotic smell of us on the bedding, and the lingering smell of his pheromones does all kinds of nice things as I remember what we were up to last. My engines purr in a contentment, reflecting that of my Gallifreyan body. The perfect temperature in our bedroom means that bedding is optional but the lovely feel of satin sheets against my skin has never gotten old and with the expanded senses I now have it makes that feeling all that more decadent than when I was constrained to experiencing the universe through five senses. Tastes and smells have blended into new and very different forms. Thinking of yummy things, I can't help but think of my Thete. When we were lovers while I was still human I never quite understood his desire to lick and nibble at me, but now I truly understand his desire to taste my body. The complex chemistry of arousal is incredibly heady stuff. I shiver at the remembrance of the heights he has taken me to, lapping away in gentle strokes. His tongue should be declared a universal treasure; but no, then I would have to share, and the universe already gets too much of him.
Never enough time, regardless of us being Time Lords. I still marvel that, though I may have been born Rose Marion Tyler, human, I have become Rose Verity Lungburrow, Gallifreyan, or Verity Rose Lungburrow, TARDIS. Our mind wanders, and I re-center, as it is a far more pleasant pastime to slide naked on satin sheets that smell of our lovemaking. I breathe deep the lingering cinnamon and honey smell of him from his pillow as I touch myself in the ways he often does. My fingers roll and pinch my nipples, and I close my eyes, recalling the feel of his mouth lapping, sucking and nipping them. I slide one of my hands down to the sensitive erogenous zone along the bottom of my breasts, caressing and teasing that band of skin and feeling the blood flow increase to the area, sending out spikes of pleasure. There is only so much gratification to be had only tormenting those two areas. I much prefer his slightly rough fingers teasing my shoulder blades while I partake of the exquisite taste of his lips as we snog each other senseless.
Lost in my fantasies, I miss the entrance of the object of my desire until he with teasing announces his arrival with, “You bad Wolf, you started without me! Shame on you.”
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As I am finishing up the minor repair, I hear Verity purr at me, inviting me back to bed even as the intoxicating banana-like smell of Rose’s pheromones drifts into the control room, adding to the enticement.
As I enter the room the smell of her wraps around my senses and I begin to feel the tingling across my body that signals the first stages of arousal. I watch for a few moments as my Rose squirms and pants as she strokes her hands across her body. Then I can no longer wait and I begin stripping out of my clothes. I slide my jumper off over my head and I momentarily enjoy it’s ultra soft feeling as it slides over sensitized skin, yet one more thing for which I have them to be thankful for as it was their gift. As I look over, I see her hand trail down her belly, slow and lingering. I know that part of her is aware of my presence and I feel the subtle shift in the rhythm of her engines that I have come to expect as her desire increases. I begin releasing my own pheromones into the air, as I can't resist teasing her a bit in return.
Rose’s eyes slowly slide open and the dark amber of them cranks up my desire. I finish shedding my jeans and boots, knowing all the time they are watching me from a dozen different angles, but never once do my eyes leave the body in front of me. The sheet she has loosely draped over her shows me bits of pink skin poking out in stark contrast to the midnight blue of the bedding and I feel the hunger to touch, to taste, and to again claim my lovely lady. So, I stalk her squirming form as I move up the bed. As I reach her, I snatch the satiny fabric away, revealing that which was hidden to my hungering gaze, and breath in deeply, shivering in reaction to the waft of her scent as I do.
I grasp her ankles and pull and she easily slides into a position where I can sample straight from the primary source of that heady scent. As I draw my tongue up her center, I watch as her body shudders with a climax, the pheromones that have been dumping into my mouth thrusting her body into a staggering shockwave of delight. Her arousal in turn is setting my brain on fire, the receptors in my mouth reacting to her taste and dumping yet more pleasure-stimulating substances into my body.
I draw back as the resulting intense jolt hits my central nervous system and I rest my head on her thigh for a few moments. She is impatient though, and gently pulls on my ears in spite of me repeatedly reiterating that they are not handles. For that she’s getting snogged senseless. I lunge into her gentle tug, covering her body and claiming her lips as I clamp her hands over her head, more in self-preservation than anything else. She, I have discovered the hard way, at times is none to careful of my person, clawing at my back when the first intense rush hits as we kiss.
