[Norwich, CT] -- Something Blue
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April 18, 2008
The text messages had been amusing, if not quite enough. It wasn't that he wasn't really used to being alone. She was just so close, so near that he could literally almost feel her, and this aching sort of need was not one he was used to in the least. He shifted, working on the computer, doing some things that needed doing that wouldn't really compromise him or his clients or make her feel he'd been...whatever. Work things, things he shouldn't and couldn't really discuss with her, but needed at least some tending to with emails and the like, if no actual work. But it could only distract him for so long, and the town was really only so big, and the park only had so many interesting things to do before he was done and ready to see her again.
The Gibson's loved Scrabble, mostly because it gave them all time to make up words just to see who would dare risk the challenge of it all. Rachel had been in the lead most of the night because her vast knowledge of words that didn't seem like actual words always came in handy. As the night wound down though she got to thinking about what Julian had been up to while she was at dinner with her folks. She excused herself for a moment and headed to the bathroom where she opted to send him a picture message down the front of her shirt. The reply she got back rather quickly showed her that he was either sitting around doing nothing, or he was working and had his phone nearby. The second shot was sent and she headed back to the front room.
The casual conversation in text messages came quickly and when the Scrabble board was too full of tiles to accept more words they cleaned up and Rachel offered to put the game back downstairs in the basement. The looks she'd been getting from her mom regarding the flush in her cheeks to the reply that she had gotten a few times was more than obvious. It was also her mother's hint of if you have better places to be, feel free to leave. Which Rachel would do, but she had promised Nicole she'd go over her Government Studies project for her. In the basement Rachel put the game away in the closet and glanced around to see the boxes of her childhood all perfectly labeled. Rachel Age Five and so on, all held little things that only her mom would find worth keeping. Her phone vibrated again and she glanced to it laughing lightly as she sat atop the weight bench her father never actually used. Now Eric swore he wanted to use it but it seemed Rachel was going to be the first as she tugged the waist of her jeans down and sent him a picture that showed him the spot on her stomach where her underwear ended and her skin started. Shoving her phone into her pocket she headed back upstairs to check Nicole's work.
An hour and a half later she was on her way back to the hotel and slipping her keycard into the lock. By passing the bar she knew he'd been in the room doing things she didn't want to ask about. Crossing the room and shedding her jacket she slipped her hands down over his shoulders and across his chest as she leaned over pressing a kiss to his neck, "Close the laptop."
He did so quite obediently and immediately, though he'd moved on to an innocuous game of spider solitaire. Leaning back against her chest, he reached to run his hands over hers, lightly up her arms. His head tilted to one side, eyes closing a bit at the kiss. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back," he teased lightly, "Or if I'd been abandoned to the tender mercies of the innkeeper and his skeptical looks that question just what I'm doing with a native daughter of his town."
Her smile caught against his skin for a moment at his comment before she parted her lips pressing the warmth of her tongue against skin, teasingly before she pulled away enough to just drag her mouth against his neck to beneath his ear. "Hmmm," she practically purred, "Just what are you doing with a native daughter of his town?" It was funny since the Mohegan Sun was far from anyone having an Innkeeper, a casino on the river resort with a spa and well... everything far from whatever he'd spun to make her feel like this was anything like that. But still she humored him, mostly because she'd been with her family all day and he'd been too far away for her liking. Her hands stayed against his chest for the moment, still poised close to his ear. Her breath warm and the curve of her smile lingering as she shifted around him, straddling his lap rather gracefully considering he'd been closer to the table than she'd realized, her back pressed to the edge a bit. Raising an eyebrow she let her arms drape across his shoulders, "Did you like the text messages I sent?"
The drag of her lips made him shiver a bit, the fact that she went along with his teasing comment making him smile. As she moved, he shifted back a bit so she wasn't so caught against the table, and slid his arms around her waist, hands resting against her lower back. "Well, what I was planning on doing was possibly going to get us a few noise complaints if you were properly appreciative," he nearly purred, leaning up to put his lips near her ear. "Those text messages got me thinking all evening."
Shutting her eyes she laughed lightly at his remark, "Oh I'm pretty sure I've been properly appreciative in the past, and I'm also fairly certain that you picked something just by color alone for me to pack, and if you can wait... perhaps ten minutes? You might be properly appreciative of your choice as well." Her hands had strayed to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp, "Think you can hold off on the thoughts for a bit longer?"
He smirked, letting his eyes fall half-closed at the scratch of her nails, giving her a lazy look, watching the curve of her lips while she talked. "I think I can restrain myself somehow," he murmured. "With incentive like that, though..." He tugged her down for a kiss, tongue teasing lightly over her lips. "All right. Now I can wait ten minutes..."
Drawing in a deep breath she sighed, meeting his eyes with a look that told him that she knew just how much trouble he was and that apparently she didn't mind a moment of it. Then she eased up off his lap and pressed another kiss to his mouth before she headed off to fetch the 'blue' from her bag and head into the other room to change. It didn't take her the whole ten minutes and she reapplied the pink hue of lipstick to her lips and brushed her hair back once more before easing out of the bathroom barefoot in the blue item she had packed at his request simply by color alone. Leaning in the door frame she extended her arm upward as her other hand trailed against her side a bit, "I still have two minutes to spare."
His mouth went dry as he looked her over slowly, from the way her hair fell around her shoulders, over her shoulders, drifting over the blue satin that encased her breasts. His eyes drifted lower, almost a caress, down over her stomach, the slip of blue that covered her below, and those incredible long legs of hers. From her toes, he started looking back up until he reached her eyes again. He smiled, slowly, and stood, crossing the room just as slowly. "I wouldn't want to rush you," he said, stopping inches away from her. "But I really am very impressed with the choices I made." Yes, plural, and he didn't even flinch with nerves at saying it.
Her hand traced against the edge of the blue that covered her breasts, a light caress, almost a teasing touch against her own skin as she regarded him with a bit of a smile that barely curved against her lips, but shone in her eyes. "I'd like to say that you have some exquisite taste Julian, and also for the record I do believe I'm pretty impressive." Still leaning against the doorframe she lifted her leg up, extending it out to allow her foot to arch and brush along the side of his leg. It lifted until she could allow her knee to rest beneath where his hand rested, waiting for him to take hold of it for a moment. He had survived her parents, her family home and part of her had started to sink in a bit deeper into the emotions she was feeling for him simply because it was that easy to do it. He made it simple, he made her want to be with him, and she couldn't even lie to herself about it anymore. Her head tipped aside a bit, her voice soft and comforting as she met his eyes. "Come here," she asked him almost in a whisper because really he wasn't too far from her as it was, she could almost feel the warmth of him radiating off of him onto her bare skin.
He shifted that final distance, fingers curling under her knee and lifting as he moved into her, unable to do anything else but obey that soft request. His other hand slid between her waist and the door, skating over her skin. "You are exceptionally impressive," he agreed, "And the blue is...exquisite. And my favorite color, so." He smiled a bit at that, his fingers lightly stroking the back of her thigh and knee as he settled her leg around his waist, fitting himself against her. He was far too dressed for the occasion, he was afraid, though that would be rectified easily enough. Leaning in he kissed her gently. "Can I take the two minutes for this?"
Her thigh pressed against his side knowing that aside from the support of his hand she really could've held it up by herself there poised against him. His touch was soft at her side, and his mouth even more so against her own lips. Smiling at his request she let her arm slink off the doorway and wind around his shoulders, "Kind sir, the evening is yours to have any of the minutes you may desire." She didn't move to him, or press herself closer to him despite wanting to. So many of their intimate moments had been brought on by her wants and needs, by her making the first move. Tonight she wanted to allow him the chance to be the one to make the demands, to lead the way to wherever he wanted her to be. "I could be your prize," she confessed with a coy bite of her bottom lip, "To take and to have."
Heated desire flared at that, his eyes lighting up as he slid them down, over her face to the curve of her breasts, then back up. It was a heady offer, really, even just as words. He was more used to it being the other way, to shifting and fitting himself to the demands and desires of those around him, both in the workplace and in the bedroom. Oh, he had the arrogance to lead, the assurance to do so, but there had almost always been someone else there, calling the shots in some way. He was comfortable with that, with biding his time, suiting himself to a need, a mission, a partner. It wasn't submission, really, so much as deference. And now she was easing it away, stripping it back. His fingers slid up her side, and around to trace the line of her bra, drifting over skin with a teasing movement. "You could be," he agreed, watching as his fingers stroked her, before flicking a gaze to her eyes. His other hand let her leg go, easing it back down as he reached for her hand to tug her to the bed.
In all honesty Rachel had never been one to lead, she'd taken the front running spot on team when they were in the field, but that wasn't really her choice it just happened to work out that way. Still with Julian she knew he felt things were more on her terms, that she could walk away if she had to, or felt the need to and perhaps that just simply played into their relationship too much. So she easily eased back and gave in because in a way all they'd talked about all the moments they'd shared had given her more insight into who he was and how she could trust him with her and that was all she needed to know.
Her thigh slid down across his pant leg as she eased her foot back to the ground once he'd let go of her leg, and then when his hand cradled to hers and tugged her toward the bed she willingly followed. Her eyes watching his hand, watching the way he moved so that she could attempt to predict his next motion, to be ready for whatever he needed from her. Pausing at the foot of the bed she pressed herself close to him, her skin no longer reacting to the cool air of the room. Instead she was feeling the warmth of his body through his clothing against hers. "Could be sounds like a questionable reply... perhaps I should be yours for the taking."
His smile was slow as it warmed his eyes. He felt oddly breathless, and couldn't pinpoint just why. Deference aside, it wasn't that different, except that it was an offer, there in her eyes, and the way she was pressing close and the way the bra and panties clung to her skin and seemed to light her up. Or maybe that was just his knowing that she'd picked it out, asked him to choose.
"I like the sound of that," he admitted, sliding his fingers into her hair, winding a strand around his finger, then letting it go, tracing back down the line of her neck, over her sternum and to the line of her bra, over each rise of her breasts, then back down to the valley between them. Her skin was warming under his fingertips. He ducked his head and kissed his way down her neck. Fingers trailing down to her waist, he eased back and then pushed her lightly back onto the bed.
