Recollections

Smut XII

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They sit against the headboard, his arms wrapped tightly around her. In her hands she holds the phone that plays the movie, her feet entwined together, his legs wrapping around hers.

His eyes are drawn from the movie, every so often, to glance at her hands, or her pale arms, or her eyelashes that pushed past the sight of her cheekbone. He loved her cheeks. Everything about her, to be honest. Her complexion, her hair, her skin, her scars, her lips, her eyes, her shoulders. He couldn't get enough of her.

This all leads to the moment when his impulse wins. He leans down to her exposed shoulder, placing a soft kiss on her skin. He feels her body stop for a moment. He holds his lips to her skin until he feels her breathe once more. The soft up and down motion soothes him, inspiring him to kiss more.

His lips press in many spots, his head pushing against her neck, willing her to let him have more skin. She obliges, her head lilting to the side. He smiles into his kisses, licking at her skin, nipping when her chest sinks and stays sunk. His arms pull together tighter.

She drops the phone to the bed and curls into him, leaning back into him. He hums, feeling her warmth seep into his own skin, lighting his nerves up.

She says not a word as he works, her hands holding onto him in any way they can, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Not much reaction, love," He mutters. She hums to his words, still giving him nothing. All he wants is something. So, his hand moves down to run up her shirt, his calloused fingertips brushing against the smooth skin of her torso. She whines the tiniest bit, turning her head to him. His eyes meet hers and find everything he's looking for. A reaction, only held back by her will. Her playfulness.

He smirks and kisses her lips, pushing his tongue out to her lips, begging for access. Begging for her. She opens herself to him, their lips moving in sync, his hands now roaming her skin, over and under her shirt, up her chest, over her exposed shoulders. She makes a quiet noise, not much of anything in particular, and squirms in his tight grip.

"Restless," He comments, pulling back from the kiss. "Looking for something to do?"

"Always," She smirks, making him pause. Her eyes are a window to her desires, showcasing everything they've talked about, everything she loves.

"Then find something to do," He speaks, provocatively. Her pupils dilate. She turns her head back, sinking into him more, his lips inching towards her ears, his hands settling on her belly and above her center. "Find something. Control me. Make me yours," He encourages, relishing in her quick breathing. "Don't hold back on my account."

He kisses the shell of her ear, moving to kiss her temple. She takes one deep breath and pulls away, moving to flip herself so she straddles him. His eyes meet hers, and suddenly he's fully willing to do exactly as he just said. Gladly he would submit for the woman in front of him, letting her use him as she so desired.

"Use you, you say?" She whispers. Her hands rub up his clothed torso, fingertips pushing into his skin. Her hips rut down slowly, leaving him to swallow hard. "Play with you. Make you. . ."

She leans down to kiss at his collarbone, playing with the hem of his shirt. She pushes it up, him obliging her request by pulling it off the rest of the way, tossing it off the side of the bed.

"Yours," He finishes for her breathlessly. She smirks and kisses him. She pushes everything she has into him, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tighter. His arms push her down onto him, making her pull back.

"You say you will let me use you, but it seems you just used me," She taunts. His eyes search hers and nod.

"I did. What will you do about it?"