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Chapter change of rating, T to M. Proceed at the risk of pleasure.
~Chapter 36~
He watched her carefully as she looked down, covering her gaze with those thick eyelashes, obviously thinking. It was not hard to guess what was on her mind; she was weighing pros and cons, deciding what to do. And he was about to go insane, awaiting her to. He knew how hard it would be for her to do what he demanded, but he also had enough demonstrations of how unbelievably strong and courageous she could be; and for that he envied her immensely.
After almost a minute of deliberation, during which his incredulous eyes almost left its cage and his heart nearly went into a ventricular fibrillation, she lazily looked up at him, meeting his gaze, while slowly removing her t-shirt without saying a word or breaking eye contact. Her chest rose and fell in anticipation yet he had never seen her more secure, not even in her best administrator-I-am-gonna-bite-your-head-off mode.
The lust and desire she saw in his baby blue eyes, the moment she took his Rolling Stones shirt off of her, was all the extra incentive she needed to go ahead. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him and that was enough to instantly forget all her principles. Reaching for his left cold and sweaty hand, she clasped her fingers gently around it and slowly raised it to her naked chest, placing it there. "I want you to touch me, Greg." she sensually verbalized her soul's deepest desire in a voice that was tantalizingly husky and tight with suppressed emotion.
That was it, he was ready to die. The view of Lisa Cuddy stripping her shirt – his, actually – exposing her Greek style sculptured breasts, and then grabbing his tremulous hand and putting it over her luring skin, had just made his miserable and meaningless life entirely worth living. No, scratch that, there was no way was he dying now, not before making her feel like what she had always been - the sexiest woman on the planet.
Focusing on the unexpected but pleasant task ahead, he leaned in close to her, sliding his hands around her waist and taking a firm, yet gentle grasp causing her body to shiver under his touch. Then he carefully swiveled her onto her left, tumbling her delicate frame on the mattress. With a boyish smug smirk on his face he took long, lazy look of her both surprised and aroused expression before bending over and hungrily claiming her lips.
House's tongue plunged in her mouth again, roaming around possessively, his stubble grazing her face, his big and skillful hands running over her entire body, caressing and exploring every inch of the newly conquered skin. That was her man, bringing her back to life, and once more infusing color to her black and white existence. She frantically stroked the extension of his back with her palms, digging her nails into the soft skin under his shirt, feeling each toned muscle while he assaulted her neck and collarbone, kissing, nipping, licking, and sucking.
Her entire body and mind was lost in the wonderful sensation of his unrestricted passion when she felt him position himself between her legs and start rubbing himself against her. "Oh…" she gasped, rolling her eyes in her head, once she sensed his bulge pressing against her already sensitive area. Then he returned all his attention to her mouth, kissing it slower this time and moving his probing tongue the same way he moved his hips, back and forth, teasing her, causing her to moan in pleasure while her juices started dripping between her legs.
He had never believed in Heaven's existence but if someone was to ask him, in that moment, to describe the whole concept of divine bliss - that would have definitely been it, Lisa Cuddy writhing in his arms. That was the ultimate heaven for his senses; her beauty stunning his eyes, her taste fuddling his conscience, her moans driving him insane, her smell intoxicating his being and her soft skin setting his on fire. Her skin tasted like oranges and wild honey, and she smelled delicious, a faint spicy, flowery scent that made his head spin in ecstasy. Parting the kiss so both of them could catch their breaths, House trailed a path of wet kisses down to her breasts while simultaneously moving his right hand towards her pelvis. He was about to lick her right rock bud when the evidence his hand found soaking the thin lounge pants he had lent her gave him a better idea.
She had never felt so wet in her entire life. Her love juices had quickly made her panties treasonously moist and were now dampening the lounge pants that covered them. Cuddy closed her eyes and prepared herself for the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on her nipple when she felt his weight shifting. No, her body protested; she could not take any teasing, not now. Opening her eyes, she spotted him on his knees, grabbing the fabric of her pants with both of his hands and tugging it at impatiently. When he finally managed to remove them a mischievous grin spread across his face, adorned with an irresistible glimpse in his eyes - by far the hottest thing she had ever seen. Taking her left foot in his hand he started placing gentle wet kisses along its arch, from heel to toe, until he reached the big one and decided to lavish it with attention, kissing it feverishly. She moved her hands to her breasts, cupping them and enjoying the sweetness he had loosed to pour through her veins. She cried out softly, feeling a corresponding tug of desire in that hidden place between her thighs as he worked his way up, kissing the length of skin inside her right leg, his beard teasingly scratching her senses. His was tongue hot and wet, insistent and fierce, as he slowly, slowly made his way up the column of her femininity.
