November 13-14
Washington, DC
Dear god, this man is utterly delicious. The taste of his lips, his tongue, his teeth, the prickle of stubble on his jaw, the taut, salty skin stretched over the muscle and sinew of his neck...I have to sink my teeth into it, I have to breathe him in through my nostrils. I have to eat him alive, I have to fill my mouth, my throat, my stomach with his flesh and blood. Alex Krycek has turned me into a cannibal, a vampire.
"Scully! God, you're going to give me a hickey!"
He's got me by the shoulders, pushing me away from him. I blink and watch in awe and frustration as a thin strand of saliva breaks, falls from my lips and disappears against the glistening, wet patch of skin connecting his shoulder to his throat. It's bright pink from my attention, and I grin evilly at it. I have never been more pleased with myself.
I'm still looking at it longingly, preparing to lunge for it again, when he presses his lips to me instead. His tongue vies for dominance, plunging into my mouth, but I will not be dissuaded from my own agenda. I don't recognize the deep, guttural, primordial sounds this frenzied kissing is wrenching from my throat, but I love them. They lend power to my tongue, giving me the extra edge required to move his out of my way and reclaim the warm, champagne-tinged cavern of his mouth.
He gives in, lets me win. He seems to be enjoying his defeat, as he groans contentedly and his hands roam over me to grasp, prod and pinch in ways that make me even more delirious and desperate for him. I rub against him, feel his warm skin through layers of clothing, and growl. Or was that him? Our teeth clash. I think it was both of us.
Satisfied that he's not going anywhere, I pull my mouth from his, letting us both breathe before one of us passes out from lack of oxygen.
"Jesus, woman." He's panting, his lips are swollen and glistening, his eyes are absolutely wild, and I'm so fucking turned on to realize that I'm the one who put that depraved look on his face. I can't help but smile a cruel, wicked smile as I take him in. I wanna fuck him up.
He reads my mind and the narrowing of his eyes, the twitch in his upper lip tells me he's more than ready to fuck me up right back. "I'm gonna take you to the bedroom now."
My smile retreats as I bite my lip and then swallow hard and nod.
"I'm gonna take you to bed...and I'm gonna rip your clothes off...and then I'm gonna…"
He stops and just stares at me. I can feel the heat radiating off him.
I lift my chin in defiance and dare him to say it. "You're gonna do what?"
"I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna fuck you till the sun comes up."
My smile returns. "Promise?"
His lips land on mine again and I have no idea which of us is moaning loudest, but we seem to be in competition, trying to outdo the other.
And suddenly his oversized t-shirt is being dragged up, and we separate just long enough for it to be pulled over my head and thrown angrily to the floor. Then I feel his hands at my back and my bra pops loose and he's pulling it down my arms and throwing it towards the shirt. I grab the hem of his shirt and he helps me get rid of it, too, and then I press my now naked skin against his and we start the moaning contest all over again. God he feels amazing.
He picks me up from the counter and sets my feet down on the floor, but I don't get a single step in before he swipes his arm under my knees and carries me like a baby through the kitchen, the living room, and once more into the bedroom. This time I'm not hurt. This time he's going to stay. This time it's going to be so much more fun.
My teeth nip at his neck during the short trip, then my tongue laves at the indentation marks they leave, soothing them, apologizing sweetly for the violence done to his beautiful skin. And I listen to him babble about God and Jesus and Dana and Christ as I lick and suck at his earlobe and sink my nails into his scalp.
And suddenly I'm bouncing against the mattress and he's tugging the too-long legs of my pajamas down, the cuffs I rolled up just a few minutes before now coming undone in his fingers, covering up the bandage on my foot and trying to slide further down...but I've cinched them and tied them around my waist, and my hips are keeping them up.
He reaches up and pulls one side of the drawstring, watching the bow I tied shrink and then pop loose. He looks very pleased with himself as he hooks his fingers under the waistband and tugs it up away from my skin, allowing him more room to work with. He settles back on his haunches again and he smiles that sexy smile as he grabs the cuffs once more and this time manages to pull the pants all the way down my legs. He stops and stares, talking to Jesus again, as he discovers I am sans underwear. His eyes roam hungrily over my naked body before he places his large hands over my knees and pushes them apart. And I watch, enraptured, as he bends in and licks my vulva from bottom to clit with the flat of his tongue. He stares up into my eyes, licking his lips and giving me a look that nearly stops my heart.
