Satisfying Love
A Primeval FanFiction
1. The Cretaceous
Abby watched him.
Since they had faced the fact that they were stuck in the past, she had watched Connor, day in day out, as their relationship grew on. Of course, it had been her to make the first moves again, at first she had just kissed him, because she had just been so relieved to see him still alive, still smiling his Connor-smile, after the raptor attack. But then, she had started to kiss him every once in a while, a light lip touch on his cheek, before he went to bed, when he went to hunt.
At some point, the kisses had become differently, the light and soft brushes of their lips had been replaced, heat had been exploding in their mouth, hot and wet breathing rushing against each others face, making them shiver into each others embrace.
She had never thought of herself as being attracted by Connor but as time went on she had to realise that she indeed wanted Connor, wanted, needed him with more desire that she had ever wanted another man. Perhaps it was only to blame it on their extraordinary circumstances, the only two people left in a world of bloodthirsty creatures, only the other one to hold onto, only the other one to keep you sane, to keep you alive, to keep you warm throughout the nights.
And it had only been a matter of time until they came to the next step, until they found themselves lying on the floor, mostly liberated from their clothes, rubbing against each other, breathing in the scent of sweat and ashes, the scent of smoke and fire and the other one.
"Abby...", his hoarse voice was as tight as hers, the need she could hear in the way he said her name was unbearable for her, but she could not- simply could not- let it happen and so she heard herself answering automatically.
"We can't and you know why.".
It's not like she didn't want him, oh hell, how she wanted him, but they couldn't do this, it was not exactly like they had already invented condoms in the Cretaceous and the very thought of the consequences of even one night of passion was almost enough to scare the desire out of her.
But just almost.
And so she watched him now, how he turned away, moaning hurt as if he was in actual pain, his body tensed, tensed from the desire she had awoken in him, his skin shivering and sweaty from her touches, from the way she had kissed him- and she knew how he suffered.
How both of them suffered, unable to consume their love- or better their passion- they were left every night in this state of tensed wanting, a tension they were unable to ease.
And so the suffering of passion and desire went on driving them mad, went on killing them inside, slowly, day by day, hour by hour, touch by touch.
But Abby knew she had to find a way to make an end to this and she knew she would stop but nothing to find an answer to the call of their bodies.
It was in the dead of the night when they both were scared out of their sleep by a scream coming out of the dark, distorted in pain and it took them only minutes to understand that it had only been the last resistance of a dying animal. Still ran with adrenaline they both were lying back down on the ground whereupon Connor turned around to face Abby, trying to read in her eyes which were cloudy and unreadable like they had always been.
"Everything's okay.", he tried to reassure her and leant carefully forward to emphasize his lie with a sweet goodnight kiss, only a light brush of his lips but as soon as his mouth covered hers her hands cupped his face in her palms and she turned this kiss into something completely different.
Even though both of them had agreed to avoid getting too deep into this field he could not stop now, he literally melted down under the movements of her lips, hot and sweet and slowly arising another heat in him. When she did not feel any resistance she grew even bolder, parting his lips with her teasing tongue, pushing forward, until she could feel his tongue teasing her back. Little streams of pleasure ran down her spine making her shiver within his arms, she wanted more contact, more of him and so she began her plan.
While still kissing him she pushed him slowly and carefully to the ground, the sudden contact with the cold stone beneath his spine made him shiver and moan into her mouth, she pushed herself half up on him, just letting him feel herself upon him, making him gasp hard when his lower rubbed harshly against hers.
Her hand found its way magically to his trousers, looking at him with the most intense look of her deep blue eyes while she pulled at his belt, freeing him from the fabric of jeans and layer of clothing. She did not hesitate as her hand wandered down his stomach, caressing, adoring before her fingers found what they had been looking for. He gasped breathlessly while she took him in her hand, gently stroking, lightly pressing, only enough to keep him out of breath, but not nearly enough to get him over the edge.
"Abby...", he tried to protest, but she stopped his talking immediately when she got him just a little more pressure, now breathlessly herself as she answered.
"You need it, Connor.".
