A/N: The long awaited chapter! Well...you waited for like checks calendar 3 days, but STILL! God bless ya'll for the wonderful reviews and I'm sure this one will get some (after you clean up...teehee!). I always assumed Hannibal would be a good lay and I always assumed Gaspard Ulliel would be too (but if I ever meet him, I didn't say ANY of this). This will be one of the many scenes. So...LET'S GET IT ON!
Chapter 11: Mine
Warning: Graphic sex. If you don't like (who doesn't like sex?) then don't read!
Hannibal stood and pulled Lillian up with him. He gently kissed her knuckles and then her neck. Now that they stood, he pulled her small, curvy frame against his lean, tall one. He buried his face in her hair and lost himself in her scent. He then led her into the suite's bedroom, turning out lamps as he went. Her hand gripped his and she was a little caught off guard by how calm and collected he now was. He was impatient, but did not want to show loss of control to her. Therefore he kept his steps casual and calm as he led her around.
They walked into the bedroom past the double doors and he turned his back to shut them. She turned and surveyed the bedroom. The walls were a deep crimson and the bed was a four post with a gorgeous canopy. This no doubt had cost a lot of money to stay here and she found herself caught up in the romanticisim and a little overwhelmed. She had never been anywhere this nice. She might have looked well-bred, but she was still a farmer's daughter from Mississippi.
She was brought out of her silent contemplation as two arms wrapped around her confined waist and for the first time tonight she remembered her corset. His fingertips brushed aside her hair as his lips went to the back of her neck, lightly sucking. His hands travelled over her cashmere blouse and rested on her breasts, which had immediately responded despite the thick fabric between them and his hands.
She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, enjoying the attention he was lavishing on her neck and moaned softly as he nibbled on her earlobe. She could feel him smile and she turned around to face him. She couldn't stand it anymore as she finally took the lead and caught his lips in a wanton kiss, her hands pulling his turtleneck out of his dress pants. Once she could, her hands travelled over his stomach and her fingernails raked from his chest to right above his belt buckle and for the first time she heard him moan.
He didn't know what the hell this woman was doing to him. All he knew is that the harder he became the less blood was getting to his brain, therefore he wasn't thinking so terribly well. Her fingernails were driving him crazy and his hands moved from her waist to her round bottom as he pulled her forward towards his pelvis roughly. Her cry of surprised was muffled by his mouth and he slowly backed her up towards the large bed.
His hand cupped her face as he looked at her and he glanced down at her hands on his chest. He stared at her intensely as he worked through his words. There were so many in his head, but none of which were coherent. All he wanted to do was throw her down and fuck her until she couldn't stand. He wanted to hear her cry out his name and maybe even tell him to stop when the moment was too intense. He wanted to make her his, and he would.
He began to unbutton her blouse as she stood, nervously. He was not sure why she was nervous, he had seen how she posed in the photographs. But here, she was a nervous school girl. She was an innocent young lady. And it made him want her more. The blouse fell open to expose the black corset he had known she was wearing. He pushed the blouse to rest of the way off of her as it fell to the floor.
His fingers traced the contures of her ample bosom and he felt her hands removing his belt. His shirt was over his head before he knew it and he realized how lost he was in the site of her pale skin perfectly fitted over every delicious curve.
He came to and reached around and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the foor, over her heels. Next went the useless garter belt, and then her underwear, and finally her heels were kicked off into a corner of the room. She was immediately in his arms as he lifted her up and lay her on the bed. She relaxed underneath his weight and giggled as he tried to remove his shoes withouth moving off of her. He accomplished this with a small "Aha!" and then began working his pants off. She helped him along and then once he was completely nude, she realized she was still in her corset. She glanced at him and he held her eyes with an intense and lustfull gaze.
"Keep it on." He ordered. She noticed his accent became thicker and it made her even more ready for him. She nodded in compliance as his lips fell back on hers and his tongue swirled around her mouth.
There were so many things he wanted to do to her that would just have to wait. For now, they needed to release all the sexual tension that had built up. He grabbed her thighs and wrapped them around his hips, his cock poised at her opening. He could feel her wetness and let out a shaky breath as he opened his eyes mid-kiss and pulled away just so he could hear her when he entered her, as he bit his bottom lip in anticipation.
