House Hunting

[Harlequin]

The shades in the bedroom were drawn, and Morgaine fumbled for the lightswitch beside the doorjamb as they entered, bathing the room in a warm glow from a lamp beside the bed.

She unwound her legs as he set her on the bed and her hips rose from the soft bedspread to meet him as he ground against her, eliciting another muffled groan. She let his throat go readily enough in favor of more kissing, though there would likely be a mark there. Her hands immediately went to his jeans, adeptly undoing his belt before he sat back. She pulled her own shirt and hoodie off over her head, emerging and tossing the lot on the floor just in time to catch his words. Hair mussed and with only a whisper-thin black lace bra keeping her large, round breasts in line – marred rather extensively by scarring, Tau would be able to see now –  Morgaine grinned up at her lover.

"Don't hold back," she implored, as she undid the button and fly of her own jeans, lifting her hips to allow him to slide them off her. Once they were gone – leaving her with only her matching black lace thong – she sat up and slid her hand down the front of Tau's pants, firmly palming his erection as she stared into his eyes, "I won't," she whispered, breath hot on his lips as she pressed her chest to his. She had been with one of the most vicious vampires in the city, and others after him – she was confident in her ability to take whatever he had and sling it right back. But his concern warmed her cockles nonetheless.

[Existentially Odd]

He closed his eyes and growled as she fondled him, reaching around to undo her bra while she was sitting up and they were kissing, mirroring her action upon her breasts.  His fingertips instinctively brushed the scarring while his palms pressed against her nipples, liking the weight of the heavy globes and the way they filled his large hands.  Pulling away from her mouth to kiss them was a natural progression; the way his hand at her throat forced her back onto the bed to give him access was not, but there his hand remained.

For the next ten minutes he held her down, prone before him - not so tightly that he would restrict her breathing but his fingers were certainly firm in their stroking of the column of her neck, the heel of his hand heavy on her chest - while he licked her.  His free hand alternated between tweaking her nipples or squeezing her breasts and parting the lips between her thighs so he could taste.  The flimsy lace of her underwear had been shoved aside to allow him access, his nose pressed in to smell her musk, his rough tongue surprisingly dextrous as it lathed her slit, lapping up her juices and prodding the bud above.

The thing that stopped him was when she got a hold of one of his fingers from off her throat and it somehow found the warm well of her mouth.  The intensity of her sucking while he was licking her out became unbearable and he pulled back suddenly in order to tear off the rest of his clothes, unfazed by the sound of a rip somewhere along the way.  He looked hotly at her as he did, admiring her naked body and planning how he would enter her.

[Harlequin]

No matter how hot her body became under Tau's ministrations, his hands – and his mouth, christ, that mouth – were always hotter. He would feel her pulse jump beneath his fingers ash he restrained her body (and she did need some restraining, as she put quite a bit of effort into getting closer to him, though she settled for tangling her fingers in his hair to hold his mouth where it was.)

He didn't have much time to lay plans, however, because Morgaine was intent on following through on what her mouth had promised. She took a moment to savor the novel sight of his hard and naked form. If she could have purred, she would have.  But once his pants were gone she sat up again and pulled him close for a kiss, savoring the coppery taste of herself on his tongue before pushing him back down to the bed – if he allowed it – and taking his whole hard length into her throat.

She worked him with her mouth as she tore off her own panties one handed, her free hand stroking the insides of his thighs, the ticklish spots on either side of his groin, as far up his chest as she could reach – all while making her own sounds of pleasure at the back of her throat.

[Existentially Odd]

Tau wasn't unfamiliar with a mouth being on him but it had been such a long time that he'd truly forgotten the intense pleasure of it.  It literally stole his breath as her warm mouth engulfed his sensitive shaft.  Though he was frozen mid-gasp, his body bucked as it contemplated exploding then and there, the temperature difference of their bodies varied and incredibly overwhelming where they met; hot dick, hotter mouth.  Her wriggling as she disrobed only caused him to pulse silently, like he was working to get better abs rather than being rendered completely helpless by the sensory overload.

