Author's note: Thank you usual suspects. You own Sherlock. Not me. This chapter is pure, unadulterated smut. No literary quality what so ever. Okay, now that's out of the way, let's get to the sex!
Chapter 15
He took a hold of her right breast and started to massage the nipple. After a few seconds, he sat up and placed it in his mouth and sucked it taut. Heather moaned with delight. She reached up and ran her fingers through Jim's hair. "Oh, God, Jim." Heather reached to his waist and started to pull his shirt up. He pushed her hand away. "No, first you, my beauty. This is all about you right now." Jim went to work on Heather's left nipple. Heather moaned again.
He picked her upper body up off the bed and slid her shirt off. He laid her back down and kissed her deeply. He slowly worked his way down to her neck, peppering it with kisses. Trailing down onto her clavicle and shoulders, he covered her kisses and little love nips. Again pausing to lavish her breasts with tongue ministrations. Heather felt more alive than she had in many years. Jim began to move south with his mouth. He reached down and roughly pulled down her pants. He kissed her from hip to hip. Trailing his forefinger down to her pubis, he stopped kissing her and stared into her eyes with his. His face had a wicked grin and his eyes were dark pools of desire. He slowly trailed his finger across her slit, gathering a sample of her juices. "So wet for me already? My, my, my. Someone's eager." He stuck the finger in his mouth and sucked it. "Oh, so sweet. My kitten is sugary goodness. Oh, baby girl, the things I'm going to do to you."
"Oh, God Jim. Fuck me Jim! Please! I need you inside right now!"
"Tut, tut! Patience, my love. There's plenty of time for that. I want to see just how many ways I can make you come without my cock first. I promise you it will be … awesome!" He slid his finger back into her pussy and curled it into a gentle hook. He gave a little wiggle and Heather felt herself explode in a very powerful orgasm. "Aw, there's that tricky little g-spot. Does that feel good, baby? Do you like that?"
"JIM, GOD DAMN! YES! YES! YES! OH MY GOD!"
"Who's your daddy?"
"YOU ARE, DADDY! OH, GOD! IT'S TOO MUCH! DON'T STOP! RIGHT THERE! YES, YES YES!" Heather was convulsing, and her eyes were rolled to the back of her head. She had never had such a strong orgasm in her life. It scared and excited her at the same time. She felt completely undone and they had barely started. Jim slowed down his movement and placed two more fingers in her quim. "Oh, you are tight. I'm going to have to work on you a lot to get ready for my cock. I don't want to hurt you … too much." He began slowly pumping in and out, occasionally curling his one finger and stroking her special spot. Heather had two more toe-curling orgasms from just Jim's fingers. Jim pulled out and licked each finger. "Having a good time?"
Heather shot him a dazed grin. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down and into a passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue. "Jim, please let me return the favor. I want to suck your dick. Please! You have made me so delirious. Let me do something for you!"
"Well, I can't turn down a request from such a pretty lady. Do you wish to do the honors or shall I?
Heather ripped his pants off. He wasn't wearing any underwear and already had a bead of pre-cum glistening from the top of his quite impressive cock. Heather bit her lip. She rubbed her forefinger across the tip and collected the drop of liquid. She seductively licked her finger while staring in Jim's obsidian eyes. "You don't taste half-bad yourself, Mr. Moriarty." She pushed him onto his back on the bed. She climbed astride him and bent down. She positioned her head so she could still maintain eye contact with him while she set to work. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the base of his missile. She gave it a firm, broad lick with the tip of her tongue from base to tip. Jim remained silent, but did open his hips just a bit. She traced the head with her tongue while staring Jim down. Their eyes locked during this and he looked duly impressed. She spent the next 15 or so seconds working her way down the shaft, gradually taking in more as she slid down. She worked hard to relax her throat as she progressed. Finally, she took his entire length in her mouth and began to work the base with her tongue while gently massaging Jim's sack. Jim moaned out her name involuntarily. Heather smiled to herself. Remembering to cover her teeth with her lips, she slowly worked her way up and down the shaft. Periodically, she would pull him completely out of her mouth and trace the large vein on the back with the thin tip of her tongue. The change in sensation drove Jim nuts. She alternated patterns and techniques enough that Jim was never sure what would come next. Jim was torn between cumming in her mouth and pulling her off of him and slamming into her tight slit. They hadn't talked about it and he didn't want to offend her by forcing her to swallow. "Women are so picky about that shit," he thought to himself. Her next move made the decision for him. Right as she applied the pressure, he came without warning. The room went dark for a second or two and then he saw stars and felt a little dizzy. But what he mostly felt was intense pleasure and relaxation. "Damn, where the fuck did she learn that," he wondered. "Even the prostitutes haven't been able to get me there like that."
She sat up and wiped the corners of her mouth. "So, how was that, sir," she asked with a cat-like grin. "Have a good time?"
"You are a very naughty little girl. Where did you learn that little move? That one at the end. I'm willing to bet they don't teach that in medical school," he asked incredulously.
"Well, actually, funny story!" She laughed. "You're right they don't exactly teach it in med school, but what they do teach is some urological know-how that I used to develop that trick. It took a little trial and error before I had it down pat, but I have yet to get any complaints since I mastered it. I take it you approve?" Heather smiled confidently.
"Oh, very much. You will definitely be doing that again. Frequently."
"So, the dizziness has resolved? That's the only downside to it."