He quickly pushed into her and the sound was better than he was imagined. A strangled cry mixed with pain and pleasure as her inexperienced walls stretched to accompodate him. He had not even stopped to consider that perhaps she was inexperienced, but he knew he would not have gotten the same wonderful sound from her mouth had he been the least bit gentle. His fingers brushed over her open mouth briefly before placing them on her thigh again. She leaned her head back and turned away from him. He reached under her chin and turned her face towards him. She looked at him and bit her lip, her eyes encouraging him to continue. He did not need words or further explanation.
He pulled out and thrust again, his large hands gripped her hip on the leg that was raised higher than the other. His other arm went underneath her, to lift her up and expose her chest to him. He watched in silence, except for the small grunts that escaped his throat every time his hips met hers. He could feel himself filling her to the brink and he began nimbly running his fingers over her barely exposed aerolas above the corset.
As he continued his slow, hard thrusts he buried his head in her cleavage, biting lazily in little nips as she gasped and arched under his body. He concentrated on not losing control too soon and felt her press her hands against his chest. He rose up and supported himself on his strong, lean arms and looked down at her as he repositioned and began to pound into her the way he had imagined he would the other night. But her pussy felt so much tighter and warmer than his hand and more so than he could've imagined.
His hair fell in his face as he grunted out her name, and immediately he felt her pussy tighten in response. "Do you like when I talk to you?" He asked. She nodded in response and his hand went to her neck to lightly hold it. "Yes?" He asked.
"Yes." She breathed. He removed his hand and kissed her mouth softly. He stretched her legs wider as he drove deeper into her center. He could feel their juices mingling where they connected, running onto his thighs as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed off the walls. He studied her body and her heaving chest, her confined waist, and her round hips as he lifted up on his knees so he could watch himself dive in and out.
Her hands reached behind and gripped the pillow as she whispered soft words. He leaned closer over her and fucked her softly now, his ear over her mouth.
"What?" He teased. His thumbs teased the inside of her thighs and she gasped for breath.
"Please..." Lillian opened her eyes to look at his face and moaned just watching him grind his hips to her's as sweat dripped down his face. The look on his face was one of pleasure, satisfation, and animalism as he smiled at her.
"Please what?" His hand was on her breast again and she felt foolish for being so forward, but she wanted it.
"Turn me over."
Hannibal immediately removed himself, leaving her feeling void, but he filled her once again right when she was on all fours, rump in the air. She let out a scream at the difference the angle made and buried her face in the pillow as he grabbed her cheeks and began to penetrate her mercilessly. His hands moved to the tie of the corset and then down her back again, outer thigh, inner thigh, and to her sensitive clit. He slowly rubbed with a light touch, like a feather, and she felt a warmth rush from her toes to her head.
As the orgasm built slowly she felt a tightening in her gut, among other places. The fullness of his member inside of her was beyond words and her vocalizations became louder. His hand went under her waist and he leaned down over her ear.
"Lillian..." He moaned softly as she turned her head to look in his eyes as best he could. His lips were pink and parted and his thrusts had become short and hard and she knew it was almost over. He needed release and he needed it to be inside of her. Nothing else would do. It claimed her as his and therefore he would fill her with himself.
"Come for me." He murmered, lips brushing against her ear. His voice made her contractions begin as she cried out his name. He straightened back up and grabbed the ties of her corset. "Come for me, Lillian." He said louder as he pulled her laces tighter, thrusting himself in and out of her soft folds. She was so tight he couldn't stand it and as she began to lose control, so did he.
Lillian had never felt anything so intense as she stayed on the edge of climax for what seemed like forever. She quietly gasped and moaned, trying to get it out of her, trying anything to bring this release on. Her laces tightened again and she could feel her head becoming light. It was so intense. Too intense.
"Stop..." She didn't know why she said it, because that was the last thing she wanted. But she felt like she was losing her mind. "Please...Oh my God." Her face was flushed, body sweating, and mind reeling. Her pleading only egged him on as he grabbed her cheeks and with a slap on her ass, rammed himself into her and thus began the onslaught of the most intense feeling in Lillian's life.
Stars literally appeared in front of her eyes as she could feel herself uncontrollably clenching and unclenching, milking him dry as he emptied himself in her. She could hear him moaning in her ear.
And with each small thrust which road out the end of the orgasm, he recited, "Mine. Mine. Mine."
