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Chapter 8 by AnarchyX-Phile
He growled in the back of his throat and put his hand on top of her hand, pushing it down from his belt until her small hand was covering part of his erection. He squeezed her hand tightly, forcing her to grasp his cock firmly through his pants and his head fell back as his eyes closed. Good God this was wonderful. She reached up with her other hand and began unbuckling the belt, tugging on it impatiently until she was able to jerk it completely out of his belt loops and let it fall to the floor.
His hand was still on top of hers so she couldn't move away from his throbbing hardness, not that she wanted to, but it took her a few tries to get his pants button unfastened and his zipper lowered being one-handed; by the time she started easing his pants down—he had lost what little patience he had. He growled at her again and forced her to run her hand down the entire length of him, thrusting into her hand while his other hand pushed his pants the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them, kicking his shoes off at the same time but opting to leave his boxers on for the time being.
He scooped her up into his arms and looked around the room. Sure, they could go to the couch but he'd much rather have a bed to play in—but he didn't feel comfortable enough walking into her room without her inviting him there first.
He slowly made his way to the couch, praying that she would point him to the bedroom instead. She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him, her fingers coming up to play with the short hairs at the base of his neck as her tongue battled against his. He purposely bumped his shin against the coffee table and the sound he made caused her to break the kiss and look where he was headed.
She shook her head, "my room" she whispered against his mouth before her tongue flicked against his lips and he moved his hand to cup her butt, flexing and rubbing his fingers across her tight skin.
She squirmed against his hand and felt a pool of warmth begin growing between her legs. He swung open her bedroom door and they both stared at the bed looming in front of them. Dana bit down nervously on her lip as Mulder stumbled and paused in the doorway. Were they ready for this?
Finally, she was hit with an extra ounce of courage and she leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against his lips, before slightly pulling away and asking huskily, "would you rather do this standing up?"
Mulder's sexy laugh filled the air and his confident smile returned, he carried her over to the bed and laid her down softly on top of the covers. He moved towards the bottom of the bed and carefully lifted her foot into the air, sliding her shoe off and setting it down on the floor as his fingers lightly tickled up her leg until they reached the edge of her thigh highs. He lowered his head and kissed the exposed skin, smiling as he heard her gasp as her hands fisted into the bedding. As his fingers slowly tugged the tights down her leg, he kissed and tasted each square inch of skin as he exposed it. By the time he reached her foot, her heart was about to burst free from her chest. Then he started working on her other leg, taking much longer to expose this leg just because he loved hearing her moan and whimper his name.
When both legs were bare, he crawled onto the bed from the bottom, sliding up in between her legs until he was crouched in between the v of her legs. He leaned down and kissed her stomach as his fingers began tugging down her panties, feeling the thin lacy material stretch and threaten to rip from his unfamiliar touch.
Her hands dove into his hair, her nails running sharply against his scalp. She felt the tip of his tongue dip into her bellybutton and she sucked in a deep breath and then released that breath in one long hiss. His wet kisses began to move downwards, but he stopped when he felt her grip on his hair tighten. He looked up at her flushed face and his eyes widened when he saw that she was shaking her head no.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She dropped her eyes down to the bedding and shook her head again, "not that—not yet."
He nodded his head and kissed the soft skin of her lower abdomen before crawling towards the top of the bed, lying down on his side next to her and pulling her into his arms. She slid her arms around his back, and shifted until she was facing him, throwing her leg over his waist and slipping her hands under the band of his boxers.
"Hey listen, if you want to wait—I can leave. It won't change us if you say no." He said, his hand coming up to her to cup her cheek, this thumb running gently against her face.
Dana turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand, "I want this" she said softly and she began tugging his boxers off.
He hummed in the back of his throat and rolled on top of her, smiling as he leaned down to kiss her, slipping his tongue past her lips and against her teeth. His cock twitched when he felt her flick the tip of her tongue against his and he reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, lifting off her just enough to pull the straps from her arms before he lowered back down on top of her.
She arched her back and rubbed her breasts against his chest, feeling her nipples tighten and harden as his lips moved against her mouth. He finished pushing off his boxers since her arms were nowhere near long enough to finish the job, and they both gasped when his erection bobbed against her body and slid against her wet folds.
She lowered her hand down and hesitantly stroked his aching shaft, running her fingers lightly over his stretched skin as she marveled at his size. "Harder, grip it harder—please." He begged, her feather light touch not being nearly enough to begin soothing the fire raging within him.
