Moonlight & Serenades Part VPage 410/31/2009
Fanfiction by Brandywine00
Moonlight & Serenades Part VI
Sequel to: Tea & a Tango for Two
Author: Brandywine00
Rating: NC-18, MATURE ADULT. And I mean it in this chapter. Maybe even NC-21. Or 30!
Consider yourself warned!
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make any cashy-money from this. Joss is Boss!
By special request for BigBadJayne…
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~Eire Moon, on the Rim~
"I want you to lay down on this stone, Jayne. I want you to lay back, and let me do what I please with your body. I want to have my way with you, Jayne."
Inara felt a surge of power through her body, as her lover's dark blue eyes glazed over at her words. Jayne's breath came short and hard through the wide smile growing on his handsome face. Stealing one more kiss from her, he launched himself up onto the flat, smooth rock beside her, rolling to his back, thick arms spread wide like a willing pagan sacrifice on a stone altar.
"My lady Mermaid commands me," he said deep and low. "I'm yers to do as ya will."
Muted light reflected off his damp, hard body, caught the glinting white of his smile as she leaned over him. Her long, dark hair fell in a curtain around them as she stroked the angles of his broad jaw, running her thumb lightly over the clipped beard of his strong chin. Lowering her lips to his, she gently played at the tender flesh waiting there, sliding her mouth across his ever so slowly, savoring the faint whisky taste of him. Gliding her tongue across his smooth lips, she delved into his waiting mouth, swallowing his throaty groan.
Drawing back to study the effects on him, she let the burgeoning need for dominance flow through her limbs. He was hers. Had always been, she realized now, a rush of heat spreading to her core as she contemplated the ways she wanted to pleasure this man.
True to his word, he remained prone, never offering to grab her, pull her to him, though the effects of her play was attentive and proud between his muscular thighs. He let his tongue slip over his lips, like he was tasting her memory, as he watched her though hooded eyes. The effect nearly undid her, forcing her to lean back on her heels to catch her own breath. Merciful Buddha, how she wanted to just straddle his firm diao and ride him till the moons fell out of the sky.
Breathing deeply to regain her center, she trailed her burgandy-lacquered nails across the expanse of his chest, loving the way he really tried not to arch his back into her hands. She grazed his hard nipples, bringing a hiss from him, then ran the flat of her palms across every inch of his broad shoulders, the thick biceps, the tight cords of his forearms still stretched wide for her. His long-fingers clenched and unclenched rhythmically, in time to the faint tightening of his abdominal muscles.
He was trying, bless him, to stay still, but a sudden wicked streak ran over her and she decided not to make it so easy for him.
"You know, Jayne, I'm truly sorry for causing you worry," she purred, tracing whorls in the trail of hair leading down his chest and belly. Drawing her fingers lightly over the trembling flesh of his lower abs, she leaned over to flick a nipple with the tip of her tongue.
"I supposed I should try to make amends for your ordeal. Whatever shall I do?" She gently sucked the hardened nub between her lips, catching it, holding it ever so lightly between her teeth. "Wha' shall I do?" she repeated, her tongue darting staccato against the sensitive tip.
Jayne groaned deep and loud, flexing his chest into her mouth, but she laughed, revisiting his own actions on him as she backed away from the pressure, his nipple still tenderly but firmly captured between her teeth. She bit down a little, just enough to hear him catch his breath, then carefully raked the aroused flesh as she turned her attentions to his navel.
She thought he'd bolt up from the stone as she lightly laved the hollow spot, ranging out to lick and suckle at the soft skin covering his hips and abdomen, but he bore it like a trooper, gritting his teeth and clutching at the rock beneath him as she took her time. A body this hardened had no right to be so silky, she thought, another surprising treat she'd discovered about this man who now writhed beneath her skillful touch.
She had studiously avoided the iron-hard erection laying high along his lower belly, letting her tongue dance lightly around the hot flesh, dropping down to place wet, burning kisses along the inside of his thighs, trailing the tip of her tongue along the crease of the juncture of his long, hard legs. He let them fall open a bit, though his struggle not to buck up into the pleasure was losing ground.
"Aaaahhh, god, 'Nara," he groaned, and she could feel him flex the muscles of his beautifully crafted ass in an attempt to hold himself back. "Woman… Mermaid… three times, 'Nara. Yer gonna… aaahhh…. be the death of me…"
Raising up long enough to shoot him a wicked, unrepentant grin, she settled on her knees between his thighs, delighting in the tremor of his powerful thighs as she caressed them with the backs of her fingers.
"I told you, I fear no wild sea beast, did I not?"
His breath came in forceful pants as she let her long hair sweep teasingly over his nethers. "Perhaps you should know…" she slid her warm hands up, spreading his thighs wider, "…mermaids eat fierce sea beasties for breakfast."
Jayne's body jerked as her hot mouth slid up the engorged length of his diao. Hollowing her velvety tongue, she slowly covered that entire side of his staff, drawing the stroke up from the base to the tip so slowly it made her ache on his behalf. She repeated the torture half a dozen times at half-pace before surrounding the tip of him between her lips. Just briefly, before sliding her mouth hard down one side, and backup with suction. Down the other side, she felt him harden further as she reached the base. He moaned hard through gritted teeth as her tongue danced across the flesh held firm to her lips. She glanced up at his face; his jaw clenched, wide brow furrowed with intensity, pleasure and need. The sinews of his shoulders threatened to burst, they were so tense.
Her devilish laugh held little sympathy for his condition, but she showed mercy, enveloping his rigid diao in the welcoming depths of her mouth, circling him with both hands, using all three to milk him slowly to peak. He couldn't stand any more, tangling his fingers in her wild curls, not hard but firm, and raising his lean hips up to meet her with each stroke.
"Not… gonna – aaaaahhhh – last," he rasped, his head thrown back.
Pulling her mouth away for the briefest of moments, she whispered, "I know, bao bei… let go…" and she engulfed him again.
"'Nara – Don't," he ground out, still grasping to contain himself. "Don't – hafta – do that…aaaaahhhh…I'm gonna –"
Thrusting his pelvis high into her, he spasmed as she flexed her fingers and mouth around him, coaxing him over the edge. His body went stiff, the sound of his release choked in the back of his throat as his hot seed poured into her.
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To be continued…..