A/N: This is embarrassingly plotless and smut-oriented and... hopefully you won't hate it?
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3.18 - When, after the dinner interruption by all of Roman's assassins, sex needed to happen.
Mr. Velvet
"Jane?" He entered their bedroom cautiously, after having waited for her for almost half an hour. What had happened to that quick shower?
Roman had lost a major battle that day. And he had what felt like her full-on attention back.
Roman's never getting away from me ever again. - In her very own words.
That was a shocking sentence to hear from her. And he didn't really know how to feel about it. Because, no matter how relieving it was seeing their family on the top of her priorities' list again, he couldn't just ignore the emotional baggage his wife must have been through to reach to that conclusion.
Was that another phone call she was trying to digest before sharing the latest deadly Roman-threats with him? He turned the lights on when no one replied, only to find her lying on his side of the bed, covered under the blankets, staring back at him as if it'd taken him forever to start searching.
"Hey, what are you doing in the d…" but he never got to finish that sentence.
Her arm shot suddenly and moved behind her back, taking the bed covers she was holding with it.
"Waiting." She replied with the most mischievous smile, her eyes throwing promises at him.
He moved closer to their bed, unable to do anything else but follow her call. Truth be told, finding her waiting for him like that was somehow unexpected after the hell day they'd been through. But still, the view was too good to keep probing this.
"Coming?" She almost ordered, enjoying his out of place look way too much to try hiding it.
"I thought you…" He gave another shot at processing the nude seduction that was luring him; only to miserably fail his own phrase, carried away by the curves emerging from the sheets.
If Sirens were real, then this was the end of him.
But so be it…
"Uh, uh." She waved her head in disapproval; covers instantly returning back in place, blocking both his bed-entrance and his sight off.
"No clothes allowed." She added stubbornly, providing him with the sweetest unblushing smile he'd ever seen.
Maybe removing those pants wasn't such a bad idea after all…
"That's better…" She jokingly encouraged his silent obedience; piercing him with jolt-sending eyes, before silenced herself by the lightning kiss he greedily stole in reply.
"This is nice." He commented after his hands had snaked suitably enough around her body.
"My thought exactly…" She went on with her foreplay, while knowingly pressing her pelvis on the hardening erection between them.
"This is what Mr. Velvet should have been in the first place." She added as she rolled him on his back and laid prone on top of him.
She couldn't have picked a worse anticlimax than a Rich Dotcom mention in bed; but, with her circling movements keeping his body occupied, not even him would ruin the heat of their moment.
And as the muscles under her mound were pushing their way to her vulva, her legs started reaching for the bed; straddling his thighs and sending his head forcefully to the pillow with the intimate warmth added to her stimulation.
Enveloped between her parted folds, he couldn't restrain the pleasure-filled inhale before returning to her mouth, seducing her lips and meeting her own low moaning sounds at their source. He could feel her nipples pricking his chest as his hands run on her back to press her even closer. He could feel her clit jutting, drawing vibrating lines on his length as her grinding stepped up the pace.
He could feel his need for her inflating, but somehow this wasn't his choice to make.
This was her moment. And he wanted to give her as much satisfaction his body could provide. So, ignoring his complaining arousal seeking to meet her depths, he started working on her body instead. There weren't much he could really do from his position, but this first orgasm was hers; hers only and he would be there every step of the way. His hands were traveling her skin, fondling any place they were able to reach and encouraging her rhythmical movements up and down his frame.
Her core became more demanding, slick and hot and driving him completely crazy with every pass over his tip. Her breath was meeting his even faster and her look was getting foggy. Coming closer to the edge, she broke their eye contact to hide her face in his neck; needing more skin connection to hold onto.
His hands were now massaging the back of her thighs, giving a slight extra push to her upward thrusts and a very-not-slight jolt to every single sensor between her labia; his very own sensitive area sharing the excitement as well. And she was now panting. Lost in his scent and the warmth of his embrace, she was taking her final rounds before the orgasmic bliss.
She was coming quietly, nibbling his shoulder and holding his torso tight. And he… he didn't mean to interrupt her moment; but as her flesh started pulsing around him, the strength that allowed him to only provide a grinding surface for her to take her own pleasure started quitting. And as her figure started trembling on him, he couldn't help it but seek for more participation.
He didn't push into her nor tried to provide additional stimuli; but as her orgasm began happening, his fingers moved from her thigh to the edges of her entrance. He didn't want to distract her and he certainly didn't mean to steal the glory of her moment. He just needed to feel her, be present as much as he could; even with a tiny selfish touch to trace the wetness he helped created.
The approving smile on his fingers' arrival and the downward movements to meet and push against his palm were making it pretty clear she was OK with his initiative, but he refused to move things along until she was truly ready for him to do so. Speeding up her re-orientation a bit, she stopped her dragging out motions by bringing her entrance on his tip, perfectly fitting his erected end at the borders of her pulsing core. She'd gone back to kissing him, their tongues sharing a different story, but when it came to their bodies… his move.
He finally pushed into her unable to maintain his composure any longer, ready to get lost inside her inner crevice. A long moan left his throat as the sweet heat surrounded his length and she pulled him lovingly towards her; to a sitting position that was allowing a better view of their bodies. She was still on top of him, riding his lap this time, but as his hands and mouth found access to her front he couldn't care less about changing positions.
He was guiding her movements with a firm hold on her waist, while his other hand was dearly caressing her breast. His tongue claiming one nipple and his fingers trapping the other between their friction; making her back arch and her pitch rise higher. Her walls were already getting tighter around him and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it for much longer.
"Close." He whispered heavily to her ear, sucking a kiss on her neck.
"Good." She replied in an equally raspy voice, pulling out and taking him all the way in; her firm move totally overpowering his rhythm handling.
"You too…" He expressed his wish faltering, while his fingers dropped instinctively to her clit.
He tried to circle the sweet spot, pressing and stroking with his fingers in an attempt to give her the pleasure her inner muscles were gifting him, but…
"I'm good." She gave him a meaningful kiss on the lips, before softly pulling out to lie down on the bed, signaling him to follow.
Seated as he was between her legs, he found the opportunity to place a fleeting kiss at the exposed nub before returning to the more traditional coitus she was suggesting, clearly unsatisfied by her previous interruption. But the minute his tongue started lapping the swollen spot…
"Kurt, you have to hurry." She struggled to explain, while dragging him to her with hands around his neck.
And as he mercifully consented, slipping into her was all she ever needed to start losing control once again. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss and placed her legs around his waist, finding the perfect angle for some final thrusts before surrendering himself to the vibrating sensation.
God, he'd missed her; he thought a few minutes later, while trying to gather his limbless body off her.
"Not yet." That was almost a plea, escorted by her tightening hold on him.
She raised her head to meet his mouth in a kiss that hadn't lost its eagerness, before confessing with relief -the never heard since their break up- "I missed you."
"I missed you, too… Mr... Velvet!" He starred into her eyes smiling amusingly, only to drop the boyish look and hug her even closer.
His Siren was real…
But she was his to cherish.