In the Naked Light I Saw
Green.
The color filled John Sheppard's line of vision. A silky, somewhat sheer green scarf was tied across his head, obscuring his sight. Restricting it to a haze of emerald. But John didn't mind. In fact he closed his eyes to further enjoy the sensations that were being inflicted upon him.
"Naughty, naughty colonel."
He smiled as his wife's voice teased in his ear. His wrists were bound together, tied up over his head to an iron bar protruding from the wall. He knew he could easily get free if he wanted. Could rip the fabric apart. But he didn't want to get free. Not at all.
"Who's been a very naughty colonel then?"
He snorted at her teasing. Her voice soft, full of promise. Sultry as she nibbled his earlobe. Circled and gently bit. A thin mattress supported his supine body and head. He could still feel the hard floor beneath him. But he didn't care. The pleasure was far outweighing any momentary discomfort he might have noticed. He was too enthralled by the sexual game to notice anything else.
"I think this colonel needs to be disciplined. Severely disciplined. Is that what you want, colonel?"
"God, yes, yes!" he breathed, licked his lips. Feeling a shiver of anticipation. Moira Sheppard's long hair tickled his bare skin as she slid along his naked body. Her smooth curves enticing, arousing. Smooth curves he yearned to see, to touch, to taste. He opened his eyes but saw only the green haze.
"Is that what you want, colonel?" She kissed him. Sat to run her nails along his chest, waist. Scratching at his chest hair. Her fingers slid lower, teasing his balls, then his very erect cock.
He shuddered, groaned. Shifted. "Fuck, yes!"
"Language, colonel!" Moira scolded. Smiled. Stared. Having him at her mercy was arousing. Wonderful. Empowering. He was hers. Every inch of this gorgeous, gorgeous man was hers. "Fuck, you are so beautiful, John," she gushed, marveling.
"Language, doctor," he retorted. Lifted his head to see her dimly, a vague naked form obscured by the green of the scarf. "Are you going to ogle me or fuck me, baby?"
"Hush, sweetie." She slid over him. Kissed him. Kiss after kiss, savoring his full, soft lips. His perfect mouth. Moving before his tongue could penetrate, demand. She nibbled up his bare arm. He flexed his muscles in response. Moira could almost taste the strength. She caressed his side, fingers sliding down to his pelvis. He jerked in response, unbearably aroused. She kissed him again. "Naughty colonel. Jo-hn," she teased in a sing-song voice, "do you want me to suck you off so hard you will weep with pleasure?"
"Yes! Yes, damn it!"
She chuckled at his impatience. Ran her mouth along his throat. His stubble abrasive. Arousing. "Oh John, John," she whimpered, teasing him. Sliding lower, lower now. Straddling his thigh so he could feel her wetness, her hunger for him. He groaned happily. She ran kisses along his pelvis. Took hold of his very stiff cock and stroked up and down, up and down. He grunted, arching. Tugging at the restraints.
"Fuck!" he said happily. Impatiently. He lifted his head to dimly see her. A vision of curves and billowing long hair. "Will you suck me off already? I...oh fuck!" he growled as she kissed along his cock now. Paused. Squeezed.
"Hmm...needs something..." She snatched a bottle. Poured some caramel sauce onto him.
His head fell back as the sticky substance slithered along his sensitive skin. "Ah fuck," he breathed, shifting.
Moira kissed him again. Nibbling along his cock now. Licking the caramel. He groaned. Lifted his head to see her. His eyes slitted in pleasure, watching her as she took him into her mouth. She made a soft moaning sound and sucked the caramel off him. Inch by inch, slowly working her way towards the head.
John strained, groaned loudly, thrusting up into her mouth. He shuddered as the snug heat sent shivers of pleasure along his body. He was coming quickly now. He tugged, tugged at the restraints binding him. "Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted as she ran her teeth along him. Nipping to make him almost writhe in ecstasy. She caught the head. Sucking so hard he did feel tears, bliss, pure pleasure and pain as the orgasm shook him. He clawed the wall, the bonds still holding him. He growled, thrusting harder now. She was sucking, squeezing and when she bit hard he cried out with animalistic joy. He fell back, spasms rocking him as he came in a jerking, violent spray. Suddenly free of her mouth but trapped in her hands. "Oh God! Oh God! Moira! My Moira! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he exulted loudly, voice hoarse as he fell back. He ripped his arms free. Yanked off the blindfold and blinked the tears from his eyes to see her glaring at him. "What?" he asked weakly.
