Saturday: Hunger
Rating: MA/NC-17
Pairing: Brennan/Booth
Spoilers/Warnings: none here
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, nor does the diner or any other recognizable stories or back plots. I do not know the people who make Bones and they don't know me. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Exploration through taste
I chuckled as her lips descended on mine, sealing off the sound. My lips opened in response, surprised when she followed me, sighing against my mouth then sinking until our lips were sliding, our head tilting to seek new angles. They clung together as I felt her hips rolling against me, the heat of her penetrating my heavy jeans.
Any uncertainty I had brought with me when I came to her door was erased as I felt those nimble fingertips curling against my chest, dragging their way over my rib cage sending tremors through my body. Already my own fingers had found their way under her t-shirt as we'd kissed, finding the smooth texture of her spine and waist. She groaned into my mouth and I was tugging at her, trying to bring her closer. My fingers crept higher, dragging her shirt up until I could trace patterns on her stomach and nearly brush my hands against the undersides of her breasts.
My hips rocked into hers roughly, fitting her more tightly against the wall, causing her to withdraw from my lips to let out a breathy gasp that nearly formed my name. Then came words, spilled in a whisper against my ear, raking electricity through my body, "I dreamed about you… about this… that's why I called you this morning."
Her head fell back, eye closed, as she rippled with excitement at whatever she was remembering. I watched that full bodied flush rise up to her face, my hands teasing their was up her back to play with the clasp of her bra as she continued, breathless, "It was like this… hot… you pinned me against a goddamn wall and we kissed… exploring the taste of each other. Like the pie. Earlier. I couldn't stop seeing it, your tongue…"
My lips found her neck as her fingers curled around the back of my neck to encourage me to devour the flesh there where she had been drawing lines with her ice earlier. Sucking lightly, my tongue found the lines of the taut muscle there, reveling in the flutter of her pulse when my lips met with the inside of her collarbone.
"Take off my shirt, Booth, please… I need to feel you against my skin."
Her arms came up and I ripped away that t-shirt in a flash, my fingers completing the task of unfastening her bra in a moment, releasing those delicious breasts to my hungry view. But I come down to them slowly, feeling her fingers in my hair. Nipping and sucking at her soft flesh, easing across her collarbone then down, I felt her nails against my scalp as I drew nearer and nearer to her nipples. Her back arched as I hovered over her light brown nipples, thrusting her breasts towards me, the peaks teasing at my lips, but still I resisted, letting my breath tease them until finally she dragged my head towards them with a low growl. "Don't tease me, Booth."
Sucking at the nipple she'd thrust into my mouth, I drew it out, stretching and teasing at it with the tip of my tongue. My hand came to the other nipple, rolling lightly circles over the tip until it was quivering under my touch. Then I began tugging and teasing it in rhythm with my mouth, delighting in the roll of her hips against me. When my teeth scraped lightly over the surface of her nipple, more words escaped her mouth, sending shivers down my spine as her hands came to my shoulders. "Oh—my pants… I need to be naked against you."
I'm not certain whether it was her or me that shook more as my fingers found the fly of her jeans, unfastening them quickly but then easing them down slowly, kneeling down to watch as each creamy inch of her soft pink flesh was exposed to my hungry eyes. Her hands were still at my shoulders as I brought my lips to her navel, sucking lightly at the sweet spot. I raced a trail of quick, nibbling kisses down the lower portion of her stomach, teasing kisses around the edges of the auburn curls at the apex of her thighs. My fingers found her thighs, teasing their way up to her hips as I inhaled the scent of her arousal.
I wondered now, as my lips came to suck at the insides of her quivering thighs, if she'd been this wet this morning when she'd been sitting so close. The hot, glowing pink flesh there seemed to match the delectable hue I'd seen on those cheekbones this morning and I groaned against her with the knowledge that I was probably correct.
The fingers in my hair were growing increasingly impatient, scraping nails over the rims of my ears and raking back through the short strands. In awe, I watched those silky thighs spread for me, allowing my lingering kisses to go further, finding the sensitive skin which had been hidden just moments before.
Bringing one hand up to her stomach to steady the slow, rolling motion of her hips, I brought the other down her thigh slowly over the tops, teasing at her kneecaps before sliding between her thighs and up, lightly brushing until they easing over slick folds. They hovered near the surface, just close enough to feel the heat and the wetness, sliding back and forth over the full length of those swollen pink lips. I could see the hooded pink tip of her clit protruding and dragged an unsteady finger over it, delighting in the gasping sigh that my motion elicited.
