Queen Mary

XXII

She tastes sweet, and with each moan that escapes her lips I feel myself growing harder, and the fire grows intense inside me. It's like each time my eyes meet hers, I realize all over again I've never wanted anything as much as I want her. My hands explore her hips, and over her tummy, down her thighs. My fingers find her perfect supple nipples, while my tongue take an adventure, licking her juices until I feel her squirming above me. She can hardly contain herself, and her every movement, and every sound that emerges from her drives me into a frenzy. A low grunt finds it's way out of me, and I pull away from her. When our eyes lock, fuck she's so beautiful. I lower myself and press my lips to hers, they're soft, and she tastes like spearmint. Everything about her is just perfect. It amazes me that of all people, she's here with me. 

I move my hand to the back of her neck, intertwining my hand in her hair. I pull away, and kiss her forehead. With my free hand, I twirl my finger in a circle, motioning for her to turn over. She smiles devilishly at me, and complies. I watch her as she moves, noticing every curve, every movement, even the slightest ones. 

I can't stop watching her, she turns over and backs herself up to me. I run my hands along her body, feeling the soft tenderness of her skin. I let myself indulge in every single one of her curves and edges, appreciating every inch of her. As small moans find their way to my ears, I press myself against her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. I let my fingers travel down her sides, around her hips until I reach her clit, playing with her in between my fingers. I feel myself become taken over by a wave of heat again, and I grip her hip in my other hand. As I play with her, she grinds herself against me, her hips rolling and rocking back and forth. I press my member against her wetness, biting my lip as my head leans back.

"Please, I want you.." She says beckoningly. I smile, and lean forward to whisper in her ear, moving her hair out from in front of it.

"Please what?" I say tauntingly, and I nibble on her shoulder lightly. I feel her shiver under me, and gasp a little.

"I want to feel you inside me, I need to." She says, looking over her shoulder at me. I cup her face in my hand, and I slip into her. A moan erupts from both of us, and I grip both of her hips, pressing myself all the way into her. Heat rising within me, and I thrust into her. She lowers her top half of her body, arching her back even more. I thrust harder, picking up the pace. 

"Fuck you're so wet." I tell her, sweetness in my voice as I do. Her moans fill the emptiness of the room, and fill me with desire. I take her hair in one hand, and gently pull her up to me so she's pressed against me. I kiss her neck, nibbling as I go, and sliding in and out of her. Her hands wrap around me, becoming entangled in my hair. I place my hands over her breasts, holding her to me. 

"I'm so close!" She almost shouts. I smile and reach one hand down to play with her as I thrust in and out. I feel her body begin to shake, and her hands become fists in my hair. "Mmm fuck yes!" She moans. I feel her tighten around me, her moan grows louder, as I send her over the edge. I slow, and kiss her jawline, then her cheek. I release my grip on her, and she leans into me. I slip out of her, and help her turn back over onto her back.

"Now it's your turn." She says with a seductive smile. I press my lips to hers, and slide myself back inside her. More wet than ever, I brace myself on the arm of the could. as our tongues dance, the head builds within me. I pull away from her and rest my head on her shoulder, thrusting in and out getting closer each time. As I move faster and faster, our breathing becomes heavier, our moans harmonize, and I feel closer to her than I ever have.

"Fuck Bianca!" I exclaim, I pull out of her, and allow the edge to take over me. When I know there's nothing left, I sit up and our eyes lock. I press my lips gently to hers, and stand. I walk to the bathroom, and find a hand towel. I bring it back to her and clean the mess. After tossing the towel aside, I glance over at Bianca, who is curled up on the couch. She looks so sleepy, it's adorable honestly.

"You look tired, are you ready for bed?" I ask her as I walk back over to her and play with her hair. She nods and I pick her up, cradling her. I walk into the bedroom, and set her down on the king size, way too comfortable for anyone's good, bed and climb in bed beside her. She turns over, resting her head on my chest with her arm draped over me. Her hand sits where my neck meets my shoulder and I look down at her. All I can do is admire her. the first thing I notice is the way she smells, her perfume is amazing. I can't place the scent, but whatever it is it's delightful. I notice the angles of her face, and how peaceful she looks. I wrap my arms tight, but too tight, around her and kiss the top of her head, resting my head there for a moment before laying on the pillow. 

I think of what tomorrow will bring, hell what this whole week is supposed to bring. We're here looking for answers, but it seems like every time we return somewhere we've visited we leave with more questions than we showed up with. Would it be the same thing here again? Whatever is here, obviously knows Bianca is a medium, why else target her the way it has? It's talked to her, singled her from the rest of us, and has even gone as far as to try to seclude her from everyone else and hurt her. I feel a wave of guilt because I was in that room with her and couldn't prevent her from what happened. It all happened so fast I didn't know what to do until she'd already been scratched. The thought crosses my mind that if this really is the same entity we encountered the first time we were here, she could be targeted because it knows who we are, and knows we've brought a medium. Nothing has ever tried to attack Amanda when she's come on investigations with us though.. But I suppose it's still a possibility that's the reason. Of course it's also possible that all of this is so much deeper and more connected than any of us initially thought. In that case, it would make the violence and aggression personal towards Bianca, and possibly the rest of us too. 

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the wall above us, I notice Bianca has fallen asleep, and I don't want to wake her. I decide the best option is to ignore it until the morning, there's been enough for one day already, and Bianca is exhausted, weather she admits it to the rest of us or not, what happened earlier was draining. Another knock on the wall, louder and more fierce this time startles me, and I jump. Bianca stirs, but doesn't quite wake up. I scan the room, looking for any sign of movement at all. I swear I see a shadow walk past the bedroom doorway, but can't be sure as I saw it in my per peripheral vision. There's another knock, only this time, it's more of a bang, as if there were someone on the other side of the wall banging on it. I look down and see that Bianca is alert, looking around the room, while staying silent and still. I feel her start to tense, and tighten my arms around her. 

"It's here again." She says softly. I watch her take out her phone, from where I'm really not sure since neither one of us have clothes on and I don't remember her bringing it in when I carried her in. Of course I could've missed it. She starts recording, but doesn't say anything, probably trying to pick up more knocking. And sure enough, three loud bangs on the wall make both of us gasp a little. 

"I understand you may want to communicate, or not. However this is not the time for that. We are going to sleep. You are not welcome here while we do, and you by no means are welcome to touch us." She says sternly. Damn she's hot when she mom talks ghosts and shit. We wait a few moments, and when there is no more knocking, she stops recording and puts her phone on the bedside table closest to us, and lays back on my chest. "We shouldn't have any more issues tonight. Tomorrow is another story but I think I made my point." She says. I chuckle a little, not that I don't take her seriously but when you really think about it, it's funny to think that the entity just got put in time out.

"You are absolutely fucking amazing, ya know that?" I say to her, welcoming her back into my embrace, and give another small chuckle. She smiles and nuzzles into my shoulder, kissing my chest before she does. I don't think off everything that's happened here, or even what could potentially happen this week. All I can think of is how lucky I am to be the guy that gets to be next to her tonight.