So, ladies- M. As M as it gets, in fact :D. If you don´t like that- better back out.
Homeward Bound
Chapter 11
He turned, and Lisbon could only stifle a gasp.
His skin glowed in the pale moonlight, his face was so beautiful it hurt. She had resisted him until now? How the hell had she managed that?
"Hey," he whispered.
"Hey," she answered quietly, showing a calm she did not feel.
He smiled almost coyly.
"See anything you like?"
Lisbon´s smile lit her face like a beacon.
Jane felt his heart swell in his chest, the feelings so strong his throat constricted. My goodness, he loved her. He loved her with every cell of his being.
Lisbon came to him with slow, careful steps, then lowered herself so that she was straddling his thighs.
She looked at him with huge, watchful eyes.
"Yes," she purred,"I see something I like very much."
She put her hand on his face, touching him gently, memorizing every inch of his skin. He felt so soft. She sighed.
He was wrapped tightly in a plushy blanket, but his shoulders were bare.
"You are not wearing a shirt?" she asked incredulously.
His smile came on full force.
"Actually, I´m not wearing anything," he beamed, "just this blanket."
"Oh," she breathed, blushing slightly, "Why?"
He felt lightheaded with love. The flushed cheeks made her all the sweeter, he wanted to eat her up.
"I´m pretty sensitive today.", he said, "All my clothes felt too rough on my skin."
"You´re sensitive, hmm?", she teased, biting her lower lip, "What about my hands?"
She pushed her hands beneath the blanket, gently stroking the warm skin of his taut abdomen.
"Not rough.", he groaned," So soft. Wonderful…"
He threw his head back and Lisbon went straight for his throat. She pressed her lips to his neck and felt him shudder beneath her.
He moaned and thrust his hips up, pushing his rock hard length against her soft female flesh…she almost whimpered against his skin.
Jane's hands slid under her skirt, stroking her hip bones…he froze. She didn´t wear any panties!
"Um", he whispered, "you didn´t come here to talk, did you?"
She chuckled.
"Then don´t talk", she murmured.
"No dirty talking?", he pouted, but she could see the grin in his eyes.
"I allow some talk when you´re a good boy," she kissed his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there.
"My chances are slim then," he sighed, "I´m not known to be a good boy."
"Don´t worry,"she murmured against his lips, "I´ll tame you."
"In general?", he quipped with mock horror.
"In bed.", she answered and pressed her lips to his.
His mouth was soft and warm and so alluring she immediately pushed her tongue inside. He grabbed her hips and pushed her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a tight cocoon, kissing her with all that was in him, tongues dueling, igniting every nerve in her body, until she felt tears in her eyes. Her hands roamed his neck, his shoulders, his bare chest, and he moaned into her mouth. When they broke free at last both were panting with arousal.
"I can´t be tamed, my love," he rasped against her ear.
"I hope so." She whispered and claimed his mouth again.
No, she didn´t want him tame- she wanted this. The passion, the hunger, the helpless lust. She felt him lose control, felt how he followed her lips when she tried to pull away, felt his fingers dig into her flesh. He scratched her back with his fingernails, just lightly, but enough to warn her: he didn´t want to play. Tonight was just about consuming what was finally his.
Lisbon moaned and bucked under his hands. He smiled seductively.
"How rough, Lisbon?", he growled.
"Hard.", she answered, barely able to talk through her arousal, through the want that threatened to eat her up.
"Okay," he whispered, "then let me get you into a better position so that I can show you who's in command here."
Lisbon shuddered. Hell, he knew how to do this. Every word he said made the itching stronger, more painful, inescapable.
He managed to get up without losing his hold on her- he was much stronger than he looked in his three-piece suits, she felt the hard muscles tense in his arms and shoulders when he lifted her.
He carried her to his bedroom, teasing her with his lips, kissing, nipping, biting the soft skin at her throat. She felt the slight scratch of his teeth and melted into him. She would never be able to let him go again.
Jane all but hurled her on the bed and gave her the opportunity to look at him.
He was breathtaking. Surprisingly broad-shouldered, his whole body strong and respectably muscled, slim hips and his erection- her mouth watered. He was huge, she wouldn´t be able to span him with her hand. Just her luck that she´d never been into soft sex…that would hardly be possible with Patrick Jane.
