Davis watched her with heated eyes as she dropped the shirt to the floor. "Come here."

Chloe paused in surprise. "You don't think we should move to the bedroom?"

"Nope."

Curious now, Chloe moved over to stand before him. With him still seated on the workout bench, he was eye-level with her chest. When she got close, Davis' arms moved around her thighs and pulled her close. His hands moved up the back of her legs and under her skirt to grip her bottom. She shivered at the touch. Davis leaned forward and began to kiss along the edge of her bra. She let out a little cry when his tongue dipped below the lace edge. She didn't remember moving them, but her hands were gripping his head to her chest as his hands gripped her backside. Using his teeth, he pulled down the edge of her bra. He licked and sucked, and Chloe reveled in the pleasurable waves. Davis shifted his hands and she felt him grasp the sides of the panties and slowly pull them down. She shifted in eagerness, but once they were down, Davis' hands left her. She opened her eyes in surprise, and looked down at him.

His eyes were burning bright, but he smiled. He was still smiling when his hands reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall from her shoulders and off her arms to join the matching panties on the floor. She moved her hands to his shoulders and over the firm muscles there. The sweat from his workout was still slick on his body, letting her hands slide easily over him. She was so intent on the feel of his smooth, slick skin she barely noticed when her skirt also dropped to the floor. She found herself standing bare before him. He didn't give her a chance to feel shy, his hands gliding over her hips hips until they reached...AH!

The hands she had been gliding over his shoulders suddenly clenched, helping her keep her balance. Even through her closed eyes, she felt him watching her with his burning gaze. All her focus was narrowed to one place.

"Look at me, Chloe."

Obligingly, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. His eyes were molten, and his nostrils flared. She bit her lip as he worked faster, harder, but she didn't break his gaze. Her breath was coming in little pants. She was vaguely aware of Davis working at his clothes. Almost...almost...YES! When it hit her, she flung her head back and cried out her release, as shocks went through her body. Her legs went limp, but the rest of her went rigid. Unable to balance, she found herself being guided in her collapse by Davis.

Her boneless collapse put her on his lap as he sat wide legged on the workout bench. As his hands guided her, her fall also planted her firmly onto...him. Feeling him as shudders rocked her body, in turn triggered more shocks. Her feet met the floor and she found herself moving on him through the shocks. He may have started in control, but now it was all her. It was her directing with her movements of hips and leg. His hands rested on her hips as a guide, but it was she that set the depth and pace. It was her controlling their pleasure. She watched the play of muscles in his face and the fires dancing in his eyes as she moved. She reveled in her power as she mercilessly took him. She moved on him, letting the pressure build within her. Davis' tight face showed he found his own pleasure in the giving.

The storm inside her was reaching a crest, when she felt Davis begin to stiffen.

"Chloe..."

"Give it to me," she demanded.

He cried inarticulately and his fingers dug into her hips as she felt him release. She claimed his release as her own and exploded with him.

Author's Note: NC-17 version on my live journal. The address is on my profile.