bonfire night
Nov. 7th, 2011 10:21 pmContinued from Here
Declan looks around to see if there's anyone close and, realizing there's no impressionable children in their direct earshot, he tips his head down to whisper into her hair. Bloody hell, her shampoo smells amazing and considering it's just island standard, he suspects it's got more to do with it being Kate than any particular product.
"If you'd let me, I'd have those legs of yours wrapped 'round me while I fucked you right out in the water with the tide coming in. It's all I can do to keep from shoving you up against every available surface on this bloody rock."
Declan looks around to see if there's anyone close and, realizing there's no impressionable children in their direct earshot, he tips his head down to whisper into her hair. Bloody hell, her shampoo smells amazing and considering it's just island standard, he suspects it's got more to do with it being Kate than any particular product.
"If you'd let me, I'd have those legs of yours wrapped 'round me while I fucked you right out in the water with the tide coming in. It's all I can do to keep from shoving you up against every available surface on this bloody rock."
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Date: 2011-11-08 03:32 am (UTC)"I'd jerk you off right here, right now, even with all these people around. If you'd let me," she tells him and maybe when things get too hot, he will let her. "What else?"
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Date: 2011-11-08 03:35 am (UTC)It's not his usual word choice, a bit crass, but they're trying to one-up one another. "Best thing I've ever felt in my life was your cunt right up against my cock without anything in between."
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Date: 2011-11-08 03:50 am (UTC)"Right here in this world, I'll let you tie me up and have me however you want me, for as long as you want me." Her fingers steal beneath his shirt again and stroke along his waistband. "Or maybe you'd rather I tied you up." Both are fun, but she figures him for wanting the control.
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:05 am (UTC)"I'd let you blindfold me, love."
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:19 am (UTC)She runs her fingers up his chest, thinking, and catching her very shallow breath. "If I had you blindfolded, I'd want you to promise not to move. I'd use ice, silk, fur, feathers, oil, maybe chocolate or honey. Body like yours deserves to be appreciated."
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:21 am (UTC)"Tell me how you'd start appreciating it, then. I always did like a good story."
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:32 am (UTC)Her fingers brush down between his thighs, just barely dance over his cock. Fuck, he's as hard as she is wet. "I think I'd probably start by kneeling over your face and having you do the appreciating. Get you all good and worked up from getting me off. That kind of play's always better when a guy's a little desperate already."
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:35 am (UTC)"What follows, then?"
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:55 am (UTC)"Mmm, silk first, I think. Stroking it all over you. Maybe wrapping it around your cock and jerking you for awhile, but not long enough to get you off."
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Date: 2011-11-08 11:02 am (UTC)"Think you could manage that?"
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Date: 2011-11-08 06:41 pm (UTC)"You know what else would be hot? Putting my skills to good use for you." Her fingers toy with the button of his jeans, asking if she can open them. "Too British to have a thing for cheerleaders. Schoolgirls? Scientists? Librarians? Princesses?"
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Date: 2011-11-08 06:52 pm (UTC)"Should be noble and tell you I've just got a thing for you. I'm not, though, so it's...it's really bloody stupid, Katie."
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Date: 2011-11-08 10:38 pm (UTC)If he doesn't return the favor, she's going to be spending some quick but quality time with her fingers when she gets up for a drink next.
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Date: 2011-11-08 10:44 pm (UTC)Christ, he can't think when she touches him like that.
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Date: 2011-11-08 11:24 pm (UTC)"Yeah? Tell me how you see it, boss," she purrs as the zipper hits bottom. "What kinds of work do you have for me?"
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Date: 2011-11-08 11:31 pm (UTC)God, it was hard to think when she's touching him and the sheer fact that she wants to play along with this madness has him turned on more than he's possibly ever been before.
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Date: 2011-11-09 01:09 am (UTC)"Hope you don't think your breaks involve tea, boss." Her hand slides inside his jeans to palm him through his shorts. "Caffeine's bad no good for getting you to relax. Under the desk blow jobs. Over the desk quickies. Hallway hand jobs. Is that what you're thinking?"
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Date: 2011-11-09 01:37 am (UTC)"Sex on my conference table too?"
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Date: 2011-11-09 01:54 am (UTC)The first long stroke makes her whimper a little. "You're the boss. If you say I need to be on my back on the conference table or leaning over it, then I do. Guessing Will's wardrobe isn't what you want me wearing, though, is it?"
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:03 am (UTC)He rocks his hips up into her hand. "It's just fantasy but I want to see you soft and pretty occasionally."
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:39 am (UTC)But she does lean in over her hand and curl her other around the back of his neck. "But I'll let you choose. Mmm, twice a month you can pick out something softer. What would you want?"
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:49 am (UTC)He can't think when she's teasing him like this.
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:57 am (UTC)With a little black dress. With a trenchcoat and red heels. With a really pretty sarong and sandals. She bets he'd be into that.
"Tomorrow. Today you have a meeting in--" She pauses her strokes to pretend to check a watch. "Five minutes."
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Date: 2011-11-09 03:05 am (UTC)It's pushing, a bit, and he doesn't know if it crosses a line she doesn't want to cross yet. But God he wants her.
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Date: 2011-11-09 03:14 am (UTC)"If we were in your office, boss, I'd be on my knees already. Let you use my mouth however you want or do the work for you," she croons at him, giving him the picture if not the reality. "Want to take a walk or want it now?"
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