I Am Sher-locked

6. You Are the Only One

[Warning: Sexual content]

But what was she supposed to do?

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Irene decided to go with the flow. She slipped away from him and lay on her back right next to him. He didn't come on top of her though. He just turned to his side, slightly hovering over her, supporting his weight on one elbow. His other hand was laying on her stomach.

"You're captivating...", he admired her.

She offered a soft smile, stretching her body like a cat under the sun. "Why, thank you Mr. Holmes...", she breathed, pleased.

But Sherlock managed to catch her off guard when he gently touched her privates and her inhale was sharp and abrupt. Her light green eyes widened momentarily. That man was full of surprises.

"Oh, good lord...", she gasped, bending her knees slightly. Sherlock took his time to explore the area with his gentle fingers while Irene started to lose control. She threw her head back, letting out a soft, pleasurable moan.

"Yes, indeed, you're ready...", Sherlock breathed, his fingers were slightly shaking while he carefully circled her sweet spot. Irene could feel her own wetness increase dangerously.

Suddenly Sherlock stopped and Irene opened her eyes widely, gaping at him. "Why did you stop?", she asked impatiently but then she noticed his awkward expression and she realized a small, little detail. Sherlock was nervous. "Darling...", she sat up, taking his hands in hers and looking at his eyes. Her breath was coming unevenly out of her lips. "Sex is not the theory of relativity. Relax...", she grinned at him, stroking the back of his hands with her thumbs. "I must say, you were doing great...", she whispered, stealing a quick kiss from his lips.

"Show me what you like", Sherlock said, looking straight into her eyes.

"You want me to guide you?", she arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Yes. Why not?"

Irene let out a soft laugh and nodded. "Trust me, you don't need guidance but okay...", she moved closer to him. "Can you hold me?"

Sherlock rested his back against the bed's headboard and pulled her inside his arms, her head was resting against his arm. He looked down at her, gently caressing her side but Irene took his hand and led it between her legs. Her eyelids closed slowly while she exhaled.

"Gently...", she whispered, holding his fingers very close to her sweet spot. The moment he touched her, she spread her legs open and bit her lower lip. "Excellent...", she inhaled sharply when she guided his fingers up and down her wet folds. "Oh, God...", she gasped. "Do this slowly...", she murmured. "There, yes...", she breathed in when she led his fingers to her sweet spot.

Sherlock gently pushed her hand away and she internally smiled to herself. He was not nervous anymore. He--...

"Ahh...", a lustful moan escaped her lips while Sherlock slid one finger inside of her gently. "No, no, stop...", she pulled back, breathing fast. "I want you inside me, now", she said dominantly and slipped away from his embrace.

Sherlock looked at her confused while she unfastened his belt. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You're doing everything right but I don't want to cum without you inside me", she whispered, kissing his chest lightly. She removed his pants and when she pulled down his boxers his gorgeous length came in full view and she smirked. "Delicious..."

Sherlock had enough. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, making her struddle him. Irene gasped surprised but she actually enjoyed that position. It was intimate. She reached for his mouth, claiming it passionately while she wrapped her arms around him. Oh, she could feel his perfect erection underneath her and it drove her crazy.

Sherlock grabbed her bottom, kissing her back but then he pulled away and started leaving open mouthed kisses alongside her jaw and neck. Irene slid her hand between them and when she touched his erection he gasped sharply, tightening his grip on her bottom.

"Easy now, baby...", she whispered softly, leading his erection to her core. Sherlock helped her by pulling her close to him from her bottom. His face was burried in her neck, kissing and nibling her sensitive skin. When his length slid perfectly inside her they both let out a shaking moan.

Irene felt the bliss spread inside her and her whole body shivered. She wrapped legs and arms around him while he applied more pressure to her waist so that his length could penetrate deeper into her. She lost her mind completely. Her whole body went numb while she moaned by pleasure. His rapid breath sounded close to her ear and it was... oh, so delicious.

"Sherlock...", she mumbled his name, desperately trying not to moan loudly. She rocked her waist back and forth and Sherlock groaned. "Oh, fuck...", she moaned.

Sherlock moved back to came face to face with her and rested his forehead against her, theirs breaths became one as they swayed to the same rhythm. "Do it again, moan for me...", he breathed.

With each thrust, a different kind of moan escaped her lips. Sometimes it sounded like a whimper, some other times it sounded deep and lustful. She kissed him hard, her breath huffed into his mouth. Her hand moved to his neck and she wrapped her fingers around it, applying a little pressure.

"Do your worst...", he stared into her eyes, at the same time gasping for air.

"No...", she whimpered pleasurably, swaying with him. "I don't--... Ahh...", she arched her back, moaning deeply, her hand freed his neck instantly. "I don't need to hurt you..."

"Irene...", he groaned her name, grabbing her hair at the back of her neck. He pulled her to him aggresively and he crushed his lips against hers.

She felt her core dripping and her muscles tightened. Oh, she was so close. Her moan sounded muffled into his mouth while she grasped his shoulders. Her body was feeling all kind of tingles and then it hit. Damn, it was the strongest wave of pleasure she ever had in her life. Sherlock instantly realized that Irene was close to orgasm and freed her lips. She shut her eyes, mouth agape while her climax shook her very core. A loud, yet deep moan filled the room, her eyes watered. Her fingernails scratched his skin while her core pulsated strongly.

"Oh, Sherlock... Ahh...", she gasped and moaned, collapsing on his chest but didn't stop rocking her body. He kept her locked in his arms, kissing her shoulder but thrust after thrust he reached his own climax.

Irene embraced him lovingly while he released his tension deep inside her, shaking in her arms. The endorphins released into her brain after orgasm made her mind blur. Her love for that man multiplied to infinity, her cheeks were wet from the tears she had shed a few minutes before. Her hug was so strong that it made Sherlock find it difficult to breathe. And he desperately needed oxygen.

They did not separate for long, they hugged until their breathing rate returned to normal. Only then did Irene slip out of his arms and fall into bed. Sherlock followed her and lay down next to her, but they both turned around so they could look at each other.

She snuggled up to him and he just wrapped an arm around her. He kissed her lips lazily and she loved it. Their limbs were pressed together like they were one.

"Merry Christmas, darling...", she said in barely more than a whisper.

"Merry Christmas..."