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shanachie_quillNo Header...Original Fic...So I wasn't feeling well this morning and I intended to go to work...but honestly, being sick and dealing with hormonal teenagers is not a good combination. I lay down again after I called out and took a nap...when I woke up...I had this nice little porn-rific story (as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serenelystrange told me). Since I've got no idea who the two characters are...I just thought I'd post it as an original story.
Hey...at least I'm writing. :-)
NC-17 Rating...yes there be porn ahead.
He let himself into the condo, dropping the bag he was carrying just inside the door. It’d been a long day of filming and he was really looking forward to relaxing with his girl. Entering the main room, he grinned when he found her curled up in the over-sized chair that sat next to the couch. She was clad in one of his long sleeved shirts and it seemed nothing else. A book rested on her long tan legs and a tapered finger played lazily with her chestnut hair. Groaning low in his throat, he crossed the room to her, running a hand up her leg as he reached her.
She looked up, opening her mouth to say something, but he shook his head as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Nudging her legs apart, he ran his tongue over his lips as his fingers traced circles on her upper thighs. Raising his eyebrows, he questioned her silently. She nodded, spreading her legs farther and revealing that the shirt was definitely all she was wearing.
Licking his lips again, he considered his options for a moment. He really just wanted…her. No foreplay, no teasing, just her; screaming his name and convulsing. With that in mind, he edged his fingers closer to her center, separating her folds before moving his head in and swiping his tongue across her.
Throwing her head back, she tensed up and shuddered at his touch, gripping the chair with her free hand. He rolled his eyes up and freeing one hand, he took her book, tossing it aside, then guided her hand to his head. As she wound her fingers in his hair, he lowered his head again.
Working his tongue into her tight center, he worked her open quickly, holding her still as he got her wet and loose. Lapping at her, he teased her clit, groaning at the taste as his ministrations caused her juices to start. Above him, she was moaning, the silence he had requested broken as she was unable to keep the sounds inside. He slipped a finger inside, rubbing it against her and bringing her closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to topple, he pulled back, giving her a second to come down. He hadn’t planned to tease her, but he couldn’t resist. Reaching down as he kept a finger inside her to keep her on the edge, he undid his jeans one-handed, parting the flaps and pulling himself free.
She’d tipped her head down, watching his movements; her chest heaving above him and he almost came just from the sight. He couldn’t figure out what was so hot about it; maybe her in his shirt or her waiting for him. But he was going to have her.
Pulling her forward, he helped her slide off the chair and onto his legs, making sure she didn’t land too hard. She straddled him and he lifted her up, muscles straining as he took almost all of her weight before she caught on and assisted him. Both of them groaned as he slid home, his entrance touching off a small orgasm. They froze, neither of them wanting anything more to happen yet.
As soon as he was sure he wasn’t going to erupt the moment he thrust into her wet heat, he rotated his hips. She moaned in response and he took it as encouragement. Tilting her backwards, he braced her against the chair, using it to give him more leverage.
Gripping her hips, he angled his thrusts, dragging her towards him as he pushed up, trying to bring them both over at the same time. Her moans increased as each time he entered, he rubbed almost brutally against her clit. He couldn’t pull all the way out because of the angle, but he made the most of his movement. Her hands dug into his shoulders, but she wouldn’t leave a mark through the thick cotton. His own fingers dug deeply into her hips and those would leave bruises. He felt a spurt of satisfaction at that thought and almost growled as he pushed harder, a tingling at the base of his spine signaling how close he was.
She threw her head back as she clenched around him, suddenly convulsing as she came. He was caught by surprise, her muscles tightening around him as he continued to move. A moment later, he followed her over the edge.
He collapsed forward, pressing her against the front of the chair, both of them breathing heavily. When her body started shaking beneath his, he pulled back, concerned that he had hurt her in his need to have her. He frowned as he realized she was laughing. “What the hell?” he demanded.
“Did you read my mind?” she asked.
Confused, he looked at her. “What?”
She ran a hand over his face and up into his hair, drawing him to her until their mouths met. Their tongues tangled lazily for a few minutes before he moved back far enough to ask, “Why are you laughing at me?”
“Not at you…exactly.” She grinned. “I was sitting here thinking I wished you were here because I was horny. Glad we’re on the same wave length.”
He hummed happily. “Me too. This was a good welcome home.”
