Oh. My. God. I don't know what happened. I went to write a sex scene and I ended up writing a SEX SCENE! Good lord!
Thank you Alex, Miranda, Becky and My Kate! You guys are the best!
Needless to say this chapter has nothing to do with the plot. You don't even have to read it to know what's happening in the story. It's just good old fashion SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!
ENJOY!
The ride over to Caroline's is unbearable as her hand travels up and down his thigh. He's doing his best to concentrate on the road but can't help his eyes rolling back into his head when her fingers lightly graze the bulge building underneath the thin material of his slacks. He appreciates the empty street when he swerves into the other lane after her hand stops teasing and grabs hold of him completely.
"Caroline," he growls.
"What?" she says innocently and begins to tug at his belt. "Just slow down a little and enjoy."
He takes her advice and slows the car, realizing that their evening in her apartment is going to begin sooner than her bedroom. His fists grab the steering wheel tightly when he feels her hand slide inside his pants and relinquish his erection from its captivity only to be grasped by her hand.
Caroline's eyes widen when she feels his length and gives him a sly smirk.
Oh. My. God. JACKPOT!
She's not a connoisseur of comic book heros, but she would like to think that Klaus would put any number of them to shame. She takes her time and scoots closer to him, kissing his neck and earlobe while she begins to slowly pump.
His knuckles grow white and he loosens his grip with one hand to adjust his glasses and wipe his brow. He grits his teeth as her thumb gently strokes his tip and her fingers masterfully continue to dance along his shaft. His hand slams back to the wheel and holds on for dear life as her grip tightens, then loosens, tightens then loosens, as her pumping becomes harder and faster. He steadies his breathing, praying to Thor for godlike strength and stamina.
"This is it," she whispers and points to her apartment building. "Park."
The tires come to a screeching halt as Klaus turns into the first spot he sees. He grumbles a little when her hand leaves him and regretfully covers himself back up. He jumps from the car and he calls upon the mighty speed of The Flash and races to the other side. He opens the door for her and Caroline steps out and pushes her body up against him, kissing him roughly and kicking the door shut behind her.
The way up to her apartment is a blur as they stumble and kiss up the stairs and down the hall. Her lips leave his regretfully to retrieve her keys and she fumbles with the lock to get the door open when he wraps his arms around her and starts to pepper kisses on the back of her neck. She leans back into him; his breath hot and his lips are soft as they skim across her skin. His fingers trace the hem of her dress, lightly caressing her thighs as she leans further back feeling his cock press firmly against her.
Her eyes glaze over and she darts her tongue out and drags the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. She turns around to face him and reaches for the door handle behind her with one hand and his tie with the other. In one single motion she pushes the door open and yanks him toward her and past the threshold of her apartment.
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Their shoes, his tie, her jacket, his shirt and slacks are scattered about the entryway leaving a trail toward the inevitable sounds of heavy breathing and moaning in the bedroom.
They are standing at the foot of the bed, him completely bare except for his boxers and black dress socks and her in nothing but her slinky blue dress. Her dress is hitched up over her hips and his hand is underneath her, grasping her ass and holding her leg in place as it wraps around his waist. His other hand pushes into her back, forcing her to be flush against his bare chest. Their lips separate with a pop when her mouth leaves his and she slowly lowers her leg to the floor.
He reaches out for her but she presses a hand to his chest, taking a step back from him so she scan his near naked form. His body is everything she thought it would be and more with a long torso, broad shoulders and a subtle six pack. Not too muscly but nowhere near too skinny; he's...perfect.
She notices the unique emblem tattooed across his heart, not to mention all the other ink scattered over his shoulder and down his sides, and she reminds herself to ask him about them later. Her eyes move down and she raises an eyebrow when she sees his erection playing peek-a-boo; his head peering out of the slit in the front of his boxers. She licks her lips and a tingle rushes to her nether regions remembering how big and hard he felt in her hands. Her eyes keep traveling and she admires how narrow his hips are and his long, thick legs but when she reaches his feet she snickers. "I like your socks," she teases and bites her thumb and smirks in a playful manner.
He looks down at his feet; his big toe playing peek-a-boo too, but not in the sexy kind of way but more like The Littlest Hobo kind of way. Obviously he's overdue for some new socks. He bends over to remove them, tosses them to the side and reaches up to remove his glasses. "I should probably take these off too," he realizes.