All the little touches, the soft caresses across her skin caught her breath in her lungs. The warm press of his mouth to her skin curved her mouth into a smile that parted as she took in air, nearly laughing at the slight tickle against her skin. The edge of the bed hitting the backs of her knees and then the small push from his fingers landed her on the bed. Her hair fanning out a bit beneath her as she eased up onto her elbows as she smirked up at him. Her foot once more eased up against his leg, as her other leg drew up onto the bed. Her breathing felt deeper, letting the rise and fall of her chest bring her breasts up higher and her stomach to tense up slightly as she watched him. Her hand lifted off the bed for a moment brushing her hair off her shoulders, teasing lightly against the strap before settling back onto the bed. "I bet I could figure out some more sounds you'd like as well," she said with the same smirk on her features.
"I have no doubt of that, either," he murmured, looking down at her. "I know that most of those you usually make are particularly delightful..." His fingers moved to slowly unbutton his shirt, still watching her. "The more you make, the more I like them, really." Tossing the shirt aside, he moved to his pants, stripping them off just as slowly until he was in underwear, the same as she. Only then did he move to stretch out next to her, propping himself up on one elbow. His free hand ghosted over her stomach, sliding it up to cup one breast, his thumb tracing slow circles around her nipple through the fabric. With a small smile, he ducked his head to kiss her again, lips teasing over hers softly.
There was something about the way he undid buttons, and she wasn't even sure what it was exactly but it seemed effortless and almost made her want to wear things that he needed to unbutton just to watch him do just that. She never could see him running outside like she did, but she might have a few ideas of him in a lap pool, and seeing the tone of his body she was glad she had the notions. Her eyebrow raised casually as he made mention of her vocal side when they were together, but that was easily forgotten as his shirt was tossed away and his pants were being removed. Honestly she had to remember to watch him undress more often. When he joined her on the bed, his touches returned to the light caress that somehow he made feel like it was almost too much, despite her wanting it to be so much more. The path he chose, the warmth of his palm and the tease of his thumb arousing her with his motions. As he kissed her she tried not to lean into him, tried not to lift her hand to the back of his head and take control. Instead she allowed the anticipation of him to build into how she was feeling. "Able to create Particularly delightful sounds.... I should add it to my special skills section of my resume," she murmured against his lips before leaning in to return his kiss just as soft as he'd kissed her.
His tongue teased lightly over her lips, slowly tracing her lower lip before he nipped lightly with his teeth, catching the soft flesh and teasing his tongue over what he captured. His thumb continued to tease over her, but refused to put more pressure or move the fabric away. Instead he continued to nibble at her lower lip, then slid along to her jaw, slowly down her neck, teeth alternating with his tongue. He stopped to nuzzle at her pulse point, breathing in the natural scent of her, feeling her pulse beat against his lips. "I've a feeling that you could add a great many special skills to your resume, but that might be a bit uncouth of me to point out." He eased the fabric of her bra back, ducking his head to lightly circle her nipple with his tongue before peeking up at her and letting the fabric cover her again.
He was going to drive her insane. That was his plan and finally she'd seen through to it. The teasing touches, the brushing of his mouth and the slip of his tongue against her skin was going to just make her go mad, and then he'd have won. If that was really the plan all along, which considering how much she was enjoying all the light teasing motions, would be slightly upsetting. Then again she'd be insane by then and probably not really caring. Still ever subtle move he made against her skin nearly caught her breath in her lungs, and pulled in what few breaths she did take in staggered gasps. "Uncouth... very true," she replied her toes curling up against the comforter on the bed as his tongue teased against her nipple before he met her eyes again. Taking another deep breath and letting out slowly she smiled at him, the haze of want and need slowly creeping over her thoughts, "You are doing quite a job of making it hard for me to remember to breathe you know."
"Breathe," he said, flashing her a bit of a grin. "It's a very good thing to do if you're going to be able to create particularly delightful sounds. You need air for that, you know..." He trailed his tongue back between her breasts, along the underside of her bra, brushing soft kisses over her ribs. His fingers eased down to her hips and the scrap of blue satin there. His teeth grazed lightly over her hipbone, then he caught the ribbon playfully with them and tugged, undoing it. He brushed his lips across her stomach, teasing along the loosened line of her panties until he could repeat the gesture on the other side, tugging the ribbon free. Sliding his hands under her hips, he urged them up, tugging the fabric free and tossing it aside before nuzzling at her hip again while his fingers lightly massaged her inner thigh, teasing upward, but never quite touching before easing back down to her thigh.
Watching his efforts was catching her breath in her lungs, and despite his playful reminder she was still having to actually remember to breathe. Bitting her bottom lip her fingers caught into the comforter, tugging the material against her palm as her heels dug into the bed lightly trying to inch her body to anticipate where his mouth might trail to. Fingertips brushing to her skin caused a flush to come to her cheeks and light sighs to slip from her lips. She wanted to shift her body right against his motions, but she also knew that would be cheating. Her fingers traced against her skin, ghosting lightly over the lace edge of her bra, skimming beneath the satin to brush against her skin, catching against her nipple growing more erect as she watched him brush against her thighs. "Okay forget me not remembering to breathe, you're making me want to cheat... to just shift my hips so you actually stop driving me crazy," she smirked down at him eyebrow raised up playfully, "But I'll be good... for now."
He nipped lightly at her hipbone as he dragged his fingers in a slow circle against her inner thigh, letting his hand skim high enough that his knuckles brushed against her heated center just a touch. "Am I driving you crazy?" he asked, glancing up at her, eyes wandering the length of her body. "Just with this?" One fingertip eased through her folds, slowly dragging around her clit as his tongue dipped into the hollow under her hipbone. "You know that I am hardly the person to ever ask anyone to be good. Do feel free to be as wicked as you like..." With another glance up at her, and a smirk, he shifted enough to duck his head and slowly tease his tongue over her, tasting her with a soft moan as he settled between her legs, fingers still lightly brushing over her skin.
The tease of a touch stirred a gasp from her and she nearly scolded him for stopping but instead she listened to his words, transfixed by his accent, captured in the way his eyes looked at her because she was fairly certain no one had looked at her like that before. Still all the tender touches and light ghosting of his mouth to her skin was honestly doing much more than driving her to a point of lusty anxiousness, it was actually making her see him. Of course all thought went clear out of her mind the moment his tongue pressed to her. The lightest casual stroke and it took everything in her not to arch her hips up against the contact and force his mouth onto her. Instead her hands shifted against her breasts, pulling upward lightly as she drew in a hiss of air through near clenched teeth. Releasing her grip from one of her breasts she let her fingertips graze lightly against her skin over her stomach and resting lightly against her hip drawing small circles there for a moment casually attempting to tangle her fingers into his. Her heel pressed into the mattress once more, before her toes teased against his skin inching upward along his side as her knee bent slightly up before easing back down as her foot did the same. She had wanted to reply to his earlier comment, but the words had fallen from her and now that she remembered what she had wanted to say it was nearly too long after the moment passed and so instead she barely hiccuped out a gasp before letting her eyes shut for a moment. His name slipped from her lips and it wasn't even connected to any real thought or demand, just a need to say it to make it real, "Julian..."
He could feel every reaction trembling through her, the way her body tensed, the tease of her toes, the movement of her legs. The sound of his name on her lips that way made him shiver, his own breath catching a little. He wanted to hear more of that catch in her voice, more of those gasps, to know he was making an impression, know that she wanted him as truly and desperately as he wanted her. His tongue pressed against her, firm as he curled it along and over her, then slowly circled around her before easing against her again. Closing his eyes, he focused on each stroke, aching to coax another reaction out of her. His fingers reached for hers, tangling around and through hers, and tightening on her hand. His other hand brushed along her leg, then teased behind his tongue, brushing over slick, heated skin. With another flick of his tongue, he pressed one finger into her, stroking inside her with a delicate touch. She had said he could have anything he wanted, after all, and right now this was all he could think of, taste and scent and all those little twitches and sounds. She might say he was driving her crazy, but he was fairly certain he was going to fall over that edge into insanity well before she did.
The pressure of his tongue stirred a moan from her lips, from deep in the back of her throat nearly forcing her to swallow just so she could take in air again. The tightening of his fingers around hers grounded her to him. As his actions focused on her she couldn't even begin to want to silence the mewls and whimpers of pleasure that stirred from her, letting them all hit the air easily as they came to her as her hips shifted slightly trying to arch herself up to him more, her thighs wanting to tense up but instead she tried to keep them apart as her gaze drifted down her body to him every so often. The movement of his hand caught her attention for a moment before she had to shut her eyes and lean her head back against the pillow once more at the way his tongue flicked across her most sensitive spot. Then she felt that traveling hand poised beneath his tongue and the moment he pressed into her she drew in a sharp breath, nearly crying out but biting back half of it with the draw inward of her bottom lip. The hand that wasn't tangled up in his brushed once more against her breasts, feeling the hard points of her nipples beneath the satin and lace, and the way her slight contact sent a secondary sensation to her mind. Once more she eased her hips into more of an upward position trying to give him more of her, and at the same time feel more of him against her. There was a slight stagger of her breath drawn inward at his continued motions, one that came quickly before another moan was panted out from her lips. She wanted to tell him to stop that if he continued he'd bring her all the way to climax with just this, but she kept silent except for the moans and few choice curses that strung out from her lips as she tugged her hand against her own breast and strayed it across her stomach just for contacts sake.
Those were the sounds he'd wanted to hear, a flash of masculine pride sliding through him at each reaction. He watched her, eyes drinking in her expressions, the way she moved on the bed. His eyes followed her fingers across her breasts, across her stomach. The frenetic energy in each movement seemed to transfer to him, breath catching before he eased it out against her in a warm rush backed by a moan of response. His tongue traced around her, the taste of her coating his tongue and making his whole body react to the proof of her arousal. A second finger joined the first, stroking deeper into her, then retreating as he found a slow, teasing rhythm moving in and out of her. His tongue had a cadence all its own as it danced over and around her in counterpoint to the thrusts of his fingers. Lips closing lightly around her, he pressed deeper, lightly teasing over the spot on her inner walls right as his tongue flicked over her again. His other hand tightened on hers as he murmured against her, soft words about how beautiful she was, how good she felt, just murmurs of sound vibrating against flesh as he coaxed her higher. He wanted to feel her come, wanted to taste her, wanted to take her there again, to join her. His fingers pressed again, stroking slowly out of her before pressing again as his tongue circled around her.