And now...I'm gonna go play with my Master Lists some more and let my prompt fromsparklingrocks percolate a bit more.
serenelystrange told me). Since I've got no idea who the two characters are...I just thought I'd post it as an original story.Hey...at least I'm writing. :-)
NC-17 Rating...yes there be porn ahead.
He let himself into the condo, dropping the bag he was carrying just inside the door. It’d been a long day of filming and he was really looking forward to relaxing with his girl. Entering the main room, he grinned when he found her curled up in the over-sized chair that sat next to the couch. She was clad in one of his long sleeved shirts and it seemed nothing else. A book rested on her long tan legs and a tapered finger played lazily with her chestnut hair. Groaning low in his throat, he crossed the room to her, running a hand up her leg as he reached her.
She looked up, opening her mouth to say something, but he shook his head as he dropped to his knees in front of her. Nudging her legs apart, he ran his tongue over his lips as his fingers traced circles on her upper thighs. Raising his eyebrows, he questioned her silently. She nodded, spreading her legs farther and revealing that the shirt was definitely all she was wearing.
Licking his lips again, he considered his options for a moment. He really just wanted…her. No foreplay, no teasing, just her; screaming his name and convulsing. With that in mind, he edged his fingers closer to her center, separating her folds before moving his head in and swiping his tongue across her.
Throwing her head back, she tensed up and shuddered at his touch, gripping the chair with her free hand. He rolled his eyes up and freeing one hand, he took her book, tossing it aside, then guided her hand to his head. As she wound her fingers in his hair, he lowered his head again.
Working his tongue into her tight center, he worked her open quickly, holding her still as he got her wet and loose. Lapping at her, he teased her clit, groaning at the taste as his ministrations caused her juices to start. Above him, she was moaning, the silence he had requested broken as she was unable to keep the sounds inside. He slipped a finger inside, rubbing it against her and bringing her closer to the edge.
Just as she was about to topple, he pulled back, giving her a second to come down. He hadn’t planned to tease her, but he couldn’t resist. Reaching down as he kept a finger inside her to keep her on the edge, he undid his jeans one-handed, parting the flaps and pulling himself free.
She’d tipped her head down, watching his movements; her chest heaving above him and he almost came just from the sight. He couldn’t figure out what was so hot about it; maybe her in his shirt or her waiting for him. But he was going to have her.
Pulling her forward, he helped her slide off the chair and onto his legs, making sure she didn’t land too hard. She straddled him and he lifted her up, muscles straining as he took almost all of her weight before she caught on and assisted him. Both of them groaned as he slid home, his entrance touching off a small orgasm. They froze, neither of them wanting anything more to happen yet.
As soon as he was sure he wasn’t going to erupt the moment he thrust into her wet heat, he rotated his hips. She moaned in response and he took it as encouragement. Tilting her backwards, he braced her against the chair, using it to give him more leverage.
Gripping her hips, he angled his thrusts, dragging her towards him as he pushed up, trying to bring them both over at the same time. Her moans increased as each time he entered, he rubbed almost brutally against her clit. He couldn’t pull all the way out because of the angle, but he made the most of his movement. Her hands dug into his shoulders, but she wouldn’t leave a mark through the thick cotton. His own fingers dug deeply into her hips and those would leave bruises. He felt a spurt of satisfaction at that thought and almost growled as he pushed harder, a tingling at the base of his spine signaling how close he was.
She threw her head back as she clenched around him, suddenly convulsing as she came. He was caught by surprise, her muscles tightening around him as he continued to move. A moment later, he followed her over the edge.
He collapsed forward, pressing her against the front of the chair, both of them breathing heavily. When her body started shaking beneath his, he pulled back, concerned that he had hurt her in his need to have her. He frowned as he realized she was laughing. “What the hell?” he demanded.
“Did you read my mind?” she asked.
Confused, he looked at her. “What?”
She ran a hand over his face and up into his hair, drawing him to her until their mouths met. Their tongues tangled lazily for a few minutes before he moved back far enough to ask, “Why are you laughing at me?”
“Not at you…exactly.” She grinned. “I was sitting here thinking I wished you were here because I was horny. Glad we’re on the same wave length.”
He hummed happily. “Me too. This was a good welcome home.”
And now...I'm gonna go play with my Master Lists some more and let my prompt from
sparklingrocks percolate a bit more.
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