BD12

Disclaimer: Yeah, when Kenny wears a pink tutu.

Author's notes: Groveling will get you everywhere.

          Ian groaned as Moira rubbed her cheek against him. He could feel her breath against his skin, then her lips, as she kissed his hipbone. It was all he could do not to use the fist buried in her hair to move her mouth where he wanted it most. He sighed her name as she leaned back, her hands still holding him steady. When she raised her eyes to his, he saw the indecision in them. "Moira, please…"

          The longing in his voice and raw hunger in his eyes would have taken a stronger woman than her to ignore. She slid one hand from his flank to his shaft. Watching him closely, she grasped him gently and stroked. Ian's head dropped back and he gave a soft cry. Moira watched his reaction with pleasure, and then she stood up, keeping the rhythm steady. She reached up with her free hand and untied the bow that held her wrap dress together. It slithered over her body to pool on the floor, leaving her wearing just her matching red bra, panties, and heels. "Ian, let me catch up. I feel overdressed."

         Ian made a soft sound of disappointment as she took her hand away from his throbbing cock.

         Moira looked up at him with a slow feminine smile for the involuntary sound, "Slowly Ian, slowly. It's too nice a job to rush."

         He was not so sure about that. If his balance would just return, he'd be only too willing to try doing it up against the wall. Right now, in a frantic, violent rush that had her screaming out her pleasure under him. He had seen it done in a movie once, and he was confident he could replicate the position.

        Moira reached for the clasp on her bra. She could see the silent disagreement in his eyes, and felt a little frisson pass through her frame. She undid the front hook and peeled the cups back slowly; just to show him she was not intimidated.

        Ian slid his hand from the back of her neck to her breast. He cupped it in his palm and kneaded it gently. He was amazed at how firm and yet soft the flesh was under his hand. He rubbed his thumb across her nipple and watched it tighten even more. Now it was his turn for a slow smile as Moira closed her eyes and moaned. He tugged gently on the tip, and then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. Ian was enjoying putting to the test the techniques he had heretofore only observed or read about. He was thankful for the tequila he had consumed. He would never have had the courage to fly in the face of Irons wishes without it, nor the confidence to seduce Moira without regard for his own untried status.

        "Oh God Ian, that feels so good." Moira whimpered. It was getting hard to think. They were in here to shower right? Yes, that had been the plan. With a sigh of regret, she moved away from his hand and turned the shower on. The mundane concern of turning on the faucets penetrated the haze in her brain. What was she doing? She would have to deal with this man at work. How could they go back to just business at the lab if she did this? Then she felt Ian's hand stroking her, and all her concerns shredded under the weight of the desire his touch brought forth in her.

         Ian nearly lost control when she leaned over to turn on the water. Moira was only wearing red thong underwear, and the view was making him incredibly hot. Once again he debated the feasibility of pushing aside that little scrap of silk and taking her now. He reached out and stroked her basically bare ass, letting his hand graze the red silk. She leaned into his touch with a purr of approval, then adjusted the temperature of the water and turned back to Ian. She kicked her heels off and slid that little red thong down her legs.

        She stepped back into the shower and held out her hands to him. Ian moved carefully into the shower, his thoughts completely focused on the sleek female body in front of him. He let her guide him until he was leaning against the shower wall. Once he was braced, Moira reached for the soap. She worked the bar in her hands until she had a respectable amount of lather, and then passed the bar to Ian. She began to rub her soapy hands over his chest while Ian held the soap loosely. He was glad for the wall behind his back, as he was not certain of his ability to stand on his own.  Moira surveyed her handiwork with pleasure. The suds were largely washing away under the water sluicing over them, but some remained strategically situated around his pectoral muscles. She trailed a finger through the bubbles around his right nipple in a tightening spiral until she reached the hardened nub. She returned the caresses she had so recently received, interested to know if it would drive him as crazy as it had made her.

       Ian trembled under her ministrations. He felt the soap being taken from his hands. She lathered up again and this time she wandered down his abdomen to his straining cock. He wasn't sure how much more he could take without exploding in her hands. His control had never been tested in such a manner. Pain, yes. Pleasure, no. He honestly didn't know what his breaking point was in this situation, or even what the edge of that point would feel like, but he suspected he was close. The water beat over his body as Moira knelt. Was she going to?? She was! Ian watched in fascination as those full lips parted and she licked the length of his erection. She kissed and licked him from base to head as Ian sank his hands into her hair, which had somehow largely remained in its bun. Perhaps he should warn her that he was not experienced. "Moira, I've never…" he broke off with a groan as she rolled her tongue around the tip, and then flicking then rapidly flicking the underside.

        "Never what Ian?" Moira pulled away just enough to look up at him as she spoke, letting her breath tease him.

        "I have never been with a woman before." Ian managed to get out between shuddering breaths.

        "What never?" Moira's voice was filled with shocked disbelief.

        "I was raised in a very strict environment. I had never even consumed alcohol until tonight. If Irons knew about this evening, he would punish me severely." Ian replied, his voice so matter-of-fact that it convinced her without need for further explanations.

         Moira knelt there stunned for a moment longer, then said, "I was just surprised. I couldn't tell from your responses that you are a virgin. Was I going to fast for you?"

         Ian slid a hand out of her hair and caressed her cheek gently. He heard the guilt and self-recrimination in her voice. She thought she was taking advantage of him, and it was upsetting her. "No, I want you, and I want this. I just didn't want to do something wrong or offensive, and I was coming rapidly to the end of my control."

         "You deserve better for your first time than a hurried fuck against the tile wall of a shower." Moira bit her lip as she looked up at him. He didn't even know her, he was drunk, inexperienced, and she had taken him to far. Oh, she hadn't known, but it was her fault just the same.

         "Oh no I don't!" Ian chuckled ruefully. "It's all I've been thinking about since you started taking off my shirt. I was cursing my lack of balance the entire time you were taking off my pants. All I could think about was how I would put you up against the wall and take you, if only I could stand unassisted. And when you bent over to turn on the shower, I was debating whether I could hold on to the shower door for balance while I pushed that scrap of red silk out of the way and fucked you."

           "You don't sound inexperienced." Moira's voice was weak as she helplessly contemplated how it would have felt if he had acted on his thoughts.

           "I have never even touched a woman until tonight, never really met a woman I was willing to defy Irons to have, but that doesn't mean I didn't learn about it. I have read several books on the subject, and you cannot go to the movies without seeing at least one fairly explicit sex scene. I have seen a great many movies." Ian explained shyly.

            "Remind me to stop complaining about Hollywood." Moira grinned, then added on a more serious note, "So, you are willing to lose your virtue, and you want it to be with me?"