Fantasy

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So without further ado…

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Chapter 7: Self-Control? What's That?

"I THOUGHT it was MY turn…" I gasp indignantly.

Ignoring my protests he catches my hair with one hand, using the leverage to hold me still, again claiming my mouth. He draws his tongue along my tightly sealed lips, demanding entrance. His tongue is insistent, refusing to stop until I acquiesce.

OW! I finally give in when his other hand pinches my ass, an involuntary gasp parting my lips and granting him access. He proceeds to plunder the recesses of my mouth, eliciting a low moan from us both.

His hard length is still pressed obviously between us, pulsing in time to his heartbeat. With the impressive move he had used to unseat me and turn over the leggings I had already pushed down had fallen further about his hips. The only thing between us was the thin fabric of my still-sodden shorts.

Oh God… By the Valar… Oh my…

As he rotated his hips I could feel his arousal rubbing against the fabric between my legs. The sensation drove my sensitized nerves crazy, all coherent thought fleeing me as I returned his fervent kiss in full.

I gasp as I feel his hands slide down my back, insinuating them under the fabric of my shorts to cup my cheeks, pressing me firmly against him, the friction only increasing, my hips now moving with his.

I cry out into his mouth when one hand leaves my backside, sliding to my front. He makes short work of the laces, his hand moving inside my shorts, dipping down between my thighs. I gasp with need, rubbing against him as I feel his fingertips brushing lightly through the curls at the apex of my spread thighs.

I bring my hands up to frame his face, thumbs rubbing the tips of his ears as his hand moves lower, searching out my swollen clit. My hips rock forward against his touch as his fingers find their mark, rubbing the already sensitive flesh, sending shudders along my spine.

His hand on my ass clutches reflexively as I stroke his ears, the fingers of his other hand moving lower yet, parting my slick folds. He slides his hand all the way down between my thighs, drawing his palm back and forth, rubbing my clit and folds, my body quivering with every pass. Oh god! So good…

My hips flex involuntarily against his hand, so close… so close…

My lips feel bruised from the intensity of our ongoing kiss, but I just don't care as he draws his hand back across my clit only to drive one long finger inside me. I buck my hips shamelessly against his hand as he rubs my clit with his palm, that finger stroking me from inside.

He strokes me slowly, my hips twitching with every circle of his hand. I nip at his lip, crying out again as he finds that spot inside, adding a second finger to press mercilessly there. What was left of my rational mind flees as I feel him smile against my lips, his hand moving faster, harder, my passage clutching at his fingers. I feel my walls tighten around the digits as he strokes me over the edge into oblivion.

I tear my lips from his, burying my face in the curve of his neck I cry out my completion, riding his hand with abandon. He stills his movements as the tremors begin to pass, removing his hand from my shorts. I raise my head and watch transfixed as he slowly draws his tongue up one finger before placing it between his lips and drawing it out with an audible "pop." I can't look away as he licks his palm and fingers clean, his midnight gaze holding mine. The simple act was unbelievably erotic.

Once his hand leaves his mouth I swiftly claim it again, tasting myself on his tongue. As he deepens the kiss I feel his hands move up under the back of my shirt to my shoulder blades, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I can feel goose bumps rise on my skin as he exposes it to the air.

I drop my head to nuzzle the curve of his neck as he draws his palms around my sides to cup a breast in each hand. A mewling sound escapes my throat as his thumbs come up to stroke my nipples. "AY!" I cry out loudly as he twists both nipples in his fingers before moving his hands upward again, taking my shirt with them.

I sit back, allowing him to divest me of the garment, tossing it away. Suddenly overcome by a wave of shyness, I cross my arms over my chest, attempting to hide myself from his view. I'm not worthy of his attentions.

I gaze into his storm-dark eyes as he gently pries my arms from my chest murmuring, "Please do not hide yourself from me. You are so beautiful."

I can feel the blush creeping up my chest from the tops of my breasts spreading up along my neck.

"Why do you blush so? You have nothing to be ashamed of."

I close my eyes against his fervent gaze, but can still feel his eyes upon me. He shifts beneath me, his length pressing insistently between my thighs as I suddenly feel his lips close over one nipple. A low groan reverberates from my chest as his arms wrap around my back, pressing me closer, my stomach to his chest.