She had stopped watching his motions through half shut eyes and finally just closed them lightly, her head pressing back into the pillow as her back arched up slightly away from the mattress. The feel of him against her sending a near tremble to her chin as she took in whatever air she could remember to breathe, staggered and sharp cries slipping outward as his finger pressed inward. The vibration of his moan in response nearly making her want to force her heat upon him fully, to make his mouth latch to her and never part. Instead she was greeted with the added sensation of another finger pressed into her, slipping into her building up a natural rhythm that she ached to assist with a shift of her hips. Her heels pressing hard into the mattress trying to rock herself up toward him more, into the pleasure he was lavishing onto her. Every slight shift of his tongue against her sent a catch to her breath, and caused her fingers to splay against her stomach, or fist into the comforter at her side. Each breath she drew in never felt like enough and every press of his tongue paired with the feeling of his fingers reaching against her inner walls sent a near shiver down her spine. Her hand strayed from across her stomach to down between sparse blonde hair to tease lightly against the wetness he'd given to her before her hand reached into his hair, nearly coaxing him against her more firmly as her hips shifted up slightly once more. Another moan of pleasure was broken nearly in half with a cry that stirred from deep within as his tongue flicked against her once more. Her words trembled out of her between heavy panting breaths that felt like the only way to get air actually into her lungs, "Julian, you're going to make me come."
He gave in to her urgings, lips and tongue moving more firmly against her, his fingers thrusting deeper. The tug of her fingers in his hair made him moan again, a shiver running down his spine at the way she moved, the sounds she made. He wanted more of her, his tongue tracing where his fingers merged with her body, then moving to tease around her clit again, flicking with less teasing and more purpose. He paused just briefly to glance up at her and smile against her skin. "I want you to come," he murmured, half confession, half direction. "I want to hear you come apart, begging me for more. I want to feel you, around my fingers, against my lips, taste you...watch that moment, and you in it." He was used to his own pleasure riding him hard, his own release shaking through him, meeting and matching her. He wanted to watch, for once, to luxuriate in her climax, to know he'd brought her to that. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then teased his fingers around her entrance before sliding them deep in her again. His tongue returned its ministrations, pausing just for a second to look up at her again. "Please. Come for me, Rachel..."
His words pressed upon her core, and his kiss so soft and attentive to her thigh, brief and almost a comforting touch in the midst of a sea of nearly too much of everything else. When his mouth returned to her she nearly shifted to the contact to the point that she ached for the feel of teeth to her. To have something to still herself for a moment but all she felt was the press of his fingers deep within her, fingertips pressing against spots she thought only she knew by heart. Her own teeth caught to her bottom lip, pulling inward in some effort to pool all of what she was feeling into one actual cohesive thought. A hissing intake of air came quickly with his actions against her, simply feeling how aroused he'd made her, how she could feel the heat radiating off of her skin. The light sheen of sweat that was present against her temples and stomach and between her breasts. He'd asked her to, and she wanted to comply with the request and it was such a pure moment of bliss that she was immersed in that it wasn't going to be difficult. Stifled moans built up in the back of her throat until they couldn't be contained and they slipped loose into the heated air, paired along side words of encouragement, of near begging him not to stop, of urging him, urging his motions upon her. It felt too quick, but still not fast enough as her body tensed and a strangled cry came to a halt as she felt his presence blossom into something she could let go of. Coiled deep within her until all she knew was the feeling of the comforter balled against her palms and the way her heels dug hard and deep into the bed so her lower half could rock against his mouth, as her climax unraveled her from within to out. All she wanted was to feel him, to allow her taste to flood against him and her heat to overwhelm him. She wanted him to feel how good he made her feel, how her body quaked with pleasure and how she tightened with such heat around his fingers. "Julian," she cried out breathlessly between sharp pulls of air, "it's so fucking good," she confessed with little effort as she rode out her orgasm feeling it flush to her skin and rush easily from her center.
He lifted his head just a bit watching her as her climax rolled over her, before letting his tongue drag over her, tasting her again, with the softest whimper back in his throat. His fingers stilled, just feeling her around him, the way her body tightened and released, the heat that rolled off of her and around him. His fingertips just pressed against her inner walls, feeling the flutter, letting her ride it out. The flush that rose up over her skin drew his eyes, part of him wanting to trace it as it rolled over her, as if he could be more a part of it just with that, but instead he slowly eased around her again, letting her coat his tongue, pulling the scent and taste of her deep into him. Only when her trembling eased did he move his tongue from her, nuzzling at her hip as he watched her. He slid his fingers out of her just as slowly, fingertips tracing over her thigh and up to her other hip. Shifting a bit more, he rested his head on her hip, lips drifting over her stomach, kissing lightly before he lifted his head again and gave her a smile. Moving slowly, he kissed back up her body, lips teasing along her neck before he kissed her gently. He curled close to her side, fingers lightly tracing up and down her side. "God, you are beautiful," he murmured, a slight trace of awe in his eyes. "Like this...and always."
It washed over her the tension and the pleasure and then a slight calm that still held within it slight trembles of what was still clinging within her. She swallowed hard as his hovered against her stomach and pulled in a breath as he trailed up the length of her. She could smell herself upon his mouth and taste the heavy sweetness of her against his lips. The way his fingertip traced against her skin, over the light film that arrived from the raise in her body temperature and the tensing of muscles in response to her pleasure, pulled at invisible strings that caused her to shudder slightly. The way he curled close to her, the way she could feel the warmth of her body radiating against his, it all made her simply sigh deeply shutting her eyes and bringing the back of her hand to rest to her forehead. The cool contact feeling good for the moment as her body tried to unwind from the complete taut pulled manner it had been before. One more deep breath released and she shifted to curve against him a bit pressing a kiss to his forehead and allowing her hand to tuck at the back of his neck. Smirking she teased her fingers at the nape of his neck, "Mmm, you're just saying that because I just came on your face." Pulling back she grinned at him still feeling a bit out of focus for the most part, "Is this where I offer to let you return the favor?"
His eyebrows went up, but a wicked smirk settled on his lips almost immediately. He gave her a speculative look, teeth slowly sliding over his lower lip as his eyes settled on her lips, her mouth. His whole body tightened a bit at the suggestion, a shiver of pleasure pooling right in his groin, cock nearly twitching with the anticipation of the images that flickered in his head. Fingers sliding up into her hair, he tightened them, just a little bit, coiling strands around his fingers, then letting them go. "It was very generous of you," he said with a smirk, ducking his head to kiss her again, let her taste more of herself, teeth catching her lip instead of his own. "So very generous and giving of you. It would be rude of me to not be just as selfless." His lips curved in a smirk again, feeling heat crawl under his skin, the pleasure he'd gotten from giving her hers sparking into more of a wildfire raging over his nerves. His breath sped up, eyes darkening with anticipatory arousal.
She let her tongue slip from her mouth teasing against his tasting herself once more, as her hand held to his neck with a bit more pressure as she rolled off her back and up to seated letting her body regain some of its control, despite the pleasurable ache that was still in her muscles. Her hand strayed off his neck and slipped behind herself to untie the ribbon that held her bra still to her breasts, letting it slip off of her easily with a raise of her eyebrow. Her hand slipped to rest on his shoulder for a moment before she leaned in close to him pressing her mouth to his, slipping parted lips against his and deepening the careful gentle kiss he'd been taking before Rachel smiled against his mouth as she parted from him. Letting her hand slip from his shoulder and down the planes of toned muscle across his chest and his stomach Rachel shifted easily to resting on her side head propped up by her elbow near his waistline. Aside from the arousal she could see before her, was the telltale near twitch of anticipation that made her lean down to his lap letting her mouth ease over him rather quickly. Her tongue pressing against the length of him as she took him as deep as she could before drawing herself up off of him with a slow pull from her cheeks leaving him slick with her saliva. Her hands pressed to his thighs, looking up at him before she shifted her position once more bringing her mouth to his ears, "Tell me what you want Julian, I can be on my knees for you." Her words were laced with a heavy breathing and the tease of her tongue to his earlobe before she continued, "I can lay alongside you... perch in your lap... tell me, I want to please you."
His eyes fell closed at the first touch of her mouth, brows pulling together and mouth going a trifle slack as a moan escaped. His hips pressed upward of their own volition, and he almost whimpered when she pulled away. Her words took a moment to penetrate, and he opened his eyes to watch her for a moment. He wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to think with the memory of her mouth on him, the slick feel she left, the way he knew he was harder just from that moment. And she wanted an answer to her question, when all he wanted was her mouth on him again, anyway she wanted to put it there. But he swallowed, his fingers sliding into her hair, head tilting for her mouth, shaking his head a little as he tried to clear it, to tell her to do whatever she wished to do. "I..." He swallowed and felt the slightest shiver run over him. He ached, literally, for the feel of her on him again and bit his lower lip as another moan of anticipation worked itself out of him. "God, Rachel..." He pulled back a little, getting some control, eyes darkening with lust as he met hers, then kissed her harder, teeth catching her lower lip. "On your knees...please."
The reaction of him alone was nearly enough to give Rachel an extremely big smirk of satisfaction for a moment while he stumbled for his words. The slip of his fingers into her hair, the stutter of words and the near inability to answer her nearly gave her a flush of pride. His mouth collided with hers for a moment the intent of his kiss something intense and needing, before his request slipped through. She obliged him easily, moving off the side of the bed, and watching him move toward the edge to as she knelt before him. Her eyes blue and bright shone up at him as she gathered her hair away from her features, twisting it loosely against her back. Rising up a bit to meet his body her hands ran across his thighs and lightly up against his hips. Her mouth pressed to his thigh softly for a moment as her hand moved to run the length of him taking a light hold before she slipped her mouth over him once more. Her hand slipped off of his cock and returned to his thigh, thumbs straying with subtle motions as her mouth took him in deeper. The press of her tongue against him, the light drag of teeth that was so slight it was barely contact. As she moved her mouth along him she let the draw of her cheeks pull in tighter around him, the sheer pull of her mouth forcing him into her mouth once more. The feel of him against her tongue and nearly pressing to the back of her throat stirred a moan of pleasure from her that vibrated against him held in the warmth of her mouth. Her eyes looked up at him once more through half shut lids heavy with the lust she could feel rolling off of him, and at the slight push his hips had into her mouth that she felt when she'd pull back from him. Rachel hummed another moan against him, swallowing against him just to take that slickness that came from him into her, to taste him, all of him.
