I had no intention of adding this but its Smutastic Saturday, a tradition I intend to uphold as often as I can. Since neither of my WIP's are ready for smut yet, and because I just adore Lightwoman so much, I give you Countertoptiems!
Nope, Don't own Lie To Me or any of its wonderful characters!
Gillian looked down at her now-empty plate. She had cleared away the last traces of chocolate cream pie with her finger, licking greedily at the sweet creamy goodness.
Cal watched her devour her dessert with childlike abandon, his passion for her undiminished even after their recent activities. As she swiped her finger across her plate and inserted it into her mouth he felt the blood flow slowly leaving his brain. If she licked the plate he thought he might really have to throw her down on the kitchen floor and attempt round two, no matter how much he doubted his body's ability to perform again so quickly.
Gillian looked up and found Cal watching her, arousal plain on his face. She smiled slowly and raised her eyebrows before glancing down at the countertop, slowly sweeping her dish out of the way as she brought her eyes back to his, certain her meaning was clear.
"Something else I can get for you then, love?" his eyes held hers.
"I was just thinking how…convenient it was to have this nice countertop right in the middle of the kitchen." She rubbed her pals across the surface of the wooden butcher block in slow circles. "I've always admired how sturdy it is." She pressed down, testing her weight against the surface. "Looks like it could easily support my weight, maybe even both our weights," she offered suggestively.
"You know," he said coming around the counter," I've always meant to test that theory myself, just never got around to it." He spun her around. He placed his hands on her hips and she grabbed his shoulders for support as he boosted her onto the countertop. He leaned in against her, his hands pushing the hair back from her face as she looked down at him from her new position.
"Seems to be holding," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned down to kiss him. She took her time exploring his mouth this time. She wanted to memorize the feeling of his lips moving against hers, the play of his teeth against her bottom lip, and the way his tongue moved against hers tenderly.
He stroked the back of her neck and trailed his hands smoothly down her back until they came to rest at her hips. He pulled her forward gently and slipped his fingers beneath the hem of the polo shirt he had lent her, groaning against her mouth when he realized she hadn't bothered to put her panties back on. He pushed his hips against her, tearing free of her mouth to draw a shuddering breath as he leaned his forehead against hers.
"Cal…" she breathed, her voice heavy with arousal.
"Tell me what you want, love."
She drew back from him slightly, puzzled by his request. "I think you know what I want," she smiled at him.
"This time I want you to tell me. Tell me every detail. Where do you want me to start?"
His tone was one she had never heard before. He ran his hands up her thigh and she closed her eyes, shivering beneath his fingers.
He stopped moving, waiting for her to direct him. "Tell me Gillian," he insisted.
She bit her lip. She wasn't one for too much talk during sex but she found his commanding tone exciting. "I want you to touch me," she said hesitantly.
"Where do you want me to touch you?" His hand still hadn't moved.
"There," she gestured to the space between her thighs.
"I'm sorry, love, I didn't hear you. Where?" he pressed, sensing her discomfort but also her arousal.
"I want you to touch my…my pussy," she said tentatively.
"That's more like it," he said. His hands stroked gently up her thighs, pushing them apart. He drew the musky scent of her sex into his nose and through his parted lips like the sweetest perfume. He ran a finger across her moist swollen folds, brushing his thumb fleetingly across her clit causing her to tremble.
She leaned down, searching for his lips as her hands fisted at the back of his neck. "Inside me," she breathed against his mouth, suddenly impatient.
"Now, you're catching on." He entered the velvet softness of her sex as he pulled her into a deep kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers within her body. The tiny sound from the back of her throat drove him further, his fingers pressing up into her as his thumb pressed harder, just to the side of her clit, avoiding direct pressure on the over sensitized nerves.
She couldn't still the instinctive movements of her hips against his hand. The rhythm of his tongue and his fingers inflamed her but she wanted more. "Take off my shirt," she said, stilling her mouth against his for only a moment to allow him to comply with her request. "Kiss my breasts," she said.
Despite her seemingly newfound confidence, he heard the slight catch in her throat as she directed him; saw the light blush rise in her already flushed cheeks. Smiling, he did as she asked, taking a moment to marvel at how the dusky buds of her nipples perked up toward the ceiling. With a slight pang he realized it was probably because she had never nursed a child, but the thought was lost as he began feathering light kisses over the tops of her breasts. He used his tongue to trace lazy circles around her areolas before he latched on to a nipple, sucking hard until Gillian drew in a shaking breath, her hands running roughly through his hair as she held him in place. He used his tongue to sooth her before he abruptly drew her flesh between his teeth, biting down gently. Her strangled cry made his cock twitch.