Once he reached her sex the intoxicating scent of her arousal made his mouth water and he struggled to control himself. It was not the time to taste her yet as she would not be able to fight her orgasm. He realized he needed to cool her down a bit before proceeding with his plan. Rolling her over onto her stomach, House gave her back the same attention he had given her leg until he reached her bottom. He stood there, mesmerized, staring at her creamy cheeks in awe. They were beyond belief. Perfectly shaped and entirely his. Daydreaming, House realized that not even a Walt Disney Pictures computer design freak would have done a better job with all the technology known to man. Maybe there was, indeed, a God out there somewhere. Caressing and admiring her curves, he felt an urge to nip her like a savoury condiment, which he did, with certain apprehension. She let a sultry moan in response, enjoying it - that was his girl.
Seconds later he was finally removing her panties. Cuddy was not sure she had liked the whole rolling over idea until she felt his body heaving behind her back, positioning his erection against her bottom and turning her over to the side, possessively holding her there. His strong arms involved her frame and his velvet lips started planting small kisses on the soft skin behind her ear. It had been a long time since she had last felt this safe, and loved. House was never the man of words, not when they were supposed to mean something serious, and she was sure he preferred to be kept Vicodin free for a week than to pronounce those scary three little ones. His feelings were revealed by his actions, his urgency and his passion; his soul was exposed by the way he pressed her body against his, holding her possessively, almost asking her to stay there forever. And she was not going anywhere; there was no other place in this universe or in the parallel ones yet to be discovered she would rather be. His embrace was her refuge; his skin, her blanket; his kisses, her nourishment.
Sensually running his tongue along the cartilage of her ear and biting it occasionally, he felt her relax in his arms. Enfolding her earlobe into his warm mouth he noticed her girlishly smiling in approval with the corner of his eye. Suddenly hope was back in his heart; her radiant grin had brought it back, fighting the ghosts within. He knew instantly that life would not be possible away from her anymore. Maybe, it had never been. The feeling was absolutely overwhelming, and although he had the impression that freaking out was the most appropriate reaction to it, there was nothing but an alien peace in his progressively healing soul.
"Lisa," he hummed in her ear, making her turn around lazily to meet his gaze. He drowned himself in the green-blue waves of her eyes while his fingers, which were now resting on her belly, skidded down with deliberation, reaching her sex. "You are a goddess." he whispered, slowly trailing his long pianist fingers along her pouting nether-lips and coating them in her warm juices before finding, with unerring aim, her tiny pleasure pearl and putting pressure on it, causing her to cry out loud in ecstasy and arching her back.
His initial touch felt like an electroshock, sending the waves of pleasure from her swollen and oversensitive bud to all the corners of her body. Cuddy's eyes instantaneously closed as her head fell back and a passionate wild groan left her lips. His words echoed in the back of her mind: goddess. She had never heard anything that flattering before. Her chest rose with feminine pride as he fulfilled that primitive need of being attractive to her male. He continued working on her throbbing pearl, in delightfully teasing circular motion, simultaneously watching her every reaction, hearing her every howl, feeling her body vibrating under his.
"Open your eyes, baby," he ordered passionately, and she obeyed, gasping for air, just to notice him lowering his head towards her, his tongue brushing against her trembling lips. At the same time his middle finger rubbed its way down to her boiling core, penetrating it deeply, and causing a sharp squeal to leave her lips in response. "Do you like that?", he asked teasingly, brushing tantalizing kisses in the corner of her mouth while circling the walls of her femininity and inspecting its tightness before sliding his digit in and out, slowly. In no conditions of verbalizing an answer, she reflexively held his hand in place, pushing it deeper. "I'll take that as a yes," he giggled smugly, just to introduce another digit into her wetness. Deliberately slowly he started gliding them in and out, leaving her speechless, breathless and moaning in passionate delirium. She was on the verge of begging.
