Her Name
Author: Eden Lee Raven
Rating: NC-17
Notes: So I'm a horny mofo. Bask in the results of this.
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She gently pushes me against the wall and lifts my legs up around her waist, before leaning in and grabbing my lips with hers in a kiss that seems to burn.
There's a lot of things I miss about Faith when she's gone; her laugh, her dimples, the way she chuckles at the most inappropriate times, the way her mind twists the most innocent of sentences so dirty. I could go on forever about the things I miss when she's not here. But there is absolutely nothing that could ever compare to her kiss.
I'm not sure what it is about them that makes me crave them like air. She doesn't really do anything different. Maybe it's just her. Or maybe, despite general thought, it isn't sex that's the most intimate thing in the world, it's this. Her soft lips against mine, telling me everything in her world that she doesn't know how to say. Telling me everything she wants to say to me, but just doesn't know how.
Her hands roam under my top, fluttering over skin that burns for her touch, until she reaches the waistband of my jeans. I unfurl one of my legs and brace in on the wall behind her. From the look in her eyes before, it's been a long three weeks for her. I'm gonna need all the steadying objects I can find, while the storm of her washes through me.
I feel a tug and the button from my jeans bounces to the floor, but I don't care. I never care when she's right here with me.
The zip on my pants gets ripped down and then her fingers are sliding through the liquid want she finds between my legs and I tear my mouth from hers to let go of a deep moan, that's been building in my throat. She doesn't waste any time now her lips are free. They immediately go to my neck and I feel her teeth softly bite down, as her finger slide into me.
The pain and the pleasure mix together so perfectly, it makes my hips jerk forward, a hairs breath away from falling off that edge. I'm not worried if I do, I know she won't stop until I'm done, until my body's stopped moving for her, even those little involuntary jerks.
One, two, three short and sharp thrusts is all it takes, and I'm not just falling off that edge, I'm plummeting. Distantly I feel my hands tighten around the back off her neck, dimly I feel her take her mouth from the skin of my throat so she can watch my fall. But most of all I feel her.
She doesn't stop thrusting up into me, if anything she does it that little bit harder, deeper, faster. And before I'm even back to earth I'm gone again. My entire body sings at the release she's giving me, my mouth joining in with it.
And she just watches me. As I arch against her, as I thrust onto those fingers, as I call out her name like it's the only thing I remember. Maybe it is.
She doesn't finish throwing me off that edge until much later. I stay pinned against the wall by her body, by her fingers, by her eyes. She doesn't slowly pull her hand from my pants until I've come another six times.
But I'm not done yet, and she knows it. She planned it this way. Saving some for later, when we're naked and her skin against mine is all I can focus on, past the blinding pleasure she brings me to.
"Can I keep you?" her whisper tickles across my lips, making them tingle, making them want her kiss as if it's chocolate.
"Forever." My reply is just as soft, and I can see a shiver roll down her back, from the feel of my lips so close to hers.
"It's not long enough."
"And ever." A soft smile curls up her lips at the corners as she looks into my eyes.
"It's still not long enough." A second before I breach those last few millimetres and capture her lips in a soft and gentle, but hungry kiss, I give her the answer she's expecting.
"I know."
