Pulling her close against his chest, House thought over how much they had already shared. It wasn't enough. Their bodies unitingtime after time, was amazing, but he still craved more. He didn't think he would ever reach this level of fulfillment with anyone else but her. Their symbiosis of needs and wants filled them both in a way that no other dedication could.
It didn't matter if they were friends after hours, or antagonists at work. They completed each other, in every sense. Where he pushed, she pulled. When he was flying high, she grounded him. When her pride sent her into dangerous levels of thinking, he gave her realism. They needed each other. Sex had only been the final step.
Looking down into her smoke filled eyes, he realized it wasn't such a bad thing. With everything balanced between them, there was nothing to fear. All doors had been opened, all corners explored. Neither one of them had anything to hold over the other.
Feeling overwhelmed with his new peace of mind, House drew her to him and kissed her once more. Letting the passion and thanks he felt slide from his mouth to hers, he breathed what he could not say into her lips, hoping she understood. When words failed him, he tried to make her feel.
Still stunned from the physical demands that had been placed on her body that evening, Cuddy couldn't fight the warm feeling that his kiss left her with. She didn't want to fight it. She didn't want to fight him. She had always been as afraid as he was to take things to this level, but she had kept faith that in time they would find their way home.
She found herself feeling bold in ways she'd never felt before. Cuddy had always known that men and women found her attractive. She was confident in both her appearance and her abilities. With House, she didn't feel like it was a performance. She wasn't focused on controlling the situation or what was going to happen next. With him, she could just enjoy it, because no matter what they did it was enjoyable.
Rolling onto him, she straddled his hips in a way that was anything but innocent. Eyes filling with lust, she ran her fingers along his jaw. Cuddy leaned down and began to kiss him, letting go of all the anger and frustration he had caused her over the years. Instead of relaxing, she was filled with a new sense of anger.
She was angry at herself for letting him have so much control and freedom over the years. She was angry at him for waiting so long to overcome his fears. Gripping his shoulders tightly, she bit down on his bottom lip. Feeling the skin break, she licked the rising drop of blood off it. Pulling back slightly, her heated gaze met his shocked one. Licking her lips and the remaining taste of him, she closed her eyes and began to rock her hips, with definite purpose.
House groaned as her flesh rubbed against his. He wasn't sure what had come over her, but suddenly he felt like he had lost control. Wiping at his lip, he stared in awe at the blood from it. His eyes lingered first on the crimson stain, and then trailed their way to the women grinding on top of him.
Determined not to be out done, his hands grabbed onto her hips firmly. Pulling her against him, he stilled her motions. House smirked to himself when, as expected, Cuddy's eyes flew open in confusion and loss.
Looking down at the smug look on his face, Cuddy was filled with excitement and joy. Their game was back on and she was more than willing to play. When she realized she couldn't move up and his hands kept her from moving back and forth, she wriggled in a way that swiveled her hips, circling on top of him.
"Fuck," he hissed. Eyes closed with fingers digging into her hips, he let a low groan loose and thrust himself up towards her. Attempting to take back control, he worked her hips with his strong hands. Moving her against him just the right speed and pressure, he manipulated her body to his liking.
It should have felt degrading. It should have felt wrong and crass. However, the only thought that ran through Lisa Cuddy's mind, was how damn sexy it made her feel. She was comfortable enough in her own skin to let him drive them to ecstasy. Dropping her hands to his shoulders, she fell forward bracing herself over him.
Watching her in amazement, House realized how truly gorgeous she was. She hadn't shied away or blushed at his actions. She hadn't pretended to be offended or angry. She had reacted on pure passion and was enjoying it as much as he was. There were no pretenses or walls between them anymore. She was more his equal than ever.
Unable to help herself, she tried to raise her hips in order to drop back down onto him. His grip was tight though and he chuckled at her actions. Glaring down at him, she dug her fingernails into his flesh as warning.
"Oh feisty," House grinned up at her, "I like." His grin widened, as she huffed out a frustrated breath. Gripping her firmly, he lifted her lithe frame off his hips completely.
Knowing what he had planned, Cuddy instantly reached down. One hand braced firmly on the center of his chest for balance, as her other hand gripped him softly guiding him to her entrance. Bucking into his hands in encouragement, she met his gaze with her smoldering one.
"Close your eyes Lisa," he urged, gently. Loosening his grip as best he could without dropping her, he continued to urge her into relaxing. When her nervous and apprehensive eyes met his, he nodded. "You're safe," he said low and deep. He couldn't explain the pride he felt, when her eyes fluttered shut and he felt her body relax in his hands. She trusted him.
With her eyes shut, she waited. Apprehensive about his motives, she couldn't hide that her body responded with nothing but trust. Realizing how truly intense it was, her body began to tremble. It wasn't fear. Her breath had hitched as well, leaving her chest heaving slightly.
