Sarah kissed him desperately, lost in the touch, the pressure of him against her. The way he moved against her, never breaking any contact while steering them slowly through corridors. She wanted rid of the clothing, both his and her own but mostly his. Her fingers found the buttons of his gilet and made quick work snapping them open. Jareth caught her hands neatly and held them within one of his own as he held a door open with the other. Silently he turned her and pushed her through. She stumbled slightly, disorientated by the kiss, his touch, the sudden lack of him against her, the change of rooms, everything. It was like drinking wine that heady loss of all senses but pleasure. The knock of a key turning and then being dropped on a table made her turn back towards the door, instead of continuing to wander aimlessly into the room. No sooner had she turned then he was there again.
A hand against her cheek, a gloved thumb gently stroking over her cheekbone, grounding her, drawing her back to focus solely on him. The other hand trailed over her bare shoulder, down to her wrist. With undue care he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing at the pulse in her wrist. Her heart skipped more beats than she dared to count. She was caught, like a deer in headlights, the Goblin King of her nightmares now stirring thoughts, feelings and sensations she had refused to acknowledge in any of her memories. She should have recoiled, should have not let her body react so willing to his, but this was out of her control. Her voice was gone, lost in lust and desire, her lips parted to draw breath that he seemed to steal without once touching her lips as he worked his kisses up her arm.
By the time he reached her shoulder she wasn't sure where she ended and he began, until his lips met her bare collarbone. Fingers stroked over her shoulders, soothing and distracting as they crept closer to the knot of the dress at the back of her neck. She turned her face to inhale his scent as he pressed a final kiss to the side of her throat, finished with the gentlest use of his teeth against her skin. It made her breath hitch, heat pooled in her belly and she was sure that the smallest of 'bites' was solely responsible for the wet sensation between her thighs. She was hypnotised by him, his touch, his breath, his very presence. He could do anything to her, and she would thank him for it.
His eyes met hers, fingers gently stroking over her face once more, he was looking at her as if she was the world. Her breath hitched as the world fell down around her, the ensuing kiss caught her off guard. Lighter than previously, the softest of touches, the gentlest inquisition to explore her mouth. She responded happily, her eyes slipping closed as his tongue met hers tentatively. This was heaven, she was sure she'd died, how could one man create such peace in her and at the same time such fire? Willingly she deepened the kiss, wanting more of him, for it to never stop. Her fingers tightened in his shirt once more, gripping the material as if it was a lifeline to stop her from falling. She wanted the fall though, hungered for it more than she had wanted anything.
Inquisitive fingers began to work at the knot at the back of her neck and Sarah finally understood why Thorn had made it so loose. Within seconds the fragile material fluttered down to blend into the skirt, leaving her bare from the waist up. He hadn't broken the kiss for a second, utterly intent on keeping her hypnotised. She would never complain, but when had he started moving her? The backs of her knees collided with the side of the bed, a hand on the small of her back prevented her from collapsing backwards instantly but instead lowered her with unnerving gentleness as he leaned with her. Some part of her brain registered his knee to her left, taking their weight until she rested on top of the silk cover. She wanted him against her, wanted to feel his body with hers. He was slowly easing himself to his knees, his hands stroking down the sides of her body, his lips following the trail of the diamonds that now splayed over her bare chest and stomach.
A gloved hand brushed over her right breast, fingers gently playing with an erect nipple. Lips pressed against the soft curve as his left hand trailed lower. Sarah couldn't catch her breath anymore, it paused in anticipation with every new tingle of a nerve. A tongue flicked out, catching her nipple, making her back arch and a low moan escape her lips. The soft breath that he released over the damp skin made her shudder, the changes in temperature eliciting an even tighter pucker. She reached for him, wanting to pull him closer but he neatly caught her hands in his own and pinned them above her head. His body pressed against hers for a moment as he stretched over her. She pushed herself against him, her words lost and instinct taking over.
"Sarah…" he warned, but it was only a half threat. A warning not to rush him.
Groaning quietly, she fought to restrain herself. It was agonising pleasure, to wait for him to make his move. He seemed to be enjoying her restraint more than she cared to acknowledge. She was all but vibrating with the tension, caught between the desire for immediate reward and the knowledge of what awaited if she was patient. Slowly he released her wrists, his mouth working over her breast warmly once more. His hands joined his ministrations, gentle fingers stroking, pressing, drawing every nerve out that could possibly feed back pleasure. Her breathing shuddered out of control, she wanted more, needed more. Her very sanity was threatening, and he hadn't done anything more than work on her breast and trail sensuous fingers over points of her body that she didn't even know about.
Jareth took his time, slowly transferring his attention to her left breast and repeating the painstaking process of drawing out every iota of sensation. Sarah moaned in frustration, she just wanted him to take some of the building pressure from her core. He'd taken undue care not to make any contact with her hips. Even when she arched against him, his body seemed to move out of the way, denying her any release from pressure or contact. She couldn't look at him, keeping her eyes closed and her arms folded over them to stop from grabbing at him. The fear of him stopping dramatically outweighed the desire to urge him on and he knew it, they were both aware that he was taking just as much pleasure in her restraint as she was suffering for it.
Finally, he moved on, Sarah battled between panting for breath and holding it in anticipation as his lips worked lower. Kisses, gentle and soft worked along her lower ribcage, following the trail of a couple of chains and diamonds before coming back to her belly. His hand splayed over her stomach, warm and cold at the same time. It caused heat and desire to radiate out from every fingertip. Fingers hooked into the top of the skirt, taking the hint she lifted her hips and let the remainder of the dress be pulled away. She heard the material slither to a halt, tossed carelessly away. Hands ran over her knees, a kiss on her hip bone, and then a body pressing between her legs, urging her to open them. Slowly she did as he asked, her heart was in her throat, she bit into her arm as a breath skirted over her inner thigh, followed by a kiss that slowly crept higher. She was going to hyperventilate; her breath was short and sharp in anticipation of a touch where she most wanted contact. Instead his lips went up and over, working across the flat plane of her stomach and avoiding all contact with her core.
Sarah could feel his smile against her skin, the insane amount of pleasure he was taking from this unfair torture. She racked her brain as to how she could turn the tables, how she could get him to feel the same intense desire and pressure as her. Before anything could cross her mind, all thought became lost as his tongue eased its way between her folds, brushing right against the bundle of nerves that would send fireworks through her brain. The world exploded behind her closed eyelids, colour and heat flooded her senses, the moan ripped from her throat as her entire body tensed and arched. His hands landed on her thighs, keeping her lower body still as he continued to slowly work his tongue into every intimate spot.
"Please, please," Sarah felt the words leave her lips without any conscious thought. Slowly the trembling orgasm eased off, the waves hitting less hard each time until she could finally catch her breath. For a moment the most she could do was lie there, panting and waiting for the world to stop spinning. It was taking an eternity, hands still rested on her thighs, stroked tenderly along the aching muscles that had vibrated only moments before.
"I forgot that humans can't handle as much pleasure as fae," Jareth whispered from between her thighs, his breath softly whispering over her sweat sheened skin.
Sarah's mind reeled, there was more to feel. How did the fae cope? If he hadn't stopped at her request, she was convinced that she would have lost her mind. Perhaps that had always been his intention. Whatever his intention was she didn't want to stop now, she wanted more. Quicker than she thought possible in her momentarily spent state she sat up, wrapped an arm about his shoulders and pressed her lips to his. She could taste herself on his lips and pressed herself closer to him. Her hands began to work on the buttons of his shirt as he held her close, helping her to balance precariously on the edge of the bed. She wanted to balance out the clothing issue as quickly as possible.