Mulder has not moved, but my eyes have become accustomed to the darkness and I can see his reactions, though subtle, quite clearly. His eyes take in my whole body at once. His lips are slightly parted, his chest starts to rise and fall with an increased cadence. He slightly shifts in his seat. His hands tighten their grip on the chair's armrests.
"Fuck, you're beautiful."
I bite my lower lip, which entices another growl from Mulder. This spurs me on, and I take a few hesitant steps towards him. He inhales sharply, and his body freezes. I am standing inches from him now. Mulder's pupils are dilated. His hands have turned white from their tight grip on the armrests. I slowly climb into the chair as well, placing one knee after the other next to his. Our bodies are not touching, except for our knees. Mulder has stopped breathing. It feels like the world is about to shatter around us, like lightening is about to come down on us and electrify everything around us.
I dip my head, lower and lower, until my lips are right next to Mulder's ear, who is still holding his breath. I need to put him out of his misery before he bursts.
"Tell me what you want, Mulder."
"You. I want You, Scully" he replies in a husky voice.
"And what do you want to do with me?"
I hear Mulder groan. Our bodies are still not touching. I can see the effort it takes him to constrain himself written all over his face.
"I want to feel you. I want to touch you. I want to touch you so badly." He pleas.
I slowly lower myself until I am sitting in his lap.
Mulder inhales sharply, and I can feel his erection pressing against my most sensitive spot. He is throbbing.
I make small circular movements with my hip, and Mulder's eyes immediately fall shut. He leans his head back against the armchair, his mouth falling slightly open again.
"Touch me."
Mulder slowly lifts his hands and places them on my waist. My waist is so small in his hands, his fingers almost touching on my lower back. His hands are warm and sweaty, and my body melts like butter in them. I reward him by drawing another circle.
Mulder slowly starts so draw his hands along my body, until they reach the clasp of my bra.
"What else do you want?"
"I want to see you."
Instead of replying I reach around myself, open the clasp, slip through one strap, and let the bra glide down my arm. Mulder's hands are still frozen to my body, the time it takes him to recover from my offering bringing a smile to my face. He seems to like what he sees. To like it very much. I can see it in his face, can feel it where we are connected.
Mulder slowly expands his thumbs bringing them forward until they touch the outside of my breasts. His deliberateness is killing me.
He gently starts to stroke the outside of my breasts, and I feel like I am going to explode if he does not touch me properly soon.
"Mulder, touch me!"
He brings both his hands to my front and cups my breasts. Who would have thought that they would fit so perfectly into his hands? Who wouldn't?
All of a sudden his lips are on my nipples and I can hear myself moan. My body has gone on full alert, and I am over-sensitive. Mulder's lips on my breasts, his tongue and teeth alternately playing with my hardened nipples are too much.
I grab his head, push him back, and kiss him hungrily. Fuck, Mulder is a good kisser. Of course I expected Mulder to have certain standards, but I never, ever, expected him to be sooooo hot. He has brought one hand up against the side of my neck, and is holding my chin up with his thumb so that we are forming a perfect angle. His fingers gently massage the back of my neck. I moan into his mouth once more, and he slowly starts to lower his hand, moving it across my breast, over my sternum, down to my belly, until he ends up where he started, with his hands on my waist.
I am desperate now. Desperate to feel more. Desperate to have Mulder inside of me.
"Fuck me, Mulder."
All of a sudden everything is sped up. Mulder has placed me on the bed, has taken off his clothes, has removed my panties, and is hovering above me.
"Are you sure?"
I pull Mulder down and kiss him hungrily. But Mulder is still holding back. It seems like he needs my expressed permission, so I give it to him.
"I have never been surer in my life"
Mulder lowers his head, and I realize what his intentions are. Being somewhat shy when it comes to cunnilingus, this is not what I had in mind when I told him to fuck me. I wrap my hands around his head to pull him back up, but his first lick across my clit makes me forget all about my intentions.
"Jesus!"
Mulder purrs his approval of my response. He brings one hand up to my breast and starts massaging it. When I look down all I can see is his large hand on my breast, my nipples standing straight up, and his head hovering above my most sensitive area. His licks are swift and practised, which almost makes me jealous, if it didn't feel so damn good. I am not going to last long, the sight of Mulder going down on me almost pushing me over the edge, let alone the feel of his mouth working my clit.
"Mulder" I plea. What I am pleading for not even clear to me. More? No, I have to stop him. I want to feel him inside me.
"I need you... inside me..."
Mulder lifts his head and comes up for a hungry kiss.
"I won't be able to last long. God, Scully, you are so fucking hot"
"Good, because neither am I"
Mulder swiftly enters me. I scream out, partially out of pain, but mostly out of pleasure.
Oh yeah, this feels good. If I had thought Mulder was a pro at kissing, he is off the scale at fucking. I would be jealous if I were able to give a fuck. But I can't. Mulder has rendered me completely incapable of any coherent thoughts.
"Oh yeah"
"Fuck"
"Mulder"
"Feels so good"
"Jesus, Scully"
"You're gonna make me come"
I can't tell who is saying what anymore. I am close. So close. I run my tongue over my lips.
"Jesus, Scully, don't do that!"
Mulder immediately halts.
"You really do like that."
"I told you so!"
I bite down hard on my lower lip, intensely watching Mulder. That he is so close almost pushes me over the brink itself. I am using my last remnant of willpower, but feel that slipping away too.
"Move, Mulder!"
Mulder drives into me wildly. He pushes us both up against the headrest, and I have to grab the sheet to not be slammed against it. I duck under him, and bring my legs around his ass. Mulder's gorgeous ass.
"Fuck, Scully!"
With that I feel my orgasm rushing through me. I close my eyes and bite my lip hard to keep me from shouting out Mulder's name. But I am not successful.
"Mulderrrrr"
My clenching pulls Mulder with me, and I can feel his semen shooting into me.
Mulder collapses on top of me. He lightly kisses me before he rolls over.
After a while our breaths relax, and exhaustion overtakes.
"You caught my near-slip-of-tongue when we were playing blackjack, didn't you?" Mulder inquires.
"I did. And I love you too"