Duality
"Ah, ah," he said almost painfully as she lifted her body from around him, his hands at her hips attempting to steady her, "Careful."
She sat a little further back from him, her ass brushing his knees.
He fixed his sweat pants, covering his manhood once more and pulled her back to him until she was flush against his body.
She pressed her face to his neck once more.
"Damn that hurts." she muttered her lips brushing his skin.
"I'm sure it does," he said lowering his hands to her thighs and kneading her flesh with his large warm hands.
She groaned against his skin once more.
"Are you getting turned on again? Because I won't be ready for another round for at least another hour."
"No, it still hurts but it feels good." she mumbled kissing his neck lightly.
He kissed her hair and continued to knead his aching muscles, working methodically from ass to knee and back again.
She shivered against him.
"I told you, you'd need to wait an hour," he joked still pressing his fingers to her flesh.
"Cold. Your apartment is always freezing."
He rolled his eyes and reached for the shirt at his side and pulled it over her head
"It's just because your a woman with no clothes on." he said in an appreciative manor savouring the last of her exposed torso as he brushed his thumbs across her nipples ran his hands down her ribcage and rub gently at the bruises on her hips.
"Well if you want me to stay naked longer then you should turn the heating up."
"You'll have to make do with a shirt at the moment." he said wrapping his arms around her body letting her know she wasn't going anywhere at the moment.
"Fine." she said giving in and settling further into his embrace.
"And my hands of course." he added to sweeten the deal as his dexterous hands pressed to her thighs once more.
"Mmm I think I can live with that." she said kissing him lightly on the lips. "How's your leg?"
"It's fine. I wasn't doing any work." he said with a grin.
"Oh don't remind me." she groaned, her eyes flickering closed for a millisecond.
"But damn it was a good show." he said a cheeky grin still lingering on his mouth and laughter dancing in his eyes.
"Shut up." she replied in a joking tone.
"Okay." He lifted his hands and tucked them behind his head, sitting smugly as he watched her realise his hands were gone from her body.
"House." she said in a mildly annoyed tone.
"What?" he asked innocently, mischief dancing in his eyes.
"House!" she whined pathetically with pleading eyes.
"What?" House replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"Please?" she said teasing the purple mark on his collar bone, "I don't think I'll be able to stand just yet."
"Fine, but I'm allowed to talk." He wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her up before hooking his arms around her knees and lifting her and setting her down so she lay on the couch with her legs across his lap.
She had yelped mid-lift and a look of pain lingered on her face.
He brushed his hand against her cheek, leaning down to kiss her again as his other hand began working at her pained flesh once more.
"Mmm you're good at this." she said, lying back with her eyes closed and her hands tucked behind her head, not caring that her mound was exposed to his gaze.
"Well doing this to my own leg for the last seven years kind of makes me an expert." He glanced at her face to gauge her reaction but her eyes were still closed and her face serene.
"I pay you back." she said quietly.
"I'm not a hooker."
Even though her eyes were closed he could see them rolling in their sockets.
"I mean you rub my legs, I'll rub yours."
"I'd rather you rub something else." He said his voice laced with innuendo, "At the appropriate time of course."
She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Just let me rub your leg, I know it'll help." she said in a soothing voice. "All this sex is hurting me so it must be hurting you too."
"Cameron." he said warningly.
"I took physio night school classes in college." she offered.
He sighed, not quite in defeat but it was a sigh.
"I have to take care of my fuck buddy or the sex will suck. Just like you're taking care of me for the exact same reason, you want me to be able to do the countdown again and you want to be able to force me through that very painful but thoroughly fantastic third orgasm. You're making me associate pleasure with this pain so you can do anything to me later."
"Enough with the phsyco-babble shit." he groaned.
"Just cos it's true."
"You can rub my legs if you shut up." House said giving in.
Silence.
"Good." he muttered.
House continued his ministrations working from toe to hip, something like contentment settling over him just because the fact that he was touching her skin, entrusted with something perfect.
The silence of the room almost peaceful.
He glanced occasionally at her face to gauge her reactions; her eyes were always closed, her face serene but now with a smile of content lingering on her mouth.
He changed the pressure of his movements from relieving, hard, massaging touches to light, teasing caresses.
"House." she moaned, unsure if she wanted him to stop or to continue.
"What?" he said in an innocent tone that could fool no one.
"Stop teasing me."
