Vowel Sounds
- Addiction -
She's pretty sure that she is addicted, addicted to him, addicted to the way he makes her feel, and not the "I can give up whenever I want" kind of addiction, the kind of addiction that makes her crazy with need. She knows she shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be letting him take her hard and fast in her office, she shouldn't be driving him to the edge of insanity in the elevators, but she can't stop, can't stop acting like a teenager who has no control over her hormones. She's also pretty sure that she is going to hell, nothing that makes her moan so much, makes her never want to leave bed, nothing this good can be sinless.
He tell himself he is only here because he needs to hand her a file, nothing more, he is definitely not here because he wants to lick every inch of her body, and definitely not because he wants to hear her...stop it, he chastises himself as the door is wrenched open. He barely makes it through the door before he's slammed back against it and she is against him, all he's aware of is kisses and her hips pushing into his and need. He's almost certain their clothes are getting ruined, because she's too desperate to worry about something as meaningless as clothes when thinking about skin against skin and he is too caught up with her to be of any help discarding the items.
Looking back, Jen wont remember how they end up on the floor of her study, naked, her wriggling beneath him. She's struggling, but he doesn't know if she's trying to get away, or trying to get closer, but he's not letting her up either way, not when those desperate, little noises keep escaping from her throat. It's far beyond basic lust or desire, watching her come apart like this, she is usually so upright and conservative in public, and he intends to make that public persona crumble under his hands.
He leans down and kisses her, her hands are stroking down over his chest, her nails scraping lightly, making his back arch just a little. His fingers reach her nipples and he pauses, alternating feather light, almost hesitant touches with the drag of his nails. He places kisses all over her chin and neck, sucking her collarbone, then licking, slow and long back up from her shoulder to just below her ear, over and over again until her skin is hot to the touch and she is sure that she has fallen over the edge of madness. He lifts his head, and breathes his cool breath over the wet skin. He can feel the goose bumps breaking out over her skin below his lips. He moves his mouth down, past the collarbones, placing kisses all over her chest.
He runs his tongue down her chest and around her nipple, while his fingers stroke the other and she shifts underneath him, the almost inaudible moan that escapes her lips tells him all he needs to know. She arches her hips to him, but he clamps his knees against her sides and her hands above her head, wanting to take her to the peak of her addiction, wanting to see her beg, to see her fall apart before he gives her want she wants. He strokes down her stomach, as slowly as he can, drawing out the teasing. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, white teeth digging into her soft pink lips, her eyes dark with lust and desire. His fingers are digging into her wrists, pinning them to the floor and he's certainly out of control now and he is pretty sure she is right there with him.
She lifts her hips, desperate for the drug that only he can give her and he enters into her, the first thrust takes him deep inside, and she arches her back, a moan once again escaping from her lips, pleasure scrambling both their brains, making his fingers tighten even more around her wrists. He gives her no chance to think, to catch her breath as he thrusts in again, just as hard, just as deep and Jen doesn't know if she can take it, knowing that she wants to, that she needs to take it, because she is blinded by her addiction. He's thrusting like he wants to own her, wants to be her whole world. She wants to stay like this forever, just like this, safe from everything except her need for him, safe from everything except her addiction to him.
He slows his rhythm but drives deeper and harder, the fact that she is straining against his grip on her wrists, the fact that her lip is still caught between her teeth making him want to make this moment last forever. He slows even more, a bead of sweat rolls down her forehead and he captures it with his mouth, tasting her desire, listening to her whispering his name, pleading over and over again.
But he can't stop now; his body's taken over, desperate for release. He thrusts into her once more and feels her muscles clench around him as they both gasp in release, pleasure coursing through their bodies.
When the buzzing in his ears subsides, and he is aware of something other than his own blood thumping around his body, he realizes that he's still pinning her beneath him, he pulls out of her, shivering at the moan as he does so. He lets her wrists go, and notices the bruises that are already starting to form from his fingers, knowing that he won't be able to look at those marks without thinking about her moaning.
She's going to have bruises on his wrists but she doesn't care, just like a drug addict, the pleasure she feels at her fix numbs out all the bad thoughts. But she is still not completely sated, she never will be. As long as he still looks at her like he wants to devour her, as long as he still makes her crazy, as long as her body still instinctively reacts to his touch, she will want and crave him. As long as the blood still courses through her veins.
I don't know where this smut came from! Sorry!
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