Eventually, he had to breathe and the air exploded out of his burning lungs raggedly before more was sucked in to keep him from passing out (and held again).  His chest heaved and his body quivered with the intensity of what was being inflicted on him, his eyelashes fluttering when her small, delicate hands caressed him boldly.  This didn't satisfy the wild hunger to thrust into her that was still clawing around inside him, but it was like she'd already got him by the scruff and he was rendered as helpless as he wanted to make her (by biting the back of her neck while mounting her).

The best he was able to do was stave off the urge to spray into her mouth before he got the chance and lay there quietly in the meantime, enjoying it.

[Harlequin]

After the second sharp intake of air, Morgaine's eyes fluttered open and found her lover's face. Beatific. If her mouth hadn't been so preoccupied, she would've grinned.

But there was only so much teasing one woman could take; foreplay was great and all, but she hadn't brought him here for foreplay. Well, technically she hand't brought him here for anything sexual at all, but–

Cutting thoughts of why-not short, the singer took Tau's cock from her mouth with a gentle popping sound, sucking on the head to get the last taste of precum off before she slid her hands up his body. The rest of her followed, pressed chest-to chest as she positioned him at her slick entrance – then her body rolled up and she sank down onto him hard and fast with a sharp cry. (God, he just filled her up so sweet and perfect and yes, yes, yes.) Her thighs gripped his momentarily as she adjusted to him, and she looked down – wanting to see the look on Tau's face as she claimed him, as her hips began to rock ever so gently.

 

[Existentially Odd]

He was just getting his breath (and the ability to think) back when she slithered along him but it was all gone again the moment she sat on him.  His back arched as he pushed into her hot, wet folds instinctively, his eyes closed and his hands automatically gripped her thighs.  Again, he shuddered as the overwhelming sensation of softness beat at his senses, wrapped intangibly - yet undeniably - around his rod and somehow milking him with the rolling of her hips.  That gentleness would never do.

He opened his eyes and looked intently up at her, his eyes a blazing pale blue as his hands slid forward and around, to cup her ass.  He lifted her slightly, tilting her forwards so that he was able to lean up and kiss her but mostly just intent on holding her towards the tip of his cock, higher than his resting hips could get inside of.  He bent his knees so that his feet were flat on the mattress, readying and steadying himself before she got his response to all her delightful, soft teasing; holding her aloft, with his legs braced, he began pistoning into her slick tunnel for all that he was worth.

He growled deep in his chest as he did, the look of utter concentration and bliss on his face frozen as he stared up at her, unshifting even if his expression was occasionally obscured by kissing.  The rhythm was torrid and sudden; he was keeping his teeth to himself so he believed he wasn't going to hurt her and she'd pushed him past what he was capable of withstanding.  These were less thoughts than they were instinctive decisions his body had made but they led to the same result.  He fucked her from underneath, his aim unerring (because he held her in place) and the pounding relentless so that, in a very short time, he was shooting into her, his cat side telling him that it would be the first of numerous couplings that night, his human side revelling in the power of his orgasm.  It had been far too long since he'd had one and this one was sweet for far too short a time.

It would get better, he knew; still thrusting his hips upward, he focussed on Morgaine as the scent of his pungent seed leaked out of her and accosted him.

[Harlequin]

Short though it was, Morgaine came with him all the same, bucking against his hold as her inner muscles spasmed around him. She bent her head to latch onto his neck with her teeth, thus muffling the guttural yowl her repeated murmurs of "yesyesyesyesyes" devolved into at the moment of climax.

Arms and legs suddenly wobbly, she fell off Tau and onto the bed with a heavy whumph and an awed whipser of "fuck". Her body molded to his once again as she cuddled up next to him, her head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart.

So she was the other woman, now. In the post-coital glow, she found it bothered her a lot less than it should have.

[Existentially Odd]

He followed her as she dropped off him, his teeth gripping her shoulder and his sticky lower half pressing against her as they curled into one another.  He chuckled and released her shoulder once the intensity of their coupling ebbed and the animal in him conceded to the human.  "I think you bite more than I do," he murmured, casually licking the sweat off her shoulder and gently fondling her breasts as he spoke.  "But I liked that very much.  I like you very much," he confessed.  "Thank you, for letting me."