WriterFreak001:

I'm drinking coffee while writing (attempting, more like it) smut. What is my life?

Note: I read a really good smutty fic this morning, and I congratulated the writer for complementing the physical aspect of sex with the mental process of having sex, and I know that that is something I struggle greatly with, so I'm going to give it a try. Hope it works out!

Love

Written by WriterFreak001

Part 2 of 2

~ SCORPION ~

She hadn't been touched by a man in many years.

She was out of practice, and as much as she responded to Walter as his tongue and fingers fluttered inside of her, she knew he was no expert himself. She knew him, she knew how much he loathed physical contact, but here he was, vulnerable with her, loving her, kissing her, touching her in ways that had only happened in her imagination, and God, did it feel so good to feel him tasting her, to feel his curly hair tickling her inner thighs as he bobbed his head between her legs, to feel his fingers delving inside of her, exploring her and caressing her.

She didn't want him to stop.

Her fingers threaded and twisted and clenched his unruly curls as she arced her back and pushed against his mouth. To her delight and pleasure, he buried his face deeper between her legs, sending electricity straight from her core to the rest of her body. It was like she could feel him everywhere all at once. The rest of her body – her breasts and her mouth, mostly – tingled and ached for his mouth, his tongue, his teeth to return, but God, she didn't want him to stop anything he was doing.

To fulfil the rest of her greedy needs, she unthreaded her fingers from Walter's hair and slowly glided her palms to her breasts, squeezing them and pushing against them in rhythm with his tongue lapping inside of her. She rolled her hips against him again as she pinched her nipples, and he hummed against her, sending her mind to absolute oblivion.

This man was going to be the death of her.

Paige, out of either desperation, desire, or both, eased her left hand into Walter's hair, stroking his scalp gently. "Hey," she uttered breathlessly, prompting him to stop what he was doing and find her glossy eyes. She smiled at him and licked her lips slowly. "Turn around so that your back is facing the bed, okay?" He nodded, and she winked at him. "Just so you know," she snaked a hand between her legs, dipped a finger inside of her and trailed a path of her arousal up her naked body, smirking as he grunted quietly against her. "You're doing a fabulous job and don't stop."

Without a response, he rolled onto his back, and she rolled on top of him, bringing her sex to his mouth once again as he grabbed her, spreading her buttocks apart gently to knead all eight of his fingers against her core from behind. She rolled her eyes upward and stilled herself before sitting upward and bucking slowly against his lips. She could feel is nose inhaling and exhaling against her tip, and her eyes never left his as he tightened his arms around her legs to keep her from moving too much.

He still wanted some control.

Paige's fingers found Walter's hair again, and she lovingly scratched his scalp as she moved – as much as that stubborn genius would let her – against him.

"Walter," she whimpered softly, her fingers crimping his hair as he sucked hard on her clit. He smiled against her folds, loving the way her voice called his name. He had dreams like this once, but he never thought Paige crying out his name as he pleased her to be so empowering.

He wanted her to cry his name louder.

(And he wanted to know what it would sound like if he cried her name in synch with her.)

Paige, despite Walter's strength, pivoted around, wiggling herself against his tongue in the process. She wanted to taste him. She wanted him to cry her name out in ecstasy and hear his voice in a way only she would be privileged to hear. Paige peppered kisses down his stomach towards his boxers, and she gently pushed them down his legs, smiling from learning just how excited he was to be with her.

Paige marveled at his length and took a moment to admire his size.

This was going to be fun.

Eagerly, as she rolled her hips against Walter's mouth, she wrapped her slender fingers around him and gently tugged his skin upward. Walter suddenly jerked under her touch, and she took pride in how he responded instantly to her. She pressed her lips against his throbbing head and glided him slowly inside her mouth until she could feel him tickling the back of her throat. Paige immediately withdrew her lips, grazing his shaft with her teeth as she bobbed her head upward and then plunged down again, feeling him fill her mouth completely. Walter couldn't focus. His tongue and lips fumbled clumsily against her as he shuddered underneath her touch.

Her folds tightened around his tongue, and he moaned inside of her, his voice vibrating deeply throughout her body, causing her to writhe in pleasure as she purred against his length. Walter involuntarily bucked against her, sending his cock further down her throat, and she rolled her eyes upward, her throat droning against him.

She moved her mouth faster against him as he moved faster and deeper inside of her, and she could feel him pulsing against her tongue, throbbing for release as her walls tightened even more against Walter's mouth.