He braced himself on the bed with one hand, leaning back just a little to watch her. He wanted to hold her eyes, drink in the sensual expression in them, but his gaze flickered back to her lips, her mouth, the way they were wrapped around his cock. His breath, already uneven from her earlier touches, quickened, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Teeth catching his bottom lip, he bit back a moan that escaped anyway as he arched his hips up just a little. He reached out almost blindly with his other hand, fingers brushing lightly through her hair, tightening for a moment as if he would guide her, then loosening, sliding away, little uneven touches pulled out of the swirling vortex of pleasure that pulsed behind each breath. Another moan slid out at the sound that vibrated over him, a shudder rocking through him. He tried to catch his breath, but any sort of control was slipping away. Pleasure sparked up and down his nerves, coiling and tightening in his core. Her mouth was so hot around him, wet and slick and an entirely different sort of sensation than when he was buried inside of her. Each hum of hers made him gasp, a little shock of need making his hips jerk. "Rachel..." His fingers found her hair again, trembling a little as he opened his eyes half way, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth, then reappeared, slick and wet.
She heard her name slip from his mouth and the tone in it matching to the sounds he was making in response to her motions against him. Her thumb rolled across his skin as her hand inched up against his thigh. She let her tongue press against his cock, as it was buried deep into her mouth. Curving around him, and letting the tip of it catch to the sensitive edge of his head as she pulled her mouth up away from him. Teasing her tongue around his head she met his eyes once more as her mouth pressed to him, and let the pressure of him against her mouth tug at her lips, as she slipped down the length of him again. Her hand moved to hold him her thumb straying up against him, then down to brush at the base of his shaft. Beginning to build up a cadence against him, Rachel let the draw of her cheeks pull herself down onto him. She took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling him nearly at the back of her throat before letting her mouth slip off of him and then return once more. She continued onto him, pulling with her cheeks and teasing with her tongue, as her fingers shifted to rest her palm back to his thigh with a bit of a harder grip. Her pace continued to build, her eyes straying up to meet his gaze every few strokes off of him before dropping to look to him as he was taken out of her mouth. The sight of him wet with her efforts began to arouse her once more. Feeling him hard against her tongue, the heat of his skin, the slight salt taste that lingered all of it made her a bit light headed as she let another moan hum onto his cock.
He whimpered, then, hips arching again with that low moan. His fingers twisted in her hair, tangling there. The heat from her movements slid under his skin, a flush creeping up over him. His breath caught, and when he let it out, he knew each exhale was a moan. The suction from her mouth was nearly maddening, and his hips writhed a little, unable to stay still. He'd already been hard just from his attentions to her, wanting her almost desperately from the moment she'd come out of the bedroom. It all coiled up inside of him, and he went back to biting his lower lip though it did nothing to stop the sounds escaping him. The sight of her, the feel of her mouth, her tongue, the way her fingers rubbed over him, the sounds she was making around him all combined into an intoxicating whole that made him want to lose himself in her mouth. The fingers of the hand bracing him curled, nails biting into his palm as he tried to hold back the rush of pleasure, wanting this to last, needing it to. He slid his fingers out of her hair to brush lightly down her cheek, even as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, feeling his back arch a little, hips rocking just slightly, as small shivers started to run over his skin, the closer he moved to falling over the edge and giving in to the need to spill into her mouth.
The tug within her hair was subtle, not urging her head away from him so her motions continued. The press of her tongue, the slight rotation that she'd slipped into her repeated pulls of him into her mouth, all of it was being enjoyed by him. She could tell simply from the sounds he made and the movement of his hips raising up. Rachel shut her eyes, taking in a breath and swallowing against him once more, nearly aching for him to give into her actions, to bring him to completion the way he'd brought her. When his fingers left her hair she lifted her eyes once more, the feeling of his touch to her cheek let her see his head fall back. She smiled slightly her lips curving up as she nearly let him withdraw from her mouth altogether. She slipped along the length of him again then upwards until he was free from the warmth of her mouth. Her hand took hold of him, continuing a steady stroke along him as she tugged her hair away from her mouth, pulling it back behind her shoulders. She let her mouth hover against the tip of him, lips pressed to him softly. "Julian," her words whispered out of her barely above a whisper. "I want you to..." she continued as her mouth pressed to him, light touches still looking up at him to see him let her know what he wanted.
The whisper of her breath over the sensitive head of his cock made him whimper again, his body twitching in response. "I'm going to come..." It was a whispered warning. He wanted her mouth, the depth and the heat of it, and his hips pressed upward against her lips in entreaty, eyes meeting hers, though the warning said she could bring him there with fingers if she preferred. He just couldn't bear it if she stopped. His teeth caught his lower lip, fingers sliding back into her hair, as if unable to hold still, to focus his touches. "Please, Rachel..." He swallowed, trying to find words. "'M so close..." His hips rocked again, seeking the friction of her fingers, anything but this paused stillness when he could feel everything coiling inside of him and waiting to explode along his nerves. "God, I need you..."
There was something that nearly undid her in hearing the tone of near begging that was slipping from Julian. It was very unlike him, very much a loss of control that Rachel savored in taking away from him. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, teasing against him feeling the slight tremor in him. Her mouth curved up into a smirk against the tip of him, her eyes watching his expression, the way he was faltering from a lack of her. Her fingers slipped against him again as her lips parted. Letting her tongue press against him first before she took him into the warmth of her mouth. Slipping him back into her stirred a moan of satisfaction from her, knowing his needs, knowing how much he wanted her was intoxicating. It made her light headed and all she wanted was him, all she wanted was to please him. The draw of her cheeks was near natural at this point, pulling against the length of him. Her head shifted slightly as her eyes fluttered shut, the heat of his cock hard in her mouth pressed firm to her tongue and the urging of his hips upward slightly, all of that making her moan once more the sound vibrating against him for a moment before she swallowed once more. The pull urging him to spill, to let her taste him to take him into her and take away what little control he had left. Her thoughts were swimming with words she wished she could say to him, of phrases to tell him how good he felt, how hot it made her to feel him like this. To match his begging of her not to stop with her pleas of him to come, all she wanted was that moment, all she ached for was for him to let go. Drawing upward along his cock once more she let her teeth rake lightly behind the press of her tongue. Meeting to the ridge of his head, her tongue trailed against it for a moment before once more taking him in fully, another swallow pulling at him, as her eyes looked back up to him, to watch him, to never let her gaze falter trying to express how badly she wanted him with the dark intent in her eyes.
He met her eyes, his dark with a desperate lust and need. The scrape of her teeth made him cry out, and the following movements shattered what was left of his control. His hips jerked and his fingers tightened in her hair as his eyes fell closed. His back arched, his whole body tensing, and he clutched at the bedspread more tightly. His skin was too hot, his nerves tingling too much, the pleasure too intense, building as it had been. The moan that ripped from his throat changed itself into a broken sort of cry as his climax tore through him. He could feel her mouth around him and yet distant at the same time as he tumbled over the edge. His fingers slid out of her hair, curling more against the bedspread as the whole world seemed to come undone, focused utterly on her and the way she coaxed each reaction out of him. His breath was coming out harsh, pulled from him in an almost sob as he felt himself spill into her mouth. He stayed tense, arched until the shudders settled, pulling all the tension out of him. Collapsing back on the bed, he tried to catch his breath, sparks of pleasure seeming to radiate out from her mouth on him along each of his other extremities.
Every reaction he had she wanted to commit to memory, to let it burn into her mind as much as it burned across her skin. His climax flooded to the back of her throat as she took it in swallowing against him, and coaxing him along further, her fingers resting at the base of his shaft, thumb straying across him as she allowed him to continue into her. As his body tensed she kept her mouth tight against him pulling everything in her taut in response to his own actions, his own body coming undone right before her. The sounds he made, the sheer rawness of it all echoed through her. When his body fell back away from her Rachel shifted upward a bit, her mouth still clung to him, feeling his entire body relax as she let her tongue drag against him as she pulled up off of him. Pressing her tongue to a point she let it run under the length of him, teasing lightly before pressing her mouth to his thigh then up against his hipbone. Inching onto the bed beside him she let her mouth kiss softly beneath his navel, rising up along his body until she settled beside him, letting her leg tangle against his. Her mouth settled into the curve of his neck resting there as she watched his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.
The touch of her tongue as she let him go made another whimper push its way out of him, a shiver running down his spine at the stimulation of sensitive skin. He knew when she moved up his body, one arm sliding around her, his leg making room for the tangling with hers. Getting his breath to even out was nearly impossible, and he gave up consciously attempting the task, letting it stutter along as it would at a rapid pace. He kept his eyes closed, letting the world right itself, even as he tried to cling to the sensation. She was a warm weight against him, an anchor, and when he moved it was just to curve into her more, his other arm joining the first around her to hold her against him. His fingers absently traced her spine and flitted into her hair as he let the warmth in the wake of his climax wash over him and attempt to tug him under the tide of sensation, fighting the insistent tug toward oblivion, completely sated for the moment.
Her legs hung slightly off the edge of the bed a bit, before she drew them up. Shifting a bit to lie on her back she could feel her toes skirting aside his thighs as her breathing eased to something more familiar. Her fingertips drew against her lips, resting there for a moment as she took in a breath before reaching for his elbow connecting to him as she shifted onto her side, trying to pull him with her, flush to her back. Holding onto his arm Rachel let her grip slip along his forearm until her fingers laced into his pressing them to her sternum, as she exhaled shutting her eyes trying to just sink into the comforts of the bed, and the warmth of him against her. As much as she wanted to shift up further on the bed to reach her hand for a pillow, she instead just arched her back a bit, pressing to him further, completely satisfied to stay right with him like this.
He shifted with her, curling around her close, letting her place his hand wherever she wanted it. His arm tightened a bit around her, holding her close against him as he sighed just a bit. He did reach his other arm up, snagging a pillow and lifting them both just enough to ease it under their heads before he closed his eyes again and snuggled down. He nuzzled just a bit at the back of her neck, stifling a bit of a yawn. Part of him felt he should say something, anything. But she was warm against him and the bed was comfortable, and he thought if he just laid here for a bit, he'd be able to come up with something appropriately clever to say, only then thought itself slid away as he found himself falling very soundly asleep.
my_strappyshoes. NSFW]April 18, 2008
The text messages had been amusing, if not quite enough. It wasn't that he wasn't really used to being alone. She was just so close, so near that he could literally almost feel her, and this aching sort of need was not one he was used to in the least. He shifted, working on the computer, doing some things that needed doing that wouldn't really compromise him or his clients or make her feel he'd been...whatever. Work things, things he shouldn't and couldn't really discuss with her, but needed at least some tending to with emails and the like, if no actual work. But it could only distract him for so long, and the town was really only so big, and the park only had so many interesting things to do before he was done and ready to see her again.
