a/n: okay guys! I said no hardcore smut. BUT I never said anything about SOFTCORE smut.
I hope you enjoy this, I know a lot of you loved chapter 8, so I am trying to deliver!
The juice is totally loose and its all over the place now!
~murshmallow
warning: this is a bit sexy
DossierCh. 9
He let his thumb graze the top of her exposed nipple, earning a breathy sigh that sounded like pure joy. He had never seen a woman's chest this close before, had never felt the need to pursue it.
He was starting to realize that he had always wanted to see hers.
He marveled at the way her skin chilled at his touch. She felt like silk beneath his fingers. Straddling his lap, she motioned forward to position herself on her knees. The movement grazed his flesh, which had started to rise in anticipation. He had only known himself, he had never been touched there by someone else before. Here he was, nearing his mid-twenties, and he had never allowed himself to be touched by a woman, by anyone.
He steeled himself, praying he would not disappoint her. The feeling was just too good.
She raised her hips a bit, as if to give him room to breathe. His hands, once at her waist, moved to cradle the curve of her behind in his palms. The silky, satin feel of her shorts tempted him, and so he squeezed.
She giggled.
Was he doing this right? Was she supposed to laugh?
She leaned her mouth to his ear, and kissed the lobe. She let her mouth rest there briefly, before she moved her lips down his neck.
And further down, still.
His breath caught. Where was she going? Dear god where was she going?
She moved off of his lap and made a place for herself in between his legs. She pushed him forward a bit, and he fell backward onto his forearms.
She lowered herself onto her stomach, and looked up at him. Her bangs obscured her eyes slightly, and her hair fell in disheveled waves onto her bare shoulders. Her breasts pooled beneath her, partially hidden by the white, soft sheets.
She was smirking at him. It was an aggressive look. It was a bit scary. Heero honestly didn't know what she would do next. He had never seen this done before. He worried a bit that she had. She seemed to know what she was doing.
"Can I try something? I saw it in a magazine..." She whispered. What kind of magazines did she read? He'd have to have her secretary forward her subscriptions to him. There could be all kinds of scary information like this in there.
He did like this feeling though, of being scared. Maybe this wasn't fear, but anticipation?
He nodded slowly, afraid to use his voice. She smiled again and moved forward, grabbing at his sweatpants.
He took a deep inhale through his nostrils, getting ready for whatever it was. He was tempted to close his eyes altogether.
"Don't close your eyes, Heero. I want you to watch me."
Why did she have to talk like that? So assertive all the time? So...sexy.
She removed his erection from his pants, and pulled the fabric down to his knees. He had barely felt her struggle with it. The sight of it in her grip was almost too much. She smiled again, bringing her small mouth to kiss the tip.
She kissed it!
Oh my god... he wanted to scream. He had never seen something so incredibly adorable and yet so devilish in his life.
His mouth hung open, eyes wide. She met his gaze and giggled again, her cheeks pink.
"Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong okay? I've...never done this before." She said, warning. Why would she need to warn him? Her breath was so hot and heavenly near his tip. She could do no wrong here. He knew what she was about to do, he had heard enough locker room talk. No matter what she did, it would probably feel amazing. For a moment, her confidence faltered, nearly matching his level of anxiety.
He couldn't let that happen. He'd never let her confidence falter.
He reached forward and brushed her bangs, resting his palm to cup her cheek. He thumbed the skin there, as he had done many times before.
"You're...so beautiful Relena." He whispered, meaning every word of it.
Every syllable dripped with the weight of his admission. Had he honestly never told her this before? He wanted to kick himself. If only he knew how beautiful she was at her most vulnerable, he would have to tell her everyday.
And there it was, the spark back into her eyes.
So she went for it.
Her head dipped, his hand still in her hair, and she took him into her mouth.
He caved and let out a deep grunt, thankful she no longer had hired help living in her townhouse.
It was just the two of them now.
Even the surrounding room began to melt into nothingness.
The sound of her, taking him and releasing him, wet and throbbing, was almost enough to send him over the edge.
She brought one hand up to the base of his member, and held it there, stopping the flow. Possibly, that could stall his release. Or quicken it, it felt that good.
She brought her other hand to rest on the one he still kept in her hair, moving it slightly for him. And she pushed. What was she doing? Giving him permission?
He pulled the hand forward towards him, forcing her to take him deeper. She moaned in appreciation, briefly caressing his thigh with her hand. She moved the hand resting at his base up and down, stroking slowly.
Every bit of air rushed through his nostrils then. She had begun to work him with a specific rhythm, alternating speeds every so often, allowing herself to mewl in lust and gasp for air when the moment called for it. The sight of her head bobbing up and down, the vibration of her moan, the feel of her silken hair in his hands, all contributing to impending release.
"Ah...Re-Relena...wait...!" He barely got the words out. She raised her head, concern in her eyes. If only she knew she had nothing to worry about...in fact she was too amazing. She was too much of an over-achiever. He smiled at her, and saw her expression relax. He moved himself, and nodded his head to the pillow.