Cuddy's left hand grasped the sheets that covered the mattress while her right one tightened its grip around his hand, her toes curling up, her pelvis arching. He sensed she was close again but he felt an insatiable urge to taste her. With that thought he slowly removed his fingers from her pulsating core, causing a surge of protests to leave her mouth. Cuddy opened her eyes in frustration, her vision clouded, and he waited until she locked her eyes with his before he took the two wet glistening digits to his lips and dabbed at them hungrily.
"I need to taste you…" he said looking for permission in her eyes. With each passing second her orbs were widening with lust, desire boiling on the green-blue canvas as she pulled him in an open kiss, her tongue invading his mouth with unhidden domination. She was clearly demonstrating how much the image of him savoring her fluids had turned her on. God, this woman can kiss, he thought to himself as an uncontrollable grunt left his throat when she scratched her nails against his nape and pulled him in fervently. Several minutes of almost desperate kissing later they were about to faint due to the prolonged air deprivation. It was Cuddy who parted first, ungluing her lips from his, lazily and seductively slow as her eyes grew darker with imminent lust. Then, writhing out of his embrace, she invitingly sprawled herself on the bed.
Aphrodite. That was her real identity. Her slightly Hellenic features and her curly ebony hair were a proof of that. Lisa Cuddy was just a disguise she had adopted to coexist among the mortals. The goddess of love, beauty and sex, in her whole magnificence, was sprawled comfortably in his bed. Maybe he was Ares, the God of war, her lover, and the Olympian responsible for the spread of chaos and destruction from whom nobody could ever extract any goodness, except her. Or maybe he was nothing beyond a simple faithful eager to render her cult by worshiping the temple of her body.
Seconds later, or what felt like hours of adoration to her, he proceeded with his ever so delicious duty. Flinging her legs over his shoulders and locking her hips tightly against the mattress, he started his work between her thighs, licking her nether-lips with long strokes of his lips and sucking her pearl, while alternating between sharp flicks and thrusting into her core with his tongue. "Oooh my God…" she squealed wildly as her entire body was trembling with lust, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation of his mouth.
Cuddy closed her eyes again. The erotic image of him as his head was rhythmically moving between her thighs, his eyes lit with hunger, his face glistening from her arousal - that was just too much for her to bear. She could feel the spidery sensations of pleasure spreading through her body, to the last nerve ending she had. Her muscles clenched as the sweet feelings of ecstasy crawled through her, descending into her pelvis and waiting, begging for release. His lips and tongue worked passionately to push her over the edge but she found herself demanding more, in total desperation. "Greg, please…"
It was time for heavy artillery. This is going to be the best orgasm of your life, Lisa Cuddy or my name is not Gregory House, he told himself as he withdrew his lips from her sex. Quickly, he replaced them with his two fingers and continued plunging inside her, without breaking the heated momentum between them. Then he moved up her luscious body, only to stop at her breasts. Her rosy nipples were rock hard and perky, sinfully inviting him to savor them. He immediately realized he had not given them the proper attention yet. Licking the left one first, and moistening it with his hot saliva, he took into his mouth. Alternating between the two, he sucked and nipped them feverishly, while his thumb moved to stroke her pleasure pearl, and his fingers passionately worked their pace, back and forth, inside her. He had pulled her three triggers, all at once. Lisa Cuddy could not help but scream.
She really thought she was going to faint as a cry of total abandonment, of final, ultimate ecstasy left her lips. Her vision was suddenly a total blank except for the fireworks in her brain. The bed under her seemed to be spinning faster then the Earth itself and her heart struggled to work harder than a manual-labor worker with two months of unpaid bills. When her orgasm finally hit her like an unexpected storm, all her muscles contracted simultaneously; one hand limply sunk on the mattress while the other held his head buried in her chest.
Lisa Cuddy had never been a noisy lover but the whole waking-up-the-neighbors screaming in elation, which still echoed through his room, had been absolutely inevitable. Her body was sweetly numb, her muscles aching from the effort yet relaxed like never before. Her legs turned into jelly, and she felt an unavoidable need to laugh. She was high. She could not control the urge to giggle as a silly memory came to her mind; the one and only time she had ever smoked pot, back in their wild college days, right after downing a half of bottle of Jose Cuervo. The next day she had woken up, completely naked and shamelessly intertwined with a certain pretentious medical student.