The Gibson's loved Scrabble, mostly because it gave them all time to make up words just to see who would dare risk the challenge of it all. Rachel had been in the lead most of the night because her vast knowledge of words that didn't seem like actual words always came in handy. As the night wound down though she got to thinking about what Julian had been up to while she was at dinner with her folks. She excused herself for a moment and headed to the bathroom where she opted to send him a picture message down the front of her shirt. The reply she got back rather quickly showed her that he was either sitting around doing nothing, or he was working and had his phone nearby. The second shot was sent and she headed back to the front room.
The casual conversation in text messages came quickly and when the Scrabble board was too full of tiles to accept more words they cleaned up and Rachel offered to put the game back downstairs in the basement. The looks she'd been getting from her mom regarding the flush in her cheeks to the reply that she had gotten a few times was more than obvious. It was also her mother's hint of if you have better places to be, feel free to leave. Which Rachel would do, but she had promised Nicole she'd go over her Government Studies project for her. In the basement Rachel put the game away in the closet and glanced around to see the boxes of her childhood all perfectly labeled. Rachel Age Five and so on, all held little things that only her mom would find worth keeping. Her phone vibrated again and she glanced to it laughing lightly as she sat atop the weight bench her father never actually used. Now Eric swore he wanted to use it but it seemed Rachel was going to be the first as she tugged the waist of her jeans down and sent him a picture that showed him the spot on her stomach where her underwear ended and her skin started. Shoving her phone into her pocket she headed back upstairs to check Nicole's work.
An hour and a half later she was on her way back to the hotel and slipping her keycard into the lock. By passing the bar she knew he'd been in the room doing things she didn't want to ask about. Crossing the room and shedding her jacket she slipped her hands down over his shoulders and across his chest as she leaned over pressing a kiss to his neck, "Close the laptop."
He did so quite obediently and immediately, though he'd moved on to an innocuous game of spider solitaire. Leaning back against her chest, he reached to run his hands over hers, lightly up her arms. His head tilted to one side, eyes closing a bit at the kiss. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back," he teased lightly, "Or if I'd been abandoned to the tender mercies of the innkeeper and his skeptical looks that question just what I'm doing with a native daughter of his town."
Her smile caught against his skin for a moment at his comment before she parted her lips pressing the warmth of her tongue against skin, teasingly before she pulled away enough to just drag her mouth against his neck to beneath his ear. "Hmmm," she practically purred, "Just what are you doing with a native daughter of his town?" It was funny since the Mohegan Sun was far from anyone having an Innkeeper, a casino on the river resort with a spa and well... everything far from whatever he'd spun to make her feel like this was anything like that. But still she humored him, mostly because she'd been with her family all day and he'd been too far away for her liking. Her hands stayed against his chest for the moment, still poised close to his ear. Her breath warm and the curve of her smile lingering as she shifted around him, straddling his lap rather gracefully considering he'd been closer to the table than she'd realized, her back pressed to the edge a bit. Raising an eyebrow she let her arms drape across his shoulders, "Did you like the text messages I sent?"
The drag of her lips made him shiver a bit, the fact that she went along with his teasing comment making him smile. As she moved, he shifted back a bit so she wasn't so caught against the table, and slid his arms around her waist, hands resting against her lower back. "Well, what I was planning on doing was possibly going to get us a few noise complaints if you were properly appreciative," he nearly purred, leaning up to put his lips near her ear. "Those text messages got me thinking all evening."
Shutting her eyes she laughed lightly at his remark, "Oh I'm pretty sure I've been properly appreciative in the past, and I'm also fairly certain that you picked something just by color alone for me to pack, and if you can wait... perhaps ten minutes? You might be properly appreciative of your choice as well." Her hands had strayed to the back of his neck, fingers threading into his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp, "Think you can hold off on the thoughts for a bit longer?"
He smirked, letting his eyes fall half-closed at the scratch of her nails, giving her a lazy look, watching the curve of her lips while she talked. "I think I can restrain myself somehow," he murmured. "With incentive like that, though..." He tugged her down for a kiss, tongue teasing lightly over her lips. "All right. Now I can wait ten minutes..."
Drawing in a deep breath she sighed, meeting his eyes with a look that told him that she knew just how much trouble he was and that apparently she didn't mind a moment of it. Then she eased up off his lap and pressed another kiss to his mouth before she headed off to fetch the 'blue' from her bag and head into the other room to change. It didn't take her the whole ten minutes and she reapplied the pink hue of lipstick to her lips and brushed her hair back once more before easing out of the bathroom barefoot in the blue item she had packed at his request simply by color alone. Leaning in the door frame she extended her arm upward as her other hand trailed against her side a bit, "I still have two minutes to spare."
His mouth went dry as he looked her over slowly, from the way her hair fell around her shoulders, over her shoulders, drifting over the blue satin that encased her breasts. His eyes drifted lower, almost a caress, down over her stomach, the slip of blue that covered her below, and those incredible long legs of hers. From her toes, he started looking back up until he reached her eyes again. He smiled, slowly, and stood, crossing the room just as slowly. "I wouldn't want to rush you," he said, stopping inches away from her. "But I really am very impressed with the choices I made." Yes, plural, and he didn't even flinch with nerves at saying it.
Her hand traced against the edge of the blue that covered her breasts, a light caress, almost a teasing touch against her own skin as she regarded him with a bit of a smile that barely curved against her lips, but shone in her eyes. "I'd like to say that you have some exquisite taste Julian, and also for the record I do believe I'm pretty impressive." Still leaning against the doorframe she lifted her leg up, extending it out to allow her foot to arch and brush along the side of his leg. It lifted until she could allow her knee to rest beneath where his hand rested, waiting for him to take hold of it for a moment. He had survived her parents, her family home and part of her had started to sink in a bit deeper into the emotions she was feeling for him simply because it was that easy to do it. He made it simple, he made her want to be with him, and she couldn't even lie to herself about it anymore. Her head tipped aside a bit, her voice soft and comforting as she met his eyes. "Come here," she asked him almost in a whisper because really he wasn't too far from her as it was, she could almost feel the warmth of him radiating off of him onto her bare skin.
He shifted that final distance, fingers curling under her knee and lifting as he moved into her, unable to do anything else but obey that soft request. His other hand slid between her waist and the door, skating over her skin. "You are exceptionally impressive," he agreed, "And the blue is...exquisite. And my favorite color, so." He smiled a bit at that, his fingers lightly stroking the back of her thigh and knee as he settled her leg around his waist, fitting himself against her. He was far too dressed for the occasion, he was afraid, though that would be rectified easily enough. Leaning in he kissed her gently. "Can I take the two minutes for this?"
Her thigh pressed against his side knowing that aside from the support of his hand she really could've held it up by herself there poised against him. His touch was soft at her side, and his mouth even more so against her own lips. Smiling at his request she let her arm slink off the doorway and wind around his shoulders, "Kind sir, the evening is yours to have any of the minutes you may desire." She didn't move to him, or press herself closer to him despite wanting to. So many of their intimate moments had been brought on by her wants and needs, by her making the first move. Tonight she wanted to allow him the chance to be the one to make the demands, to lead the way to wherever he wanted her to be. "I could be your prize," she confessed with a coy bite of her bottom lip, "To take and to have."
Heated desire flared at that, his eyes lighting up as he slid them down, over her face to the curve of her breasts, then back up. It was a heady offer, really, even just as words. He was more used to it being the other way, to shifting and fitting himself to the demands and desires of those around him, both in the workplace and in the bedroom. Oh, he had the arrogance to lead, the assurance to do so, but there had almost always been someone else there, calling the shots in some way. He was comfortable with that, with biding his time, suiting himself to a need, a mission, a partner. It wasn't submission, really, so much as deference. And now she was easing it away, stripping it back. His fingers slid up her side, and around to trace the line of her bra, drifting over skin with a teasing movement. "You could be," he agreed, watching as his fingers stroked her, before flicking a gaze to her eyes. His other hand let her leg go, easing it back down as he reached for her hand to tug her to the bed.
In all honesty Rachel had never been one to lead, she'd taken the front running spot on team when they were in the field, but that wasn't really her choice it just happened to work out that way. Still with Julian she knew he felt things were more on her terms, that she could walk away if she had to, or felt the need to and perhaps that just simply played into their relationship too much. So she easily eased back and gave in because in a way all they'd talked about all the moments they'd shared had given her more insight into who he was and how she could trust him with her and that was all she needed to know.
Her thigh slid down across his pant leg as she eased her foot back to the ground once he'd let go of her leg, and then when his hand cradled to hers and tugged her toward the bed she willingly followed. Her eyes watching his hand, watching the way he moved so that she could attempt to predict his next motion, to be ready for whatever he needed from her. Pausing at the foot of the bed she pressed herself close to him, her skin no longer reacting to the cool air of the room. Instead she was feeling the warmth of his body through his clothing against hers. "Could be sounds like a questionable reply... perhaps I should be yours for the taking."
His smile was slow as it warmed his eyes. He felt oddly breathless, and couldn't pinpoint just why. Deference aside, it wasn't that different, except that it was an offer, there in her eyes, and the way she was pressing close and the way the bra and panties clung to her skin and seemed to light her up. Or maybe that was just his knowing that she'd picked it out, asked him to choose.
"I like the sound of that," he admitted, sliding his fingers into her hair, winding a strand around his finger, then letting it go, tracing back down the line of her neck, over her sternum and to the line of her bra, over each rise of her breasts, then back down to the valley between them. Her skin was warming under his fingertips. He ducked his head and kissed his way down her neck. Fingers trailing down to her waist, he eased back and then pushed her lightly back onto the bed.