Caroline hurries forward to halt his movement and brings his hand back down to his side. She steps closer and peers up at him through batted lashes. "Now, how are you supposed to see what I have in store for you if you don't have your glasses on?"
Caroline pushes Klaus back until his legs hit the edge of the bed, forcing him to sit down. He peers up at her and swallows when he watches her bring one hand up to her shoulder and loop her finger through the strap of her dress. She slowly rolls it down her arm and past her elbow freeing her right side before mirroring the motion on her left. She drags her thumbs along the top of her dress and grabs the fabric to shimmy it down past her breasts, her flat stomach, and curvy hips until it drops to the floor and she scoots it away with her foot.
He's held her flesh in his hands, he's traced her skin with his tongue and teeth, but it still didn't prepare him for the sight before him now.
He can hardly tell where her lingerie ends and her skin starts, as the two appear as one. The matching set of sheer white panties and bra give off a slight sheen which is the only indicator that there is anything there at all. He can see her nipples through the fabric, erect and puckering against it, and the very thin string that is holding up the small triangle of see-through cloth below her waist. Both pieces are accented with small satin bows at the bottom of the straps on her bra and at the corners of the triangle on her panties. He imagines the delicate touch is more for the woman than the man, since his interest is geared more toward what's lying underneath.
She slowly sashays toward him and his eyes are fixed on the way her body moves. His hands instinctively reach out to grab hold of her and she obliges, pushing her hips forward until his grip is firmly in place.
"What do you think?" she asks and places both hands on his shoulder and linking her fingers behind his neck.
What does he think? He thinks she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He thinks that her body and beauty rival Susan Storm, Emma Frost and Wonder Woman combined. He thinks that no artist or author could ever come close to describing or drawing the flawless woman before him.
"I think you're...spectacular."
Caroline smiles and unlinks her fingers to cup his face. She leans down and kisses him and places her hands over his, guiding them up her waist and back down again. He continues exploring her body and when she moves forward to straddle him he darts his tongue out to caress the valley between her breast. She situates herself on his lap and her head rolls back as her eyes gently shut. His tongue and lips move across her chest and she quivers when his teeth begin to nip at her nipple through the fabric.
Klaus pushes her back slightly, dragging his hands down the front of her and bringing his fingers up to her breasts. He rolls the thin fabric down, tucking it underneath and exposing her to him completely. He cups her breasts in his hand and massages, feeling her nipples grow harder as his thumbs and tongue alternate between them. She lets out a low hum at the feeling and grinds her hips, pressing her wet center against him.
Caroline reaches behind her and unclasps her bra removing it completely before dropping the tiny contraption to the floor. She pushes on his chest to scoot him back and leans forward until Klaus is sinking into the mattress behind him. He grabs the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair and bringing her in for a hot and forceful kiss.
She leaves his mouth with a simper and kisses down his neck and chest, licking the peculiar tattoo over his heart and skimming her fingers down his torso. She looks up at him as she continues further down, her kisses light and gentle, the fire in her eyes is anything but. She reaches below his belly button and he hisses when her soft kisses turn to aggressive sucking. Her hand surprises him by ducking under his boxers and wrapping around him once more, freeing him from his shorts and pumping him again while continuing to place lingering kisses around the base of his cock.
She rolls his boxers off of him completely and her tongue shoots out to begin licking him like an ice cream cone. She licks up his shaft and back down repeatedly until her final lick ends with the head of his dick entering her pretty pink mouth.
Caroline's no expert but she knows a few tricks and prides herself on her ability to make a guy lose it completely when she goes down on him. While most girls have to spend minutes torturing and teasing in the usual ways, she can make a guy come in less than 60 seconds. This of course is if she has something better to do and there isn't anything in it for her. With Klaus, she wants to give him just enough pleasure to show him what she can do, but not too much pleasure that the night ends before it begins.
She moves her hand with her mouth, sucking hard and moving agonizingly slow. She flicks her tongue across his tip before removing her hand completely and bringing her lips all the way down to his base and back up again. She watches his eyes grow wide with her impressive feat then closes hers and moans, enjoying the way that he flexes and moves inside her mouth.
He can't look at her. Feeling her hot mouth moving all the way down him and back up, it's too much. His head rolls back and he tries to remember to breathe but he feels the familiar quake start to take hold down below.
Man up, Mikaelson, he hears Tony Stark scream at him. Don't you dare blow it!
