justdidntseeit | [[ milliways, upstairs ]]

His lips break from her skin when she wraps a hand around him. The arm around her loosens enough so she can do what she's doing to him.

His fingers don't stop their motions, increasing their pace as she strokes his cock, and pushing into her deeper while his hips arch beneath her.

"Don't think I got a-- a word for this."

Good isn't strong enough, that's for sure.

A smile curves her lips.

"I like leaving you speechless," she says, her breath catching as she mouths along the line of his jaw.

Her hand stills on him while the pad of her thumb works over the underside of the head in a careful massage.

"Won't hear me complain 'bout it."

He gives a quick smirk that relaxes into a jaw drop as her lips and hand continue to take his breath away.

Between her legs his fingers keep moving, thumb brushing her clit, trying to return the feelings that make it hard to speak.

She stiffens with a soft gasp when his wrist and fingers twist just so and his thumb grazes her clit; she can't breathe or think, only feel, and for a second that stretches into what could be infinity, she's sure she'll break apart here and now on his lap.

"God."

Her mouth finds his for a brief, bruising kiss.

"Lie back."

Knowing what he's doing to her, how far he's pushing her, part of him wants to finish.

Her low words, and the kiss, are compelling, though, and he slips his fingers out, and lowers himself down to the mattress.

Flushed and heady with anticipation, she takes in the familiar, solid lines of his body beneath her. Looking down at him, she's caught for a moment by what she sees in his blue eyes -- it's more than simple want, more layered than need; it leaves her feeling like the luckiest woman at the end of the universe.

One hand reaches for his wrist to bring his hand to her cheek, and she presses a kiss to the center of his palm.

Her free hand gives his hip a gentle squeeze, and she shifts to take a condom from the nightstand drawer.

His fingers caress her cheek, and he still can't get over how sexy she is, or how damn lucky he is to have her.

When she leans over he traces light lines up and down her bare thigh, slipping to the inside before moving down to her leg.

He's flushed and ready, but can't help distracting her a little in teasing by ghosting a fingertip over the spot at the back of her knee he knows now is sensitive.

Her leg tenses, goosebumps rising under his unexpected touch.

"No fair," she says, turning to him with the foil packet between her fingers.

The jersey's silky material brushes his torso as she bends to nudge her nose against his. Her smile hovers centimeters from his mouth.

"You're using that spot against me."

"It's not against you if y'like it," he points out, then wins the argument by stopping hers with a kiss.

Beneath her his hips arch, encouraging her to finish what she's doing with the packet in her hand.

She chuckles against his lips, the sound sliding into a murmur of acquiescence.

Rolling the condom onto him, her mouth falls to his ear to whisper how -- and how much -- she wants him.

When she pulls back, her face is bright; she sheds the jersey and settles on her stomach, legs spread and heart nearly beating out of her chest.

Turning her head to glance at him, she's biting her lower lip to tamp down an inviting grin.

Her hushed words make his eyes widen slightly, and his own skin heat. He watches the jersey come off, eyes roaming over her naked form before she lays down on the bed.

Trailing a fingertip down her spine, his eyes meet hers and his own smile needs reigning in.

Shifting on the bed, he settles over her, reaching down to take himself in hand. He runs the head of his cock along her slit first, heart racing a mile a minute as he teases them both, then he presses his lips to her shoulder and enters her.

She's all slick heat and naked need, hyper-sensitive and sure she's going to melt into the mattress under his ministrations, until --

Her fingers clench in the sheets.

Her breath shudders and she arches beneath him, desperate to take him deeper.

He lets his breath go in a sharp exhale and groan as he pushes into her.

Easy at first, when he feels her needy movements beneath him he gives her what they both want, burying his cock inside of her.

Mouth moving to her neck, he starts in a middle gear, thrusts steady and even.

She's lost in sensation, shivering at the feel of his lips and stubble on her skin, surrounded by the warm weight of his body above her, and oh god --

She moans, turning her cheek into the sheets to muffle the sound. Palms and knees pressing hard against the mattress for leverage, she tilts her hips up and back in an attempt to give as good as she's getting.

He shifts above her, making it so he can give more as he pushes into her, and to help her move with him.

His chest to her back, he's sure she can feel his heart pounding and fit to burst against it.

She's so hot and tight-- Christ-- and her moan makes him drive harder. One hand slides along her arm and covers her fist, squeezing as his hips move faster.

Her fingers splay, then close again as she threads them with his in a white-knuckled grip.

Her free hand slips under her body, and she jerks hard when her fingertips brush her clit.

Shifting beneath him, she pushes back and rises on her knees slightly; the change in angle causes her to shudder, and his name breaks on her lips.

He grunts when she jerks, and his eyes close as the change in angle lets him slide into her deeper.

He has to work his throat several times in order to find his voice to speak, and when he does it's low and ragged.

"Is it good, Kate? Y'like this?"

His hips arch harder and his teeth graze her shoulderblade.

She rubs herself faster, managing a breathless yes, god, don't stop, please.

She's already so close, the scrape of his teeth on her skin sends her over the edge.

"Bill -- "

Her muscles lock; with a harsh gasp, she unravels, clenching around him while her fingers tighten between his.

The feeling of her reaching her climax rushes through him, stoking what was already an intense fire. His hand tightens on hers, encouraging her peak as he continues moving towards his.

Another shift, and his free arm slips beneath her, low on her belly; lifting her up more and pulling her closer to him. His hips drive harder and he's gasping against her nape, the coil in his belly wound double over itself, and twisting tighter still.

Finally it snaps, and he comes with a choked sound, back stiffening after a final thrust.

She moves with him, for him, her muscles and lungs burning, body sheened with sweat and synapses singing.

When he goes rigid and buries his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, she squeezes his hand, riding out his orgasm.

For several long, intense moments he can't move. She helps carry him through the crest of his climax, adding more to the already intense pleasure by riding it through with him.

His hand curls with hers and he sucks in a breath, expelling it as his body goes boneless.

Easing them both back down to the mattress, he stays above her, trying to catch his breath and bring his heart down from racing.

Spent and pleasantly blank with satisfaction, she sighs into the sheets, smiling to herself.

Her thumb brushes his in a slow back-and-forth, and her eyes drift shut as she relaxes, losing herself in the feel of his skin on hers and the rise and fall of his chest against her back.

He's more relaxed and content right now than he has been in awhile, and he takes a few minutes to enjoy it as his body comes down.

"That was somethin'," he murmurs, brushing his lips against the skin he'd grazed with his teeth earlier.

Her smile widens; his mouth and stubble earn a slight shiver.

She guides his hand to her lips and presses a lazy kiss to his knuckles.

"You really liked the jersey, huh?"

He grins and heat runs to the surface of his bare skin.

"Sure did."

Kissing the side of her head, he turns into her hair.

"Was one helluva surprise."

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