She sighed. Wiped her mouth. Wiped her hands on the mattress. "I almost chipped a tooth."
He laughed. Couldn't stop as her voice was serious, solemn.
"It's not funny, damn you! That fucking thing is too hard and too big! John! John!" But she laughed as well, shoved her hair from her face.
He grinned at her. "Fuck you are beautiful when you are pissed, Moy. Fuck." He stared at her. Brown hair swirling, her flustered expression arousing. Rosy hard nipples on full breasts. Her shaven mound. He moaned as she slid up his body, pressing herself to him. Trapping his cock under her.
"Fucking soldier," she teased. Kissed him.
He caught her. Rolled them so she was under him. "You're about to, baby. So fucking sweet." He kissed her. "My turn. All of you." He nibbled her throat. Tasting her. Licking her. Her scents of arousal, of vanilla, of caramel driving him wild with desire. Lust. She moaned, whimpered as his hands were gliding all over her. Fondling. Prying. His mouth following. She squirmed, gasping as he took each breast into his mouth. His stubble harsh against her tender skin. His tongue was a little rougher now as he licked each nipple. Then sucked until she cried out, arching. Writhing under him. His fingers slid between her legs. He made a low sound, feeling her slick, open. Ready for him.
"John! Oh John, John, John!"
"Louder, baby. We're in the sex room," he reminded. Proceeded to suck at her breasts again. Gently bit to make her gasp, moan. Clutch helplessly at him. He finally freed them to kiss down her waist. Nibbled her hips. Shoved her thighs wide. Ran his mouth along her mound. The bare skin intoxicating to his heightened senses. Almost drunk as he not only could smell and taste and see but also feel her sensual surrender to him, her erotic reactions. He nibbled, nibbled until she cried out, clutching at him. Lifting as if to give him more access.
"John! John, oh John, please, John!" she cried, tears in her eyes as need grew unbearable.
He stroked her thigh. Delved deeply to suck and suck and nibble. She flooded, crying out and gasping. Pleasure rushing vividly as he took and took. Gave and gave. The orgasm left her breathless. "John! John!"
He freed her, slid up and thrust into her. Groaning as his cock was eager, so eager for her. She closed over him, clenching tightly. He growled, thrust harder, deeper, faster. Moira cried out as he relentlessly took her, rubbing her clitoris and every fold of her into wave after wave of pleasure. "Fuck! Fucking sweet!" he shouted.
"John! John!" she shouted, crying out as the climax stormed into her. She sobbed, falling back but he was still eagerly penetrating, filling her repeatedly until he shuddered, coming hard.
"Fuck! Moira, oh Moira!" He shook, released at last. Fell upon her with a satisfied grunt. His eyes slitted with the intensity. Moira stared, still unnerved by his reactions but didn't flinch. John blinked, restoring his eyes to a more human aspect. He kissed her. Hid his face in her hair.
Moira relaxed. Stroked his hair, his back. "John...oh John...you...you..." Words failed her. She tried to catch her breath. Their hot, sweaty bodies still joined.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze. To smile. Gaze passionate. Eyes so vividly green she stared in wonder. "Moira." He kissed her. Kept kissing her until she murmured. She pushed, pushed, feeling him becoming hard already. He slid out of her. "Roll. Pert little ass now."
She hesitated. Along with his heightened senses his sexual appetite had increased as well. As had his already impressive stamina. She rolled onto her stomach. Moved up onto her knees and touched the wall. Swallowed. "John? John, you–"
"Pert little ass," he fondly observed, staring. He grabbed the scarf. "My turn, baby, to punish a very naughty biologist."
"What? You–" He swatted her rear. "Ouch! You–"
"Naughty biologist," he repeated with a smile. He tied her wrists over her head to the bar. Wrapped the scarf across her eyes. "There, now," he said low into her ear. "You are at my mercy now, baby. Every fucking inch of you is mine. I'm going to give you so many fucking orgasms you won't be able to walk for a week!"
