****AUTHOR'S NOTE: As promised, here's the rest of chapter 5. Much like Ri and Sherlock, I'm spent! Again, I don't own and of the BBC's Sherlock characters. I just abuse them for my own (and your) pleasure. I'm off to take a cold shower now! Leave me a review!****
"Have you ever performed cunnilingus," Ri asked breathlessly, trying to calm herself enough to continue her instructions.
Sherlock shook his head, unable to speak. Ri looked at him. His breathing was heavy and his erection was straining to escape the towel that covered him.
"Hmmm," she said thinking aloud, trailing her finger down the line of hair below his belly button, stopping as she reached the top of the towel. "I guess that means you have a choice to make. I can either show you what I would like you to do with your mouth, or I could service you."
"I don't think I would last if you serviced me," he responded huskily. "Show me."
Ri smiled wickedly.
"No, I don't think so. I think the fact that you won't last could be a good thing. Giving you a release now means you'll last longer later."
She hooked her finger under the towel and pulled, releasing his erection.
"Put your legs over the side of the bed," she commanded him.
The only response he could get out as he obeyed her was a moan of anticipation.
Ri slid off the bed and positioned herself on her knees in front of him. She pressed his legs apart, moving in closer to him. Her hair tickled as she dragged her lips and fingernails up the inside of his thighs. Sherlock leaned back slightly, resting on his arms to allow her easier access to his throbbing member. His erection was bobbing in expectation of her touch. She ran the tip of her tongue up the seam of his scrotum, then the underside of his shaft. Then she took his head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the area where the glans and shaft came together. She gently sucked at the tip of his cock for a moment, then moved away. He was bigger than she expected. Long and thick. It's a good thing I don't have much of a gag reflex, she thought.
Sherlock's head was thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth open. She waited patiently for him to look at her, which he did.
"I'm going to take all of you into my mouth now. Once I get started, you can put your hands on my head to let me know how fast and deep you want me to go or I can hold still and allow you to control the intensity. I can see you're enjoying this, but I've found that for most men, watching my mouth work on you adds to the pleasure."
Sherlock couldn't speak, but kept his eyes on her as she wrapped her mouth around his organ. She lowered her head until his entire length was inside her mouth, his head brushing against the back of her throat. She was sucking hard and running her tongue up and down his shaft as she raised and lowered her mouth slowly on his erection. The heat and moisture of her mouth was exquisite. He placed his hands on the side of her head, holding her still as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth, harder and faster. His body stiffened and his breathing became quick and shallow as he neared his release. With an animal cry, the spasms of orgasm tore through Sherlock's body. His arms fell to his sides from Ri's head, but she didn't release him. She continued to gently tongue and suck his cock, massaging his testicles lightly until the spasms subsided.
Sherlock lay back on the bed, spent and oblivious. He didn't notice Ri move off his shaft, now soft and flaccid and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She sat on the bed, pulling his head into her lap. She softly stroked his curls until his breathing became less labored and he came back to reality.
The first thing he noticed as he came to was how amazing her hand felt as it wove its way through his hair. He opened his eyes to the sight of her perfect breasts dangling tantalizingly close to his face. He was still too spent to speak, but managed to murmur his appreciation to her.
Ri lay down, moving Sherlock's head to her stomach. He reached his arm around her, nuzzling the skin of her abdomen. They lay like this for a while, his breathing slowly returning to normal and he felt his energy renew.
"Mmm," she moaned. "That's nice."
"I believe you promised to show me how to please you," he said, twisting his head toward her breast and gently taking it in his mouth.
"Ohhh," was the only thing she could manage to get out.
He released her breast and resumed a seated position next to her, looking at her expectantly.
Ri looked at him, his confidence had returned. The orgasm had taken away the shy embarrassment. His eyes swept up and down her body hungrily.
"Well," she started, moving her hands along her throat. "I've all ready shown you how sensitive my throat gets."
She moved her fingers to her breasts squeezing them, tracing the outlines of pink skin, rolling the nipples between her finger and thumb until they were erect again.
Sherlock could feel the blood begin to rush back to his groin as he watched her touch herself. He couldn't help himself has he reached out to replace her hands with his. She slid her hands down her stomach, stopping at the area inside the pelvis.
"This area becomes extremely sensitive when I'm aroused," she explained.
Sherlock bent over her and began to lick and kiss the spot she indicated. Her hips bucked up to meet his kisses, undulating at the touch of his mouth. She forced herself to be still and he moved away.
She spread her legs, allowing Sherlock to see that the tuft of hair didn't reach past her pubis bone, the area around her lips and clit were smooth and bare. He could see how pink and moist she was all ready.
"Here," she said, indicating the area between her thighs. "Almost any touch is appreciated."
She reached a hand down and spread her outer lips apart, baring the mound at the top for him to observe. She lifted the first finger of her other hand to her mouth and wet it with her tongue. Then she let the finger slide along her clit, rubbing circles around it, moaning and writhing as she masturbated for him. She let herself get close to orgasm, but stopped, moving her hands away. She opened her legs wider to allow Sherlock access.