"Touch me… In my dream, you put your fingers inside me and teased me until…"
The rest of her words were lost from lips when I slipped on finger into the folds, sliding along the hot, thin flesh, teasing over the entrance to her pussy, then moving back, circling around the base of her clit until I felt goose bumps growing on her legs. I tried to stand slightly, finger still tracing lines through her folds, but her hands were clenched to my shoulders and locking me down and I knew better than to fight her on this.
I brought my mouth to the curve of her hip as my fingers continued their exploration of her, reveling in her softness. I traced my tongue down the bend of her hip then up the center of her stomach to her navel once more, urged on by the panting whimpers that were floating down to me. Turning my eyes up, I found her head bent down, watching my worship of her body. Those blue eyes were boring into me, urging me to increase my slow, torturous pace.
Without breaking her gaze, I brought my fingers to her clit, sliding just one finger lightly over the tip quickly. Then again. Then again. Gradually, I added another finger and began stroking the full length of the bundle of nerves, feeling myself growing unbearably aroused. My cock was aching for release as I tugged carefully at her clit, my fingers sliding easily over the heated skin. I had to press harder with the hand on her stomach to keep her hips from bucking violently against me.
When I felt the tension begin to build in her thighs, I pulled my finger away and brought it to my lips, sucking it in teasingly, still watching those flashing blue eyes. The moment my lips closed around the tip of my finger to taste that tangy sweetness, her mouth fell open and a shuddering moan raced through her body.
"Booth… I want you to taste me… Like the pie…"
Laughter spilled from both of our lips as I drew my finger from my mouth, teasing the dampness over the tops of her thighs before sliding back into her folds. This time, I didn't stop at her clit, instead, I came back to the entrance to her pussy, teasing over the slick spot lightly, then delving in a few inches before dragging back towards her clit. My finger teased back and forth until I leaned in and slid my tongue over the hooded surface of her clit, chasing a hissed stream of, "Yes, yes, yes…." from her lips. I could feel her nails digging into my skin, blazing scrapes along the back of my neck and into my hair. I was so incredibly hard and throbbing, but there was no way I was going to have just one taste.
I brought two fingers to her entrance, sliding in gradually as my lips found the base of her clit, tugging gently. My fingers immediately spread, treading deep to find the boundaries of the inside of her, finding her to be hot and slick and tight. I began moving after a moment, tracing lines along the trembling muscles there.
Her hips began rocking against my mouth as I sucked the fullness of her clit, her neatly trimmed curls tickling at my face. The smell of her was overwhelming and intoxicating and soon my sucking became rhythmic, matching with the thrusts of my fingers into her warm depths. The pace built, and I eased my tongue over the trembling tip as I sucked more urgently. Those damn fingers were weaving in my hair and my ears were filled with the sound of her incoherent moans and murmurs from above. I could feel her eyes still on me, hungry and I knew that flush was cloaking every inch of her skin.
The tremors inside of her were building when I drove a third finger into her, pressing deeper, circling her cervix and curling my fingers towards my face from inside. I pressed against the bone there as my pace became fervent. Practically the only thing that kept me on my knees, not driving my painfully hard cock into her, was the heat and smell of her. This I had never imagined. Like molten lava wrapped tightly around my fingers and sucked into my mouth, deliciously salty and warm in my mouth. I managed to glance up and found that her head was thrown back and every inch of her was rising and falling with my thrusts.
With renewed fervor, I closed my teeth through my lips around her clit as I sucked, clamping and releasing the stiff nub as her hips shook. The hand on her stomach came to her hip, forcing her roughly against the wall to steady her as I sensed her orgasm coming. I drove my fingers faster, pressing with each stroke more roughly against her, feeling the quaking of her pussy begin to clench around my fingers. A cry ripped from her throat as I pulled at her clit with my mouth, dragging the barest edge of my teeth over it as her fingers dug into my flesh at the back of my neck, shaking and fervent.
The shaking subsided and I found myself being pulled upward by my shirt collar. She brought me to my feet and met my eyes before yanking me roughly against her, claiming my lips with a fierce growl. Her tongue swiped over my lips, delving into my mouth. My trembling cock was throbbing through my jeans as her hips rocked into me, molding the lengths of our thighs and our torsos together, the peaks of her nipples pressed into my chest.
Her eyes flicked over my face as her teeth closed down on her lower lip. She came to focus on my lips as she said softly, "That's the face, Booth. The pie face."
I laughed then, burying my face against her neck and bringing my hands around her to sooth the still trembling muscles of her lower back. She was grinning mischievously as she brought her hands down until they were cupping my ass, pressing herself even more tightly against my throbbing erection.
Her lips came to my ear then, brushing teasingly as she spoke, taking the last of my control with her words: "I want you to fuck me, Booth."
End Note: I am that evil. But the long weekend promises to allow me to get lots of writing done… for this and other things.
This one belongs to spybarbie. It was written for her.
