Inhibition12
John weakly laughed. Resting. He sighed happily as Moira slid off him. Rolled onto her back. She sighed. John heard the tone. Turned his head to look at her. "What?" he asked gruffly. Gaze roving but she closed the shirt over her.
"That was okay, I guess."
"WHAT?" He turned to her, expecting a smirk of humor, but she appeared serious. "What?" he repeated in a quieter voice. "Moy? You fuck my brains out, my balls off, my cock into such ecstasy I thought I was going to die and it was just okay for you?"
She met his gaze. But a smile was forming. She snorted, giggling.
He laughed, as relief swept through him. But he scowled. "That was not funny, Moira! That's it!"
"John?" she asked, enjoying his mock anger.
"You've just earned yourself a spanking, baby. That pert little ass is going to be blue! And then I am going to give you such a climax, baby, that you will be heard all over Atlantis!"
She laughed. "Really, colonel? Like you could get it up right now?" She glanced down at his cock. Quietly resting in the nest of dark hair. At ease.
He did the same. Shrugged. "Well...maybe not now...I guess." He sighed.
Moira laughed again. Kissed him. "Sorry, colonel."
He stretched, sprawling. "Ah fuck that was amazing! Amazing, Moira! So fucking sweet! Give me ten, no. Twenty. To re-cooperate."
"What, twenty hours?" she teased.
"Hilarious, baby! I love this bed! I would marry you for this bed. Oh wait. I did."
"Hilarious, sweetie!" She sat. Wiped her brow. "God I need a shower!"
He laughed. "You're telling me? Fuck that was hot!" He closed his eyes. "Ah baby...give me at least ten. You've drained me. And I intend to return the favor."
She smiled. Kissed him. "Okay, sweetie. Get your ten. Only because you are such a fantastic fuck." He laughed happily. She laughed, scrambled off the bed. Moved round to his side of it. "Oh colonel? Here. Your trophy."
"Ah." He kept his eyes closed as she placed her soiled panties into his open hand. His fingers closed over them. "Ah, perfect. Nice and wet, baby. Gushing and sweet."
"Pervert!" He laughed. She kissed him again. Moved to the bathroom.
John heard the water running. Was tempted to join her but was too comfortable, too relaxed. Already slipping into a sated doze. He stretched, sprawling happily in the big bed. Impressed with the sex. With what Moira had done, how far she had gone. Wondered if it was the pulse wave affecting her. Didn't care as the pleasure had been breathtaking. He let the sounds of the shower lull him to sleep.
Moira emerged at last. Feeling clean, comfortable. Still startled by her boldness, her lust for her husband. Pleased at his ecstatic pleasure. She combed her hair. Debated what to wear. She entered their room. John was asleep on his stomach. Arms and legs spread wide. She laughed quietly. Crossed to his room. Pulled on an old t-shirt of his, finding it roomy, comfortable. Sexy as it just covered her thighs, her rear. She moved back to their bed. Sat near. Smacked his rear. "Colonel!"
John grunted, jolted awake. He turned his head to look at her. Recognized the blue t-shirt. "Hey. That's mine."
"As is everything underneath it," she teased, causing him to smile. "Get that fine, fine ass in gear, colonel. Or do you plan to spend all day in bed?"
"Depends. Will you join me?"
"No. Will you move, John? I've got to get properly dressed but first I need to make the bed. Again!"
He sighed. "Do I have to move?" he whined, pouting.
"Yes!" She touched his bare back, pulling down the covers. Ran her fingers along him. "Wow. I really scratched you." She frowned at the long marks.
"Yeah. Kitty cat. Howled like one too when I ouch!" he complained as she smacked his rear.
"Shut up and move!"
He laughed as she stood. He rolled, sprang to his feet. Kissed her and sauntered to the bathroom. "As ordered, baby."
"Damn that is one fine, fine ass, colonel!" she called. Laughed as he snorted his amusement. She made the bed, straightening the sheets, the blankets. The pillows. Eyed the manacles still dangling from the headboard as she heard the water running. Then heard his hearty laughter. "What the..." She moved to the bathroom. "John? You're not too giddy, are you, sweetie?"
"No!" He laughed. "Come look at this, Moy! My little tigress has sharp teeth as well as sharp claws. No wonder I couldn't control it."
"What?" She moved to the shower. Eyed his body through the curtain. He was a lean, long form drenched in suds and water. She swallowed.
He opened the curtain to smile at her. "Come here. I won't bite. At least not like you."
"What?" She peered in as he turned. "What...oh." She blushed. "Oh shit!"
He laughed, pointing. Faint bite marks ran all along his cock. "Wow, baby. I mean...wow. That one might leave a mark." He pointed at the deeper bite mark near the head. A redder indentation on his flesh. He smirked at her shocked expression. Her flustered reaction amusing. Arousing. "It's all right, Moy. In fact it turns me on like you wouldn't believe!"
"I'm sorry, John! Oh my God, I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, meeting his gaze. Brown eyes wide with shock, mortified at what she had done.
"It's all right, baby," he assured. "At least you didn't mistake my cock for a popsicle. This time." He laughed heartily.
"John! It's not funny!" She closed the curtain. Moved to the bathroom counter top to lean on it. "Damn it! This has to stop!"
"No. It doesn't. I love it, Moy! It gives me so much pleasure. You can't imagine how fucking wonderful it is. And then to take you after that...it's intense, right? We almost come at the same fucking time, Moy. Shit, I almost came in that lush mouth of yours. Did you like that?"
"No...not really," she admitted, blushing furiously.
