I've Got Your Sugar if You'll Show Me Your Spice, part 2

They're doing it on purpose, I just know it. Fuckers.

In a way, I guess I should be glad that Sarah and Felix are finally unclenching enough to take the piss out of Delphine instead of just sniping at her. Or worse, being super polite, which always makes them look like they're chewing aluminum foil — for not being actually related by blood, their expressions are sometimes weirdly identical. But damn, I wish they had picked a better time.

The caterers packed up and left hours ago, as did most of our other guests. Even Scott, who usually lingers until we literally shove him out the door, picked up on the GTFO vibes; probably didn't hurt that we sent most of the leftovers home with him so he can have an epic gaming night with his friends. Sarah and Felix are the only ones still left. They've parked themselves deep into the cushions on either end of the big sofa and show no sign that they're planning to budge any time soon. Whenever the level in their bloody Marys drops below whatever Fee deems acceptable, he slops more into their glasses from the pitcher set close by on his end table. Damned good thing the fabric is treated with some kind of industrial-strength stain blocker, though amazingly he hasn't spilled anything yet. They've got a big platter piled with an assortment of cream puffs, bagels, latkes and sticky buns resting on a pillow between them. Fortunately the food is good enough that they're actually eating it instead of flinging it at each other like demented preadolescent monkeys.

At least they haven't rooted through the presents under the tree. Among other things I got her, somewhere in the pile of boxes and bags are candles and 30-meter lengths of oil-treated hemp rope from The Twisted Monk, a case of lube and a sculpted stainless steel dildo whose head is so thick I can barely get my hand around it. If Sarah and Fee found that shit, I'd never hear the end of it. And then they'd want a demonstration. Probably hold up scorecards and analyze my technique the whole time, too.

I'm trying not to look at Delphine, because if I do I'm going to wind up fucking her across the coffee table, guests be damned. Even out of the corner of my eye, I can tell she's squirming in her chair. Like all the furniture in her flat, it's nice and overstuffed and firmly squashy, and I know exactly what sitting in her current position is doing to her. It's like my skin is sensitized and hyperaware of every molecule of air that separates us. Every time she shifts in her seat, or bites her lip, or inadvertently allows a lull in the conversation because she's suddenly distracted, I can feel it like an electric jolt straight to my cunt.

Somehow she manages to carry on a coherent conversation with Sarah, something incomprehensible about soccer — sorry, football, excusez moi very much to the Europeans — which she seems to be surprisingly knowledgeable about. Though really, by this time I should probably stop being surprised by the things I learn about her. Still waters and all that. But I can see the tension in her body language, feel her eyes seeking me out. I have to admit that I am not above being just a little smug about getting back at her for making fun of my hangover this morning.

Not that I wasn't grateful for her taking care of me, what with the fluids and meds and then taking care of me. I can still feel her hands on me, inside me. God, she has the most incredible hands... Shit, stop thinking about it, Niehaus, or else you're going to disgrace yourself and come in your pants like some dumbass teenaged boy.

I can't help it, though. I've never been with anyone who's so nakedly hungry for me, like, all the time, just as intensely as I am for her. Even when she puts on that reserved, oh-so-polite front, like she's doing now, I can see the seismic temblors just beneath the surface and feel the echoes rippling through my own body. She hasn't even touched me in hours and I'm still a dripping, throbbing mess.

"... with Messi on the right wing and Neymar attacking from the left isolating defenders out wide, Barcelona will be all but unstoppable."

"Bugger Messi and Neymar!" says Sarah, gesturing wildly with her three-quarters-full glass. I hold my breath but the contents stay put. Thank you, surface tension and centrifugal force. Holding the glass out toward Felix and jiggling it, she waits for him to top it off before continuing. "Bring it on, Arsenal can take 'em."

"Their 1-4-2 record against Barca says otherwise."

Felix gives Delphine a piercing look. "Cosima, are you finding this as deadly as I am?" he drawls, popping another cream puff whole into his mouth. "The only thing remotely appealing about football is the players. Abs and legs for days, and bums you can bounce a ten dollar coin off of. I once picked up this lovely boy who played for West Ham. Took him out back in the alley behind Bobby's. He had the tightest little — "

"And that's all we need to hear about that," says Sarah, who is blushing like crazy. I try not to giggle, but it never ceases to amuse me that tough-as-nails hardcore punker no-fucks-to-give Sarah Manning can be a total prude about some things. Especially when it comes to her brother's sex life.

"No, really, I practically needed a pry bar and an economy sized vat of Elbow Grease to — "

"Time we hit the road." Sarah drains the rest of her glass and manages to heave herself to her feet. "C'mon, Fee, drink up. S'll be expecting us for presents and tea."

Neither of us makes a peep to dissuade them. Felix follows Sarah's example, though much more gracefully. "Ladies and Sarah, it's been purely a pleasure. Thank you for having us."

I don't think it's my imagination that he emphasizes the word "having." He air-kisses both of us on the cheeks before shepherding a more than slightly tipsy Sarah down the hall to the elevator, and finally, finally we are alone.

Delphine looks a little frazzled. "I've never really thought of Felix as being diplomatic, but that was surprisingly subtle and kind of him."

"He's a sweetie underneath. Just gotta get past the fangs and claws. He's like super loyal and protective once he's decided he's got your back." Hitching myself out of the loveseat, I stalk over to her armchair, bracing my elbows on the padded back so I can kiss her roughly. "But right now Felix is kinda the last thing I want to think about."

