Before it really fully registered what she was doing, Desmond felt her sinfully warm hand slip right in against his cock, and he nearly jumped out of his skin. He could kill himself for reacting like some fifteen year old virgin who just touched his first boob, and covered up the jolt with more fevered kisses, and the roll of his hips into her questing fingers.
They were just as calloused as his, hard from work, from wielding a sword, carrying a shield, and they felt so fucking good working against the head, the shaft. Maybe it was just what his lizard brain needed, because the part of him that thought this was a terrible idea? It shut its fool mouth, and let him breathe against her lips, let him want all of her, want to be in her, moving with her, one with her.
Forgetting briefly that he meant to get out of the rest of his clothes, he slid his hand in turn to that lovely little bend between her hip and inner thigh, stroking there until the flat of his hand found her mons, and he curled his fingers there in her cleft.
Edited (flowry aw yur) Date: 2015-05-26 04:00 am (UTC)
She wouldn't have wanted to admit to him that she felt shy about what she was doing. It would hardly have been believable, with her fingers wrapped around his cock, and she'd once been a married woman besides. But just as Peter had scarcely given a thought to her pleasure, he'd never asked her to see to his in any particular way. In that sense, she was likely more inexperienced than Desmond.
But there was something shamefully exciting about the feel of him hard in her hand, obviously wanting more. She curled her fingers around him tighter and began stroking, eager to see what other reactions that would garner.
When she felt his hand move lower, though, it was her turned to be surprised, and she let out a breathy sigh before smiling against his mouth as she kissed him again. She'd told him to put his hands on her, and he'd cheerfully obliged, but she wanted more, and found herself lifting her hips slightly against his touch.
His hitching breath gave him away, his abs tensing at the up and down slide against so-sensitive skin, a prickling shiver rolling up his spine. Desmond opened his mouth, sucking on Maria's lower lip.
While his other hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple beneath his thumb, he slid his other hand lower. Spreading two fingers to glide through her wet folds, he let the heel of his palm be a warm, bracing pressure against her clit, right as he gave her nipple a firm pinch. Turnabout is fair play.
If her mind hadn't been thoroughly emptied of anything but the sensation of his hands on her, Maria might have felt bad that his good work worked against him; her grip loosened as she drifted back against the bed, giving herself something to brace against as she squirmed against his palm.
It hadn't really registered just how wet she'd become until his fingers between her legs made it very clear. She let out a small noise, a cross between frustration and enjoyment, before squeezing her mouth shut and reaching up to place her hand over the one at her breast. "Don't stop," she whispered.
Desmond answered in kind, a low, soft sound of disappointment when her hand fell away, but he kissed the corner of her mouth, the line of her jaw once more. "I won't," he whispered against her ear, teasing, tracing her slick entrance with wet fingertips when he rolled his palm against her once more.
The desire that prompted his need to urge more of those noises out of her warred with his sense of self-preservation. They had to be so, so quiet, every tiny sound could mean discovery, punishment for the both of them, quickening his pulse and ratcheting the tension still in the air.
Maria bit her lip for a moment as he kissed her but was able to swallow any further sounds for the moment. The absolute need for silence was a practical consideration, but the effort to fulfill it made things better and worse at the same time.
She slung an arm around his shoulders, drawing him down against her. Maybe this would make it more difficult for him to do what she'd asked of him, maybe not, but she wanted him near her. The feel of his teasing fingers weren't enough—she craved the taste of him on her lips, the smell of him this close. With her other hand she groped blindly toward his laces again, lacking finesse this time but wanting to feel him hard in her hand once more.
There was an awkward moment when he couldn't exactly move with what she wanted, with his leggings hitched that low on his hips, and Desmond had to reluctantly pull back and shrug out of the rest of his kit. Right after, he was back in the cradle of Maria's hips, shivering with the un-fucking-believably good sensation that came with the press of his cock against her wet cleft. He ground there with a firm thrust, kissing her deeply to quiet the both of them.
Maria had enough time to scowl as he pulled away, despite the obvious necessity of it, and then a moment or two to admire the view of him, all of him, before he returned to her and she welcome him into her arms.
She shivered as he kissed her and pressed between her legs. They were far past the point of dissembling about what they were doing, but there was something different about it now, with nothing more between them. Just the feel of his naked skin on hers made something in her ache, and she pulled him close and ran her hands up his back as she lifted her hips against his.
Hesitating wasn't really on the table anymore. He luxuriated in Maria, in the glide of her hands, in the scent of her that was hers alone, the way she kissed with the same intensity she had if she were wielding her sword. When she lifted her hips, he angled his, dropped a hand between them to guide himself inside her with a handful of barely controlled thrusts, impatient and wanting to savor the sensation of filling her all the same.
He drew back only slightly once he was in to the hilt, cradling her head in his hands, touching his forehead to hers. Is she all right? the silent question.
As badly as she wanted him, Maria's breath caught in her throat and she found herself tensing up as he entered her. It was a dull pain at worst, closer really to discomfort than any real hurt, but it surprised her. Maybe it shouldn't have; it had been so long, after all.
