Disclaimer: Don't own Bones
Reminding you 'all this is an M rated fic! Hope this tides you over :)
Hot For It
"Bones," he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder. "Baby, I can't sleep."
"Booth," she mumbled sleepily. "It's one in the morning."
"I know." His tongue swirled around the lacey strap across her shoulder. "But I want you so bad."
"Now?" she questioned, cracking one eye open and turning her head to look at him.
In one swift move, he rolled her under him, attacking her lips and pressing his erection between her legs.
"Yes now," Booth gasped, scattering wet kisses down her throat. He snuck one hand down her silky pajama shorts and touched her naked sex; he knew she never wore underwear with those shorts.
Brennan gasped as he fingered her slowly, thighs automatically parting to better accommodate him. The second he felt her moisture hit his fingers, he growled against her neck and stripped off the shorts. Her hands helped him get rid of his own pants and immediately he was sinking himself deep inside her.
"Fuck!" he nearly shouted, pulling out slightly before plunging back in. "I cannot even believe how goddamn hot you make me."
"Mmm," she murmured lazily, circling her arms around his neck and letting him pound her deliriously into the mattress. His desperation aroused her and she breathed excitedly in his ear, "Do I make you hot for it, Booth?" His entire body shuddered at her sexy words, so different from the things that usually came out of her mouth. Shit, it all turned him on: squinty talk or regular vocabulary.
"Yes!" Booth moaned, his pounding rhythm destabilizing as they both lost control. "So, so fucking hot for it."