All the little touches, the soft caresses across her skin caught her breath in her lungs. The warm press of his mouth to her skin curved her mouth into a smile that parted as she took in air, nearly laughing at the slight tickle against her skin. The edge of the bed hitting the backs of her knees and then the small push from his fingers landed her on the bed. Her hair fanning out a bit beneath her as she eased up onto her elbows as she smirked up at him. Her foot once more eased up against his leg, as her other leg drew up onto the bed. Her breathing felt deeper, letting the rise and fall of her chest bring her breasts up higher and her stomach to tense up slightly as she watched him. Her hand lifted off the bed for a moment brushing her hair off her shoulders, teasing lightly against the strap before settling back onto the bed. "I bet I could figure out some more sounds you'd like as well," she said with the same smirk on her features.
"I have no doubt of that, either," he murmured, looking down at her. "I know that most of those you usually make are particularly delightful..." His fingers moved to slowly unbutton his shirt, still watching her. "The more you make, the more I like them, really." Tossing the shirt aside, he moved to his pants, stripping them off just as slowly until he was in underwear, the same as she. Only then did he move to stretch out next to her, propping himself up on one elbow. His free hand ghosted over her stomach, sliding it up to cup one breast, his thumb tracing slow circles around her nipple through the fabric. With a small smile, he ducked his head to kiss her again, lips teasing over hers softly.
There was something about the way he undid buttons, and she wasn't even sure what it was exactly but it seemed effortless and almost made her want to wear things that he needed to unbutton just to watch him do just that. She never could see him running outside like she did, but she might have a few ideas of him in a lap pool, and seeing the tone of his body she was glad she had the notions. Her eyebrow raised casually as he made mention of her vocal side when they were together, but that was easily forgotten as his shirt was tossed away and his pants were being removed. Honestly she had to remember to watch him undress more often. When he joined her on the bed, his touches returned to the light caress that somehow he made feel like it was almost too much, despite her wanting it to be so much more. The path he chose, the warmth of his palm and the tease of his thumb arousing her with his motions. As he kissed her she tried not to lean into him, tried not to lift her hand to the back of his head and take control. Instead she allowed the anticipation of him to build into how she was feeling. "Able to create Particularly delightful sounds.... I should add it to my special skills section of my resume," she murmured against his lips before leaning in to return his kiss just as soft as he'd kissed her.
His tongue teased lightly over her lips, slowly tracing her lower lip before he nipped lightly with his teeth, catching the soft flesh and teasing his tongue over what he captured. His thumb continued to tease over her, but refused to put more pressure or move the fabric away. Instead he continued to nibble at her lower lip, then slid along to her jaw, slowly down her neck, teeth alternating with his tongue. He stopped to nuzzle at her pulse point, breathing in the natural scent of her, feeling her pulse beat against his lips. "I've a feeling that you could add a great many special skills to your resume, but that might be a bit uncouth of me to point out." He eased the fabric of her bra back, ducking his head to lightly circle her nipple with his tongue before peeking up at her and letting the fabric cover her again.
He was going to drive her insane. That was his plan and finally she'd seen through to it. The teasing touches, the brushing of his mouth and the slip of his tongue against her skin was going to just make her go mad, and then he'd have won. If that was really the plan all along, which considering how much she was enjoying all the light teasing motions, would be slightly upsetting. Then again she'd be insane by then and probably not really caring. Still ever subtle move he made against her skin nearly caught her breath in her lungs, and pulled in what few breaths she did take in staggered gasps. "Uncouth... very true," she replied her toes curling up against the comforter on the bed as his tongue teased against her nipple before he met her eyes again. Taking another deep breath and letting out slowly she smiled at him, the haze of want and need slowly creeping over her thoughts, "You are doing quite a job of making it hard for me to remember to breathe you know."
"Breathe," he said, flashing her a bit of a grin. "It's a very good thing to do if you're going to be able to create particularly delightful sounds. You need air for that, you know..." He trailed his tongue back between her breasts, along the underside of her bra, brushing soft kisses over her ribs. His fingers eased down to her hips and the scrap of blue satin there. His teeth grazed lightly over her hipbone, then he caught the ribbon playfully with them and tugged, undoing it. He brushed his lips across her stomach, teasing along the loosened line of her panties until he could repeat the gesture on the other side, tugging the ribbon free. Sliding his hands under her hips, he urged them up, tugging the fabric free and tossing it aside before nuzzling at her hip again while his fingers lightly massaged her inner thigh, teasing upward, but never quite touching before easing back down to her thigh.
Watching his efforts was catching her breath in her lungs, and despite his playful reminder she was still having to actually remember to breathe. Bitting her bottom lip her fingers caught into the comforter, tugging the material against her palm as her heels dug into the bed lightly trying to inch her body to anticipate where his mouth might trail to. Fingertips brushing to her skin caused a flush to come to her cheeks and light sighs to slip from her lips. She wanted to shift her body right against his motions, but she also knew that would be cheating. Her fingers traced against her skin, ghosting lightly over the lace edge of her bra, skimming beneath the satin to brush against her skin, catching against her nipple growing more erect as she watched him brush against her thighs. "Okay forget me not remembering to breathe, you're making me want to cheat... to just shift my hips so you actually stop driving me crazy," she smirked down at him eyebrow raised up playfully, "But I'll be good... for now."
He nipped lightly at her hipbone as he dragged his fingers in a slow circle against her inner thigh, letting his hand skim high enough that his knuckles brushed against her heated center just a touch. "Am I driving you crazy?" he asked, glancing up at her, eyes wandering the length of her body. "Just with this?" One fingertip eased through her folds, slowly dragging around her clit as his tongue dipped into the hollow under her hipbone. "You know that I am hardly the person to ever ask anyone to be good. Do feel free to be as wicked as you like..." With another glance up at her, and a smirk, he shifted enough to duck his head and slowly tease his tongue over her, tasting her with a soft moan as he settled between her legs, fingers still lightly brushing over her skin.
The tease of a touch stirred a gasp from her and she nearly scolded him for stopping but instead she listened to his words, transfixed by his accent, captured in the way his eyes looked at her because she was fairly certain no one had looked at her like that before. Still all the tender touches and light ghosting of his mouth to her skin was honestly doing much more than driving her to a point of lusty anxiousness, it was actually making her see him. Of course all thought went clear out of her mind the moment his tongue pressed to her. The lightest casual stroke and it took everything in her not to arch her hips up against the contact and force his mouth onto her. Instead her hands shifted against her breasts, pulling upward lightly as she drew in a hiss of air through near clenched teeth. Releasing her grip from one of her breasts she let her fingertips graze lightly against her skin over her stomach and resting lightly against her hip drawing small circles there for a moment casually attempting to tangle her fingers into his. Her heel pressed into the mattress once more, before her toes teased against his skin inching upward along his side as her knee bent slightly up before easing back down as her foot did the same. She had wanted to reply to his earlier comment, but the words had fallen from her and now that she remembered what she had wanted to say it was nearly too long after the moment passed and so instead she barely hiccuped out a gasp before letting her eyes shut for a moment. His name slipped from her lips and it wasn't even connected to any real thought or demand, just a need to say it to make it real, "Julian..."
He could feel every reaction trembling through her, the way her body tensed, the tease of her toes, the movement of her legs. The sound of his name on her lips that way made him shiver, his own breath catching a little. He wanted to hear more of that catch in her voice, more of those gasps, to know he was making an impression, know that she wanted him as truly and desperately as he wanted her. His tongue pressed against her, firm as he curled it along and over her, then slowly circled around her before easing against her again. Closing his eyes, he focused on each stroke, aching to coax another reaction out of her. His fingers reached for hers, tangling around and through hers, and tightening on her hand. His other hand brushed along her leg, then teased behind his tongue, brushing over slick, heated skin. With another flick of his tongue, he pressed one finger into her, stroking inside her with a delicate touch. She had said he could have anything he wanted, after all, and right now this was all he could think of, taste and scent and all those little twitches and sounds. She might say he was driving her crazy, but he was fairly certain he was going to fall over that edge into insanity well before she did.
The pressure of his tongue stirred a moan from her lips, from deep in the back of her throat nearly forcing her to swallow just so she could take in air again. The tightening of his fingers around hers grounded her to him. As his actions focused on her she couldn't even begin to want to silence the mewls and whimpers of pleasure that stirred from her, letting them all hit the air easily as they came to her as her hips shifted slightly trying to arch herself up to him more, her thighs wanting to tense up but instead she tried to keep them apart as her gaze drifted down her body to him every so often. The movement of his hand caught her attention for a moment before she had to shut her eyes and lean her head back against the pillow once more at the way his tongue flicked across her most sensitive spot. Then she felt that traveling hand poised beneath his tongue and the moment he pressed into her she drew in a sharp breath, nearly crying out but biting back half of it with the draw inward of her bottom lip. The hand that wasn't tangled up in his brushed once more against her breasts, feeling the hard points of her nipples beneath the satin and lace, and the way her slight contact sent a secondary sensation to her mind. Once more she eased her hips into more of an upward position trying to give him more of her, and at the same time feel more of him against her. There was a slight stagger of her breath drawn inward at his continued motions, one that came quickly before another moan was panted out from her lips. She wanted to tell him to stop that if he continued he'd bring her all the way to climax with just this, but she kept silent except for the moans and few choice curses that strung out from her lips as she tugged her hand against her own breast and strayed it across her stomach just for contacts sake.
Those were the sounds he'd wanted to hear, a flash of masculine pride sliding through him at each reaction. He watched her, eyes drinking in her expressions, the way she moved on the bed. His eyes followed her fingers across her breasts, across her stomach. The frenetic energy in each movement seemed to transfer to him, breath catching before he eased it out against her in a warm rush backed by a moan of response. His tongue traced around her, the taste of her coating his tongue and making his whole body react to the proof of her arousal. A second finger joined the first, stroking deeper into her, then retreating as he found a slow, teasing rhythm moving in and out of her. His tongue had a cadence all its own as it danced over and around her in counterpoint to the thrusts of his fingers. Lips closing lightly around her, he pressed deeper, lightly teasing over the spot on her inner walls right as his tongue flicked over her again. His other hand tightened on hers as he murmured against her, soft words about how beautiful she was, how good she felt, just murmurs of sound vibrating against flesh as he coaxed her higher. He wanted to feel her come, wanted to taste her, wanted to take her there again, to join her. His fingers pressed again, stroking slowly out of her before pressing again as his tongue circled around her.