"Fucking ambrosia." It's a prayer delivered with a snarl, and it makes me lightheaded. Then I see his head dip again just before I collapse onto my back, close my eyes and let him make me moan and writhe and curse and gasp as he uses that beautiful mouth of his to drive me completely insane.
One of his hands grasps at my breast, the other one pumps two thick fingers into me, as his lips close around my swollen clit and suck gently, bringing on my orgasm and making me claw at his head, his arm, every bit of him within my reach, as my body bucks up against his mouth over and over and I chant his name a hundred thousand times as I shudder and finally fall back to the bed, sweaty and sated.
He crawls up next to me, wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles my neck as I come down and try to catch my breath. He nibbles at my jaw and I turn my head to capture his lips, sucking his plump bottom one into my mouth and licking the smoky, tangy taste of myself from him. I twist my whole body towards him, wanting more. Eager and thirty for more of him.
"Not fair." I whisper into his ear as my hand cups him through his jeans and I realize he's still half-clothed. "Off. Now." I demand and start to unbuckle his belt. His hands join mine and he's naked in 5 seconds flat. I wrap my hand around him and he watches with a satisfied smirk as my eyes go wide. He's so thick that my fingers barely touch. I tug at him, thrilled and a bit frightened by his size, and discover that he's also a bit longer than anyone else I've been with. It's going to be a tight fit.
I look into his beautiful face and see the lust and reverence there and smile again. I'm a damned lucky girl.
He smiles back and kisses me hard, and I realize I'm still holding him, hard and throbbing, in my hand. I stroke him and pull back to watch his face go slack with pleasure, and he's so exquisitely beautiful that I think I could probably be happy watching him like this for the rest of my life, but I think we both want more than this. I push at his chest and he lets me tumble him over onto his back. I kiss him deep as I straddle him and slowly move my mouth down his chin to his throat, tongue swirling over his Adam's apple and then dipping into the little valley at the base of his neck, between his clavicles.
His hands grasp at my hips, pulling me down onto him, pressing his cock into my stomach and moaning his relief upon feeling naked skin against him. I slowly drag my mouth and my body down his, loving the feel of him between my breasts as I kiss his chest and stomach, loving the feel of his hands in my hair, loving the feel of my hands on his deltoids and pectorals. Loving the sounds he's making. Loving the taste of his skin. Dying to taste more.
I slide a little lower, tilt my head down and press my tongue to the tip as I open my mouth to wrap my lips around the head. I sink down, take him deeper into my mouth and moan at the taste of him, once more wanting to eat him whole. We find a rhythm, my mouth and tongue massaging him, my moans reverberating around him, his words, begging, pleading, cursing, praising, his fingers combing through my hair and finally holding my head gently, thrusting, pumping, and then his climax, bittersweet against my tongue and I groan and swallow, wanting it all, so happy I finally have a boiling hot, salty part of him to devour.
He pulls my head away slowly, his fingers clinched in my hair, and I reluctantly allow him to fall from my lips as he hisses and takes in huge lungfuls of air, his head lolling back and forth against the sheets, eyes wide open but not focusing.
I reverse my journey, dragging myself up his body this time so I can lie beside him and kiss his neck again, softly, as he calms. "Christ, Dana. You're going to fucking kill me." I smile against his neck and lick a short trail up to his ear so I can whisper, "We're just getting started, Alex. Dawn isn't for another 7 hours."
He laughs incredulously as he rolls me over, "I'm a man of my word, Agent Scully, and I don't make promises I can't keep."
I reach up to cup his jaw in my hand and splay my fingers out, watching them play, savoring the prick of the tiny black hairs that threaten to burn me, slice me open, before looking back up into his feline eyes. "Promise me something else, Alex."
He arches an eyebrow, perhaps a bit wary of what more I might ask for.
"Promise me you won't be too gentle."
The speed and sheer power with which he jumps up and over me, tearing the comforter out from under me, throwing pillows in every direction, knocking the bedside lamp to the floor and not caring, not stopping, growling like a fucking lion through clenched teeth...it makes me gasp and flinch in fear and shock. He looks and sounds utterly feral as he lowers his head, his eyes, observing my every movement through his eyelashes.
"Be careful what you ask for, my darling. You might just get it."
I have never been more thrilled, or more wet, in my entire life. As soon as he sees my smile he pounces. And it's even better than I ever dreamed it could be.