Please.
One word shot down all his defenses. He grasped her hand and leaned down to kiss her. Still, at the back of his mind, reason battled desire. "Eames..." he whispered, giving her one last chance to back out.
She placed her fingers against his lips. "Shhh." She touched his temple lightly--"Don't think,"--then laid her palm against his chest--"Just feel."
Her fingernails scraped down his t-shirt and she tugged to pull it from his pants. She slid her hands under his shirt, scraping her nails over bare skin, and his knees wobbled. He fell back against the wall, overwhelmed by the sensations her fingers sent screaming through his body. Struggling through the fog of desire that muffled his mind, he reached for her, opening his eyes to fumble with the buttons on her shirt. One by one, they slipped free and her shirt fell open. He pushed it off her shoulders and it fluttered to the ground, forgotten. With one fingertip, he caressed the soft skin above her bra. His pants grew even tighter when she moaned and he leaned in to kiss her again.
As his tongue probed her mouth, his knees stabilized. Her fingers stroked his back and his body ached for her. She brought her hands along his waist in a tender, teasing caress, just above his belt. They came together at his buckle as he removed her bra with hands that trembled. Desire finally beat out reason, and he couldn't get her clothes off fast enough.
Clothes gone, impatient and desperate, he lowered her to the floor, kissing and caressing. Her hands were everywhere, urging him on and fanning a fire that threatened to consume him.
His head was spinning as he pushed into her, gasping at the tight fit. Withdraw, thrust...withdraw, thrust...each time going a little deeper. Twice he had to stop to avoid finishing too soon. With each thrust, she raised her hips to meet him, her soft groans spurring him on.
She continued to meet him thrust for thrust, urging him on. Her hands caressed his sides, his back, his hips, sending his senses into overload. He moved faster, and so did she. Her climax sent him spiraling into his own and the world imploded on him.
When he came back, he was lying on the floor beside her, holding her against him, face buried in her hair. She was stroking his side, placing random kisses on his face, his chin, his chest. He studied her from under half-closed lids. Placing a tender kiss on his lips, she whispered, "Let's go to bed."
He followed her to the bedroom and slid under the covers beside her. "This is what you want?" he whispered against her skin.
She nodded, playing with the hair on his chest. "What about you?" she asked.
He sensed reluctance in her tone, as though she were afraid of his answer. A smile drifted onto his face. "I want you," he replied, seeking her mouth for a deep kiss.
She pressed against him, thrusting, inviting, and he accepted the invitation again. Afterwards, he watched her sleeping face, content. He drifted off soon after and, for the first time in a long time, he slept peacefully.
finis.