Caveat lector: Okay, readers, I'm not kidding. There's some serious adult stuff going on here. Lots of loving, consenting-adult smut with a light seasoning of angst, just 'cause I loves me the angst. Not my first time writing smut, but my first time writing happy smut.
Non habeo, sed solum mutuor.
This kiss is new. This is something he's never experienced before, not with the gold-diggers or the celebrity-groupies or the badge-bunnies. Not with that random, anonymous bar-fly he'd met right after his release from prison and with whom he'd tried to exorcise twelve years of anger and sexual frustration in eighteen hours of hard fucking. Not even with his ex-wife, within the intimacy and license of their marriage bed—or their adulterous bed, for that matter.
This kiss is a revelation. He's not consciously aware of what their individual lips and tongues are doing; rather, he experiences it as a holistic event. Not Charlie kissing Dani and Dani kissing Charlie, but charlie&danikissing.
A blissful eternity passes before he pulls his mouth away from hers. "There's no going back from this, Dani. This is it. I need you to be sure. I can't lose you after this." His hands come up to cup her bottom, pulling her against him, and he groans as she rocks her hips into his.
"I'm not going anywhere, Charlie. Even if they find out and we get split up as partners, I'm here. I will always be here with you."
He stills at that. "Don't promise me always." Suddenly he's no longer in the moment. Suddenly he's remembering his wedding day. Jen, looking so young, standing before him in her ivory satin, promising him for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health. 'Til death do us part. He'd never guessed that the deaths that parted them wouldn't be theirs. Then he's in his cell, the CO in the doorway holding out an open envelope, a palpable smugness radiating off him as he offers Charlie the single most insincere condolence he's ever experienced, along with the divorce papers she'd already signed.
"Charlie." Her hands are on his face again, shaking it slightly this time. "Don't do this. You know me. You know I won't do that to you." She knows him so well she can see where his memories have taken him. "Even if you go to prison for killing Roman, I'm with you." He can see the tears starting to track down her face, can feel his own. "I'll find a place near whatever prison you're in, and I'll come every day to see you; and if they won't let me see you, I'll stand outside the fence or the wall, and even if you can't see me, you'll be able to hear me, because every day I'll shout 'I love you, Charlie Crews,' over and over, as loud as I can and for as long as I can, until I'm hoarse."
He can't stand it anymore. He rolls over, pinning her to the mattress with the weight of his body. "Always?" He leans on one elbow, his hand buried in her hair, his free hand stroking up her leg and over the curve of her hip, pushing up the t-shirt, sliding over her belly to cup the fullness of her breast.
"Always. Always and forever." Her hands gather the fabric of his t-shirt and haul it up over his head, then start pushing at the waistband of his pants as he leans back to pull the shirt all the way off and throws it across the room. He tries to distract her by pulling her t-shirt over her face, trapping her arms in it, then slides down her body as she wrestles with the fabric.
His lips trail down her neck and chest, occasionally nipping up bits of her flesh between his teeth and tonguing them briefly before moving on. He pauses his descent at her left breast, just as she pulls the shirt off over her head. He takes her nipple into his open mouth, engulfing the areola and sucking hard. The sound of her gutteral moan shoots down his spine and blossoms in his root chakra, and he has to restrain himself from bucking against the mattress. He kisses his way back down to her breastbone, then down the midline of her torso, pausing again at her navel, probing with the point of his tongue.
His shoulders nudge her thighs open as he slides further down and buries his nose into her mound, inhaling her scent for a moment before his need to taste her overpowers him. He flattens his tongue against her, lapping at her outer lips, then slips the tip just under her hood to flick against her clit. She shifts and moans as he teases her gently, then gasps as he pushes his tongue into her as far as it can go, his mouth open wide and his exposed teeth grazing her sensitive flesh.
He thrusts over and over and he knows she would be thrashing out of control if it weren't for the fact that he's holding her down with one arm across her waist and has her right leg trapped under his left and he just keeps thrusting and curling the tip of his tongue into that one spot as her walls start to pulse and then he pulls his tongue out and begins to suck hard and his lips form a seal that creates a sudden pressure that makes her come into his mouth in a strong spurt of hot sweetness. He just keeps sucking and drinking down her goodness and feeling her stomach muscles shuddering under his arm and her free leg kicking at the bed until it collapses limp and quivering and she's panting and trying to catch her beath. He breaks the seal and eases the pressure and goes back to lapping gently for a moment before he kisses the inside of her thigh and rolls away onto his back.
