Baby Grands

Gotham

Nygmakins

3 - Language

French… apparently, he spoke French. Lee scrunched up her nose, mightily annoyed with how attractive she found that. He had been on his knees between her legs when she heard him breathe the words "si doux" and he gave her a kiss that made her legs shake. It almost made her come then and there, but she maintained at least some control. Nearly every tryst after, he made sure to slip some of the language in, knowing how it caused her to come unglued. His hands would glide over her body as he called her "mon bien-aimé" and sucked lightly on her earlobe. He loved the way her mouth dropped prettily open and her eyes fluttered closed every time.

"Please don't stop that," she whispered in his ear, bringing a sharp-nailed hand down the front of his chest. "I don't think you know what it does to me."

A leather-gloved hand swept up the front of her body to land palm-down between her breasts, and he felt her heart hammering under his touch. Lee's eyes blazed at him, telling him everything he needed to know. He slid a hand down, under her panties, to bring soft leather against even softer skin. A somewhat fiendish smile spread across the Riddler's face and he leaned down to place his lips beside her ear.

"Je vais te baiser jusqu'à ce que tu ne puisses plus respire," he snarled in return, his free hand wrapping teasingly around her throat. He felt and heard her answering groan and it caused his cock to twitch. "Let's see if you can figure that one out…"

With that, he pulled his hand out of her panties, grabbed her knee more roughly than normal and wrapped her leg around his hips as he pinned her beneath him. She spread her legs instantly, loving this Edward. He didn't bother even yanking her panties off her, just sliding them to the side. After pausing a moment to ensure their safety, he pushed unceremoniously into her. His hand on her throat tightened, but she grinned defiantly back at him, daring him to grip harder.

Hours later, they lay sore, sweaty, and tangled up in each other. She had a red mark on her ass the exact size and shape of his left hand, still encased in leather. Red stripes decorated his chest and back and he had reddish-purple stains from the edges of his lips to his collar bones. His normally-perfect hair had frizzed and curled in all directions, and Lee's dark waves spilled over the pillow in tangles. Ed's head rested, exhausted, on Lee's chest and her arms draped around his shoulders, totally relaxed.

"Merde," she whispered, her voice raspy and tired. "Just… damn."

She swore like a sailor during sex. The first time she had gripped his hips, her fingernails biting into his skin, and growled "Fuck me like you mean it, goddammit" had nearly given him a heart attack. After that, he couldn't help thrusting into her until both of them were sore, leaning heavily against the wall since they hadn't even made it to the bed yet. By the time they fell between the sheets with her hissing filth in his ear, he had lost control. Every subsequent time she dropped a language bomb like that, it always made him blanch, trying to work out if she'd said what he thought she had. She grinned up at him every time, watching him enjoy her attitude.

"My dear, you'll have to watch that mouth of yours," the Riddler growled at her, teeth finding the shell of her ear. He let her feel how hard she had him, talking like that. "You'll end up in more trouble than you can handle."

Lee simply pressed her lower body tightly against his, the tiny scrap of lace she guessed passed for panties rubbing hard against the front of his green trousers. When they looked down, she had left a wet mark there. She already knew how badly she was in over her head with him, and at moments like this she didn't care. Tonight, they only wanted each other, right now, and nothing else particularly mattered. Her hand caught his, her lips sucked his fingertips, and then she guided him down between her legs. They could both feel the result of his touches dripping down her inner thighs.

"God, I'm so wet," she moaned back, pushing her hips forward when he slid his up and down over her clit, still teasing her. She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Come on… I want your fingers inside me right fucking now."

He couldn't help but indulge her, slipping his bare fingers into her and catching the moan she answered with in his mouth. She kept her grip on his wrist, showing him exactly how she longed to be touched, and now she wouldn't accept anything less. Now he knew, so here on out he'd better get it right! Ed's teeth found the throbbing pulse point at her throat the same time as he found where to curl his fingers inside her. Her hands gripped his shoulders and she tilted her head back as, little by little, he bit down harder and played her body like a fine instrument.

Half the night later, both Lee and Ed lay half-clothed in the wrecked covers. Some nights, it felt better to simply tease each other to Hell and back. His arousal pressed through his open trousers against her thigh. His fingers and lips still tasted of her, and she had kissed him eagerly when he got through with her. Her mouth and tongue had driven him half-crazy as well, but she refused him his climax. Not just yet, she insisted. Her hands raked through his hair and he diverted the attention of his mouth to the hollow of her throat.

"This time, I want to be on top," she demanded, pulling on his mostly-open shirt. "And I'll hold you down if I have to…"