I stroke the roof of her mouth with my tongue and feel another rush of pleasure, caused in equal measure by the chemicals just released in our bodies and by her mind linking into mine in the intimate way of our kind. This was something I had never hoped to feel again after the war.
When Rose and I had become lovers, I would simulate this, joining us to a small extent, and I had consoled myself with that being all I deserved. It pales in comparison to this kind of intimacy, and I tremble in reaction even I as revel in its mirror from her.
'We're here now,' comes her comforting thought and I shudder again, this time more powerfully, as she strokes the roof of my mouth.
'Yes,' is all the reply I can summon, and I pour out to her my gratitude, for which I can't even begin to find the words, and release her hands so I can shift and stroke her body. As I do more of our erogenous zones line up and I feel the insistence of my member demanding its share, begging me to bury it into her warm and willing body. I resist a bit longer, just enjoying touching and stroking her, knowing that the delay will only drive us higher and make our climaxes all the more enjoyable. She whimpers as our tongues continue to duel and I again stroke along the roof of her mouth, setting off a new round of tremors. How could I do anything other than love her? As illogical as that was, I loved her as a nineteen year old human and as much I tried to ignore her sirens call, her love was as irresistible to pull away from as the event horizon of a black hole. As ensnared as I was then, now that pull is a million times stronger and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I start as she pinches me. 'Hey lover, forget something?'
'Never! You're unforgettable!' I reply to her mental questioning. 'But remember what I told you about pinching?' I ask with a smirk.
Her reply is a sensual purr, 'Ohh yeah, why do you think I did it?'
'Well, don't whine at me when you walk funny tomorrow!’
'Less talk, more action,' is her challenging response. I pull back and listen to her sob at the physical separation as I move into position, then I wait until she opens her eyes, impatient at the delay. I love to watch her eyes as I slide home. She issues a low growl of frustration as she indulges me and opens her eyes. In response I indulge us as I swiftly slide into her, burying myself to the hilt, and I watch as her eyes shift from the dark amber of full arousal to shimmering gold before the full impact of that action temporarily drowns our senses, forcing us both to go still. As we regain a bit of our senses I slip back, only to drive home again, making us groan in tandem at the lovely friction as the link, doubly enforced by our union is sending us, both our bodies’ reactions.
I close my eyes to my golden-eyed beauty as I focus on enjoying setting up a slow pace which I know from past experience brings us the most pleasure. My impatient Wolf, though, goads me with her heels, urging a faster pace. I comply as I feel her craving for a more aggressive lovemaking blending with my desire to possess her completely. I have yet to get used to not having to be so careful of her human body. Opening my eyes, I see the understanding in hers and smile in response. Focusing in on the lovely sensations of sliding into and out of her soft heat, her clamping down tight on me puts an end to my relatively slow pace and I smile widely as I finally give in to her completely.
Desisting in my caressing of her body with my free right hand, I move it to brace myself. As I do I feel her anticipation and if anything it makes me stroke her harder as I close my eyes for a moment in concentration, striving to avoid being overwhelmed as I begin a rapid fire pistoning into her womanhood and she begins to scream out her pleasure. I groan in response to the bombardment of sensations, the heat of her enveloping me, her arms and legs scrambling across my body. Her sensations are like liquid fire through us as she clamps down hard on me increasing the friction. I shift my angle and feel a blast of pleasure as it results in my shaft sliding hard against her clit and, on the in stroke, my hitting that a sensitive bundle of nerves deep within her body. Her screams of pleasure stop abruptly as concussive waves of climax send her bowing up and clamping down even harder on me, her fingertips dig into the sensitive skin on my shoulder blades as her legs wrap tightly about my hips. I freeze as I am awash in her sensations and, half a heartsbeat later, my brain explodes into bliss as I join her.
Chapter 26 - Arrivals
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