AUTHOR'S NOTE: Apologies for the delay, life has been... interesting. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)
Sarah slowly came back to the moment, her arms wrapped about the lean frame of the Goblin King, her legs entwined with his and his hips pressed as tightly into hers as possible. Nerves and senses slowly came back to her, the feeling of his carefully controlled breath, the unnatural heat, the weight of his body, the tingle in her stomach and the pressure of him inside her. He was so still, unnaturally still. Carefully she held him, wondering what to do. Then he moved, slowly, painfully slowly, but enough to set her on fire again. He was right, fae could do unnatural things to humans. His hips worked over hers with unerring rhythm, every stroke lighting a new fire until her breath was hitching with every move. How did he know just how to move to hit every single spot to break her?
Lips captured hers, grounded her and kept her present. Her breath steadied, it met his rhythm and she moved with him. Fighting hard to stay with him rather than getting lost in the sensations that tore through her with a vicious beauty. He seemed to relax against her as she regained control of herself. Slowly the rhythm balanced between them, every movement mirrored in the other. Her legs wrapped about his hips, pulling him closer to her, he didn't resist. Taking the opportunity to go deeper, pushing her hips into more of a tilt and hitting an entirely new hotspot of pleasure. Sarah moaned against his lips, he nipped at her lower lip gently. His chest pressing against hers, arms still wrapped about her torso, keeping her flush against him and lips locked with hers in a lazy kiss that matched the tempo he had built with his body.
Sarah wanted more, much more. This leisurely pace was building the flames but slowly, so slowly. It wasn't fair that he got to determine everything and stay in control. Surely there was something she could do to turn the tables and make him beg her also. One arm released from her shoulder, stroking down her side, under her hip to grab her butt and pull her hips into another new angle. For a moment conscious thought escaped her as the pressure and movement changed. Her breath hitched, her nails dug into his skin and she groaned at the pleasure that coursed through her, her lips leaving his for a moment as she arched. He didn't stop, instead kissing the bare expanse of her throat, his hand staying put and supporting her, heat radiating from his fingertips. She was going to come, she could feel it starting to build again, trapped in his arms, there was no escape. He had full control of her, and he was playing her like an expert works a finely tuned violin from the deepest to the highest notes. The loss of control was almost as much of an aphrodisiac, she'd spent so long with men that expected her to worship them first. That had lain back and let her do the work. To have everything taken from her and to be handled so expertly was intoxicating.
Everything was starting to tense in anticipation of the fall once more, she could feel every muscle singing as he continued his effortless dance over her body. She wanted to return the favour, but he wasn't going to let her, she couldn't move, she could only receive. Her arms tightened about him as the rocking of his hips began to claim her sanity. His hands stopped gripping her, instead driving into the bed on either side, his breath only hitching once before he clenched his hands in the sheets beneath them and then the painstaking rhythm continued. She wanted to scream at him to lose it, to drive into her with everything he had, to make her scream in pleasure but she couldn't do anything, her mind not quite connecting with her lips and vocal cords. Speech had become a skill beyond her capabilities. Just as the heat built to a crescendo, he stopped, his hips still, his breathing firmly controlled, his lips still on hers, gently, teasingly. Sarah whimpered against him despite herself, everything once again tensed into almost painful contractions in preparation. How could she get him to continue?
She rolled her hips against his, desperate for the contact to continue, his hips rolled back slightly, almost removing himself from her. She stopped and pressed herself back, away from his lips and deeper into the bed so she could look at him. His eyes were closed, he was close too. She glanced sideways to where his hands were clenched into the sheets. If she moved just so, she could tip him over. He was distracted, thinking about something, or just trying not to come just yet. Sarah took her chance, pitching her weight against his, catching one of his arms so he slipped onto his shoulder and she rolled them. Jareth looked surprised from beneath her. Too busy trying to control himself he hadn't realised her plan until their positions were reversed.
Sarah planted her hands on his chest, pushing him down as she straddled his hips. He watched her curiously as she hovered over him, this time it was her controlling her breath. His hands fell on to her thighs, his eyes locked onto hers, curiosity gazed back at her, hand in hand with lust. This was her turn to control him. Fighting her instincts to slide onto him and ride him furiously she adopted the same tactics of careful control. She was that wet there was no need to guide him into her, he slipped back inside her easily. His fingers tightened momentarily on her thighs, as if urging her to speed up but Sarah held her nerve. He'd ripped two powerful orgasms from her body, she was going to make sure he had the same. Absently she wondered why his gloves were still on, but the thought passed as his full length was finally encased in her. The fullness making her moan despite herself, he twitched, a breath caught in anticipation but didn't move otherwise.
Carefully she rolled her hips forwards, slowly lifting, his eyes almost fluttered closed as she lowered herself at a different angle. She knew how to move to pleasure herself and the same spots seemed to affect him as well. All she had to do was keep her own rhythm, her own positions and he'd follow her. More movements, different directions, letting him feel every movement, every tingle of pleasure she tensed, and he twitched despite himself. She trailed her hands over her body, stroking luxuriously over her breasts, over her stomach and her hips. For a moment, her fingers brushed against his, still clamped onto her thighs, for support or grounding she didn't know. The powerplay was intoxicating to her, she upped her tempo and ran her fingers through her hair, down her throat lost to the sensation. Relishing the feeling of him allowing her to take what she wanted from him. His fingers briefly dug into her thighs, a sliver of pain that only heated the moment, his only way of grounding, of staying with her. She smiled at the control she had, the way he looked at her, filled with barely concealed lust. He wanted her to do this to him as much as she wanted him to, to torture and tease him. She groaned at the thought and moved out of rhythm by accident, her control slipping ever so slightly. His hands crept higher as she fought to stop the building wave.
The temptation was too great, quick as lighting he sat up, one hand on her hip, keeping her on him, the other wrapping about her waist and pulling her body to his. Her nipple was the perfect height for his lips, and he latched on greedily. Kissing, sucking, and teasing with tongue, teeth, and lips. Sarah moaned again, her hands landing on his shoulders as she rocked her hips against his. It was starting to overtake them both, his hand slipped from her hip, allowing her more movement. Instead his thumb pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, with every forward rock she rubbed against it. She started to lose the rhythm, it was too much, she just wanted the fall now. He seemed to sense the exact moment and turned the tables once more as he rolled them over and pinned her beneath him. Without hesitation he pinned her wrists over her head as his thrusts became shallow and deep pushing her so far over the edge, she was sure she was lost. This time she screamed, the sound swallowed by his lips as he finished with one last thrust inside her, his own cry lost to her lips.
Silence fell eerily about the castle, an unnerving quiet. Two breaths, out of sync, were the only sounds of life. Nothing moved, nothing breathed but them. Outside the seasons began to change.
"Sarah?"
"Yes," she whispered back. Her voice was almost hoarse.
"Do you remember?"