| Kissing again. And touching. His hands in my hair, down my back, up my sides, gently brushing over my breasts. He doesn't just grab them like he owns them. He runs the backs of his fingers over my left nipple and my back arches involuntarily as I gasp aloud. He pulls his mouth away from mine and looks at me, a hint of concern in his eyes. He's looking for permission to continue and his hand has stilled a millimeter away from me. I hold his gaze and lean into him, giving him all the consent he needs as I lightly drag my nails down the front of his shirt. I can feel the contours of his muscles beneath his clothes and I can't help thinking how different he feels from Xander. Leaner, harder, much more compact. Less like a stuffed teddy bear and more like a panther, wrapped in a soft leather shell. Yes, definitely a panther. I rake my nails over him again, harder and slower this time, and he gives a deep, wonderful growl and a look that makes something low in my belly tighten with anticipation. We kiss again, all teeth and tongue. He nips at my lower lip before sucking it between his own. It's warm and wet and now so am I. He knows it the minute it happens and groans hungrily as he presses my whole body closer to him. I wrap my arms around his shoulders. He is absolutely not allowed to take off the coat while we do this. I want to crawl inside it with him so I can feel warm and safe and armored against the rest of the world. He sweeps the table clean - it's very dramatic and I suppose I can't charge him for the things he's just broken, then places me on the table and helps me pull my shirt off. Yes! Please! More of your skin on mine! I go to work unbuttoning his shirt, but I'm still drunk and my fingers won't work like I want them to. My skirt inches higher and higher as he works one of his legs between mine, finally making contact between the well-worn black denim and my soaking panties. Both his hands grip my ass and hold it in place while he grinds his firm thigh into my crotch. I appreciate the effort he makes to ensure I'm completely aroused, but I'm ending a long, lonely break from physical intimacy, and I want maximum contact with another body NOW. I grab his lapels and pull him down on top of me just as he manages to toss my bra away. His hips are trapped between my thighs now. In my hurry to get him in this position I forgot to let him undo his pants - I must be really drunk - so now he's wriggling against me, moaning, and I can feel just exactly how much he wants me. It's so good to be wanted. I let him squirm for a moment longer - after all, vengeance demon here - and then relax my thighs so he can pull back enough to free himself. His hands push my skirt up around my waist and then I feel his fingertips hook my panties and pull them down all the way before they join my bra on the floor. Very considerate of him not to make a big show of ripping them off me. I mean for crying out loud, I don't want to have to buy new panties every single time I have sex. I finally managed to train Xan...oh! Oh yes, oh god oh yes! He's slipped two fingers inside me and rescued me from all rational, depressing thought. He strokes me like that for a few moments, then pulls his fingers out. I hear myself whimper as I halfway sit up and reach for his belt buckle. My fingers are still fumbly and he lays a hand on my breastbone, gently pushing me back down on the table. He easily unbuckles, unbuttons and unzips and I'm mesmerized by the sight. Damn, he's big, and harder than any man with half a bottle of whiskey in him has a right to be. I must have an appropriately wide-eyed look on my face because when I look up at him he's smirking at me just a bit. I smile and manage to raise a challenging eyebrow at him - oh, I perfected that quirk over a couple of centuries - and he lunges forward and pins me to the table with a growl. I lock my thighs around his hips again; this time it's skin on skin and I'm panting so fast. He places a palm on my face and runs his thumb across my lips, then leans down and lays a gentle kiss there. Then, without further warning, he buries himself inside me with a quick thrust. |
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