She took his hand, placing a finger in her mouth to wet it, then placing the finger on her most sensitive spot.
Ri moaned as Sherlock copied the motions she performed on herself, then she abruptly pulled his hand away.
"Do you think you can do that with your tongue? I want your tongue on me and your fingers inside me," she practically begged.
He moved between her legs and slid his hands under her buttocks, pulling her to him. Sherlock had seen enough pornography to have a general idea of what to do. He buried his face in her, alternating between lightly flicking her clitoris and entering her with his tongue. Her pelvis ground against his face as she desperately strove for the friction that would allow her to orgasm.
Sherlock moved his face away long enough to pull one of his hands out from under her. He gently rubbed her engorged mound with his thumb, enjoying the moans of pleasure coming from above him. He took one of his long fingers and pressed it into her, feeling how tight and wet she was. This elicited one of the loudest moans yet. He plunged another digit into her, pumping in and out with two fingers now, still rubbing her with his thumb.
"Oh God, Sherlock," she cried. "Oh God, oh God, oh God."
He could tell she was nearing climax, but he wasn't going to allow her to release yet. He removed his fingers and thumb and began to kiss back up her abdomen, lingering on her breasts. Her face was flushed and she was panting.
Ri could feel the hardness of his erection pressing into her leg. She grasped at his head and pulled him up to her. She wanted to taste herself on his lips and tongue.
"Please don't make me beg for you," she whispered. "I need you now. I need you inside of me."
Sherlock reached over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He knew exactly what he was looking for and in short order pulled out a pack of condoms. They had been a gag gift from John on his last birthday. I'll have to remember to thank him later, he thought. He removed the condom from its package and was preparing to put it on when Ri stopped him.
"Let me," she said, taking the condom from him.
She expertly rolled the condom down his erection with her mouth, gently sucking until he thought he would explode.
She moved her mouth off his cock so she could speak.
"How would you like to do this? I could be on top, or you could. Or you could be behind me."
Sherlock considered. He lay down and motioned for her to mount him, which she did with pleasure. She slid the hot, tight wetness of her sheath down the length of him, clenching her interior muscles as she lowered herself onto him. She stayed still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him filling her.
Ri began to slowly rock her hips, allowing the head of his cock to rub against her g-spot.
"Would you like to give me a hand, or would you prefer to watch me do it," she asked.
"I think I would like to watch you," he replied huskily.
Sherlock kept his eyes fixed on Ri as she began to massage her breasts, still grinding the tip of him against the bundle of nerves deep inside her. He could feel her tightening around him.
Ri dropped one of her hands between her thighs and began to massage the outer bundle of nerves, her muscles contracting more and more between the combination of her thumb on her clitoris and the head of his cock on her g-spot. She threw her head back, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm building in her.
"Oh God," she breathed again. "Oh God Sherlock, oh God."
The volume of her cries rose as the spasms spread from her groin, until it was just an indecipherable moan. She collapsed forward onto Sherlock's chest.
His lips found hers and he kissed her hard. He matched the pumping of his tongue in and out of her mouth with the pumping of his cock. He put his hands under her buttocks again and lifted them up and apart. He drove into her, hard and fast as the orgasm took her again. This time it was only a whimper of pleasure that escaped her lips.
As the spasms subsided again, she was able to look at Sherlock. His face and chest were covered in sweat. She licked the salty drops from his jaw.
He moved his arm around her waist, shifted his weight and rolled her over, so that he was on top of her. He kissed her again and roughly grabbed her breast. Her hands were in his hair again as she greedily pulled his mouth to hers. He slowed the intensity of his thrusts. He slid himself into her slowly, stopping as buried his length deep inside her, allowing her to savor every inch of him.
"Don't stop," she moaned softly into his ear.
She dug her nails into the skin of his back, trying to pull him farther into her.
Sherlock reached his arm under her right leg, bringing her knee to rest on his left shoulder, his hands digging deliciously into her hips. He began to thrust again, feeling the skin of his scrotum slap against her smaller, tighter entrance. His need to release was overtaking his desire to please her.
"Harder," she cried. "Harder."
He was no longer aware of anything except the tightness of her around him. He pounded his cock in and out, not caring if it hurt her. Her hips raised and bucked in rhythm with him. Her sheath contracting against him in orgasm again was what put him over the top. His whole body shuddered as the white-hot spasms of pleasure shot through him.
Sherlock vaguely felt Ri's hands moving up and down his back. He nuzzled his face into her cheek, softly kissing her ear. He lowered her leg and wrapped his arms around her waist, straining to stay inside her as the blood left his member. He rolled onto his back, pulling Ri with him, so that her head lay on his shoulder, her leg draped across his. Her hand lazily traced random patterns on his chest.
As they lay together, trying to catch their breath, Sherlock wondered at the emotions this woman made him feel. How he craved the touch of her against his skin. He kissed the top of her head, removed the condom and threw it in the bin next to his bed. Once again, he gently untangled himself from her and got out of bed, but this time it was only to turn out the light.