He watched her closely as she descended from her high, more glorious and beautiful due to the orgasm afterglow. His erection pushed insistently against the fabric of his boxers, to the point of pain. Suddenly he realized there was actually an advantage in experiencing a constant physical suffering all this years - it had taught him how to deal better with tolerable discomfort. No force, terrestrial or alien, would ever force him to disturb her in that moment of blissful serenity.
After a couple of minutes of searing sweetness Cuddy opened her emerald sparkling eyes. She looked at House and flashed that stunning smile of hers, shifting slightly from the mattress while supporting her weight with her elbows. "Well, I guess now it's time to take care of that," she said seductively slow, raising her left hand and pointing to the evident impatience in his boxers.
"I am OK. Tonight is all about you and your needs," he replied confidently, desperate to accept her offer and get the release his body craved, yet determined to keep his word; he had really meant it this time.
His self-sacrificing abnegation caught her by surprise. She would have never expected this kind of consideration from any man in the entire world, especially not from him. The nobility of his gesture ended up injecting another shot of desire into her veins.
Able to feel her entire body again Cuddy raised her hand and seductively placed her index finger between his lips, tugging the lower one slightly as she went down, trailing her digits against his chin, neck, chest, and now taut stomach. "My needs, you say? Well, let's just say that touching you has always been one of them," she said in her old, familiar overconfident tone, finally reaching his manhood and stroking it gently through the thin fabric. "Lay down," she ordered with arousing coquetry, locking her eyes with his thunderstruck and horny gaze.
She started by slowly removing the offending piece of clothing, finally giving him the freedom he yearned for. House immediately noticed the hungry look that adorned her face, before she clasped her small fingers around it and stroked it gently, catapulting him to another galaxy.
"Hmmm…" he mumbled, losing himself in the sensation and letting his eyelids drop for a moment only to open them again and flinch at the overwhelming feeling her lips and tongue ware lashing over the sensitive skin of his organ. "Oh, damn it, Lees," he gasped, biting his lower lip and swallowing dry as she ran her warm and tormenting tongue along the entire extension of his shaft, down to its root and back. She gave him incredible pleasure over and over again.
Once she tasted him it became impossible to resist the temptation of having him entirely inside her mouth. The tormented cry of pleasure that left his lips and the uncontrolled shudder of his body under her fingers immediately told her he would not be able to hold it for a long time. He tasted wonderfully and she wanted nothing more than proceed with the pleasant task until his love juices filled her mouth but unfortunately, for him, she did not share the same generosity and incredible self-control tonight; her pleasure pearl was back on throbbing between her legs. She selfishly wanted to feel him inside of her.
Taking him in her hands carefully Cuddy positioned herself over his hips and brushed his member against her bud teasingly, before sinking onto him. A profanity instantaneously left his partially parted lips and she clenched her fists around the soft fabric of his sheets. She sensed him filling her, making his way back inside her after so many years of painful absence. The immediate discomfort that assaulted her, causing her to grind her teeth and struggle to hold back a cringe, transported her back to real world. She should have known better; nothing between House and her was ever easy, not even the lovemaking. He was too big for her and she was too narrow for him yet she closed her eyes trying to relax her muscles before moving cautiously.
He watched her having difficult time adjusting herself to his size. Her eyes were closed and her fragile features displayed a mix of desire and pain. A warning siren shot through his body as reality, in all its weight, sank in; that was all a huge mistake. The hurt that contorted her face was worse than the irreparable damage they have caused to each other. He was hurting her the way her furious slap still scorched his face, the way her accusations still haunted him like a poltergeist, ruining the last vestiges of his self-confidence that prevented him from yielding to his miserable existence. The rational side of his brain screamed at him like never before yet all he felt was the urge to leave this world at that exact moment with her divine naked body on top of him. An image as real as the picture he stole from her office before leaving, a view wonderful enough to be carried through eternity.
Little by little the discomfort subsided and she began move slowly, riding him lazily, searching for the perfect angle so his manhood would massage that pleasure point within her with each new thrust. Her hips rocked back and forth as he filled her, breaking her already fragile defenses. Her pelvis moved rhythmically above him, radiating pleasure all over her body while her heart drowned itself in a pool of emotions as her mind played a recap of the last months, bringing betraying tears to her eyes.
Songs, kisses and confessions unfortunately did not have the power to erase past. While one part of her wanted to cry copiously, the other one was still angry with him. Absolutely in command Cuddy stimulated herself with her left hand, cupping her creamy breasts with the right one. She was lost in pleasure while her heart squeezed in angst. How could that man bring her so much pleasure and so much bliss, yet make her heart bleed?
