First Impressions
Summery: Who ever said that first impressions matters the most never factored in over active sex drives, close work environments and dead bodies into the equation. Part One of the Until The Day I Die Series
Rated: M
Chapter Twelve: Slip Into You
A/N: Warning entire chapter contains smut. Sex scenes not your thing? Scrowl down to the end and read the last few chapters. I promise you wont regret it.
Their hearts beat rapidly out of their chests.
Their pulse fluttering in their fingers.
Their lungs chasing their own speeding thoughts.
Touches like liquid fire.
A needy kiss like the world was ending.
An erotic moan as he gathered her shirt in his hands.
A frustrated growl when she could unbutton his jeans quick enough.
They had been thinking the same thing as he swung into the alley. Maybe that is why they acted so quickly with the shared feelings.
She had crawled over, sitting in his lap, her legs straddling his lower chest. His lips set her on fire, running her hands through and gripping onto his hair, deepening it, hungry for more. His tongue licked at her bottom lip immediately. She didn't waste time like before. Her body was going to fast, needing so much more, to busy to stop running at the speed of light to think.
She sinks in my mind
As she sheds through her skin
Touch that tastes like fire
Hands do what is no longer taken
Hands to fuel desire
She reached her hands up his torso, slipping the buttons out of the holes as quickly as she could, never breaking the kiss, only deepening it. Her hands shook with a strange mixture of nervousness and excitement, causing her ability to unbutton to be dulled. She heard him let out a deep, needy growl, only accelerating her to slip it off more.
She never heard anything so sweet than the sound of that shirt flutter to the floorboard. She ran her hands down his chest, not able to resist the temptation of biting at his nipples. It was clear that he had been working out, his chest well toned, but failed with comparison to Nick or Warrick. But strangely, it was so much better than she could ever describe.
Now it was his turn.
She began to shake secretly as he slipped his fingers between her own buttons. She wanted it off, but in the strangest way, the moment was finally catching up to her.
It was going way to fast. Too fast than she would have expected. But she never attempted to slow it down.
I'll be fine
You'll be fine
This moment seems so long
Don't waste no precious time
We'll dance inside the sun
He couldn't deny that it hurt like hell as she grinded her teeth around his nipple.
But in the strangest way it was the greatest thing that he had ever felt.
He hadn't experienced many biters.
So he wasn't about to stop her.
But minutes seemed to be passing by at the speed of days.
This was all to slow and unfair.
He wanted his turn.
So with or without her permission, he grabbed at her shirt, trying to unbutton it with patience.
Screw patience, it was way over rated anyway.
He gripped his hands around each side of her shirt, breaking the kiss momentarily.
"Is this new?"
"No," she whispered breathless.
"I'm buying you a new one anyway."
And for the first time in his life . . .
He ripped the shirt right off her chest.
The sound of the seams shredding excited him, and it did her as well.
He wrapped his hands around her, drawing her closer. With one easy, swift motion he unclasped it; she was finally rid of that damn bra and top.
At first he hesitated, he hadn't had sex in while; then again he knew he would have hesitated anyway, it was the girl of his dreams, Sara Sidle.
Anyone would hesitate at finally getting the girl you chased for seven years.
I'll be fine
You'll be fine
Is this fine?
I'm not fine
Give me pieces
Give me things to stay awake
To stay awake
It was terrifying.
What if he did something wrong?
"Suck me Greg," she whispered in his ear.
Screw worries; he would get the hang of it.
At first he had no damn idea what to do, but slowly, after a year of waiting, it all rushed back to him. His mouth slipped over the hard pink nipple with a burning desire. His tongue licked at it gently as he sucked at her breast. His teeth grinded around it as he pulled his mouth up, before pushing his groin against her stomach and pushed his mouth down farther on her sweet nipple.
"Greg," she moaned desperately.
He loved the way it rolled of her lips, so desperate, so erotic, and so needy . . .
For him . . . whispering his name rhythmically.
He began to unbutton and unzip her jeans, deciding against trying to rip denim.
"Fuck me," she moaned.
It wasn't a request; it had been a demand.
She was wet for him, her underwear soaked with a desperate need.
When he pushed her against the steering wheel, her crotch against his chest, he felt her wetness for him. He ripped the underwear off her, taking his hand and feeling of her secret garden, that she was so willingly giving to him. He had dreamed of this for so many years, a simple touch and she was about to break in his arms. He had thought of it at work, at home, and even while being with her, dreaming up wild fantasies that blew his mind away to another world. She was so sweet and tender, moist to the touch. Her creamy liquid attached to his fingers as his skimmed her, his fingers stopping at her lips.
He thrust his middle finger in slowly, taking his time and getting to know every inch of her. Feeling her walls beat rapidly as his finger probed inside of her, then slipping it out slowly before coming deeper inside of her and twisting his finger upward.
Her face was flushed; sweat pouring off of her brow as she arched her neck in pure pleasure. Her arms laced around his neck, her fingers driving him wild as she gripped onto his sweaty blond locks. She leaned in, her breasts pressed against his chest as she breathed erotically in his ear. He bit at his ear lobe, probing her tongue inside of his own ear as he slipped two fingers deeper inside of her.
But it wasn't enough; he wanted to taste her. He wanted to drown his taste buds in her sticky liquid like syrup. He took his hands, resting them just below her ass and pushed her onto the steering wheel. She complied to his demands arching herself for easy access, and pinning her hands behind the wheel in an uncomfortable state. But when he probed his tongue inside her it didn't seem to matter.
He felt her legs begin to shake like jelly as he tasted of her; her creamy liquid hot and sticky, tasting as sweet as honey itself. Breathing rapidly, he felt her pulse beating in her legs pressed against him wildly. She broke in his arms, in a sense of tortured bliss. Moaning and shaking, giving into every hormonal act, every needy touch.
What makes me want to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me to
Move down to me slip into you
"Oh get inside me now!"
He pushed her up off of him, rising off the seat, as he pulled off his pants and boxers with her aid until they were both completely naked,
He pumped himself in and out of her quickly and hard, steadying them by holding onto her wrists.
He had this amazing effect on her that no man could ever produce quite like he did, that need that made her succumb to his and her sexual needs, despite her better judgment.
What makes me want to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me to
Move down to me slip into you
She screamed his name in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain as he surged himself inside of her with mind-blowing intensity. She begged for more, and he gave them, giving in to not her sexual needs, but his own. The succumbed together, screaming each other's names continuously with each breath.
What makes me want to shake you down?
Each touch belongs to each new sound
Say now you want to shake me to
Move down to me slip into you
He was the best thing she had every experienced. Their bodies seemed to know each other already, perfectly aligned for each other in every way. The way they moved in union, each breath on accord, was like they had been lovers for centuries. She had never felt this large of an emotional high before, each time he entered her it was better than the last. Whatever had started the desperate, hormonal affair in the ally way, it had ended in sweet love, being held under the moonlight lost in time with each other.
It was the moment she realized she was truly in love. She couldn't find anything better than what she had now. Nothing could compare to him and the way he made her feel, whether it be through pleasure or emotions. It didn't matter that they had only been dating three weeks, it only mattered that they were created for each other. They had been in love for seven years, but just to blind to see it.
"Sara?"
"Yes Greg?" she whispered.
"Marry me."
Move down to me slip into you
A/N: Awwwwwwwwww ok now that's out of my system I hoped you liked it. I haven't written to many sex scenes to be honest, so tell me what you think!