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He crushed his mouth to hers, immediately prying her lips apart with his tongue and practically devouring her until she had no choice but to turn her head in order to get a good breath.
She felt him rubbing his thigh against her, the raw friction driving her wild and she gasped at the sensations he was causing her.
His lips only left hers a fraction of an inch, pouncing back on her as soon as she took a breath. With one hand, he tangled his fingers through her hair- gripping tightly and angling her head just right for him to continue his oral endeavors.
And with the other hand, he slowly snaked it down her side, running his finger tips along her thigh before moving over the curve of her hip and toward her center.
She moaned into his mouth when he ran a finger along her folds, almost reverent as he parted her with his thumb and middle finger. She pressed her mouth to his harder; gripping at his silver hair, knowing where he was going and practically begging as she thrust her hips into his hand, desperate for the contact.
And then she broke the kiss and pressed her head back into the pillow as his index finger began to trace around her clit, using just enough pressure to give her stimulation- but not enough to completely satisfy.
God, he was such a god damn tease!
"Jethro, please", she moaned.
She opened her eyes, not even caring that his smirk was pure arrogance- as long as he kept touching her there.
He replaced his fingers with his thumb and moved them down to her opening, kissing her throat lightly before slowly entering two fingers into her.
And that's when she suddenly realized how sore she really was down there- she let out a low moan that had nothing to do with pleasure and tensed up, immediately reaching down to push his hand away.
He jumped away from her as if she had burned him and moved to the far side of the bed.
"Jen", he questioned, and she could hear the fear along with the uncertainty in his voice.
She shook her head, moving to lay on her stomach, suddenly frustrated that the moment and mood had been ruined.
How the hell was she supposed to tell him that she was still sore from him last night?
"Jenny?", he questioned again.
She let out a frustrated sigh, desperately not wanting to have this conversation.
"Jethro, I'm just... I'm sore", she said carefully, looking up to meet his eyes.
He stared at her for a minute, looking as if he were deep in thought.
"From last night", he stated more than questioned, his eyes narrowing
She watched him sit there for a second and then he crawled back toward her, his expression impossible to read.
When he was next to her again, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder blade before moving up to place a one more on the back of her neck, finally moving to kiss a sensitive spot behind her ear, "Turn over", he growled hotly into her ear and she couldn't suppress the shiver at the roughness in his voice.
She rolled over onto her back, curious as to what he was planning.
He crawled over top of her like a predator stalking over his prey, and latched his mouth to her neck.
Had she not just told him she was still sore? Was he still trying to have sex with her? She didn't want to have to spell it out in detail as to what exactly hurt and why, but if he was still trying to make love to her- no matter how sweet or romantic he was trying to be- then she wasn't going to have a choice in the matter.
She ran both hands through his hair before gently bringing his head up so his eyes would meet hers, "I said I'm sore Jethro. No sex until I recover", she dead panned and grimaced slightly when he physically winced at the word 'recover'.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally her mouth, where he lingered for a moment, "You ever hear the expression 'kiss it better', Jen?", he mumbled against her lips and kissed her again.
Her eyes went wide, knowing exactly what he meant and the sudden rush of excitement at his words left her momentarily speechless.
So she just nodded her head.
He kissed his way down her throat, across her collar bone, making his way to her breasts where he nuzzled his unshaven face between them, eliciting a low moan from her at the sensation.
Moving lower, he kissed his way down her toned stomach, settling himself on his stomach between her spread legs, kissing over her navel, hip bone, and then placing an intimate kiss on the inside of her thigh.
She looked down at him, meeting his eyes and she smiled almost shyly.
Of course she had been on the receiving end of oral sex before- hell, he had probably been the best out of all the men to offer the service. But the way he was looking at her right now, the raw desire and lust in his eyes made her blood boil and her anticipation to mount to new levels, feeling almost vulnerable under his hungry gaze.
He breathed on her, his warn moist breath barely caressing her, but she couldn't remember being more turned on- and he hadn't even touched her there yet.
She squirmed slightly, more of a twitch, under him, willing him to lower his mouth to her.
He placed both hands on either side of her hips, holding her down firmly and then leaned forward, letting the tip of his tongue trace alone the seam of her folds.
She closed her eyes briefly, "Jethro, please.. More", she whined before meeting his eyes again, hoping and praying he could see the need in her eyes.
He moved his arms around her thighs, bringing his hands to her centre, his fingers carefully spreading her lips wide apart so she was fully exposed in front of him, her engorged clit begging for attention.
Suddenly, without warning, he descended upon her, taking her clit into his mouth and sucking - brutally hard- while his tongue rapidly flicked across it.
She screamed.
"Shit! Oh god, oh god! Jethro!", she cried, bucking her hips as much as she could while still in his grasp. One of her hands gripped tightly to the sheets while the other one reached down to clench his silver hair, holding his head right where she wanted him as he continued his delicious assault on her.
She could feel the heat rising in her belly, feel the need for release so close, she could already see the stars starting to form in the corner of her eyes.
And then it was gone.
He easily broke free of her grip and removed his mouth from her.