That song he played when she arrived could have been right, after all. Maybe she could not hate House enough to love him, as contradictory as it might sound. Cuddy was the living testimony of the veracity people claimed about love and hate; love and hate were two sides of the same coin. She hated him so much then. She hated him for loving her silently all those years and not doing anything about it; she hated him for confessing his buried feelings through a song and abandoning her so cruelly when she needed him the most; she hated him for stealing her soul and running away with it like a coward, leaving her lifeless. But above all she hated him for thinking he had not deserved her. How dared he? How could he despise himself so much? His self-loathing was essentially insulting her because all she could do was to love him and long for his happiness.
No, she was not letting him go. Not now. Not ever. She needed her soul back. She was not buying that crap about dark uncaring hearts and hopeless souls.
Lifting her hips and sinking back onto him in a torturously slow motion Cuddy observed his facial features in awe. He was heroically resisting, his eyes tightly shut, his throat full of low moans and unrestrained desire. House's hands steel-grasped her thighs determined not to let go. Struggling to keep control, it did not take him long to figure out what she had intended with that tantric ride. She wanted him to beg for release. But why?, he asked himself while struggling for air. Was his confession not enough? Would she still be seeking vengeance? Once her right hand abandoned her breast and reached back, stroking the root of his manhood and tugging on him ever so gently, he cried out. No, she could not be that vain, not caressing him like this. Lifting his eyelids again, he desperately grunted, "Jesus, Lisa!" Then he arched his back in an urgent try of increasing the pace between them.
"If you want something…" she started in low voice, now having a hard time controlling her own orgasm "…all you have to do is ask," she completed, grinning mischievously. She was the one for him, had always been, and she was just proving him wrong, however she could, whatever it took.
"God, I'll ask you. Anything you want, just go faster, please… just let me, oooh…" House begged without hesitation. There was no time for stupid pride now; he was in no condition of denying her anything whatsoever. Then and there, she owned him. He knew, from the moment his eyes caught that astounding figure of hers, standing outside his door, elegant, majestic and willful as a medieval queen, that he no longer belonged to himself.
He was back. The man she had fallen for many moons ago emerged from behind those carefully built walls especially designed to imprison his soul inside of that beautiful and masculine body. He had been there all along and nothing was keeping her from loving him, and feeling him reciprocate her. Pleased with herself like never before, Cuddy bent over, until her chest was resting on his, and whispered in his ear, nipping at his cartilage simultaneously. "Move to the side and roll us over, Greg…" she pleaded while kissing him passionately. Then she explained her reasoning, "… so you can do it the way you like it, and I can feel you thrust inside me…"
Grabbing her hips to prevent losing contact, he managed to roll them both over in one quick and rough movement as she had just requested. He was now on top of her, like she knew he preferred, and like she secretly did too. House reached her for right palm and kissed it before entwining it with his left. Then he placed both her hands above her head, while pushing her leg forward and holding her there with his left, looking for better access. Shifting his weight on his left side, mindful of his bum leg, he continued plunging inside her, rhythmically, deeply and almost roughly; their hips moved back and forth like in butterfly swimming. "Look at me, Lisa. Look at me!" he demanded impatiently, asking her to read the message written in his baby blue eyes. With her free hand she touched his face and lightly stroked his stubbly cheek, locking her eyes with his. She understood it.
They climaxed together with their hands entwined and eyes locked. When she felt the first quivers inside her sweltering core she wrapped her legs around his lower back, pulling him deeper and contracting her muscles even more in order to prolong their pleasure and milk him dry. He thrust deeply one last time and ejaculated intensely, filling her with his juices and collapsing onto her sweaty chest. His orgasm was so intense that it made him fear for his middle-aged heart; for a brief second he was sure it would give up on him. Still panting, House rested his head on Cuddy's sternum, while their heartbeats skyrocketed. Minutes later he finally whispered in exhaustion, lightly kissing her breastbone. "I don't think I can move." A smile of peaceful bliss adorned his face. Finally.
"I don't want you to…" she simply replied, caressing his damp hair and placing a light kiss on top of his head. They were now as they were always supposed to be - two bodies united in a perfect harmony, breathing in unison; two souls recognizing mutual salvation.
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