His mouth was amazing. The combined sensations of his fingers inside her and his mouth against her breast sent shockwaves of pleasure through every limb. She ran her hands over his bare back, loving the way his freckled skin felt sliding beneath her palms, his muscles shifting as he moved his hands against her. She felt a familiar coiling tension below her belly and used her hands to draw his head away from her breast until he met her eyes. His face was flushed; his eyes nearly black.
"Tell me what you want Gillian," he growled.
She hesitated. "I want…I want you to put your mouth where your hands are." She breathed, searching for the right words, hoping he didn't mind her asking.
"God, I was hoping you'd ask that, love," he said, using the high counter stool to position himself between her thighs. "Lie back against the counter Gillian."
She did as he asked, her back sliding against the soft wood as he grasped her hips to pull her forward before he pulled her knees up over his shoulders. She had only a moment to savor the feeling of his warm breath against her flesh before he opened his mouth against her, his tongue tracing a path from her entrance to her clit. She jerked against him, the sudden sensation too much for her. He licked her up and down, his tongue swirling in tiny circles just inside her body before he probed deeper, his nose bumping directly against her clit.
He began stroking in and out, using his nose and lips to provide pressure as he listened to her increasingly desperate cries of delight.
She reached out until her fingers found the edge of the countertop and used it as leverage to press herself against his face as pleasure began to overwhelm her.
He shifted his tongue to her clit, pressing into her in time with the circling rhythm of her hips against his mouth. He brought his hands up; pressed his fingers into her roughly and she suddenly arched off the table, legs pressing hard into his shoulders in an orgasm that had clearly stolen her breath. He continued to stroke her as new silken wetness coated his fingertips, her soft inner walls trembling violently around him.
She exhaled sharply, her body finally relaxing as she moaned wordlessly above him.
He pushed her back on the counter slightly and released her legs. He pulled her up off the surface of the counter and cradled her limp body against his briefly before repositioning her lengthwise on the center island. He removed a condom from his pocket, thankful that he had taken Gillian's teasing comment about his kitchen seriously enough to grab it, and set it on the counter. Pushing his pajama bottoms down around his ankles he grasped his already throbbing cock and stroked himself as he looked at Gillian's naked body stretched out on his kitchen counter. He knew he would never eat a meal in this room again without picturing her here.
He vaulted up next to her and stretched out, the feel of her soft moistened skin against his set up a steady pulse in his cock and he was fairly certain that, despite his thoughts to the contrary a few moments ago, it wouldn't take much for him to come again. The wooden countertop was hard beneath him and he slipped an arm under her shoulder, cradling her to him as he gently kissed her neck.
She never wanted to move again. The wood was hard but cool against her burning skin but when Cal stretched out next to her and she felt the tension in his body; felt his erection pressing hard against her belly, she found a reserve of energy. She wrapped her arms around him and rolled so that he was on his back, her thighs straddling his hips. "Am I hurting you?" she asked, concerned about the hard surface.
"Not at all, love. Just need to grab…" he reached for the condom, tearing open the packaging quickly before she took it from him once again.
Leaning back on her heels she quickly sheathed his erection and then leaned forward on her knees, sliding back slowly so that he slipped easily inside her. She was so wet from his attentions a moment ago that penetration was no problem and she sank down until he filled her completely. She looked down at him. His face was tense and as she began to move in slow rolling arcs, the muscles of his jaw clenched rhythmically. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her palms as her hair fell to frame his face.
She loved the way his body felt gliding against hers. She was so slick and wet and the friction against her already sensitized clit was so delicious that she felt herself quickly moving toward release again. She picked up the pace of her movements, noting how Cal's fingers dug into her hips. His every breath ended in a soft moan as she slid up and down his shaft.
Suddenly he inhaled sharply, his hands stilling the movements of her hips momentarily before he groaned deeply between gritted teeth as he came deep inside her.
She rocked against him desperately then, using his lingering hardness to grasp desperately at the edge of orgasm, finally pushing herself over as she ground her clit against his hipbone before she collapsed limply against him, pinpoints of light bursting behind her eyes.
She didn't know how long they lay there, but gradually she became aware of Cal's hands stroking her hair and shoulders. His breathing had quieted and he whispered soothing words against her ear.
A tear leaked slowly down her cheek that had nothing to do with sadness. "I Love you Cal," she whispered quietly.
"I love you". His voice was rough against her ear.
"I don't think I can move."
"You don't ever have to move again if you don't want to," he said sincerely.
She lifted her head slightly. "But how will I get more pie?" she asked seriously and he laughed deep in his throat, a sound unfamiliar to her ears. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever heard.
So was it worth it?