Sliding her ass forward until it's hanging just off the edge of the chair, I yank her pants down to her ankles. No underwear. The sight and sharp rich scent of her already soaking wet cunt instantly make my mouth water. I swallow hard. "Why, Dr. Cormier, I do believe you like me."

"Don't tease, chérie. I need you, now!"

I pull her pants off the rest of the way and toss them across the floor. Kneeling between her legs, I use my elbows and shoulders to spread them apart. Hooking my fingers through the oblong loop at the base of the thick curved metal plug in her ass and giving it a tweak, I nearly lose it when she moans. Wanton, that's the only word to describe the way she looks and sounds and moves. Fucking glorious.

Shit, I need to taste her. She lunges hungrily into my mouth in the same instant that I pull at the plug, tugging and twisting it against the spasming clenching of her ring and making her grind her crotch into my face. As fabulous as the food from the caterers was, nothing they served can compare to the sweet complexity of Delphine's pussy.

She slides farther down, raising her arms to grab hold of the back of her chair for support. The lower half of my face is drenched in her come. Her entire body is quivering and she's already close, so close.

With my tongue I work her clit back and forth. It's so swollen it looks like a perfectly ripe berry. I worry at it with my teeth just to see what kind of noises I can get her to make. Strangled groans punctuate the chorus of high-pitched whimpers with every thrust and rock of her pelvis into my mouth. I steal my hand down into her, slipping two and then three fingers easily inside her incredibly hot wet cunt. Twisting them within her, I'm intrigued by the curious sensation of bumping against the hard weight of the plug separated only by a thin rippling wall. Plunging my fingers in as far as they can reach, I curl them around the plug and rock it firmly, in effect fucking her in both her cunt and her ass with every sweep and thrust of my hand.

Her response is immediate and awe-inspiring. It takes every bit of my strength to keep her from bucking me halfway across the room. Her thighs slap against my ears. For just a second I regret not having taken off my glasses because they're fogging over and probably getting bent to hell but right now all I care about is making my girl come so hard her consciousness is going to, like, visit the logoic plane. Which she does a minute later, screaming and swearing in languages I can't even name with her beautiful face distorted into a ferocious snarl and her hips jerking wildly out of control, leaping toward my mouth and writhing around my fingers.

She's panting raggedly like she's just run a set of suicide sprints in heels. Her hair is dark with sweat and her body is still shuddering. Reaching out a shaking hand, she cups my cheek. "Cosima."

I kiss the bend of her wrist. "Yeah, babe?"

"I want more of you. Inside me."

Instantly I grin like an idiot. I fucking love that she's insatiable. Once you get that train going, man... "You got it. Right back, 'kay?" She nods. I can never decide what color her eyes actually are, but right now they're almost totally black because her pupils are huge. I slip my fingers free and kiss her softly. Scrambling upright, I practically sprint to the bedroom.

Taking a moment to check myself out in the full-length mirror in the closet, I think for the umpteenth time that one of these days I'm going to have her fitted for a custom harness of her own. The thought of watching her go through that process sends a rush of heat to my cunt and I nearly come when I settle the heavy base of my cock against my clit and snug down the soft leather straps around my hips and thighs. I give my cock a squeeze and a couple of slow pumps. "You know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look goooood," I tell my reflection. Hey, card-carrying dork here, I can quote Agent J if I want to.

Back in the living room I almost come again at the sight of her. "Fuck me," I say reflexively under my breath, licking my lips. Delphine's stretched out naked on the rug beside the Christmas tree, rubbing at her clit with slow circles of her come-slick fingers. Even in the dim light from the little bulbs, I can still make out the constellation of freckles on her belly, which I instantly want to kiss.

"Is that an invitation or a promise?"

"Either. Both. Yes." Moving to kneel between her wide-spread legs, I have no trouble finding her entrance with the head of my cock. I watch as her fingers strum her clit while I sink into her hungry cunt. She moans deep in her chest as I fill her, wrapping her legs around me to pull me even deeper.

"I need you!"

The raw hoarse whisper hangs in the air and I have no idea whose lips the words fall from. Pulling her hand away from her clit, I grab her wrists and pin them to the floor on either side of her head, raising up on my arms to tilt most of my weight toward my hips and making her moan again. Shuddering at the beckoning of her body, I begin circling and thrusting slowly, making her feel every inch of my cock as it muscles aside any resistance from the plug in her ass.

I grind against her clit at the deepest part of every stroke. The room echoes with wet lapping sounds every time I plow back into her. Her legs crush me into her with a vise grip. Blunt nails claw ragged streaks down my back, spurring me to shovel myself into her even harder. The whimpers she can't suppress warn me that the hammer of my cock against the anvil of the plug is probably starting to take its toll but we're both too far gone to worry about that right now. Grunting with each thrust, reveling in every helpless twist and arch of her body, I feel the first convulsions wracking her and redouble the force of my hips. Sweat pools at the small of my back as I feel my own clit swell to bursting as I empty myself into her again and again until I collapse gasping atop her.

My last conscious thought before I fall asleep in her arms is that we will destroy ourselves before I stop wanting her.

Happy holidays to all! I'll be scarce for the next week or so but rest assured, the smut will recommence shortly after the beginning of the year. :)