Raspberry Swirl - Requested by Anonymous - April 5th, 2019
Season 7 - Appetizer
She didn't have a chance. He knew exactly what she wanted when he realized he couldn't feel any panties underneath her skirt as he touched her hip.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he growled as he placed sloppy wet kisses to her cheek. She was sitting on the dinner table, the meal he'd prepared long abandoned as he worked his thumb against her clit. Her skirt was bunched up on her waist to reveal she had indeed foregone wearing underwear. A fact that turned her sweet boyfriend into a wild animal.
"Y-yes," she whispered, all but rocking back and forth on her ass to build as much friction as possible.
"Yeah, that's right," he chuckled into the shell of her ear. "Fuck my hand like you wanted to when you decided to come over here commando."
His breath was hot against her neck and it made her whole body pulsate with need. She reached up and gripped his shoulders like a lifeline while she squirmed more.
His thumb circled her relentlessly and she could feel his own arousal pressing into her inner thigh, occasionally bucking against her to find relief. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are? Sometimes I think about how wet you get and how fucking tight you are and I have to resist the urge to come."
"Oh my god," she mumbled almost incoherently. She didn't exactly know why hearing Mulder talk like this got her off, but fuck was he good at it.
He moved away from her ear and pressed a sensuous kiss against her cheek. "Come for me baby. Let me make you feel good."
Distantly she heard the sound of a dish shattering, but all she could focus on was riding out her orgasm, squeezing Mulder's forearm between her thighs and trapping him there as if it could keep them in this moment forever.
Her breathing was heavy as she tried to regain her senses, the only thing anchoring her being the gentle kisses Mulder was littering over her face. "Did I tell you I really like your outfit?" he laughed against her.