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~ Ariadne fought back a giggle.
"You'll prove it?" she challenged him as his fingers tickled down her belly and rested on her heated womanhood.
Eames gave her an amused little smirk.
"I think I know how to convince a woman to love me. Even if she doesn't want to." he whispered as she felt his fingers rub over her wet opening.
She tried to remember to breath as his thick fingers rubbed and penetrated her. Her legs start to instinctively part at the feel of his touch.
"Open your legs." he ordered and she obeyed without question.
Eames seemed delighted by this submission, and his lips rewarded her with kisses to her belly as those devilish hands of his molested her. His lips moving downward to places she wasn't used to being kissed.
"Eames?" she croaked as his thumb ran over that strange part of her body that always made her jump. "What are you doing?"
She had an odd feeling that Eames was about to do something scandalous to her. Something she had never dreamed of. She was afraid of what he was about to do, yet she didn't want him to stop.
His lips were kissing her belly, but he kept moving downward. Down, down, down till she felt his breath between her legs.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she gasped as he spread her legs further and his fingers parted her folds. Her hot desire exposed to him in a way she had never thought possible.
"You'll like it, I promise." he growled.
"Like what?" Ariadne almost cried as she tried to sit up and his hands pushed her back down.
"Just relax." he whispered before his mouth started to feed on her.
She couldn't breath. Her body seized up and her legs clamped shut on his head.
Eames' strong hands opened her legs again and she let out a choked cry of fear and animal like satisfaction.
Her hips bucked up and Eames seemed to meet her movements like a ship at sea. His eyes looking at her as his breath, his tongue and mouth made love to her in ways she couldn't describe.
"Eames!" she manged to cry out as his tongue licked her sensitive, swollen desire and she was left squealing from the pleasure.
"Eames, Eames... Eames! Stop!" she cried as she felt a kind of sensory overload.
The devil in Eames refused to let go of his prize. He was like a tiger and she was the gazelle he had lawfully captured an was devouring. No matter the gazelles pleas for mercy, the tiger would never relinquish it's feast.
She couldn't breath, she couldn't think. All she could do was let out loud groans of helpless pleasure and pull on the bed sheets to keep her from clawing at him or herself.
"Eames..." she panted as a forceful and violent orgasm left her broken and unable to escape her capture. "Eames, no more... please... I can't..." she manged to get out as another climax made her legs clamp hard over his head and his tongue wouldn't stop it's tormenting.
Eames suddenly released her.
Her poor body was happily satiated and over stimulated as he mounted her.
She kept her legs closed instinctively as soon as her lover let her go. But his hands were back on her once more; spreading her legs for him.
Despite his injury, trauma of war and his near starvation, Eames was still nimble when he needed to be.
"Eames, I can't." she managed to say as she sensed he was removing his clothing and knew what he was about to do now.
She had never felt like this. Her body was like someone had set it on fire. Her womanhood felt ready to ignite from her own lust. She could never be satisfied now. Not with Eames, not with Arthur or Fredric. Not even with all three at once.
She blushed hot at the idea of all three men in bed with her at once. All of them looking at her as she was naked and forced to submit to their desires.
Her body burned hot again at the idea of such thoughts, and she felt any shame of three men in her bed burn away with it.
"Eames." she whispered as she knew he was about to take her.
He legs were lazily spread wide for him and her desire was open and dripping wet with her unresolved lust.
"I can't take you." she managed to say.
It was true. Her desire was too sensitive, too hot. If he entered her, she might die of the over stimulation.
Eames only smiled as he leaned down and kissed her.
"You can." he whispered.
"I can't." she cried as her fingers wandered down to her wetness and she was stroking herself. Her inner fire unable to be extinguished.
"You can... I promise you can." he whispered.
She shook her head and before she could think of how to speak again, he had taken her.
His member sliding in so effortlessly, she barely noticed. Her inner walls and passage, so wet and ready, his claim felt like perfection in her body.
"Breath." he ordered and she slowly let out a long breath as he rocked himself in and out of her body. His member filling and making her sex jump involuntarily.
"Tell me you love me." he ordered.
She realized he was making her whole body move with each thrust he delivered into her.
"Tell me you love me." he demanded again. "Say it."
"I..." she panted as she felt her body jerk more violently as his tempo increased.
"Say it!" he shouted at her.
"I love you." she whispered.
"Louder!" he demanded.
"I love you." she said more assuredly.
She was rewarded by his hips bucking harder into her. His thrusting becoming more intense. This meant nothing to her now. Her body loved this. Her wetness was hot and she took all of him. Whatever trauma he tried to inflict, became harmonious in her body.
"God, Ariadne." Eames growled as he worked himself quicker.
She felt herself come again and again till her toes curled and she thought he might kill her this way.
"I'm not leaving you." he panted as he started to grunt and his body seized up. His face contorting with his own release. "I wont!" he snarled as she felt his release happen.
He was panting hard as he collapsed, sweating and beaten on top on her.
She knew what he had done. They had spent all this time playing it safe, only to throw caution fully to the winds tonight.
Sorry no updates in a while. Been really tired. BOO!