They were almost there, both moving together in perfect harmony, both feeling the heat, both moaning, both writhing, both wanting, yearning, needing to be closer.

And then, all at once, everything beautifully came together.

He swallowed her juices. She swallowed his seed, and they hummed simultaneously together, against each other, as they popped their lips off of one another. Neither one moved, though.

Walter's hands were rubbing her bottom, lightly scratching her skin with his clipped nails, and she laid down in utter bliss as she rested her head against his hip, never looking away from his wet shaft.

She had done that to him.

He was panting. She was panting.

She had to smile because she knew their morning was far from over.

"You know," she trailed a finger along his moist length, prompting Walter to give the woman his undivided attention (as though he hadn't been doing that already), "Contrary to what you might think, Walter O'Brien, I've never been this intimate with a man before."

Walter cocked an eyebrow, and Paige laughed.

"What I mean is," she paused and turned slightly to drag her tongue across his shaft, just wanting to taste him again before continuing her comment. Walter shivered, and she teased him by flecking her tongue against his tip. "I've never orally pleasured a man before."

"Me neither," Walter mumbled lowly and the flushed. "I mean… I've never… with a woman...," he gulped as she laughed melodiously.

"I knew what you meant," Paige giggled and suddenly licked her lips. "You're really good at it, by the way."

Walter blushed even harder. "I… I might have done some research a while ago…."

"Well," she smirked as she carefully squeezed him, "your research definitely paid off."

"That's good to know," Walter gulped audibly and nervously smiled, still trying to figure out how a beautiful woman like Paige would fall for a dorky guy like him. (He may never fully understand that mystery, but at this point, he almost didn't care).

"Wait," she suddenly lifted herself off of Walter and sat up, eyeing him curiously. "You said you haven't… orally gratified a woman before…. What about sex? Am I… Will I be your first?"

He shook his head. "I might hate certain levels of touch – before I met you, of course," he laughed as he sat up and crawled closer to her, "but I'm not a hermit. I've had sex before."

"Oh?" Paige suddenly (and strangely) wanted to know more. "How long has it been?"

"Six years, give or take," Walter admitted quietly.

"Oh," Paige pinned her lower lip beneath her teeth, "so," she nervously laughed, "I guess I'm more out of practice than you are."

Walter shook his head. "On the contrary, Paige, this is all new to me, but in a different way." He reached up to cup her face and kissed her longingly. "Before, it was all about physical release. I never cared to please any woman I've ever been with, but this… us… this is different and new." He kissed her again, pushing her down towards the mattress until he was completely on top of her. Paige hooked her arms around him as he whispered, "I don't want to mess this up."

"You won't," Paige muttered as she gazed deeply into his eyes. She moved her hands to his hair and then caressed his face lovingly.

"How can you be so sure," he mumbled, and she gingerly kissed him as she brought his left hand to her chest just over her heart.

"Because you love me…," she laced her fingers with his, "and I love you, and as much as you don't want to lose me or mess things up, I don't want to lose you either."

Walter smiled, and she flashed a grin before he leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, somehow knowing everything was going to be okay.

Paige spread her legs underneath him, and he slowly and carefully and lovingly buried himself deep inside of her as she strung her legs around his hips, encouraging him to move in deeper. He complied and pushed in deeper, hiding himself inside of her. She whimpered softly, and he immediately froze. "A-are you okay?"

She nodded and caressed his face softly. "I'm okay. It's just," she paused as her body adjusted to his size and gave him a small smile, "It's been a while, remember?"

"I'll be slow," Walter mumbled lowly, and she nodded again, pulling him down for a hard kiss as he did exactly as he said he would do and moved slowly, beautifully, perfectly against her. He feathered kisses down her jaw and along her neck, kissing her and sucking her throat gingerly, whispering softly, "Is breá liom tú."

Paige inhaled a deep breath and smiled as he kissed her lovingly, somehow knowing what he was saying. "I love you too, Walter O'Brien." She bit her lip as her nose burned from all of the emotions she was suddenly feeling. "I love you too."

One way or another, she knew they would be okay.

~ SCORPION ~

WriterFreak001:

And th-th-that's all folks!

(As awkward as it was writing pieces of this chapter, I enjoyed writing their conversation towards the end.)

Let me know what you think!

I can't promise ever going this graphic again, but who knows. A lot can happen in five months.

Also. I don't know Irish, but according to Google Translate, "Is breá liom tú" means "I love you." If Google Translate is wrong, please let me know so I can fix it! :)