"I need another minute to recover, but then you will receive a very well-earned reward, Miss. Come here." He took his shirt off and pulled her down for a kiss. He flipped them over, so he was on top. He shimmied down to her opening and pushed her legs open. "My turn to present my oral argument."
He started with a few broad licks up and down. He stuck his finger in and stroked her g-spot again, giving her a wicked grin. Then he began tracing patterns with his tongue. Heather couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, just that it felt amazing between his wet tongue and hot breath. She tried to sit up to watch him, but felt incapacitated by his work. She melted into the sheets and lost track of how many times she came while Jim attended to her needs. After a while, Jim sat up and wiped his mouth off with his hand.
"You are going to be the death of me, Jim."
"Hey, I aim to please. But we haven't even gotten to the main event. You aren't too tired, are you?"
"There's more? Jim, you really are trying to kill me?"
"Oh, but a way to go, huh," Jim wiggled his eyebrows. "Now let's have some fun."
Heather wondered what they had been doing if it was "having some fun."
Jim started back up with the kisses and love bites. Heather was sure she would have more than one hickey to explain the next day. She hated hickeys, but that was a problem tomorrow Heather, not right now Heather. All responsible thoughts left Heather's mind quickly as Jim worked his magic. His hands ghosted all over her body. Heather ran her fingers through Jim's hair and down his neck and chest. His hairless chest screamed of excellent grooming habits as did his trimmed treasure trail. "Thank God my waxer talked me into the whole package the other day. Normally, I look like Bigfoot. Someone is getting a cookie basket tomorrow," thought Heather.
Heather reached down and slowly stroked Jim's penis. It began to grow and harden in her hands. "Patience, my pet. All good things to those who wait," he warned.
"I know. I just wanted to keep you engaged."
Oh, trust me. My eyes are locked and loaded on the prize. I just hope you're ready. It will be worth the wait."
"Looking forward to it."
"Good. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," Heather sighed.
"Good. Have you ever heard the idea that pain can heighten your pleasure?"
Heather looked at Jim a little nervously, "Yeah. What did you have in mind?"
"Just trust me. But if you want we can come up with a safe word if it becomes too much. What do you want the safe word to be?"
"Um … banana sandwich."
Jim shot her an odd look. "Ok. That's unique." Heather shrugged a little. "Okay, banana sandwich it is. Are you ready?" Heather nodded. "Okay." Jim reached down and grabbed to silk ties from beside the bed. "Give me your wrists." He tied each wrist to the bed frame. "Do those feel okay to you? Not too tight?"
"They're okay," she responded breathlessly. She had never tried bondage before, but was curious and felt oddly safe with Jim.
Jim pulled her legs open some more. He positioned himself between them. He picked each one up and rested her heels on his shoulders. He very slowly pushed himself into her opening. He stopped about halfway and pulled back out. He repeated this a few times. "Jim, God, you're driving me nuts here. Please you have to go faster."
"No, no! I'm in charge here. I decide what happens. I think that this is all you deserve right now." Jim had a devilish smile on his face. He sunk himself in halfway again painfully slowly and quickly pulled back out. "How does that feel, Kitten? Are you hungry from my cock?"
Suddenly Jim plunged himself into her fast, hard, and deep. Heather yelled out a string of obscenities. "That's my girl," said Jim with a manic look on his face. He kept driving in and out of her at a feverish pace. His balls were slapping furiously against her ass and when he was at his deepest, she felt a little twinge of pain. The pain only drove the pleasure quotient higher. Her mind was tumbling over and over, and she kept screaming out a combination of Jim and God's names and gibberish. She couldn't focus on a lucid thought to save her life and it never felt better. She wanted nothing more than to break free from her restraints and grab ahold of her lover. Not being able to hold Jim was driving her insane. The orgasms kept up, one after another, at a frantic rate. Just as she was coming down from one, another would start. She started to feel dizzy. "Keep your eyes open and on me or I'll stop," Jim yelled. Heather forced herself to stare down Jim. She couldn't let him stop. Not now. Not ever. He had this mad look on his face. "There you go, love. Take it all. Take everything I have for you. This is your reward. Do you like it? Do you like my cock ravaging your sweet, tight pussy? Does that feel good? You're so tight. You feel so good. God, I love fucking you!"
"Oh God, Jim, Yes! Yes! Please fuck my pussy. Don't stop! Ever! I love you so much! Your cock is so big and strong! Don't stop," Heather cried out.
After another moment, Jim cried out, "FUCK!," and came hard. He finished emptying his load inside the redhead, pulled out, and came to rest beside her. He took a big breath, sighed, and kissed her on the nose. "Well, Miss Weire. How did you like that? Satisfactory I hope."
"Jim, untie me arms." Jim grinned and reached up with one hand and undid the knots. "Thank you. Stay right here. I'll be back in a moment." Heather climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom, stretching her arms. She returned a moment later with a small basin of water, a washcloth, and a hand towel. She pulled the sheets back and cleaned Jim up lovingly. She gave him a kiss and handed him his pjs. She returned to the bathroom, used the toilet, cleaned herself up, and climbed into bed.
"Wait, you don't wear pajamas to sleep in," asked Jim.
"Nope. I'm more comfortable sleeping naked. It's healthier too. I have pjs for lounging around the house, but I sleep in the nude. Is that going to be a problem, Jim," teased Heather.
"I'll find a way to adjust to this startling news," Jim smirked. "Well, when in Rome." He climbed out of bed and disrobed as well. He climbed back under the sheets and snuggled up close to Heather. She reached over and turned off the bedside lamp. They fell asleep quickly thereafter.