She expected to brace herself and adjust to his thrusts, but then Desmond paused and she blinked up at him in surprise. It wasn't until he held her face and met her eyes that she understood the reason, and she was able to take stock of what else she felt.
The sensation of being filled wasn't a bad one, not even a little, and she still tingled everywhere they touched. She lifted her head to press her lips lightly against his, then relaxed her whole body against the mattress as she brushed his hair back from his forehead, and smiled.
He smiled too, flush with excitement, trading kiss for kiss. Maria might have relaxed, but she was still tight where it counted, so hot it mad him dizzy. It had been a long, long time.
Desmond shifted his weight and passed a hand back to her nape, still wanting her close, needing the intimacy of her mouth and their skin to skin heat when he rocked into her, then again and again. He set a slow pace for her, letting them still feel each other out, building that glorious friction.
She had no objection to even more closeness, none at all. Maria let him take the lead for once in their relationship—and why not, as it had taken on an entirely new dimension in the last hour—and slid her arms around his waist to hold him.
There was nothing rushed about the way he moved, and that was better and exquisitely worse at the same time. A small, breathy sigh escaped her mouth and then a louder squeak before she managed mute herself against his mouth, her eyes opening wide.
She had never had a problem staying quiet in bed before.
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Date: 2015-05-26 04:00 am (UTC)They were just as calloused as his, hard from work, from wielding a sword, carrying a shield, and they felt so fucking good working against the head, the shaft. Maybe it was just what his lizard brain needed, because the part of him that thought this was a terrible idea? It shut its fool mouth, and let him breathe against her lips, let him want all of her, want to be in her, moving with her, one with her.
Forgetting briefly that he meant to get out of the rest of his clothes, he slid his hand in turn to that lovely little bend between her hip and inner thigh, stroking there until the flat of his hand found her mons, and he curled his fingers there in her cleft.
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Date: 2015-05-27 12:51 am (UTC)But there was something shamefully exciting about the feel of him hard in her hand, obviously wanting more. She curled her fingers around him tighter and began stroking, eager to see what other reactions that would garner.
When she felt his hand move lower, though, it was her turned to be surprised, and she let out a breathy sigh before smiling against his mouth as she kissed him again. She'd told him to put his hands on her, and he'd cheerfully obliged, but she wanted more, and found herself lifting her hips slightly against his touch.
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Date: 2015-05-27 02:41 am (UTC)While his other hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple beneath his thumb, he slid his other hand lower. Spreading two fingers to glide through her wet folds, he let the heel of his palm be a warm, bracing pressure against her clit, right as he gave her nipple a firm pinch. Turnabout is fair play.
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Date: 2015-05-27 02:51 am (UTC)It hadn't really registered just how wet she'd become until his fingers between her legs made it very clear. She let out a small noise, a cross between frustration and enjoyment, before squeezing her mouth shut and reaching up to place her hand over the one at her breast. "Don't stop," she whispered.
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:11 am (UTC)The desire that prompted his need to urge more of those noises out of her warred with his sense of self-preservation. They had to be so, so quiet, every tiny sound could mean discovery, punishment for the both of them, quickening his pulse and ratcheting the tension still in the air.
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Date: 2015-05-27 03:22 am (UTC)She slung an arm around his shoulders, drawing him down against her. Maybe this would make it more difficult for him to do what she'd asked of him, maybe not, but she wanted him near her. The feel of his teasing fingers weren't enough—she craved the taste of him on her lips, the smell of him this close. With her other hand she groped blindly toward his laces again, lacking finesse this time but wanting to feel him hard in her hand once more.
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Date: 2015-05-29 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-05-29 02:50 am (UTC)She shivered as he kissed her and pressed between her legs. They were far past the point of dissembling about what they were doing, but there was something different about it now, with nothing more between them. Just the feel of his naked skin on hers made something in her ache, and she pulled him close and ran her hands up his back as she lifted her hips against his.
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Date: 2015-05-29 03:29 am (UTC)He drew back only slightly once he was in to the hilt, cradling her head in his hands, touching his forehead to hers. Is she all right? the silent question.
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Date: 2015-05-29 04:03 am (UTC)She expected to brace herself and adjust to his thrusts, but then Desmond paused and she blinked up at him in surprise. It wasn't until he held her face and met her eyes that she understood the reason, and she was able to take stock of what else she felt.
The sensation of being filled wasn't a bad one, not even a little, and she still tingled everywhere they touched. She lifted her head to press her lips lightly against his, then relaxed her whole body against the mattress as she brushed his hair back from his forehead, and smiled.
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Date: 2016-02-18 08:48 pm (UTC)Desmond shifted his weight and passed a hand back to her nape, still wanting her close, needing the intimacy of her mouth and their skin to skin heat when he rocked into her, then again and again. He set a slow pace for her, letting them still feel each other out, building that glorious friction.
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Date: 2016-02-18 09:14 pm (UTC)There was nothing rushed about the way he moved, and that was better and exquisitely worse at the same time. A small, breathy sigh escaped her mouth and then a louder squeak before she managed mute herself against his mouth, her eyes opening wide.
She had never had a problem staying quiet in bed before.