McCord Drabbles

by 2queens1prince

This is a collection of drabble-esque pieces based on Tumblr prompts. I just hate searching through my blog to find them, so I wanted to put them all in one place. These are generally K/K . Anything beyond that will be noted at the top of the drabble. A few other characters show up, but these are primarily Elizabeth centric, with many being H/E.

14. Hot (M Rated)

M RATED!

He towered over her, looking into her eyes, blown wide with lust. She tilted her head back and let them slip closed. Her nostrils flared slightly with each deep inhale, trying to get ahead of the oxygen which she knew she was going to lose momentarily. He continued to thrust into her at a steady rhythm, waiting for the moment when she was close. Holding off was becoming painful, but it was always so much better when they came together. Just a few more steady pushes and she pulled her bottom lip in, her teeth pressing down, holding it there, and she let out that little moan, that one that said she was ready.

Just pounding into her wasn't going to be enough. Not this time. He banded one arm underneath her upper back and used the other to push them up so she sat on his legs. He'd never been with anyone this in tune to him. In one fluid motion, her legs were wrapped tightly around him, one arm gripping his back and the other around his neck. She ground down into him, encouraging him to spread wider, so she could pull him in deeper. His hands landed on her ass to assist and they rocked hard into each other until he could feel her thighs quivering against his sides and he finally gave into the warm, tight sensation of her squeezing his cock. He'd never felt more submissive in his life. He'd do anything she wanted, just have this moment over and over again. When her folds closed in and held him captive, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed in as deep as possible, coming hard.

The world stopped, as they stayed melded together, working through their orgasms. Suddenly she threw her head back and took a deep breath. When she brought her head back down, she grinned at him before pressing her lips to his. "Henry," she murmured against him.

"Elizabeth," he whispered. His voice was scratchy and he turned his head into his pillow. Opening his eyes, he exhaled slowly as he realized he was in bed alone. Henry's hand was still holding his now limp cock. Releasing himself, he shifted in the bed. Seeing the state of his sheets, he sighed and went ahead and wiped his hand on them, knowing they would be laundered again today. Again. It was the third time this week. Henry McCord knew one thing for certain. As soon as the semester was over and she was no longer in his class, he was asking Elizabeth Adams on a date and he prayed she said yes.