Chapter 21- M-RATING, Yes, Ma'am

Sarah and Jareth lay panting, staring into one another's eyes. What bliss, what power they each felt surge through their bodies, such joy they took in bringing one another to pleasurable completion. There was no feeling like it in the world, they each knew, and no one else for either of them. Sarah's limbs lay limp, boneless from her orgasm, and Jareth's body trembled, his muscles working mightily to simply stay leaned over her, fighting the urge to collapse onto her body, to feel her skin against his, to enjoy the coat of sweat that covered her, that he had brought forth. Sarah's eyes were hooded in pleasure, and he could tell she was still enjoying the little aftershocks of his attention. He could stay upright no more, and moved slightly to the side before falling to the mattress beside her, his eyes already closed as he savored the feel of her heated flesh so close to him. To think he almost lost this, and by his own hand...He didn't have long to ponder the thought, though. He felt Sarah's insistent hand at his half-hard erection, and he smirked.

"Again already, my love?"

He heard Sarah laugh softly. "I want more."

He laughed more heartily in return, "Who could blame you?" He turned on his side to face her, covering her hand with his own, wrapping her fingers around him, helping her to bring him to his full length. He was still covered in her juices, and it made her hand slick against the velvety flesh of his member. He shivered at the novel sensation. He felt Sarah pull at his hand gently, asking his without words to let her continue her attentions on her own. He acquiesced, bringing his hand to rest on her hip as she worked his member with ever increasing intensity as the minutes passed. Soon she stopped abruptly, and Jareth's eyes snapped open, half worried some horrible memory had been triggered. He was pleasantly surprised, though, to see Sarah had sucked her thumb into her mouth to wet it, devilish lust glowing in her eyes, before she dropped her hand between them once more and found the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves just under the head on the underside of his member. Sarah brought the pad of her thumb to rest fully against it, before beginning to work it in small circles. Jareth's whole body jerked in response. The little minx, she had found one of his favorite spots.

"Ahh, S-Sarah…", he could hardly articulate his pleasure, before she pressed more insistently, and began to work it back and forth under her thumb. His body jerked involuntarily with each swipe of the pad of her finger.

"S-Sarah, stop..s-stop!" He could feel his release rising rapidly, and he did not want it to end so soon. He gripped his member, pushing her hand from her attentions. He shivered, about to cum all over himself like a schoolboy. He saw Sarah smirk.

"You don't fight fair," he whispered petulantly. Sarah only smirked wider.

"I need it hard for what I have in mind," she replied. Jareth cocked one of his eyebrows questioningly.

"And what would that be, my dear?" Sarah reared up and pushed Jareth onto his back, before working her way down to kneel between his spread legs.

"This," she breathed, before taking his length into his mouth as far as she could. Jareth's body jerked forward once more at the feel of the warmth of her mouth, the exquisite pressure she created by sucking, and the feel of the back of her throat massaging the head of his member. His hands flew to her head, threading into her hair, though he let her set the tempo, trying hard not to make her feel trapped in any way. She lazily worked her head up and down, taking more into her mouth with each stroke, until Jareth felt her slowly work his head into her throat, before shaking her head side to side to work it down further. He gasped and swore a blue streak, fighting the urge to rut into her mouth like an animal. He noticed her eyes watering, and he quickly withdrew his hands and grasped the bedsheets instead. Every muscle in his body was tensed with the effort not to blow his load down her throat, but she was making that extraordinarily difficult. Suddenly she lifted her head completely, and looked at him with a curious expression on her face.

"Why did you move your hands?" Jareth noted with a surge of male pride she was breathless with the effort to take him entirely into her mouth.

"I did not wish to make you feel trapped or forced, my dear," he explained, equally breathless from her expert ministrations. Sarah smiled warmly.

"I don't, not ever with you. Please, put them back," Sarah took one of his hands in each of hers and led them gently to wrap around her head, threading her fingers through his and into the strands of her hair. She smiled softly once again, before the devilish grin returned. She returned her hands to either side of his hips, making to lower her head back to her task, before she uttered the most filthy phrase he'd ever heard her say,

"Push my head all the way down right before you cum. I want it straight down my throat, just like you like it."

