The french toast is now forgotten on the floor as you sit in his lap and work his clothes off between kisses. By the time you've wandered a trail down to his collar bones, his hips are rocking up to yours: the fact your hands have found their way under his shirt probably more than enough encouragement for what you feel under you.
"Fuck, Jacque," he groans, his thumbs pressing into your inner thighs as he clutches at you.
You hide just how much that affects you by swallowing your moan and just smirk, getting to reply, "We will, don't worry~"
You guide his hands up to the headboard, telling him to keep them there as you let your fingers and nails play over his chest, your handcuffs to far away to bother with as you test out what he likes.
There's not much he doesn't like, apparently. Either that or the fact that he can feel your every slight move overwhelms anything else. Although, you do find a few favorites which cause you to go and get said handcuffs. Soon enough, your moans are hard to tell apart and clothes litter the sides of the bed.
"How about we see just how much pleasure you can take," you say with a bit of a smirk.
He just smiles, eyes dark, and says, "More than you can dish out," daring you.
That just makes you start teasing him, not that he needs it, just to see how far you can push his self control. You try anything from the nails over his chest to light hair pulling (both of which he particularly likes), and find other things that pull particularly interesting reactions from him. Last time you were both focused on each other; this time it's his treat.
Soon you have him whimpering as you nibble your way down his torso, making a zig-zag across his chest that has him arching up to you before kissing down to his navel, nails just catching along his sides. The sounds he's making just spur you on, all low moans and gasps hiding the little sounds of want at the back of his throat.
When your nails catch at his inner thighs, he groans and bites his lip, just barely managing to pull himself back from the insane amount of pleasure you're giving him to say, "Ah, it's-it's okay. You... You don't have to do this."
"I want to," you assure him, the slight smile and spark in your eyes more than enough proof for him.
You smirk as you start to play with him, rubbing your thumb up and down just to watch him groan and buck up to your hand. It's more than easy to work him up, your clever fingers taking care of anything your teasing didn't. And after a bit you lean down and flick your tongue over his tip. That just makes him gasp, his hips moving again, and you move your hands to gently hold him still while you work him over with your mouth. You've never done this for him - or for anyone, actually - so you end up playing with how much of him you can take in at one time, contrasting temperatures, and so much more. The entire time, you stay gentle, just lips and tongue, but soon enough he's panting and shaking. Maybe it's the patterns you play with your tongue when you can or the fact you hum on every down-stroke, but after a bit he's gasping out a warning. That's your queue to kiss him, quieting him momentarily as you switch your mouth for your hand, careful to just keep him there for a bit before letting him come.
The kiss stifles a shout that was probably your name and you only break it when he finally collapses against the bed. You take down his handcuffs and put them aside, just pulling close to cuddle while he regains his breath...
Which happens sooner than you thought it would.
Suddenly he's pinned you to the bed, kissing you passionately, and cuffing /you/ to the headboard. That just frees his hands, though, and soon they're playing over your chest, your sides, everything he touches arching up to him or tensing under his trailing fingers.
"So," he says with a bit of a smirk, "You like to tease. Lets see how you take to a taste of your own medicine.
The next several hours are a bit of a blur: lots of moaning, quite a few curses, and some of the best pleasure of your life melding into one hell of an experience. He goes down on you this time, only using it to get you worked up. Then he slows the frantic pace he'd set to almost painfully slow, causing you to curse even more and grit your teeth to keep from pleading for more. And you thought the /library/ was awesome~
Apparently he was stalling for time, because next he's biting and sucking at your neck as his hands cup your chest... And then he's inside you and you can't help but cry out. From there he starts a hard, sharp, almost staccato pace, your reactions making him pick up the pace quickly.
It's only a matter of time before you're both climaxing and crying out each other's names. However, it has already been /quite/ a bit of time and you have the feeling he's already late for work... Something neither of you seem to have the capacity to care about since you're both collapsed and trembling.
"Um, h-handcuffs?" he asks with a smirk, one eyebrow raised, when he finally gets his voice back.
You just chuckle, your own voice a bit rough, and nod. "Yep. You like?"
He just grins and nods before uncuffing you and pulling you into a soft kiss. "I love you," he says, just holding you now that you can actually turn to cuddle into him.
"I love you, too." You just smile, knowing there's not much more that needs saying.