His eyes begin to roll back in his head and when he almost can't take it any longer, he starts to reach down to stop her. When his hand meets her head, he sighs with relief when she stops on her own, thanking God that he still has a chance to show her what he can offer.
She starts to crawl her way back up his body when she is taken by surprise as he sits up, grabs her by the waist and flips her around onto her back. She giggles as her head lands on the soft pillow behind her and he sinks his head into the crook of her neck. He sucks on her ear briefly and moves along her neck and collarbone. He sits up and his hands roam down her breasts and across her stomach before looping his fingers around the tiny string of her panties.
He gazes down at the barely there fabric and asks, "Can one even consider these underwear?"
"Panties," she laughs. "They're panties, Klaus."
"They're fantastic," he adds and runs his fingers down her thighs bringing her 'panties' with them. She kicks her legs up and he tosses them to the floor - both her bra and panties have worked their magic and are now retiring for the evening.
Her legs spread wider as he situates himself between them. He lowers himself on top of her - their bodies flush - and he kisses her again. He keeps his mouth on hers and brings a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear and caress the side of her face. She bucks her hips against him and pushes up; her skin aching to feel him as close as possible. His hand runs down her side as she reaches up and grabs hold of his hair and wraps her arms tightly around his neck. She breaks free from the kiss only for a moment and tells him, "I'm ready, Klaus."
He doesn't hesitate and as his lips touch hers again he simultaneously pushes himself deep inside her.
Caroline whimpers as he glides all the way in and she let's out her first audible appreciation of the act when he moves back out. Her mouth and hands didn't prepare her enough for his size and how truly deep he is able to go. She wraps her legs behind his back and links her ankles before pushing her hips up to give him more access.
Klaus closes his eyes and remembers his breathing as he enters and re-enters her slick center.
Must. Keep. Going. Must. Make. Her. Come, he recites his mantra to himself.
He listens to her moan and hum her appreciations and he delights in the way she moves with him, pushing her hips up to meet his downward thrusts. His eyes flutter open when he feels her hands on his face.
Caroline reaches up and grabs the sides of his glasses, pulling them off and setting them down on the night stand. He blinks and adjusts his sight, slightly frustrated that her face is hazier and less clear. "Why did you do that?" he asks.
"Because I want to see your eyes," she says and runs her fingertips along his brows and down his face, peering sentimentally into them. "And because I don't want to break them..."
"Break them?" he starts to question but she is grabbing his face and pulling him down for an impossibly deep kiss. Her hands run through his hair and down his back before she grabs hold and before he has any say in the matter, he is on his back and she is riding on top of him. She arches back and presses a hand to his chest, rocking her hips allowing him to get deeper and deeper inside of her.
This is what she needs - to be fucked deep and hard. This is how she wants to come.
Her speed quickens and his hands grab hold of her hips. He doesn't need to ask, he can tell that she's ready to let go and so he helps with her efforts and holds his hips up letting her move up and down, side to side, back and forth until her screams are echoing off the walls.
"Oh, right there! RIGHT THERE!" she shouts.
He stays put, repeating the same motion and growing hungrier for his own release as he watches the goddess on top of him furrowing her brows and biting her bottom lip. He can't take much more of this; her hands grabbing hold of her hair and her tits bouncing up and down, so he centers his attention on her belly button instead. But even his peripheral and shitty eyesight are working against him and he can still see her rising and falling on top of him and her hands grabbing hold of her breasts. The inevitable is about to happen...
Caroline can feel her toes begin to curl as the first wave of her orgasm begins to settle into them. She shifts an inch and the head of his cock rubs hard and fast against her hidden erogenous zone and when she hears Klaus begin to growl and the animal in his voice emerges, it makes the climb to the top fast and easy. She reaches her peak and like Jill and her fucking pale of water, she comes tumbling down, crying out and landing hard and wet as she drenches him completely.
Klaus is relieved to see that his mantra has worked, as she comes easily and beautifully. He takes his turn and finally giving in to his primal needs, he finally lets go too. He's so blinded by passion; so blinded by the mother fucking stamina he was able to produce that he doesn't even make a conscious effort to keep the words from falling out of his mouth.
"BY THE POWER OF GREYSKULL!"
Oh man! You are such a nerd, Klaus! LMFAO!
Brownie points to whoever can tell me where Klaus' nerdy cry of passion comes from!