"No Jethro! I'm so close! Jethro!", she cried out, bucking her hips into his face, "God, please.. I need, I need-", she cut off, realizing that he was just staring at her, his mouth hovering over her, just centimeters away from where she wanted it.
When she finally caught her breath and stopped shaking, she looked down to glare at him, "Son of a bitch", she swore.
Ugh, she hated it when he did that. Got her all worked up, just to let her fall short. Sure, it was worth it in the end, but the path to that proverbial end was frustrating as hell.
"Pace yourself Jenny", he said with a smirk and kissed her thigh, nipping it and then running his tongue over to soothe it.
"You do that again and I swear, I'll finish myself off", she said, knowing that his pride would never warrant her that option while she was in the same bed as him.
He chuckled, "You know damn well your fingers won't be near as good as my tongue", he said and she shut her mouth because she knew he was right.
Arrogant bastard.
He was a man of few words, but she swears his tongue was borderline sinful.
She laid her head back into the pillow and stared at the ceiling, sighing softly as he lowered his mouth back down to her, kissing her so very intimately.
He traced the tip of his tongue around her well before he dipped it into her heat, and she tensed, moaning his name as he thrust it in and out of her- god, he felt so good.
He lapped at her, nibbled, licked, and sucked until she was a mass of quivering need, completely at his mercy for her pleasure. She was so intent on his tongue and the sweet torture of it that she was caught completely off guard by his next words:
"So where do we stand Director?", he asked.
What the hell?! Did he really just ask that while she was thrusting her pussy into his face, a moments touch from coming apart in what was about to be the best orgasm she had in a really long time?
Maybe since Paris.
"Not now Jethro", she panted airily, desperately willing him to use his mouth for something useful instead of talking.
He placed his tongue right below her well and then drug it slowly up, flicking her clit for only a second before pulling back again, keeping her on edge.
"Is this a one time thing or continuous?", he asked, nuzzling the inside of her thigh with his stubble.
She shook her head, not wanting to think talk about this- just wanting the oblivion that his tongue promised. Was he really going to talk about this right now? She could barely form a thought, let alone contemplate the vast meanings and implications behind his words.
She reached down to tangle her fingers into his short hair, gently pushing him toward her, hoping he would take the hint.
He leaned forward, but just to place a light kiss on her engorged clit. And then he backed off again.
She let out a load groan, squirming and thrusting and begging, "Jerhro", she whined, "I need you".
She looked down at him, looking him straight in the eyes.
For a second they just stared at each other.
"Are you mine Jenny?", he asked.
And like that, her control snapped.
She threw her head back, pressing it into the pillow, "Son of a bitch! Yes! Yes, I'm yours-" she cried out and only got louder when he immediately sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue across it almost violently- faster and faster, just like he had done earlier.
"Fuck! Jethro!", she screamed as she started to tumble toward the edge, gripping his hair with both hands, holding him to her, refusing to let him deny her any longer. "Jethro! I'm gonna, I- I'm gonna cum! Oh god!"
She thrust into his mouth, her entire body going rigid as her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, taking her higher and higher until she saw stars, jerking involuntarily- god, she couldn't remember cumming this hard- like, ever.
And it had just been oral sex.
He slowed down gradually when she started to twitch slightly, gently easing her down from her unimaginable high.
She loosened her grip in his hair, using one hand to gently run her fingers through it, hopefully soothing his scalp from where she had pulled his hair.
She laid there, completely relaxed as he lapped sensually at her juices, collecting his reward, so to speak.
He placed one last kiss on her inner thigh before kissing his way back up her body, kissing over the bite mark lovingly before laying down on his side beside her, rubbing his warm palm over her stomach before draping his arm possessively over her middle.
She looked up at his arrogant smirk and laughed, "Wipe that smile off your face", she growled playfully.
He kissed her lips softly, "Can't help it. You're mine", he stated matter-of-factly.
She froze.
Had he really been serious about that? This was only a one time thing; an accident if you wanted to get technical. She hadn't planned on having sex with him in his basement. Hadn't planned on waking up only for him to bury his face between her legs.
She was his boss and he was her subordinate. And they couldn't be anything more than that.
"Jethro", she started, not really knowing where to start, "We can't", she whispered.
He shook his head, "Don't do this Jen", he said, "Don't let yourself be miserable just for the job."
She just raised an eyebrow at him, "Who says I'm miserable?", she challenged.
He stared at her hard, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers, "Tell me you don't miss us.", he whispered.
She looked away but he placed a finger under her chin, gently bringing her eyes back to his.
"I miss you Jenny.", he said, brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She captured his hand with her own, bringing it to her lips, kissing it reverently, "I miss Paris. I miss us", she said softly.
She sighed when he reached forward, brushing her hair back our of her face.
"Two conditions Jethro", she said seriously.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"This stays out of the office", she stated and he rolled his eyes, probably annoyed with her for stating the obvious.
"And?", he asked.
"I'm not marrying you", she said just as seriously.
He just laughed, "I think I can live with those", he said and captured her lips with his own.
She smiled into his kiss.
So could she... So could she.
A/N: That's the end of this one. Reviews are the breakfast of champions (;
3 Lenea