"Lay down." He grunted. She obliged silently, bringing one hand up to her breast, the other, wet with a mixture of his precum and her saliva, rested on the mattress.
"Here...prop your legs up a bit." He offered the gentle command. She brought her knees up, laying her feet flat. He relished the feel of her milky skin as he ran his hands over her thighs, her breath shaking at the touch.
"Was...was that good Heero? Did I do it right?" She whispered. He smiled at her, almost letting out a small laugh. She was more than adequate. She was so much more. He tugged at her satin shorts, and she wiggled a bit, freeing herself from them.
Heero pulled them up and over her ankles, pushing them away. He rested his chin on her knees.
"Do you want to know how amazing that felt Relena?" She brought her hand to her mouth, resting a knuckle to her lips in thought. She nodded, closing her eyes.
"Open your eyes." He commanded, and brought his palm down her thigh, splitting her open.
Her skin was pink at the center, and reminded him of the tulip flowers in her garden. He had never done this either, but he was realizing, he's probably wanted this his entire life.
He had never been one for sweets, but tonight he'd let himself have a bit of candy.
"Ah..." she yelped as his mouth met her center, and she moved her hands up to his hair.
He let his tongue probe her deeper, relishing her reaction. The taste blew his mind, he had never before had anything like it, and yet he recognized it immediately.
He flattened his tongue as he exited her, earning another yelp and tug at his hair. He saw her clitoris, bright pink and sparkling in her own wetness, tempting and screaming at him to act. He brought his lips there to kiss her, to mirror what she had done to him earlier. She moaned, and it was delicious.
He nipped and sucked at her, alternating between lavishing her clit and probing her inside with his tongue. She could barely say his name. He lifted his fingers to her clit and moved, eliciting more excited cries. He let his forefinger and thumb continue their work, and he returned his tongue to her, relishing the newer moisture that came from her like rain. He slurped at it, taking it in. Her excited gasps for air were all the positive reinforcement he could ever hope for. Her thighs shook as she came, and when she tried to close her knees around him, he brought his other hand up to keep her legs open.
He let his tongue lap up any come she had for him, the overstimulation prompting additional torrents of wetness. When she could take no more, her breathing slowed.
He felt himself throb. The break from her mouth had stalled his premature release, but now he remembered that he needed to come.
He removed his mouth from her center, and positioned himself over her, supporting his weight on his wrists.
She never let go of his hair.
The look in her eyes- nearly sated, sparkling, blue, full of appreciation. Full of emotion, comfort. Everything he had ever felt in her presence, staring back at him.
He let his lips crash on hers. The two mouths tasting each other as if for the first time. Her tongue skimmed his lips, begging entrance, and he obliged. They danced in left over sexual essence, competing for dominance.
She grazed him with her palm, taking grip. The motion caught him by surprise, and he seized.
She stroked him, harder than before, and he couldn't help but move his mouth to the crook of her neck, his safe space.
She moved faster, and although the moisture was fading, it still felt amazing.
"Heero...come for me." She whispered in his ear. Her voice was like a warm blanket, giving him permission.
He spilled. All over her stomach. He gritted his teeth and grunted into her neck. When he pulled back to take a look, she was covered in what he gave her. Gorgeous, filthy angel. His.
He reached for his t-shirt, balled up at the foot of his bed, and cleaned her. Never letting her move. His gentle touch brought color to her cheeks. Almost prompting another go.
He had never felt a release like that before, and the idea of experiencing that again was tempting. But the image of her laying there, so peaceful, content, and naked, was too beautiful. He wanted to preserve it forever.
He threw the skanked up shirt to the other side of his bedroom, and collapsed at her side. Her skin was on fire still, from what they had just finished.
She turned to face him, a content smile on her lips. He brought his hand to her hair again, raking his fingers across her scalp gently.
"So what magazine did you learn all that from?" He asked her, winning genuine laughter from her. The sight of her naked body shaking from her giggling had some incredible effect on him. Immediately, he felt safer than he ever had. Seeing her bathed in the security monitor's screen light, she no longer looked ghostly, but like a piece of marble, swimming in moonlight.
"Some ratty British women's tabloid." She smiled, removing his hand from her hair and bringing his palm to her lips.
"Can I borrow it?" was his reply.
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a/n
I couldn't leave you guys hanging for even a few days! I had to get this chapter out there, it was killing me. There is no way Heero could handle going all the way this early, he is totally not a wam bam thank you mam typa guy. I'm hoping this was not too dirty for some of y'all! I had to make some lemonade here. You know the saying...if life gives you lemons. This is my definition of softcore...I guess I've been desensitized by life. Looking back when I did a second read for editing purposes, I realize this chapter was INCREDIBLY dirty. I apologize if that is a turn off for some of you! I just needed this to be real for them.
Next chapter will be plot! For those of you who came here for that ;) Did any of you really come here for that?
Thank you for the continued support!
~murshmallow