Now, he was not protesting any more, magically his capability of speaking seemed gone with the wind, his eyes closed as she worked her love down his length, keeping him gasping and moaning under the touch of her wicked, soft hand. He tried to be calm, he tried to hold back, she could see it, but he was not in control of the situation any more, he was now left to her mercy, surrendering his common sense, his love, all he had ever been to her and to the magic of her fingers.
But she wanted more, she had not nearly enough, and she was not nearly finished with him and so she let go of him for one glimpse of a second, only to tease him, letting him catch his breath as she slowly leant down to continue her teasing work with the soft touch of her lips. When her mouth touched him there for the first time, he let out a desperate cry, muffled down by his clenched teeth, rocking his hips helplessly up and she was shocked by his reaction, but certainly, she didn't stop.
As soon as he calmed down a bit, she took him fully in, letting her mouth do the work of her fingers now, letting her mouth wander up and down, slowly, so slowly, teasing the head of him with her tongue, making him growl and gasp in response. The sound of something sharp disturbed her and she paused in her doing for a moment to look up, watching Connor as he scratched his nails desperately down the rock he was lying on, desperately trying to ease his mind, to keep himself calm, keeping himself quiet.
But how could he ever be quiet? Certainly not with this elf, this beautiful perfect hell of a woman who was having her wicked ways with him, playing with him, teasing him, showing him the heaven down on this earth of rocks and stones, letting the fever of fire rush through his veins in this icy cold night. No, being quiet was definitely the last thing he was thinking of right now, particularly when his thinking was temporarily out of order right now. The tension settled down in his stomach spread throughout his whole body, kept getting harder and harder, making him gasp and moan by every touch of her mouth, this wicked little sweet mouth of hers. How could he had ever known what she had been capable of with this wonderful mouth of hers?
"Abby...", her name was like a plea on his lips, hoarse and tight, with closed eyes he was begging for mercy, begging for a salvation only she could provide. She was changing now, using either her lips or her tongue to make him talk and utter in an almost animal-like language, moaning and groaning, gasping for air and his sense which he probably must had lost during her sweet torture.
"Abby...", he tried again and now she lifted her head and when she met his gaze she understood, she could literally read in the darkened brown of his eyes, he was close, so closish to this point of total loss and pleasure. She paused in her doing and he whimpered not deliberately, but then she did something he would had never expected. His eyes were squeezed shut and he only got to know that she shifted position as he felt how his arousal contacting her lower, only covered with a thin layer of her slip. His eyes flew open and he stared fascinated at her while she positioned herself upon him and then she began to rock her hips against his, at first slowly and steady, very calm and soft and the contradiction made him moan once again.
He would had never thought that something like this would have been possible, but her constant, little movements above him and her own heavy breathing were driving him slowly to the edge of thinking. Through this thin fabric of her slip he could feel the sweet wetness between her thighs and his hands settled immediately onto her hips to steady her and to get her rhythm, to find himself into her pace. He risked a little look under his eyelashes up to her and what his eyes saw caught the sounds into his throat: Abby was moving constantly above him, rocking and pushing, her head in her neck while she had closed her eyes, a little line crossed her frowned forehead and Jesus Christ she was biting her lower lip.
It must have been this picture, this imagery of her own joy that drove him over the edge. He could feel his body twitching uncontrolled beneath her, his throat escaping hoarse and muffled down cries of pleasure and satisfaction while his hands dug into her hips almost painfully. He needed some-thing to hold on, something to hold him in this world while his mind drove off, sinking down in the rivers of joy and flying off to the heavens of passion.
It took him a while to return to earth, sweaty and breathless and totally struck down with the best kind of relief but as soon as his eyes saw colours again his smile wandered down his throat again.
Abby was still sitting above him, her shape a mixture of shaking flesh and tormenting, unsatisfying passion, she was sobbing almost inaudible and without tears and he understood it the second he saw her biting her lip desperately, he understood that she was still burning in unrelieved fire. He reached out his hand to touch her face but before he could get that far she immediately fell off of him and sank to the cold stone ground, moaning violently and with closed eyes. He was at her side in a few seconds but she tried to push him away, tried to make him leave her side.
"Let me help you...", he begged with this still hoarse tone in his voice but she shook her head while constantly trying to push him away; she didn't want him near her right now, she couldn't bear any more of his touches, or the sounds he had made, not as long as her body moaned in pain, hungry for satisfaction- she just simply didn't want him to see her like that, only a shadow of herself.