He's so hard right now that his pyjama pants, as loose and soft as they are, are a torture. But he wants to wait a moment before he presumes to suggest that they go any further tonight. He can take care of himself, again, if he has to. He moves back up the bed and just lays beside her, watching her breathe and enjoying the clean, tangy scent of her. Not touching her, though.
Not until she reaches for him. Reaches for the drawstring on his pants and tugs it loose as she pulls him back on top of her, into the cradle of her hips. Her feet come up to rest on his ass, kneading the muscles gently with her toes for a moment before those same toes grasp the back of his waistband and start to push. It's a good idea, in theory, but it doesn't quite work, because the front of the waistband gets… hung up, and he has to pull back to free himself. He watches her eyes go wide as he kneels between her thighs and finishes removing his pants.
"Whoa. Where, exactly, do you hide that thing, Crews, when you put on those expensive and well-tailored suits of yours?" She's suddenly grinning like he's never seen her grin before, and he can't help but grin, himself, even as he flushes scarlet at her question.
"It's a secret." He leans over her on his elbows and knees, trying to keep his erection from coming into contact with her belly as he kisses her deeply.
She has a smirk on her lips as he comes up for air. "A secret, huh?"
"You remember that day in junior high, the one where they took all you girls aside to talk about feminine hygiene and stuff? Well, that's when they taught us… bigger guys how to do things like fit into tailored pants." He leans back down to fasten his lips to her throat, right over her larynx.
"What do they teach the smaller guys?" He can feel her words vibrating against his lips.
"Dunno." He raises his head and looks into her eyes as he lowers his hips until his shaft rests in her wet slit, the glans nestled against her hood. "Maybe how to compensate for not being bigger?" Her quick laughter turns to a sharp "oh!" as he shifts his hips back then thrusts forward slightly, his head coming to rest just against her entrance. He's still holding her gaze, watching her pupils dilate until he can't see any iris, watching the rosy flush spread across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, trying to keep himself under control so he doesn't thrust hard and come in the first ten seconds.
They gasp simultaneously when he starts to slide into her, and he's about halfway home when her knees come up until her heels are resting in the small of his back and her toes are digging into his ass again. This changes the angle of her hips, and suddenly he can't help but thrust the rest of the way. He can feel when his glans hits her cervix and he's suddenly seeing stars and he doesn't know how he manages not to come in that instant, as she's bearing down and arching her hips back hard into the mattress, but he hangs on. Her hips come up again as he starts to pull back, so he thrusts again and bottoms out again and her hips buck upwards this time. He pistons out and in a half-dozen times in quick succession and suddenly her body seizes up and her head snaps back and she comes so hard that she can't even make a sound—and he's still rock-hard and not quite at his peak. He's surprized at this and thinks that maybe, if he works it right, he can make her come a third time before he's done, so he pulls out.
He shifts off her, and moves to the side again, kneeling next to her and stroking her stomach as she recovers. "Dani, can you roll over on your tummy for me once you've caught your breath?" She opens her eyes and smiles, and his breath catches as she repositions herself on her knees, her bottom in the air and her thighs spread wide as they can go, with her head resting on her crossed forearms. She turns her head to look at him over her shoulder, and her face is so calm and loving and trusting that his heart expands in his chest and his eyes tear up.
He reaches over and strokes the hair from her face, running his hand over her head and along her spine to her ass, stroking a finger down then reaching under to cup her mound gently in his palm. Her happy hum floods him with warmth that flows straight to his cock. He moves so he's kneeling behind her, still cupping her, then ducks his head to kiss the base of her spine as he presses two fingers into her. Her back arches, and she pushes against his hand, her fluids dripping from his fingers as he withdraws them and cups her again. "Are you ready to come again, Dani? Do you want me to come with you, come inside you? I think you're ready, but I need you to tell me that I can do this, that you can handle this, taking me this way. Giving up control to me for just a little while."
"I'm in your hands, Charlie, literally; you can have me any way you want me. I trust you." She reaches between her legs to press his hand harder against her, then slips a finger between his to rub against her clit. She's still rubbing, gently, as he pulls his hand away. He grips her hips and thrusts into her hard, throwing her forward and off balance so that she has to stop rubbing her clit and grab onto the mattress with both hands.
He knows he's hitting a good spot when every muscle in her frame starts shivering and nonsense starts pouring out of her mouth as she thrusts and curls her pelvis, her canal gripping and massaging him. He's so close, but he wants her to experience the utmost pleasure he can give her, so he shifts his angle of thrust, raising one knee and placing that foot on the bed; this changes the alignment of his hips to hers and she screams as she comes and comes in great waves that he can feel all around him. He lets go then, crying out her name as he fills her.