"Huh?" He opened the curtain to look at her. "Not really? You should have said something, sweetheart."
She frowned. "I couldn't. My mouth was full at the time." He laughed. "Too full." He laughed again. "Seriously, John, I could have choked on that thing!" She pointed.
He laughed heartily, tears in his eyes. He closed the curtain. "Stop it, Moy, you're killing me!"
"It's not funny, John!"
He sobered with an effort. "Sorry, Moy. I'll try to be more careful next time."
"You...um...you seemed to really enjoy it."
"Yeah...that's the understatement of the year," he agreed. Rinsing off the suds now. "But if you are uncomfortable we can do it differently. Don't you worry, baby. There are lots of ways we can get off like that. Ways to make your toes curl. Ways to make my toes curl. Moira!" he exclaimed. "I think I had a toegasm too!"
She laughed. "Hilarious, John!"
He relaxed, waited. But she was silent. "Moy? Are you okay?"
"Yes, John. Just thinking."
"Oh oh," he muttered.
Moira watched him run the loofah over his body again. Turning this way and that. Muscles flexing. Suds sparkling in his dark hair. Water running along his body. He rinsed. Tilted back his head to rinse his hair. She walked over and pulled open the curtain to ogle him. "John, why do you like it?"
He looked over at her, turning the water off quickly. "Towel." She grabbed one, gave it to him. Watched him rub it on his hair, over his face. Along his body. She backed up as he stepped out of the shower. Using the towel to dry the rest of his body.
Moira backed up into the counter. Hoisted herself up onto it, swinging her feet off the floor. Watched him wrap the towel around his waist. Secure it. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Why?" she repeated. "Why do you like it?"
He shrugged. Moved to her. Touched her thighs and parted them to step between them. "I don't know." He kissed her. "You are in the way."
"Tough. Why? Why do you like being hurt?"she asked. Voice serious, full of concern.
"Not hurt. Just...um...stimulated," he decided on the right word, meeting her gaze. "You want to stimulate me now, baby?"
"No. Why?" she persisted. Touched his bare chest.
"I told you. I don't know. Stop trying to psychoanalyze me and just enjoy our exuberance. I sure do."
"You would," she retorted. "I don't want to hurt you, John. Or your ordnance. I mean, your back is lined with scratches and now your, your ordnance has a–"
"You won't hurt me, Moira," he interrupted her tearful tone. "I trust you. Completely. Those marks will heal in a day or two. They always do. Now scoot. I need to fix my hair."
"Can anyone tell the difference?" she quipped, earning a scowl. "Seriously, John...I...I don't know why I..."
"Sex, baby. Intense arousal," he explained, voice low.
"No. I mean yes, but no. It must be the, the pulse wave. The hormonal levels which are already elevated in my case because of the pregnancy and–"
"What, increases horniness? Whatever, baby."
"But, but the, the increased, um, aggression. In the other men it manifested in physical, violent aggression but in us it–"
"Becomes sexual because we are together," he finished for her. "Intensely sexual...maybe a tad more aggressive than usual, but we would never hurt each other, Moira. Never. I don't know about you but I like it intensely sexual. Exuberant. Passionate. You. Me. Don't you worry, baby. Everything's fine," he assured.
"Fine? We've been having sex every few hours, John! Repeatedly! We can't–"
He kissed her. A long, searing kiss. Tongue darting, inserting to tease, to tickle. His hand slid round to grab her rear. To squeeze until her mouth broke from his in a squeal.
"John!"
He laughed. "Pert little ass, baby. All mine." He pulled her to the edge of the counter. She gasped, grabbing onto his arms. He kissed her again, yanking the shirt out of the way. Freeing her to yank off his towel. "Hold on tight, baby! I'm about to rock your world."
"John? John, you...John? Oh John!" she enthused as he kept kissing her. Nibbled her throat. Nibbled her earlobe, gently pulling. All the while his hands freeing her rear to roam under the shirt. Sliding round to the front to grasp the neckline. To abruptly rip it in half, exposing her body to him. She gasped as the material tore. "John!"
He licked behind her ear to make her squeal, whimper. Shift on the counter, legs bumping his thighs. His kisses sloppily sliding down to her breasts as he cupped them, lifted them to his eager mouth. Moira arched, moaning as he sucked, sucked, nibbled to make her fingers tighten on his arms. He freed them, slid his hands under her to grab her rear. Thrust into her suddenly, rock hard and eager.
"John! Oh John! John! John!" she cried, his name escaping her lips in time to his powerful thrusts. Harder. Deeper. She leaned back as he lifted her, thrusting faster now. Rocking her wildy, yet carefully. Enjoying the feel of her as she clenched on him. Tight and hot. Gushing as he penetrated, penetrated. Bringing her faster, faster. The pleasure circling, circling. "John! John!" she cried in a stuttering whimper, the climax ramming into her, onto her. Pleasure pulsing in her, around him as he kept going. Her legs flew up, around him. Squeezing around him now as her grip tightened on his arms.
She blinked past tears as he slowed, slowed. Then abruptly angled, sliding faster now. Moira cried out as another orgasm shook her. As John shuddered, coming quickly. A few more thrusts and he freed her rear. Ran his hands up her bare back. Kissing her repeatedly as he eased himself out of her. As her legs freed him to dangle on either side of him. She tried to catch her breath. Gentling her grip on his arms. "John..." she whispered. Brown eyes wide.
He smiled. Ran his mouth up her throat to her ear. "Oh Moira. My Moira. That's how you fuck a paleozoologist."