"You can't...", she finally managed and rolled herself to the other side, rolled herself up to a tight ball trying to get control over her subconscious shivering and the pain of non-relieved passion.
"Go to bed, Connor, we need to sleep...", she said, cutting him off as he wanted to say something again and helplessly he sank to the ground, staring at her back until his eyes fell shut.
But she couldn't find the piece of sleep in this night, the heat between her thighs was keeping her awake the whole night and so did the pain and joy alike.
Connor watched her.
Since that wicked night where she had...well, gave him pleasure, he could not but staring at her, her still, quiet shape, so unusually quiet and introverted, a shadow of pain still crossed her deep blue eyes, now more unreadable than ever. His mind could not forget the painful look in her eyes in that mysterious night, so much pain, so much suffering, almost unbearable for one human being alone and he hadn't been able to do anything to ease her pain, besides, she didn't let him do anything, too.
No, on the contrary, she did not stop pleasing him.
Since that night many other nights had followed, almost every night he had found himself pinned to the ground, he handed himself over to her whenever her hands ran down his body, making him arch in the sweetest pain, crying out in the softest chords of joy. Some nights she forced him to cross the edge by the wicked arts her fingers did to him, other nights, his lips did the job which blew the mind out of his body and sometimes she made him coming apart just like she did in the first night, rocking and pushing over him, making her hips movements driving him mad, and even further beyond madness alone.
But every of those nights when he got relief from her teasing she turned away from him, not even allowing him to hold her during the sleep, sometimes she even chose to rest on the other side of the fire, just to avoid being near him after their encounters.
At first he had felt hurt, certainly this was a stupid reaction, but he couldn't help how he had felt, and it took him some time to understand why she did it, why she pushed him away after she had pleased him, why she could not stand him near her after sending him over the edge into joy. One look into her blue eyes was enough to make him feel her pain and her unsatisfying passion for him, since unlike him she did not get any relieve from the desire that burnt in her blood.
But this night, he decided that it was enough, this night it would be the other way around.
At first, everything turned out to be exactly as every night, she crawled over to him, catching him with her mouth and her wicked way of kissing but as soon as her hand sneaked to his trousers his fingers rushed forward and caught her wrists like two bloody prisoners.
"No.", was all he said and he would have never dared to say how much strength it cost him to protest, only this little word of negation but it was absolutely nothing against her sweet sexiness.
Her blue eyes observed his brown eyes who had stayed closed for a while until he opened them again when he felt that it was safe again and to dare to take a look into her wonderful eyes.
As soon as she caught the look in his eyes she knew this was different, she knew this look and this meant definitely trouble to her but still she could not force herself to move, still she was sitting on top of him, holding his lower caught between her hips and it was a bloody good feeling.
His calloused hands caught her hips in them and in a rush he tore her around and from one moment to another it was her now who lay beneath him, switching position, literally.
"What are you doing?", she began but she was silenced instantly when his hand found its way between her legs, letting her head fall to the ground while she closed her eyes, squeezed them shut, desperately trying to suppress these little sounds that wanted to escape her mouth.
She was used to sleep only in underwear and this was going to be quite fatal for her now while his hands wandered slowly up from her knees to the insides of her thighs, he was staring at her with quite the same expression she always used when she gave him pleasure and she stared back alike.
At this moment she did not really protest any more, she lay her arms around his neck and let herself fall into his touch, his lips were near her earlobe when his fingers stroke her gently between her legs for the first time. A violent shiver ran through her whole body, forcing her to arch her spine in one stiffened reaction and at first he thought she might be in pain, but then his ears caught the sounds of her mouth, low and hoarse moanings next to his ears. He closed his eyes helplessly and had to swallow hard, he only started to understand how hard it must had been for her all these nights, hearing the one you love in a pleasure only you could provide and he was more than willingly to give her any pleasures in his world.
His hands grew bolder now, hearing her encouraging moanings made him grasp her bottom right firmly but it made her shiver and groan even more and so he went on slipping his hand beneath her bottom until he found what he had been looking for. His eyes found the clouded look of her blue yes and he could see a strange mixture of pleasure and fear in them which made him swallow even harder again, he had to clear his throat to find his voice again.
