CAFM? - Chapter 10 Restricted

                                        

                                              
Lone grabbed Gavin's face and kissed him. All his good intentions about staying focused on the job, not letting himself get lost in the impulses and fail her again; they all washed away. As soon as her lips crashed into his, there wasn't a resistant thought in his head. He kissed her back and left all thought of duty aside. Lone pulled at the hem of the tight tshirt he wore and he helped her yank it over his head and get tossed to the floor. Her button down shirt was dropped and her warm fingers pulled at the buttons of his pants. He tugged at the front of her deliciously loose jeans, sliding his hand down, brushing teasingly against the front of her.
                              
She grabbed his arm and pulled his hand away. She let go once his hand cleared her pants and gripped the front of his. She spun, jerking with her hands and toppled him down onto the bed. She pressed down on top of him, kneeling to one side of him.
                              
He leaned back, supporting himself on his arms while she controlled the kiss. She pulled away from the kiss to tug at the undone pants, hastily stripping them away. Gavin hadn't laced his boots up and they were quickly kicked off, nor had he put on the old and blood stained boxers. So once Lone jerked the pants clear of his feet, Gavin lay before her absoluely naked.  She stared down at him, remembering his chest from what she used to believe a delusion. There were the familiar, strange tattoos, one encircling the forarm of his right side and one reading in a line up the inside of his left. On his hip was a crest, looking almost branded into his skin.
                              
Lone pulled her hair out of hte way and leaned over to trace that brand with her tongue, see if it were as slick feeling as it looked. He groaned, feeling the hot breath of her mouth so very close to where he wanted it. She ran her hand up the front of his thigh, brushing a fingertip caress up the side of his swelling member. He sunk one hand into her hair, feeling the warmth of her scalp and the silkiness of her hair. He didn't want to push her into anything, not know what would scare her off, so instead he waited, following her lead.
                              
Lone caught some of the skin there gently between her teeth and bit down on his hip, opposite of the one with the tattoo. He moaned as she sucked in the skin there, biting down hard enough to leave a dark bruise imprint of her teeth. She looked up at him, seeing him breathing hard and looking down at her. What he wanted was clear as day on his face. There was no alterior motive to him, no violence. She stared him down while she leaned over and breathed across him, making the muscle twitch. With a satisfied twitch of the eyebrow, she lipped her way, swallowing a length of him.
                              
He arched, unable to resist the need to move, to have her cover more of him. The same energy dance that occured whenever they touched flared up and turned a wholly physical act into something unexpected. Involuntarily his wings burst out, painfully pinned underneath him. He thrashed, startling Lone away and he twisted, moving his weight off of them.
                              
"I'm sorry." he said, embarassed by the dusky dark hue of his once perfect wings. They'd been crystaline, perfect white. Now due to his failure regarding her, they had an inky stain to them. And this morning they'd been blanketed in shadows which had disguised them from scrutiny. He hadn't wanted her to see them and question it. And he truely hadn't meant to scare her during something that must still terrify her.
                              
She stared at him, fully displayed and with his aura glowing around him. It was inhumanly beautiful and darkly alluring. She gasped a little, looking at him. His honey dark skin and beautifully rish hair suited the dusky gray wings. She found him painfully attractive and leaned forward kissing him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He seemed hesitant at first, amazed that she didn't care about them.
                              
He pulled her to him, resting his face against her stomache. She stiffened up at his quick movement but relaxed as she felt him rub his face agaisnt the fabric of her shirt, pressing lips to the muscles he felt underneath. She ran her hands through his hair, caressing his skull while he lifted teh hem of her shirt and kissed her stomach, pushing the top of her loose jeans down making her gasp.
                              
He was startled when she lifted her own top off, and he could look up hte line of her body, see his hand print peeking out of the top of her bra. It was black lace, hinting at the muscular swell of her breast. Something low in his gut clunched at seeing her like this, confident and proud as an arabian horse. She stared down at him, knowing exactly what she wanted to do and with a soft smirk, she reached back and unclasped the bra, sliding it smoothly off her shoulders and dropping it to the floor with a whisper of fabric.
                              
She hooked a thumb into her pants and the button slid out, the hole worn out after years of use. She shimmied out of them, standing in front of him in only the matching black lace panties. She grabbed his hand and slid one hand up to cup her breast, just shy of the mark. Without further prompting he leaned forward and kissed her other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth. Her skin tasted of citrus and determination, sharp and clean. He gently kneeded her breast with his hand while he suckled the other, biting just hard enough on it to make her gasp. She grabbed his hair and gently pulled his face away, kissing down his jaw to his neck. He arched his back and head away and she slid onto his lap, kissing his neck. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her ass to hold her to him. He tried not to groan as his swollen cock pressed against the thin lace of her panties. She kissed his mouth hard as before, bruising against him with her teeth accidentally. She reached a hand between them and wrapped her hands around it, feeling the heaviness of him with her hand. He pulled at the panties, sliding them down off her butt, rubbing fingertips across the exposed flesh in teasing swirls.
                              
She twitched and jerked, squirming at the touch. He slid the pants forward on her thighs put they couldn't move farther unless she stood up. He left them there and ran his hands up her bare back, feeling the smooth firmness of her skin. There were a few rough spots on her back from old scars but it was all exhilerating and wonderful to him. Someone who felt real, lived every moment as if it were important. She reached for him, sliding her body off his, she dropped the panties aways and slid back onto his lap, pinning his aroused muscle between her body and his stomach.
                              
He groaned, feeling her pressed against him, bare and exposed. She reached a hand between them again, gripping him with a firm hand. She rubbed him, pressing him against herself and she jerked her hips enough to move him across her. He grunted in surprise as his tip brushed against her wetness. He stared at her face, the expression in her eyes unreadable as she continued to rub him against herself, a tight grip on the sides and all her silky wetness against the front and tip. He could feel her becoming more and more wet, excitement making her drip. He was trying to focus on her but felt his own orgasim start to build. "Lone, I can't.... oh god... I'm gonna cum." He panted, trying to hang on. He heard her moan and her body trashed, shaking as she rubbed him against herself and worked herself into an orgasim. She kept her hand gripped around him and as she trembled against him in ecstacy, and he moaned as his own orgasim hit, he jerked and cum, heart pumping out his climax.
                              
They both panted slightly and stared at each other, a mess painted on her hand and across both abdomens. "I'm gonna go shower and clean that off." Lone said, voice rough with her hard breaths. She slipped off his lap and walked into the bathroom without another word. He looked after her retreating back and tried to catch his breath. That had been, something else than he was used to. Normally he was the one in charge of the entire situation but she had dominated the entire event which left him wondering why she hadn't gone through with teh sex?