"John? John, you...John!" she protested as he spanked her. Grabbed her rear and gently squeezed. He was on his knees behind her. Breath hot on her skin. He touched her hips. Ran his hands up to cup her breasts.
"I am going to make you beg me, Moira. Beg me to take you. Beg me to stop. I am going to fuck you so deeply you will feel me inside you for days, baby."
"John, just, just remember I'm not as...oh God... John..." she whimpered as he chuckled. A low, sensual sound that slithered along her skin. As he squeezed her nipples, running his mouth along her throat. Nibbled her earlobe. He caught her long, long hair into a ponytail, wrapped it around one hand. Tugged gently. A little harder now to make her gasp, to tilt her head backwards. He thrust his hard cock into her suddenly. She cried out as he thrust in deeply. Tugging her hair again. He groaned as she clenched on him.
Moira arched, nearly fell as he joined her to him. He freed her hair after another tug. Shoved her thighs wider. Shoved her down into an awkward lean. He entered her repeatedly. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Grunting with each penetration. She pulled at the bonds but couldn't get free. He was shoving her up the wall, into the wall but he caught her before she slammed into it. Plunging all along her to make her cry out, sob with renewed pleasure. His fingers slid down to pry, to rub at the tip of her opening as he shoved all of him into her. A little roughly now, movements harsher. "John! John! John, please, John!"
"Moira! Fuck! So fucking sweet and tighter, tighter now, baby! Fuck!" he growled, arching and yanking her onto him.
Moira bit her lip but cried out anyway. The double climax overwhelming. Wild. She trembled, sobbed, helpless as she was tied and bound. Blindfolded. Unable to move as John had complete control of her, was taking her with such relentless precision and stamina it was almost painful. "Strawberries," she muttered between sobs and whimpers. Lost between the thrusting of his engorged cock and his probing, nimble fingers.
He groaned, coming. Moving in a frenzy of rapid penetrations as he sped to orgasm, but hearing her he stopped, slowed. Relaxed as he released anyway, jerking inside her. Shuddering as he kissed her shoulder. He freed her to slide his hands up to her breasts. Then to her wrists. He untied her, sliding out of her at last. "Moy? Are you okay?" he asked. Voice husky. Male. Satisfied. Smug.
She yanked off the blindfold. Whirled and shoved him, hit him. "No! I'm not okay! You fucking bastard! You fucking bastard! You–"
He caught her wrists. Pulled her into a lengthy kiss. Shoving her body into his. "Easy, baby, easy now," he soothed. "It's all right. Sorry. I just...so fucking sweet...that ripe little pussy is–"
"Shut up! You fucking bastard! You–" She pummeled him. Furious. But he caught her again. Pulled her to lay next to him on the mattress.
"Easy, Moy. Easy, sweetheart. Too much?"
She hit him again. But snuggled, hiding her face against him. He was warm. Solid. His arms enfolded her. "Yes," she answered in a small voice.
He kissed her cheek. "Okay. Sorry, baby. I forget sometimes. I'll make it all better, I promise." He glanced round the tower room. The colored lights in the high windows were spilling down upon their entwined, naked bodies. Causing their sweat to glisten in varied hues.
"The, the children?" she asked softly, calmed by his love. Concern.
"Fine. Don't you worry, sweetheart. I told you, baby, I'll know if there's a problem."
"I...I thought you might be distracted."
He chuckled. "Yeah, maybe. Fuck, you were sucking my cock so hard I thought I'd die. Happily. Like I took you, huh? We haven't indulged in this kinky, exuberant, loud sex in over a month, baby. And I need it. I need it, you know."
"Ssh." She pulled back to view his handsome face. His eyes were closed. Long lashes a dark shadow against his skin. His perfect lips forming a smile. His strong arms around her. Secure. Gentle. Warm. "John?"
"Give me at least five, baby."
"Not that!" she flared.
He snorted in amusement. "What then?"
"John, the, the trip. The trip to Pleistocene Park. Remember?"
He grunted, noncommital. Enjoying the afterglow of sexual pleasure. Excitement. Possession. That was all he wanted to feel, to think about, to acknowledge. Enjoying the lack of any interruptions. Except for Moira who was still talking. He frowned.