I slide my hands into the spill of his hair, tangling in his silken mane as he lavishes first one nipple and then the other with light kisses. He circles one pointed peak with the tip of his tongue. I jerk in his embrace as he unexpectedly nips the sensitive bud, immediately soothing the hurt with gentle strokes of his tongue. My back arches forward as he draws the sensitized flesh into his mouth, sucking hard. I cry out again, pulling at his hair as he repeats the process on the other breast.

I open my eyes, looking down as I feel him draw back, my gaze meeting his. He slides his hands to my shoulders, pulling me down for another kiss as he deftly twists us around, his body now pressing down upon mine, his throbbing length rubbing insistently against my shorts.

I keep my eyes shut as I feel his weight shift off me, only opening them when I feel his weight leave the bed. My gaze travels over his glorious body as he stands, his leggings falling to pool around his ankles. Watching me watching him, he stepped lithely out of the pants, kicking them away.

He just stands there for a moment watching as my eyes rove over his lean form. I swear to god he's posing! I envy his self-confidence.

I let my eyes slide over him, taking in the golden-tinged halo the sun made of his hair. His blue eyes gleam from beneath his lowered lashes, desire simmering from within. I caress him with my eyes, my gaze sliding across his strong shoulders, over his chest and down his abs. Studiously avoiding his proud arousal I follow the lines of muscles down one leg and back up the other. I look into his eyes for a moment before dropping my gaze again to his obvious desire, appraising it with frank appreciation.

My gaze is drawn up again as he steps forward to the edge of the bed. His eyes locked on mine I watch him lean forward, his hands sliding over my hips and under my shorts. I arch my back up in response to his unspoken request, shivering as he draws my shorts down my legs, tossing them away.

Crossing my legs, I look away, suddenly nervous. Can I handle this? What kind of fire am I playing with? Doubt surfaces in my mind, creeping in from the edges.

I feel the bed shift next to me, then the gentle pressure of his fingertips, turning my face back to him. I slowly raise my eyes to his face, taking in the look of sweet concern. He smiles softly at me, resting his weight on his hand next to my side as he leans forward brushing his lips lightly against mine.

All my fears retreat beneath his touch, my eyes drifting shut as he deepens the kiss, pressing me back onto the bed. His hand slides down my arm to my legs, gently nudging them apart. I feel his hand leave my leg, moving to rest by my side. I feel his knee replace his hand, nudging my thighs apart before his weight settled between them.

I bring my hands up to tangle in his hair deepening the kiss as he slowly lowers the length of his body against mine. I can't believe he's still in control of himself after all this. I can feel his length pressed insistently against my thigh. I feel it twitch as I run a finger over the tip of his ear. He moans into our joined mouths, hips thrusting reflexively against mine.

I shift beneath him, my thighs straddling his hips, the head of his arousal resting at my entrance. He pulls back, leaning up on his forearms. Foreheads pressed together he looks into my eyes, silently asking permission to finish what we started. My answer is to capture his mouth in a scorching kiss, pulling him flush against me.

I feel him shudder against me whispering, "'Melamin," against my lips. I gasp as he shifts his hips forward, teasing my dripping folds with the head of his arousal, just barely entering me. Frustrated tears well in my eyes as I wrap my legs around his hips. Arching my back I try to pull him further forward. He holds himself back, thwarting my attempts to speed things up.

My eyes fly open as he laughs lightly against my lips. He tilts his head back, looking at me, still moving his hips slightly, enticingly.

"Shhh. Patience Melamin. There's no need to rush."

Nose to nose I gasp as he enters me more deeply, still moving slowly, teasing, drawing every sensation out. I cry out as he suddenly shifts forward, burying himself to the hilt in my sodden folds.

I watch his face as he holds himself still, eyes closing in concentration. A small smirk graces my lips as I flex my abdominal muscles, squeezing his length inside me. His eyes fly open, a moan escaping his lips as he looks into my eyes wonder and appreciation clear in the crystal blue eyes.