House watched as her body reacted to the fear of the situation. When she didn't tense back up, open her eyes, or try to stop him, he let his hands go. She fell down on top of him, her wet hot walls sliding down his shaft.
The pleasure that coursed through her body as gravity impaled her on him was mind shattering. She screamed incoherently as the pleasure outweighed the pain. With her shriek, the air escaped her lungs and diaphragm, leaving her breathless and foggy. Her mind tried to clear itself, but she couldn't focus on anything except the feel of him throbbing inside her.
He watched, as she threw her head back with a throaty growl. Her walls had stayed tight since he'd entered her. Forcing his body to be still, he tried to wait until her body relaxed.
Cuddy could tell he was holding back. She knew it was for her sake, but she was desperate for the extreme. Pushing her own comfort aside, she began to move herself up and down his length teasingly. "I know that's not all you got," she teased, coaxing him into fucking her.
He knew what she was trying to do, but he refused to give in. He like most men had no objection to things being rough and heated, but not at the expense of her pleasure. She wasn't ready yet and despite how she tried to prove otherwise, he could feel her walls clenching him in discomfort.
Pushing himself into a sitting position, he reached down and wrapped her legs around him. Cupping her face in his hands, he stroked the hair softly away from her face. House leaned down and kissed her gently, as his hands stroked her naked back and pulled her against his chest. "Not like that Leese," he whispered.
She didn't know what to do. The emotions he stirred inside her terrified. She had never had a partner who was both considerate and passionate. Their affection was the perfect mix of gentle and rough. As her inner muscles relaxed, she began to rock her hips. Burying her face against his neck and shoulder, she hid her tears.
Unable to hide his desire any longer, he pulled her closer to him. Grasping at her face, he pulled her lips up to his at an awkward angle. Her head was tilted back nearly all the way, as he devoured her lips with his.
Overtaken by his desire, Cuddy began to rock herself against him harder. Using her legs for leverage, she worked herself along his length, pounding against him. She knew she would be sore, but at that moment, she couldn't get enough. He wasn't the only one who needed to be satisfied.
Letting go of her briefly, House slipped his arms under her knees and pulled her legs up. Grinning down at her surprised look, he adjusted her legs so that they were dangling over his elbows. He gripped her ass tightly in his large hands and leaned down to her neck. "You're right that's not all I got," he hissed into her ear, before biting down on the flesh of her neck.
She had never felt so desperate for satisfaction before. She knew she was in store for heated fucking, but had no idea how good it would be. "Show me," she demanded, breathlessly. She wanted everything he could give her and more.
Leaning back, slightly, he propped himself against the headboard, still keeping her in the same position. Gripping her ass in his hands, he began to slam her body against his, unceremoniously. The room was filled with scents and sounds of their passion and they were drunk from it. Bucking his hips against hers he jack hammered her against him, roughly.
Giving into his desire, she moaned in pleasure. "More," she urged, begging. Their unity only fueled their need for each other. The position he held her in kept her from participating in their movements. She felt his hands grip readjust on her ass more tightly. She let out a wanton groan as one of his fingers nudged against her rear hole. "Fuck," she whispered, latching her teeth onto his collarbone.
Pushing his finger inside, he smiled at squeal his action had caused. "You like that?" he asked, knowingly. Seeing the need and emotion in her eyes, he removed his fingers and let her legs go. Smiling as she wrapped them around him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her again. Holding her firmly, he began to move inside her.
She whimpered as her body reacted to the pleasure. Once more free to move, she bounced herself against him with years of pent up frustration. She felt his pace increase and threw her head back. With his hands firmly against her back, she leaned back in ecstasy.
He let his hands lower slightly, watching as her torso arched back further. He was completely holding her body up, as his cock pushed inside her deeper. House couldn't help but leer as her chest heaved in front of his eyes. Leaning over her attacked the flushed flesh.
Crying out, Cuddy's hands flew to his hair. She urged his mouth against her flesh, begging him. "God, fuck, Greg," she rambled in an infatuated bliss. Bouncing against his shaft she begged, "More please. Harder."
Devouring her breasts, he could feel himself beginning to tremble. His bites were engulfing her sense and he could tell she was close. Letting his teeth sink into her flesh, he made sure that his marks would last. She was his now. House wrapped one arm firmly around her back to hold her and slid his other hand between their bodies to toy with her clit.
Their very first touch of his finger, sent her screaming into orgasm. She clutched at his shoulders and back, letting her nails slash down his back. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, as she pushed herself onto him as hard as she could. Clutching to his trembling body, they came together in a violent and overwhelming orgasm.
Falling back against the headboard, he held her to his chest. Her moans and grunts mixed with sobs of release, as she lay tense in his arms. Shaking for minutes after their bodies stilled, Cuddy clung to him. As she began to still and calm, she realized he was rocking her in his arms adoringly. "I love you," she said, through her tears. Her voice was quiet and broken, as she spoke. Unsure if he even heard her, she lay against his chest oblivious to everything except his heartbeat.