He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her as lightly as possible, all too aware of the bruises he'd caused; he lifted her so her ass rested on his thigh.
"House." she whined wondering what the hell he was doing.
He bent her right leg, the leg closest to him, kissing her knee before he began to tease and caress all the skin he could touch.
"House." she moaned near submission, her ass wriggling against his thigh.
He lifted her leg so that it pointed straight up in the air, resting against his chest.
He kissed from her ankle to midway down her thigh, his harsh stubble rubbing against her skin contrasting with his soft kisses. His right hand teased the inner thigh of her left leg, the leg furthest from his body, caressing it until her foot fell to the floor and her knee as far away from their bodies as possible.
He kisses moved upwards towards her knee, he bent her leg so that her knee was against his shoulder and her calf rested along the back of his neck.
He removed his hands from her skin and watched her writhe under his scrutiny.
"Greg." she moaned desperately, moving a hand from behind her head to move down her body.
He was about to bat away her hand, but a strange fascination swept over him.
"Go on," he murmured grazing his cheek across her skin.
"Voyeur."
"Exhibitionist."
"Can you give me a hand or two?" she asked confidently.
House slid his left hand around the thigh at his chest, his right hand moving between her legs. He parted her folds careful not to touch her moist sensitive flesh.
He watched in fascination as her delicate pale fingers teased her swollen pink flesh that grew redder before his eyes.
He scrapped his rough stubble against her inner thigh and blew gently on her heated skin as her fingers worked her sensitive nub.
She convulsed as a small climax shot through her body.
He could practically see her muscles contracting, the flesh beneath his fingers shaking under his hold from her frantic movements.
She let her fingers slide down to her still quivering entrance gathering the moisture of her arousal and their coupling not even 25 minutes before to aid her movements.
Her left hand moved down her body and took up residence where his right hand had once been.
There was no question as to what she wanted him to do with his now free hand but he wanted to watch her more, the strange position they were in offered him a glorious view and he could so easily imagine watching his fingers plunge in and out of her wet depths, but only when the time came.
He teased the sweet spot on the side of her knee with his scruffy chin as his fingers danced across her inner thighs.
"Greg." she moaned raising her hips slightly, pushing her forward and stretching her right leg further around his neck.
"One more and I'll give you your third." his voice rumbled.
"No please just..." she began begging.
"Pleasure and pain Allison," he kissed her knee, "Pleasure and pain."
She gathered moisture once more.
"I'm so going to make you pay for this." she answered back as her fingers attacked her clit with renewed vigour.
"That's it Allison." he said unable to tear his eyes away from her drooling entrance, "Come for me."
She moaned loudly and began to alternate between up and down, left to right and circular motions.
He scraped his teeth along her skin of her thigh as the fingers of his right hand continued to move across her skin.
"Nrgh, Greg." she moaned, "Please..."
"No."
"Please!" she begged.
"Do you remember being in my kitchen?" his voice rumbled in deep shivering tones, "In my office? In your shower? On this couch?"
"Fuck!" she groaned as her whole body arched and her hand stilled pressing hard on her engorged nub.
He pressed his index and middle finger to the bottom of her perineum, sliding them slowly upwards, pressing hard against the red flesh, gathering her copious fluids before plunging forcefully into her.
"Greg!" she screamed as her began teasing her g-spot even as her muscles continued to flutter around his fingers.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god..." she chanted as arousal coiled in her belly once more.
"Move your fingers up and down." he ordered as he watched, entirely mesmerised as his fingers plunged her depths and withdrew glistening in her juices.
She did as he ordered for a few seconds before groaning at the pain her movements caused.
"Do it or I'll do it for you." he threatened, in a lilting encouraging voice.
She moaned and moved his fingers as ordered occasionally grunting at the shocks of pain that shivered through her body, occasionally moaning at the mounting pleasure that curled at the base of her spine.
"Circles." he said as his fingers massaged the rough pad of the g-spot in her body, the contractions of her previous orgasm ebbing but he delighted in the feel of the occasional tight grip around his digits as another orgasm threatened to burst forth.
"Ah, oh god!" she said in a husky voice.
"That's it Allison," he cooed withdrawing slightly and letting his fingertips tease her opening. "Come on, one more."
He kissed her thigh once more still mesmerised by the red flesh around his fingers.
"Look at me." she begged.
