Moonlight & Serenades Part VII
Sequel to: Tea & a Tango for Two
Author: Brandywine00
Rating: NC-18, MATURE ADULT. Really.
Disclaimer: I don't own, nor do I make any cashy-money from this. Joss is Boss!
Author's note: Sorry for the long delay, but other projects have needed attention. Which I should be working on right now. Yes, BBJ, I hear the whip cracking - LOL… getting right back to the other thing right now, I promise! I just needed to switch gears for a bit and get this chapter finished, for a bit of inspiration, ya know… ;-)
By special request for BigBadJayne…
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~Eire Moon, on the Rim~
She stared up at him with a fiery satisfaction in her sable eyes, and a wicked little grin that nobody in the wide 'verse would expect from a woman like her. Composed, dignified, genteel Inara Serra, respectable Companion, delicate flower of the civilized 'verse, leering up at him like the cat that got the cream.
Jayne threw back his head at the thought, his deep laugh rolling across the lake. "Gor-ram-it, Mermaid," he said when he could catch his breath, twining his fingers gently into her dark, silky curls. "Did not expect that! Whooo!"
She was looking mighty pleased with herself, and damned right she should. Every muscle in his strapping body felt like three kinds of jelly plastered all over that white rock, with the spray of the waterfalls flicking on his skin, and the most beautiful woman on all the worlds spinnin' placing light kisses along his still-twitching abs.
He just laid there for a minute with his blood still thrumming through his body, recovering from what she'd done to him, and not just the physical part, though that'd take him some recuperating, too. He drank in the heavy, woodsy scent of the night, the water whooshing against the cliff and the sleek, softness of her skin against his.
He'd had willing women and good sexing on just about every rock twirling 'round, but not a one could match this little lady when it came to pleasing him. Weren't just on account of her rarified training, neither. That was all kinds of good shiny, but what set her apart was the open, honest, unashamed enjoyment of their bodies joining up in the way Nature had formed them to.
Since the first time she'd laid hands on him, she hadn't held back, but had given him every ounce of her want and affection, if only for the time they were together. And she drew that same from him. Driving him to the edge of control. Holding him at the peak to enjoy the exquisite torture. Spurring him over the edge so hard he damn near blacked out. Bringing him back with her with soft words and tender kisses. She was softer than a man like him had a right to hold, but damn if he wouldn't try.
He reached down and gently pulled her up to lay along the length of his body, wrapping her up in his arms with her head tucked under his jaw. Draping a long leg over hers, Jayne let out a contented sigh, letting the tips of his fingers trace along her spine.
It was a wonder he'd been able to keep his hands to himself over the past few months, but he'd managed it. This wasn't like any other situation he'd ever been in, not some quick rendezvous he could just jump in and out of. Rather than his usual take-it-or-leave-it attitude toward personal relationships, this one mattered to him. He'd given up fooling himself that it didn't, that he could walk away if he wanted, or if she didn't want him, and it wouldn't affect him one bitty whit. Come hell or high water, he decided, he wasn't letting go of her again if he could help it. He'd fight whoever, whatever he had to for the right to be with her, for as long as and in whatever capacity she'd have him.
"Mmmmm," Inara purred against his chest, drawing whorls across his skin. "I thought for a while perhaps the sea beastie had lost his fierce appetite for mermaids."
Jayne scoffed. "That'll be the day, darlin'." He gave her a squeeze, burying his face in her hair. "Ain't never gonna happen." She smelled like flowers, not the sticky-sweet kind, but rich and mysterious, like something exotic growing wild on a cliff above the waters. Few would dare the climb just to taste the heady scent.
Drawing his palm slow and sure up the length of her, he cupped the back of her head, tilting her lips to his. She'd had the edge taken off his appetite, but she was still hungry. Inara moaned softly into his mouth as he let his tongue stroke, and tease, and explore. His other hand caressed downward, molding to the firm, sweet curve of her buttocks, holding her close against his body. He couldn't control the automatic flexing of his hips, pressing his diao against the silk of her lower belly. The crispness of her nether curls brushing against his sensitive flesh brought a quickening to his groin, and her gasp of pleasure shot the sensation through the rest of him.
"C'mere, woman," he growled, quickly rolling her to her back, arms still wrapped around her, but bracing most of his weight on his forearms. Parting her thighs with one of his own, he dipped his head to the underside of her jaw, tracing the sweet flesh with his tongue and lips. "Gorramit, Mermaid, ya taste so good."
Her throaty laugh echoed through his head with her next words. "Then perhaps you should help yourself to a hearty portion."
"Think I will," he answered, arching her up to him to capture a dusky erect nipple gently between his teeth. Smiling wickedly around the captured bud, he flicked his tongue across the tip before taking as much of her breast into his hot mouth. Inara moaned as he sucked and kissed her satiny skin, her pleasure echoing against the cliffs.
Running his hands along her sides, he grasped her hips. She flexed up to his mouth as he rained slow, wet kisses across her torso, down to her navel and lower belly. The fresh taste of the rushing water clung to her skin and his tongue, and he lapped at her delicate flesh like a man dying of thirst.
Inara combed her fingers through his short dark hair, kneading his scalp as she raised her body up to meet his kisses. Her soft gasps and moans urged John Henry back to attention, but Jayne focused his attentions on his woman's pleasure. She'd been so patient, so honestly contrite that she'd scared the bejeezus outta him, repentently bringing him to hard climax with her hands and mouth and heavenly sinful eyes. Easing between her thighs, Jayne planned to thoroughly return the favor.
Framing her ni yin with large sure hands, he spread her outer folds with his thumbs and breathed lightly across the aroused flesh of her woman's core, thrilling at the way she caught her breath. Unwilling to prolong her wait or his own, he slid his tongue slowly up the hot, wet center of her, unable to restrain his own lustful groan as memory and reality of her sweet taste entwined to slam into his senses. The scent of crisp forest and cool water melded with the enticing woman-taste that was all Inara.
For long months, Jayne had laid in his bunk, alone with her memory. Her scent. Her flavor. The texture of her sex against his hungry lips. Long, lonely nights and weeks he'd damn near gone crazy, aching to hear his name falling from her lips one more time, full of a wanting so strong it damn near broke him.
He poured all his waiting and desire into pleasuring her, alternating between light, teasing flickers across her aroused bud, to long, languorous, loving strokes between her hot, wet folds. Thrusting his firm tongue deep into her, he mimicked what he yearned to do to her with his diao, letting the imagining flood his mind as her nectar flooded his senses.
It was as good as he'd remembered, better, the feeling of this beautiful woman, his woman coming unraveled. For him. Because of him. He used his mouth, his hands, his long aching fingers to draw her fall, stroking deep and slow inside her until she came. She shared her release with him without reservation, arching up into his mouth hard and strong, her voice reverberating against the stones as she cried out his name. He licked and suckled every fallen ounce of her dew, savoring the precious offering with relish.
Kissing the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, he let her catch her breath a moment, before drawing her carefully to him in the water. Jayne wrapped her up in his arm, capturing her mouth with a fierce, lush kiss she returned with abandon. Inara pressed against his naked flesh with her firm, tempting body, and Jayne could wait no longer.
Getting a firm footing on the rock shelf below the water, he leaned her up against the low-slung rock, a warm arm protecting her bare skin from the cool, hard stone. His other arm slipped under her firm round bottom as she wrapped her long, silky legs around his waist. Jayne touched his forehead gently to hers, holding her shining gaze as he slid slowly into her.
"Renci de Fouzu. Dear merciful Buddha… how I've wanted this, Jayne," she whispered as he filled her. "Wanted you. Needed you. Ached for you."
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To be continued….