She nibbled on her lower lip and tightened her hold, closing her fist around as much of him as she could before she pumped her hand down towards his base, a satisfied smile lifting the corners of her mouth when he moaned her name and bucked against her hand.
When her hand reached the tip of his shaft, she guided him to her entrance, shifting under him until she could spread her legs wider. She ran his head against her wetness, crying out as his heat seared her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and slid the tip of his penis into her, releasing her hand from him once he had sunk in an inch.
His upper body was shaking as he restrained himself from fully thrusting into her. Her reaction to his size when she had first felt it told him that he needed to start slow. He pushed in another inch and felt her body stretch against him—stretch for him. He dropped his head down until he was panting in her ear. "Talk to me Dana, I need to hear you."
Her hands went to his ass and her nails dug into his skin, her eyes were shut and he couldn't tell if her groans were a good or bad thing. The length of him that was inside her was in heaven and was beckoning the rest of him to join them—and god, how he wanted to. He pushed in another couple inches and paused; "I said talk to me, please!" his voice was rough as he tried to reign his body under control.
She tossed her head back and widened her legs, "just do it, now, all the way." He kissed her neck, biting down hard on her skin as he sank into her, still slowly but not stopping. When he was almost all the way in, she moaned and her hands went to press against her stomach, feeling him move inside her. He slowly pulled out of her and then reentered her, faster this time and continued until he bottomed out, making her squeal when he rotated his hips and drove deeper into her.
"Oh fuck—" she moaned, her body squirming beneath him, "you're so big." She didn't say it because she thought he wanted to hear it, but because it was completely true. He was too good to be true—much too good.
At this same moment, Mulder was thinking the exact same thing. She was so tight and snug against him, her inner muscles squeezing and clamping down on him every time he moved inside her. "Oh Dana… this feels so good—you feel so good." He captured her lips and kissed her hard as his trusts sped up, beginning to rock her bed and cause the springs to crack and creak beneath their weight. He brought a hand up to her headboard and gripped it tightly, using it for better leverage as he began slamming his hips into her.
He swallowed her whimpers and praises as he continued driving into her, a sweat breaking out across his body and falling gently down on her body. She turned her head away from him, tearing her lips away from his demanding mouth as she lifted her arms to encircle his neck as she started rocking her body into him, meeting his trusts and pulling him deeper.
She could feel his cock throbbing harder as he rammed into her, his size was deliciously painful and she wanted him to give her everything he had. "Harder—do me harder" she grunted.
"Oh shit baby" he said as his eyes rolled closed and he pushed himself off her, and rolled back onto his knees and then began pounding into her. "Are you going to think about this on your date? Hmmm?" he rasped as he slammed into her hard, sending the headboard crashing loudly against the wall.
He gripped her hips and jerked her body against him, pushing and pulling her body to match his rhythm. She brought her hand down to her hip and covered his hand with hers, urging him on.
"When he touches you, are you going to think about how I've touched you?" he asked as he leaned his head down and started sucking on her nipple, making her cry out and begin writhing beneath him.
She cried out his name as she began losing control when she felt the hard scrape of his teeth against her nipple. He smiled wickedly at her and released her breast long enough to asked another question, "Are you going to remember screaming my name when you say his name?"
He felt her body begin tightening around him and he lifted back off her and rammed into her as quickly and as hard as he could, grabbing her bouncing breasts and tweaking her nipples between his fingertips. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her body stiffened and she screamed; her muscles clamped down on his swollen shaft. He felt his own release rise up but when he went to pull out, her vise-like grip kept him planted inside her as he emptied into her pulsing body.
He fell down on top of her and kissed her as she still pulsed around his softening shaft. "You are so beautiful." He said as he looked down into her flushed and damp face. She smiled weakly and pursed her lips until he leaned down and kissed her gently before rolling them over until she was laying on top of him.
"Do you want me to go?" he asked as she ran her fingers through his chest hair.
Her head was lying on his chest, so she tilted it until her chin was resting on his breastbone and her blue eyes were piercing through him. "Do you want to go?"
"What I want isn't important. What you want means everything." He said truthfully as he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Stay" she said in the middle of a yawn before laying her head back down and snuggling into his body. He put his hand on her back and pulled her closer to him, reaching over to pull the covers over them before they fell asleep.
