Breaktime Continued (Raz0r) - The Den

With each new touch of her, he groaned. His kisses trailed over her body, down to her breasts. With a light kiss for each of her breasts, he let his mouth trail lower. Down over the flat plane of her stomach, his hands still caressing her thighs. Serious business, but he was still taking his time.

She moaned with every kiss, plainly wanting more. She pushed herself into the mattress to arch up under his seeking mouth, hands touching whatever of him they could reach, legs widening, if he lets them, inviting him to her womanly parts.

He let her widen her legs. Like he would stop her from that! His lips took the offering, running the length of her when he closed his eyes with a groan.

That was all it took. She shuddered, and screamed with pleasure, tensing and clutching at the bed spread.

He seemed surprised. He had just gotten started! So he went right back to it, letting his mouth close over her as she screamed and writhed. Talent is being able to chase a woman's hips when she screamed and writhed like that.

The sensitive bits he had already been playing with were enough to send her over the edge. Now that his mouth was working her most private of areas, she was lost, and he just kept her gone. Goal of forgetting about work? Achieved.

Success! Nothing was sweeter. Well, except for maybe what his mouth was already playing with. He was very attentive about it, even letting his fingers join in the mix to bring her even more distraction ... er ... pleasure.

And he thought she was bucking before. She had been starting to calm down, but his fingers just drove her higher. Some idle part of her brain wondered what his neighbors thought about the noises she was making.

They had probably stopped asking questions by now. His mouth only worked faster against her, as did his fingers. The free hand went to her legs, shoving them none-too-gently upward, so he could gain a better access. His teeth scraped against her now, too, though they weren't meant to hurt her.

She didn't seem to mind the rough treatment. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it. She was reduced to gasping for air, though she no longer needed it.

At least he wasn't using his strength! That would have ... yeah, don't care how much Fortitude you have, that would have hurt. His mouth continued to work against her, before he looked up at her with a grin. "Ready, darlin?"

She smiled down at him.

"Whatever you want, lover."

He rose up from between her legs. Trailing soft kisses over her stomach, he moved to cover her body with his own. He grinned at her. "We're gonna have ta do this more often."

She laughed. Then she kissed him.

"Just so long as you aren't thinking of falling in love with me."

Her hands trailed along his back, finger nails leaving faint red marks behind.

To that one, his brow lifted. He kissed her again and lowered himself onto her. "I don't do love."

She chuckled softly into his kiss.

"I'm glad we agree."

Then she turned her head, sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

He growled at the feel of her teeth against him. Because he did, it took him a few more minutes. Hey, some things take time! So that when he adjusted her hips and took her, his teeth found her own shoulder for another sweet bite.

(Fade to black)