Jareth nearly came just from hearing that alone. She dove back to her task with new vigor, and it was only a few more strokes up and down before he obeyed her command and pushed her head all the way down, shooting thick streams of semen as he finished and nearly falling over in ecstasy when he felt her throat constrict around his member as she swallowed. Jareth shouted, mighty and long, into the empty room, and revelled in the feel of Sarah gripping his hips to pull herself closer to his body. His body trembled more as Sarah sucked harshly then licked the tip to catch every last drop. Finally spent, Jareth fell back into the pillows, utterly exhausted. After a few minutes of gasping harshly, his breathing returned to normal, and he felt Sarah tap his shoulder gently with the tip of her finger. He cracked an eye, and realized his wife, his queen, was only just getting started with him.

"My turn," she stated matter-of-factly, crawling up his body. Jareth moved his body down the bed, and then brought his hands to rest on Sarah's hips as she swung her legs over his head and brought her sex down to his mouth. He laved his tongue hungrily over her flesh, dragging it up one lip, then down the other, before dragging it back up the center. When he reached the tiny nub he knew so well, he suckled it gently, working it between his lips, then creating a seal as he sucked with increasing intensity. Sarah began to grind against his mouth, moaning loudly, telling him exactly what she wanted, which he did immediately. Jareth trailed the fingers of one hand between her legs and under where his chin rested, before sliding a digit into her, leaving it immobile for her to fuck herself on.

"Another," Sarah gasped, grinding faster. Jareth recognized the growing urgency in her movements, so he laid his tongue flat against her clit, letting her find the rhythm and pressure she needed to bring herself to orgasm. He dutifully inserted another finger. Sarah worked them a bit more, before she begged him for a third, which he gladly gave her. A few more thrusts, and Jareth tasted the rush of fluid that accompanied her screams of pleasure as she found her release. It stoked his own desire immensely to hear and taste the essence of her pleasure so completely. He stopped himself from asking for a third time, afraid to overexert her, but she surprised him pleasantly when she gasped,

"Please, take me from behind. I need another."

Jareth knew exactly what she meant. Occasionally, in their lovemaking, Sarah was able to manipulate her body into multiple orgasms in quick succession. He couldn't begin to understand the mysteries of how she did it, nor did he care, he just knew that time was of the essence when she presented him with the opportunity. He quickly slid out from underneath her and got on his hands and knees, lined himself up behind her, led her hands to brace herself on the headboard, and thrust deep inside her. His eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure.

"Faster," she gasped, "and harder, please!"

Ah, it was going to be one of those, Jareth thought. Sometimes she needed slow and thorough to reach her end. Other times, like this, she needed him as hard and fast as possible. Who was he to deny her?

"As you wish," he said through clenched teeth. He gripped her hips to control and minimize her movements before he began pounding mercilessly into her. In the past, he had withheld his full force, afraid of hurting her, but she had swiftly corrected the error of his thinking, telling him she knew well what she wanted, thank you very much, that she would bloody well tell him if he was hurting her, and to get back to work- yes, ma'am.

The headboard shook and banged against the wall noisily as Sarah gripped it and held on for dear life, it seemed. Her screams and shouts of pleasure rang so shrilly through the air that Jareth registered the glass rattling in the window panes at one point. He fucked her like a bitch in heat, and she loved every minute of it, submitting to this lover she knew and trusted completely.

"S-Sarah," he gasped, "I'm almost...aww, fuck…", he couldn't last much longer. Sarah removed one hand from the headboard and gripped his hand where it rested on her hip.

"Just a little more, please, I'm so close…", Sarah begged. She dropped her hand from his and began working her clit furiously. Suddenly, Jareth felt a rush of warm fluid hit the tops of his thighs as Sarah screamed with a particularly loud shriek. "Finally," Jareth thought. He pumped her over his member a few more times before joining her, screaming, emptying himself into her once more.