"Up.", the tone of his voice sounded hoarse and low, not really like his own but he could read in her eyes that she had understood him and carefully she lifted her lower up, leaving the contact with the earth and immediately his fingers got hold of the hem of her slip. He was looking at her while his fingers stripped the slip down her legs, slowly, carefully, his fingers' touch on her legs followed by the light brush of kisses which his mouth placed on her hot skin.
She followed his movements with her blue eyes as long as she could, but after he got rid off the slip his lips were on her legs again, following the same path again he had taken downwards, now his direction was higher, and the higher his mouth wandered the harder it was to remain controlled.
His fingers followed his kisses with soft strokes of his warm hands, letting her feel him while his other hand pushed her top upwards, offering him more space to discover with his eyes and more importantly with his mouth. She arched into the touch of his lips when his mouth brushed over her strong, firm stomach, sending thrills and waves of pleasure through her whole body with his kisses placed on her already shivering skin. Her mind so completely obsessed and busy with the work of his mouth was not aware of his hand which wandered back to this sweet point between her legs and from one moment to another she bended her body towards him, hungry for more contact.
His hand was still playing around her spot, still caressing, still teasing, leaving her in her shivers and growing joy and Connor who felt her growing impatience lifted his head slowly up. His eyes found her gaze and finally he slid one of his fingers inside her, unaware of the consequences. Her hands rushed forward and dug hard into the fabric of his shirt and even though it was pretty cold here at night he could feel how he began to sweat. And the noises she made, such exquisite sounds of pleasure and lust, the listening to her moanings and heavy breathing alone was almost unbearable for him, but he did not stop. At this moment, Abby was all he thought about, focusing on her, his mind only concentrated on the fact to please her, to ease her pain and to offer her the satisfaction her body needed so badly. His finger moved carefully within her, forward, backward, slow movements within the heat of her womanhood, totally fixed on the sounds she made, letting himself be encouraged by the way she pulled at his shirt in pure desperation.
At some point she started to whisper his name and he closed his eyes desperately, forcing himself to suppress his own moanings as her hands grabbed his head suddenly and then her lips caught his in a wild kiss, fiery, heavy, warm, sweet, sweeter even then honey. His hand was still between her legs, his finger still in her and now he could feel her groans escaping into his mouth, making his lips vibrate by her heavy breathing, letting him swallow down the sounds she made. Her fingers were in his hair, pulling at it, not soft but hard and wild, desperate by the way he made her feel. And then he broke off the kiss, and at first she whimpered at the loss of contact, only subconsciously aware how he moved himself down to replace his finger with the touch of his lips. As soon as his tongue found the sweet spot between her legs she grew furiously wild, crying not exactly quietly, moaning hard and pushing her body towards him so that he had problems in holding her in the right position, or keeping her down on the stony floor.
"Connor...", her voice was thin, hoarse and low, and so full of need and of desire that he could not but lift his eyes to her look; her blue eyes were darkened with lust, she was close, he could tell by the signs her body made constantly and more significantly the way she voiced her pleasure with her own voice. He leant over her again while his finger found its way back into her again, making her stiffen abruptly in response before she relaxed and moaned even more, driven mad by the joy of passion and lust, so desperately longing for relief.
"Abby, you need to be quiet.", he whispered breathlessly in her ear while she dug her nails deep into his shirt, almost scratching the skin beneath it and then she could feel it, this warm feeling that settled down in her stomach, this feeling that her inner self was flying away took ownership of her body and more importantly over her mind. The feeling rushed through her veins uncontrolled and unstoppable, like a storm it washed every thought away, her hand was pulling desperately at his shirt, not capable of keeping herself from moaning and gasping and screaming in pleasure. Connor was busy with trying to steady her, trying to keep her on the floor while her spine was bending in satisfaction during her climax, her whole body shivering uncontrolled in the waves of pleasure and passion and it took her with him, once, twice... until she slowly came back to reality again.
Sweaty, breathless and tired, but more relieved than ever in her whole life she held tight to Connor, pulling him into a fierce and lovable embrace, not willingly to ever let go of him again and he was more than just happy with this thought.