She had stopped watching his motions through half shut eyes and finally just closed them lightly, her head pressing back into the pillow as her back arched up slightly away from the mattress. The feel of him against her sending a near tremble to her chin as she took in whatever air she could remember to breathe, staggered and sharp cries slipping outward as his finger pressed inward. The vibration of his moan in response nearly making her want to force her heat upon him fully, to make his mouth latch to her and never part. Instead she was greeted with the added sensation of another finger pressed into her, slipping into her building up a natural rhythm that she ached to assist with a shift of her hips. Her heels pressing hard into the mattress trying to rock herself up toward him more, into the pleasure he was lavishing onto her. Every slight shift of his tongue against her sent a catch to her breath, and caused her fingers to splay against her stomach, or fist into the comforter at her side. Each breath she drew in never felt like enough and every press of his tongue paired with the feeling of his fingers reaching against her inner walls sent a near shiver down her spine. Her hand strayed from across her stomach to down between sparse blonde hair to tease lightly against the wetness he'd given to her before her hand reached into his hair, nearly coaxing him against her more firmly as her hips shifted up slightly once more. Another moan of pleasure was broken nearly in half with a cry that stirred from deep within as his tongue flicked against her once more. Her words trembled out of her between heavy panting breaths that felt like the only way to get air actually into her lungs, "Julian, you're going to make me come."
He gave in to her urgings, lips and tongue moving more firmly against her, his fingers thrusting deeper. The tug of her fingers in his hair made him moan again, a shiver running down his spine at the way she moved, the sounds she made. He wanted more of her, his tongue tracing where his fingers merged with her body, then moving to tease around her clit again, flicking with less teasing and more purpose. He paused just briefly to glance up at her and smile against her skin. "I want you to come," he murmured, half confession, half direction. "I want to hear you come apart, begging me for more. I want to feel you, around my fingers, against my lips, taste you...watch that moment, and you in it." He was used to his own pleasure riding him hard, his own release shaking through him, meeting and matching her. He wanted to watch, for once, to luxuriate in her climax, to know he'd brought her to that. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her thigh, then teased his fingers around her entrance before sliding them deep in her again. His tongue returned its ministrations, pausing just for a second to look up at her again. "Please. Come for me, Rachel..."
His words pressed upon her core, and his kiss so soft and attentive to her thigh, brief and almost a comforting touch in the midst of a sea of nearly too much of everything else. When his mouth returned to her she nearly shifted to the contact to the point that she ached for the feel of teeth to her. To have something to still herself for a moment but all she felt was the press of his fingers deep within her, fingertips pressing against spots she thought only she knew by heart. Her own teeth caught to her bottom lip, pulling inward in some effort to pool all of what she was feeling into one actual cohesive thought. A hissing intake of air came quickly with his actions against her, simply feeling how aroused he'd made her, how she could feel the heat radiating off of her skin. The light sheen of sweat that was present against her temples and stomach and between her breasts. He'd asked her to, and she wanted to comply with the request and it was such a pure moment of bliss that she was immersed in that it wasn't going to be difficult. Stifled moans built up in the back of her throat until they couldn't be contained and they slipped loose into the heated air, paired along side words of encouragement, of near begging him not to stop, of urging him, urging his motions upon her. It felt too quick, but still not fast enough as her body tensed and a strangled cry came to a halt as she felt his presence blossom into something she could let go of. Coiled deep within her until all she knew was the feeling of the comforter balled against her palms and the way her heels dug hard and deep into the bed so her lower half could rock against his mouth, as her climax unraveled her from within to out. All she wanted was to feel him, to allow her taste to flood against him and her heat to overwhelm him. She wanted him to feel how good he made her feel, how her body quaked with pleasure and how she tightened with such heat around his fingers. "Julian," she cried out breathlessly between sharp pulls of air, "it's so fucking good," she confessed with little effort as she rode out her orgasm feeling it flush to her skin and rush easily from her center.
He lifted his head just a bit watching her as her climax rolled over her, before letting his tongue drag over her, tasting her again, with the softest whimper back in his throat. His fingers stilled, just feeling her around him, the way her body tightened and released, the heat that rolled off of her and around him. His fingertips just pressed against her inner walls, feeling the flutter, letting her ride it out. The flush that rose up over her skin drew his eyes, part of him wanting to trace it as it rolled over her, as if he could be more a part of it just with that, but instead he slowly eased around her again, letting her coat his tongue, pulling the scent and taste of her deep into him. Only when her trembling eased did he move his tongue from her, nuzzling at her hip as he watched her. He slid his fingers out of her just as slowly, fingertips tracing over her thigh and up to her other hip. Shifting a bit more, he rested his head on her hip, lips drifting over her stomach, kissing lightly before he lifted his head again and gave her a smile. Moving slowly, he kissed back up her body, lips teasing along her neck before he kissed her gently. He curled close to her side, fingers lightly tracing up and down her side. "God, you are beautiful," he murmured, a slight trace of awe in his eyes. "Like this...and always."
It washed over her the tension and the pleasure and then a slight calm that still held within it slight trembles of what was still clinging within her. She swallowed hard as his hovered against her stomach and pulled in a breath as he trailed up the length of her. She could smell herself upon his mouth and taste the heavy sweetness of her against his lips. The way his fingertip traced against her skin, over the light film that arrived from the raise in her body temperature and the tensing of muscles in response to her pleasure, pulled at invisible strings that caused her to shudder slightly. The way he curled close to her, the way she could feel the warmth of her body radiating against his, it all made her simply sigh deeply shutting her eyes and bringing the back of her hand to rest to her forehead. The cool contact feeling good for the moment as her body tried to unwind from the complete taut pulled manner it had been before. One more deep breath released and she shifted to curve against him a bit pressing a kiss to his forehead and allowing her hand to tuck at the back of his neck. Smirking she teased her fingers at the nape of his neck, "Mmm, you're just saying that because I just came on your face." Pulling back she grinned at him still feeling a bit out of focus for the most part, "Is this where I offer to let you return the favor?"
His eyebrows went up, but a wicked smirk settled on his lips almost immediately. He gave her a speculative look, teeth slowly sliding over his lower lip as his eyes settled on her lips, her mouth. His whole body tightened a bit at the suggestion, a shiver of pleasure pooling right in his groin, cock nearly twitching with the anticipation of the images that flickered in his head. Fingers sliding up into her hair, he tightened them, just a little bit, coiling strands around his fingers, then letting them go. "It was very generous of you," he said with a smirk, ducking his head to kiss her again, let her taste more of herself, teeth catching her lip instead of his own. "So very generous and giving of you. It would be rude of me to not be just as selfless." His lips curved in a smirk again, feeling heat crawl under his skin, the pleasure he'd gotten from giving her hers sparking into more of a wildfire raging over his nerves. His breath sped up, eyes darkening with anticipatory arousal.
She let her tongue slip from her mouth teasing against his tasting herself once more, as her hand held to his neck with a bit more pressure as she rolled off her back and up to seated letting her body regain some of its control, despite the pleasurable ache that was still in her muscles. Her hand strayed off his neck and slipped behind herself to untie the ribbon that held her bra still to her breasts, letting it slip off of her easily with a raise of her eyebrow. Her hand slipped to rest on his shoulder for a moment before she leaned in close to him pressing her mouth to his, slipping parted lips against his and deepening the careful gentle kiss he'd been taking before Rachel smiled against his mouth as she parted from him. Letting her hand slip from his shoulder and down the planes of toned muscle across his chest and his stomach Rachel shifted easily to resting on her side head propped up by her elbow near his waistline. Aside from the arousal she could see before her, was the telltale near twitch of anticipation that made her lean down to his lap letting her mouth ease over him rather quickly. Her tongue pressing against the length of him as she took him as deep as she could before drawing herself up off of him with a slow pull from her cheeks leaving him slick with her saliva. Her hands pressed to his thighs, looking up at him before she shifted her position once more bringing her mouth to his ears, "Tell me what you want Julian, I can be on my knees for you." Her words were laced with a heavy breathing and the tease of her tongue to his earlobe before she continued, "I can lay alongside you... perch in your lap... tell me, I want to please you."
His eyes fell closed at the first touch of her mouth, brows pulling together and mouth going a trifle slack as a moan escaped. His hips pressed upward of their own volition, and he almost whimpered when she pulled away. Her words took a moment to penetrate, and he opened his eyes to watch her for a moment. He wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to think with the memory of her mouth on him, the slick feel she left, the way he knew he was harder just from that moment. And she wanted an answer to her question, when all he wanted was her mouth on him again, anyway she wanted to put it there. But he swallowed, his fingers sliding into her hair, head tilting for her mouth, shaking his head a little as he tried to clear it, to tell her to do whatever she wished to do. "I..." He swallowed and felt the slightest shiver run over him. He ached, literally, for the feel of her on him again and bit his lower lip as another moan of anticipation worked itself out of him. "God, Rachel..." He pulled back a little, getting some control, eyes darkening with lust as he met hers, then kissed her harder, teeth catching her lower lip. "On your knees...please."
The reaction of him alone was nearly enough to give Rachel an extremely big smirk of satisfaction for a moment while he stumbled for his words. The slip of his fingers into her hair, the stutter of words and the near inability to answer her nearly gave her a flush of pride. His mouth collided with hers for a moment the intent of his kiss something intense and needing, before his request slipped through. She obliged him easily, moving off the side of the bed, and watching him move toward the edge to as she knelt before him. Her eyes blue and bright shone up at him as she gathered her hair away from her features, twisting it loosely against her back. Rising up a bit to meet his body her hands ran across his thighs and lightly up against his hips. Her mouth pressed to his thigh softly for a moment as her hand moved to run the length of him taking a light hold before she slipped her mouth over him once more. Her hand slipped off of his cock and returned to his thigh, thumbs straying with subtle motions as her mouth took him in deeper. The press of her tongue against him, the light drag of teeth that was so slight it was barely contact. As she moved her mouth along him she let the draw of her cheeks pull in tighter around him, the sheer pull of her mouth forcing him into her mouth once more. The feel of him against her tongue and nearly pressing to the back of her throat stirred a moan of pleasure from her that vibrated against him held in the warmth of her mouth. Her eyes looked up at him once more through half shut lids heavy with the lust she could feel rolling off of him, and at the slight push his hips had into her mouth that she felt when she'd pull back from him. Rachel hummed another moan against him, swallowing against him just to take that slickness that came from him into her, to taste him, all of him.