He slides his hands from my sides up under my shoulders, taking hold of them from beneath. I tighten my legs around his hips as he slowly withdraws, entering me with the same agonizingly slow pace. He increases his speed in excruciating increments, drawing out every moment, every sensation.

I unwrap my legs from his hips, pressing my feet to the backs of his thighs, arching into every thrust, pushing him deeper. His breathing comes faster along with his strokes. He suddenly shifts his position slightly, the new angle hitting just the right spot inside me. I throw my head back in a howl of ecstasy, the sensations overwhelming me.

My climax overtakes me so swiftly I barely register his slowed movements as my body reflexively curls forward against him, my face buried against his neck, thighs clamped against his hips. My abs and thighs twitch violently in time to his slowed strokes, every nerve in my nether regions extremely sensitized and quaking from overstimulation.

In the back of my mind I notice one hand release my shoulder, dropping to straighten one of my legs before he carefully rolls us onto our sides, his length still embedded within my depths. He wraps that arm around my back, holding me close as I tremble in his embrace. He uses his other hand to guide my other leg so it is draped high around his waist.

He continues to thrust shallowly until the tremors in my muscles subside. I take a deep breath, pulling my face away from his neck only to have my mouth caught up in a ferocious kiss. One of his arms holds me tight against his chest, while I feel the fingers of his other hand digging into my thigh as he increased the pace of his strokes, rotating his hips, his pubic bone rubbing against my clit.

His ministrations quickly returned me to full arousal. At no time did his desire show any sign of abating. In what seemed like no time at all I found myself screaming again, my body rocked by another mind-numbing orgasm. I could have sworn I lost consciousness or at the very least took complete leave of my senses for some period of time.

Regaining awareness I found myself in a wholly different position than the one I had previously been in. His back cushioned with pillows against the headboard, he was sitting with his legs stretched straight out. I lean against him, my back to his chest, legs splayed, his arousal pressing against my backside.

Noticing my growing awareness he gently turns my head, twisting his to slightly brush his lips against mine before claiming them fully, plundering the depths of my mouth with his tongue. I reach back behind me, interlacing my fingers behind his neck. As he kisses me senseless his hands slide up from my waist to cup my breasts, kneading them gently, then with greater force, flicking my nipples with his thumbs.

A flood of warmth rushes from between my spread thighs, responding to his hands' efforts. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he rains kisses along the side of my neck and shoulder. One hand continues caressing my breast while he slides the other down between my legs, teasing my sensitive folds open, eliciting another rush of moisture.

He relinquishes his hold on my other breast, sliding that hand down so each one rests against my inner thighs. He finds a particularly sensitive spot on my neck and sucks on it in earnest, causing me to arch back. He takes the opportunity to lift me by the inner thighs and impale me upon his turgid length.

My body quakes at the renewed invasion, a strangled cry escaping my lips. My hands twist in his hair, pulling on its length as my body quivers under his hands. He leans further back into the pillows, one hand pressing flat against my abdomen, holding me to him, the other absently brushing through the curls at the apex of my thighs.

He waits for me to stop trembling before sliding his hand lower, pressing against my clit in tight circles. He flexes his hips, burying himself deeper within me. My lips fall open in a silent scream, muscles twitching with every thrust. He rubs my clit faster, using his thighs to increase the depth of penetration with every shallow stroke, the angle he chose causing the head of his throbbing length to rub against my cervix and nerves inside.

My mind clears momentarily. How the hell has he not cum yet? He gives the term "self-control" a whole new meaning. As quickly as it came I lose my lucidity, crying out loudly again.

Desperate with need, I release his neck, dropping my hands to grasp his thighs tightly. I can just feel him smirking with satisfaction as I grind my ass in his lap, using my grip on his thighs as leverage. A smirk crosses my face as I hear him gasp, his hands suddenly still.

A startled shriek escapes my mouth as I find myself suddenly lifted off him by the hips and turned so I straddle his lap facing him, his now slick length pressed between us. I look into his eyes, my brow creased in confusion. What now? Did I do something wrong?

His eyes glitter in challenge as he speaks softly, "Your turn."

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A/N: I know it's been a while but, I'm BACK!