Almost reluctantly he lifted his gaze from her gloriously red flesh to her eyes.
He had thought nothing could have been more fascinating that her sensitive folds growing more swollen and red with their combined ministrations but her eyes... her eyes were magnificent, captivating and unbelievably beautiful.
The only reason he hadn't seen it this true before was because he had been caught up in his own overpowering arousal and need.
He was shocked at how raw, how bare, how naked that look was.
"Allison." he whispered, trusting his fingers forcefully into her and pressing hard against her g-spot with a single measured movement.
She screamed and arched higher than she'd ever done before in his presence, he almost lost sight of those marvellously dark and lust filled eyes as her entire body shook and her leg attempted to press him to her centre.
Her body fell back to the warm depths of his couch and his legs and stilled.
"Oh my god." she whispered her eyes still connected with his.
House would have guessed her orgasm had been fast and short were it not for her velvet walls still clenching around his fingers.
She moaned softly as he twisted his fingers gently within her, her muscles still fluttering as furiously as they had done when her body rose from the cushions.
House was confused, but none the less entirely captivated by her body, by her eyes.
He was lost in them, unable to look away.
A thousand sun sets and sun rises could not compare with this beauty.
Carefully he removed his hands from between her thighs and lowered her leg across his lap once more, shocked at the jolt through his body as her lost contact with her eyes for a split second.
He slid gently down the back of the couch to lie at her side, her leg still draped over his.
By the look in her eyes he could see she was still quivering inside.
He slid his left arm carefully under her head, leaned over her and pressed his lips gently to hers, careful to keep his eyes open and focused on hers.
They shared soft open mouthed kisses until the light of her eyes faded, but only slightly.
His right hand, still wet with her arousal pressed against her abdomen.
She moaned into his mouth and closed her eyes, opening her mouth and drawing his tongue to hers, drawing his heart to hers, drawing his soul to hers.
And still lost in her, he gave in and gave her everything.
They drew back breathlessly and pressed their foreheads against the others.
"What the hell was that?" House asked staring into those captivating eyes once more.
The dazzling light the shone in them had dimmed, but they were still just as beautiful to him.
"I think that was a full body orgasm." she said in a quiet husky and almost reverent tone.
House raised his eyebrows sceptically.
"You're kidding."
"No." she said with a thoroughly content and lazy smile.
"Cool." He said with a grin.
"Don't let it boost your ego it was a joint effort." she muttered.
"Fine but its still so cool." he argued.
Her eyes fluttered closed.
"Hmmm, I agree." she hummed in soft tones as if reliving the memory of it.
"You okay?" House asked with a slight frown, still unable to move his gaze from her.
"Hmm, just tired. Never had sex make me this exhausted." she breathed her eyes still closed.
"Six orgasms in one hour, I'm not surprised." he sat up pulling her with him, her legs falling from across his.
She moaned slightly at the movement.
"I prescribe lots of bed rest." he said standing
"No, no more sex." she mumbled.
"You're going to bed to sleep." he said hauling her to her feet, sliding his arm around her waist to hold her to his left side.
She was unsteady against him as they moved down the hall towards his bedroom, he didn't know if it was her tiredness or muscles weakness or a combination of both but he was surprised how easy it was for him to practically carry her at his side with just the wall to support him, his cane left lying against his piano.
"Come on Cameron we're almost there." he said as they crossed the threshold into his bedroom.
"Em'kay."
Leaning her against his side he slid his hands beneath her shirt and lifted it with some protest and difficulty.
He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, her eyelids fluttered open briefly.
"Trust me." he whispered.
"Hmm." she hummed positively, raising her arms clumsily to aid his movements.
The material was gone from her body seconds later. House watched as goose bumps shivered across her skin at the coolness of his apartment she'd mentioned earlier.
With the smallest of guiding touches she slipped between the sheets and curled into a ball.
House quickly divested himself of his clothes and crawled into the bed behind her, groaning softly at the feeling of her silky soft skin pressed against his once more.
"Mmm, much better." she said wriggling comfortably in his embrace until she sighed and stilled, "Thank you."
"What for?" he asked kissing her neck gently.
"Everything." She said covering his hand at her stomach.
"Your welcome." He said honest and sincere.
"Cameron," he whispered.
She hummed gently.
"Thank you, too."
She pressed her fingers between his.
She fell asleep.
He dozed.
Both were happy.