He wasn´t nice with her clothes, pulled the skirt from her body in a rough, restless gesture, then quickly lost his patience with her shirt and simply ripped it apart. She gasped and tried to touch his impressive length, but he evaded her hands.
"No way, kitten," he growled, "my game now- you can play later."
He spread her legs as far as they could go, making her moan in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain, and brought his lips to her core. Lisbon screamed in arousal. One perfect stroke of his tongue and she came like blazes, her whole body convulsing in the throes of orgasm. But he wouldn´t relent. She tasted like heaven, and he just couldn´t stop, drinking her up, tasting her sweetness again and again, pushing his tongue inside her, gripping her thighs until his knuckles were white. She pushed both hands into his luscious hair, her climax went on and on, fueled by his merciless, teasing lips, and still he wouldn´t release her.
When his erection became too painful to bear, he reluctantly pulled back and pushed himself up, placing both arms on the sides of her head, surrounding her, caging her. He licked his lips, still hungry, still greedy for her.
He kissed her open lips, swallowed her panting breath, brushing the wet softness between her legs with his rock-hard manhood. Lisbon whimpered, helpless, needy, scared. Jane straightened and smiled- he had no mercy for his beautiful little minx today. He pushed her legs over his arms, opening her to completion.
"Brace yourself,"he hissed, towering above her, his voice hoarse with desire,"I won´t be gentle and careful."
Then he slammed into her with a thrust so deep and forceful she could almost feel him in her throat. She bucked beneath him and yelled on top of her lungs, stretched almost painfully, seething in a pleasure so acute it felt unbearable.
Jane mustered every ounce of self-control he had in him, using every biofeedback-trick he´d ever learned to keep himself from going over the edge then and there. Goodness, she was tight. So tight he could feel the clutch of her hot sheath everywhere in his body, it licked at his skin like a flame, and he groaned with the effort to pull himself together, closing his eyes to master the sensations.
But he managed. His mind won over his helplessly aroused body. He braced himself on his arms above her, panting into her face. She touched his waist with both hands, stroking, caressing, so tender and sweet, and he lost control- completely. He started thrusting as hard as he could, pushing deeper, deeper, spreading her even more for him, faster, faster, hunting for more pressure, more friction until he forgot everything, all thoughts gone from his mind, he was just feeling, feeling, consumed by pain, lust, pleasure beyond words.
His forceful, relentless thrusts pushed her into the mattress, and he wouldn't slow down, he plunged deeper, deeper, eyes closed, mouth open, a perfect O, and she wanted, needed to look at him, drown in his beauty, but her lids drifted shut, she was overcome by sensation, her body exploding beneath him.
Her walls convulsed around him, drawing a keening moan from his throat, the orgasm crashed over her like a giant wave, and she lost herself in the feeling, digging her fingernails into his straining shoulders. His sweat dripped onto her face, and she came more, and more, and still he thrust harder, faster, bending her legs so she could take him as deep as possible, and when her orgasm was over the next one started without giving her a chance to catch her breath.
Jane concentrated on his agony, refusing to give up. His body craved the release, fought to push him into oblivion, but he didn´t budge. He rammed himself inside her full force, felt her contractions around him, felt her come, and come, his face contorted with the sweetest pain he´d ever known. He´d wandered for years just to end here, in her embrace, melting into her, giving her everything he had, taking her without constraint, branding her as his. He pushed himself upright and lifted her hips, clutching her with both hands, and thrust even faster, harder, a growl erupting from the back of his throat, and suddenly he saw stars and felt her soft hands against his chest and he knew he was lost.
The climax almost ripped his guts out, he doubled over, tears springing to his eyes. She was still coming beneath him, her heart slamming against her ribcage, her tight walls milking him dry. He erupted inside her, his seed shooting into her in hot, consuming squirts, every muscle in his body tensed with the force of his release. It went on and on until he was completely, utterly spent, sobbing with exhaustion and relief, the pain gone. Deep, sweet satisfaction spread through his body. He felt her aftershocks around him, pleasurable little jolts of electricity, his hips moved lazily against hers, luring sated moans from her lips.
When she whispered his name, his tears started to fall.
Weeeeelllll, how did I do? Okay? Thank you for sticking with this story. What´s missing? Oh yeah- the big emotions and the fluff. I´m already on it :D.
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