He braced himself on the bed with one hand, leaning back just a little to watch her. He wanted to hold her eyes, drink in the sensual expression in them, but his gaze flickered back to her lips, her mouth, the way they were wrapped around his cock. His breath, already uneven from her earlier touches, quickened, and he closed his eyes for a moment. Teeth catching his bottom lip, he bit back a moan that escaped anyway as he arched his hips up just a little. He reached out almost blindly with his other hand, fingers brushing lightly through her hair, tightening for a moment as if he would guide her, then loosening, sliding away, little uneven touches pulled out of the swirling vortex of pleasure that pulsed behind each breath. Another moan slid out at the sound that vibrated over him, a shudder rocking through him. He tried to catch his breath, but any sort of control was slipping away. Pleasure sparked up and down his nerves, coiling and tightening in his core. Her mouth was so hot around him, wet and slick and an entirely different sort of sensation than when he was buried inside of her. Each hum of hers made him gasp, a little shock of need making his hips jerk. "Rachel..." His fingers found her hair again, trembling a little as he opened his eyes half way, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth, then reappeared, slick and wet.
She heard her name slip from his mouth and the tone in it matching to the sounds he was making in response to her motions against him. Her thumb rolled across his skin as her hand inched up against his thigh. She let her tongue press against his cock, as it was buried deep into her mouth. Curving around him, and letting the tip of it catch to the sensitive edge of his head as she pulled her mouth up away from him. Teasing her tongue around his head she met his eyes once more as her mouth pressed to him, and let the pressure of him against her mouth tug at her lips, as she slipped down the length of him again. Her hand moved to hold him her thumb straying up against him, then down to brush at the base of his shaft. Beginning to build up a cadence against him, Rachel let the draw of her cheeks pull herself down onto him. She took him as deep into her mouth as she could, feeling him nearly at the back of her throat before letting her mouth slip off of him and then return once more. She continued onto him, pulling with her cheeks and teasing with her tongue, as her fingers shifted to rest her palm back to his thigh with a bit of a harder grip. Her pace continued to build, her eyes straying up to meet his gaze every few strokes off of him before dropping to look to him as he was taken out of her mouth. The sight of him wet with her efforts began to arouse her once more. Feeling him hard against her tongue, the heat of his skin, the slight salt taste that lingered all of it made her a bit light headed as she let another moan hum onto his cock.
He whimpered, then, hips arching again with that low moan. His fingers twisted in her hair, tangling there. The heat from her movements slid under his skin, a flush creeping up over him. His breath caught, and when he let it out, he knew each exhale was a moan. The suction from her mouth was nearly maddening, and his hips writhed a little, unable to stay still. He'd already been hard just from his attentions to her, wanting her almost desperately from the moment she'd come out of the bedroom. It all coiled up inside of him, and he went back to biting his lower lip though it did nothing to stop the sounds escaping him. The sight of her, the feel of her mouth, her tongue, the way her fingers rubbed over him, the sounds she was making around him all combined into an intoxicating whole that made him want to lose himself in her mouth. The fingers of the hand bracing him curled, nails biting into his palm as he tried to hold back the rush of pleasure, wanting this to last, needing it to. He slid his fingers out of her hair to brush lightly down her cheek, even as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, feeling his back arch a little, hips rocking just slightly, as small shivers started to run over his skin, the closer he moved to falling over the edge and giving in to the need to spill into her mouth.
The tug within her hair was subtle, not urging her head away from him so her motions continued. The press of her tongue, the slight rotation that she'd slipped into her repeated pulls of him into her mouth, all of it was being enjoyed by him. She could tell simply from the sounds he made and the movement of his hips raising up. Rachel shut her eyes, taking in a breath and swallowing against him once more, nearly aching for him to give into her actions, to bring him to completion the way he'd brought her. When his fingers left her hair she lifted her eyes once more, the feeling of his touch to her cheek let her see his head fall back. She smiled slightly her lips curving up as she nearly let him withdraw from her mouth altogether. She slipped along the length of him again then upwards until he was free from the warmth of her mouth. Her hand took hold of him, continuing a steady stroke along him as she tugged her hair away from her mouth, pulling it back behind her shoulders. She let her mouth hover against the tip of him, lips pressed to him softly. "Julian," her words whispered out of her barely above a whisper. "I want you to..." she continued as her mouth pressed to him, light touches still looking up at him to see him let her know what he wanted.
The whisper of her breath over the sensitive head of his cock made him whimper again, his body twitching in response. "I'm going to come..." It was a whispered warning. He wanted her mouth, the depth and the heat of it, and his hips pressed upward against her lips in entreaty, eyes meeting hers, though the warning said she could bring him there with fingers if she preferred. He just couldn't bear it if she stopped. His teeth caught his lower lip, fingers sliding back into her hair, as if unable to hold still, to focus his touches. "Please, Rachel..." He swallowed, trying to find words. "'M so close..." His hips rocked again, seeking the friction of her fingers, anything but this paused stillness when he could feel everything coiling inside of him and waiting to explode along his nerves. "God, I need you..."
There was something that nearly undid her in hearing the tone of near begging that was slipping from Julian. It was very unlike him, very much a loss of control that Rachel savored in taking away from him. Her tongue slipped out from between her lips, teasing against him feeling the slight tremor in him. Her mouth curved up into a smirk against the tip of him, her eyes watching his expression, the way he was faltering from a lack of her. Her fingers slipped against him again as her lips parted. Letting her tongue press against him first before she took him into the warmth of her mouth. Slipping him back into her stirred a moan of satisfaction from her, knowing his needs, knowing how much he wanted her was intoxicating. It made her light headed and all she wanted was him, all she wanted was to please him. The draw of her cheeks was near natural at this point, pulling against the length of him. Her head shifted slightly as her eyes fluttered shut, the heat of his cock hard in her mouth pressed firm to her tongue and the urging of his hips upward slightly, all of that making her moan once more the sound vibrating against him for a moment before she swallowed once more. The pull urging him to spill, to let her taste him to take him into her and take away what little control he had left. Her thoughts were swimming with words she wished she could say to him, of phrases to tell him how good he felt, how hot it made her to feel him like this. To match his begging of her not to stop with her pleas of him to come, all she wanted was that moment, all she ached for was for him to let go. Drawing upward along his cock once more she let her teeth rake lightly behind the press of her tongue. Meeting to the ridge of his head, her tongue trailed against it for a moment before once more taking him in fully, another swallow pulling at him, as her eyes looked back up to him, to watch him, to never let her gaze falter trying to express how badly she wanted him with the dark intent in her eyes.
He met her eyes, his dark with a desperate lust and need. The scrape of her teeth made him cry out, and the following movements shattered what was left of his control. His hips jerked and his fingers tightened in her hair as his eyes fell closed. His back arched, his whole body tensing, and he clutched at the bedspread more tightly. His skin was too hot, his nerves tingling too much, the pleasure too intense, building as it had been. The moan that ripped from his throat changed itself into a broken sort of cry as his climax tore through him. He could feel her mouth around him and yet distant at the same time as he tumbled over the edge. His fingers slid out of her hair, curling more against the bedspread as the whole world seemed to come undone, focused utterly on her and the way she coaxed each reaction out of him. His breath was coming out harsh, pulled from him in an almost sob as he felt himself spill into her mouth. He stayed tense, arched until the shudders settled, pulling all the tension out of him. Collapsing back on the bed, he tried to catch his breath, sparks of pleasure seeming to radiate out from her mouth on him along each of his other extremities.
Every reaction he had she wanted to commit to memory, to let it burn into her mind as much as it burned across her skin. His climax flooded to the back of her throat as she took it in swallowing against him, and coaxing him along further, her fingers resting at the base of his shaft, thumb straying across him as she allowed him to continue into her. As his body tensed she kept her mouth tight against him pulling everything in her taut in response to his own actions, his own body coming undone right before her. The sounds he made, the sheer rawness of it all echoed through her. When his body fell back away from her Rachel shifted upward a bit, her mouth still clung to him, feeling his entire body relax as she let her tongue drag against him as she pulled up off of him. Pressing her tongue to a point she let it run under the length of him, teasing lightly before pressing her mouth to his thigh then up against his hipbone. Inching onto the bed beside him she let her mouth kiss softly beneath his navel, rising up along his body until she settled beside him, letting her leg tangle against his. Her mouth settled into the curve of his neck resting there as she watched his chest rise and fall with deep breaths.
The touch of her tongue as she let him go made another whimper push its way out of him, a shiver running down his spine at the stimulation of sensitive skin. He knew when she moved up his body, one arm sliding around her, his leg making room for the tangling with hers. Getting his breath to even out was nearly impossible, and he gave up consciously attempting the task, letting it stutter along as it would at a rapid pace. He kept his eyes closed, letting the world right itself, even as he tried to cling to the sensation. She was a warm weight against him, an anchor, and when he moved it was just to curve into her more, his other arm joining the first around her to hold her against him. His fingers absently traced her spine and flitted into her hair as he let the warmth in the wake of his climax wash over him and attempt to tug him under the tide of sensation, fighting the insistent tug toward oblivion, completely sated for the moment.
Her legs hung slightly off the edge of the bed a bit, before she drew them up. Shifting a bit to lie on her back she could feel her toes skirting aside his thighs as her breathing eased to something more familiar. Her fingertips drew against her lips, resting there for a moment as she took in a breath before reaching for his elbow connecting to him as she shifted onto her side, trying to pull him with her, flush to her back. Holding onto his arm Rachel let her grip slip along his forearm until her fingers laced into his pressing them to her sternum, as she exhaled shutting her eyes trying to just sink into the comforts of the bed, and the warmth of him against her. As much as she wanted to shift up further on the bed to reach her hand for a pillow, she instead just arched her back a bit, pressing to him further, completely satisfied to stay right with him like this.
He shifted with her, curling around her close, letting her place his hand wherever she wanted it. His arm tightened a bit around her, holding her close against him as he sighed just a bit. He did reach his other arm up, snagging a pillow and lifting them both just enough to ease it under their heads before he closed his eyes again and snuggled down. He nuzzled just a bit at the back of her neck, stifling a bit of a yawn. Part of him felt he should say something, anything. But she was warm against him and the bed was comfortable, and he thought if he just laid here for a bit, he'd be able to come up with something appropriately clever to say, only then thought itself slid away as he found himself falling very soundly asleep.
