[oom] Dream A Little (Victoria Cays)

[justcallmefee]

Ramon had spent a week in the cells, and she'd visited him every day.  Security had let her through the barrier to check on him, but only for a few minutes.  It'd been enough to see to it that he had enough pills to keep him set.  And a book or seven.  (She knows he likes to read, even if he'd never admit it out loud.)

She spent the week sleeping in her flat.  Well, not so much sleeping as doing battle with unconsciousness.  She'd barely eaten anything at all, and had taken to running like a woman possessed, doing ten miles a day easily.  She spent the other hours shadowboxing or working the heavy bag, anything to physically exhaust herself.  And in the end, it didn't matter.

Without him here, she had her first run of nightmares in a long time.  Once they had their teeth in her, they didn't seem to want to let go.  She dreamt of the cold dark hole, of feeling her fingers and toes go numb and grey with gangrene.  She dreamt of Michael McBride, laughing as he boarded a helicopter, taking off and trailing a stream of cash behind him over the dull brown rooftops of Dublin. 

She dreamt of making love to Ramon, of being beneath him, lost in that slow coiling ecstasy, when his body began to shift, grow heavier above her.  She felt her hands smoothing over the muscles of his back, feeling his skin turn into thick black fur.  She dreamt of the panther's jaws against her throat, felt the blood dripping off his teeth.  She felt the caress of his hands turn into the slice of his talons, felt him sink those teeth into her throat, felt her body jerk like a rag doll as he tore into her flesh.  That dream made her wake up screaming.

She dreamt of kissing his younger self, of looking into his dark eyes and seeing the depths of her heart there, reflected back to her.  A moment of real hope.  She dreamt of watching that light go out, and seeing him smirk at her, cold and distant. 

She dreamt of holding the infant Emanuel in her arms while he slept, her fingertip stroking his cheek.  In that dream, he slowly became transparent and faded away, leaving her holding nothing but an empty blanket.

So by the time he'd served his week and was done, his desire to return to the island was very much welcome.  She was drawn thin and tired from lack of sleep.  All she wanted to do was swim and doze on a beach towel in the brutal summer sun. 

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[justcallmefee]

It's funny that. She always wants him. Always.

So when she feels him shift, her grip at his neck tights and she gasps, laughing under her breath as he carries her.

Her teeth fix on his earlobe and she sighs, murmuring softly in Gaelic against his skin.

[latino_menace]

He's only in shorts and she's only wearing a wrap so there's no delay. He just walks them straight into the hot water and puts her down, pushing her hair back before taking her face in his hands and kissing her firmly.

[justcallmefee]

She sighs as the hot water hits her skin, and then he takes her face between his palms, and she moans.

He feels so good. He is the best kind of drug, flowing into her like sunlight, washing away all the cobwebs and all the shrapnel.

Her hands weave in his hair, and her knee rises along his, her heel hooking behind his thigh, twining herself around him.

[latino_menace]

His eyes are closed when he pulls back maybe half a centimetre, swallowing deeply as the pulse of arousal starts to make his cock twitch.

'I want you, Fi,' he tells her straight, a hand going to her ass to keep her against him where it counts. 'I want you on my cock.'

[justcallmefee]

Her hips angle into him, and her breath hitches. Her hands grip him tighter as that slow fire licks up her spine.

"I want you in me," she breathes. "Please."

[latino_menace]

He grins and yanks at the wrap, pulling it off and throwing it aimlessly out of the way. But then he's torn. Sit down and have her ride him? Turn her around and kneel? He can't make up his mind which he wants more.

So he kisses her, letting himself harden with the anticipation, enjoying the sun beating down and the water swirling around their thighs.

'How do you want it? Your choice.'

[justcallmefee]

She laughs against his mouth, never breaking the kiss. She catches his lower lip between her teeth and swipes her tongue along it before pressing for more. He kisses like he fucks, with a glorious abandon, and she loves every moment of it.

When he asks, she falls back a little, green eyes wide with anticipation. She urges his shorts down over his hips, careful not to touch his aching erection just yet, even though she really wants to.

"Make yourself comfortable," she says, waiting for him to sit back. When he's down, she turns her back to him, looking over her shoulder to meet his gaze. "Like this?"

She straddles his thighs, her hands resting on his knees, the cleft of her ass brushing along his length. It's one of her favourite positions, because it means his hands have full access, and she can still reach his mouth to kiss. (And he knows she loves the feel of his teeth in her shoulders, too.)

[latino_menace]

'...mmmyeah.'

His hands find her tits immediately - God, does he love her tits - and he starts playing with her nipples, stroking and pinching them lightly until they harden. He bites down lightly on her protruding shoulderblade (too thin) and after a few minutes of toying, one hand wanders down her stomach and over her ribs, just enjoying her skin for the sake of it.

'Still beautiful, even if you need to put a couple of pounds back on.'

[justcallmefee]

She glances back, a touch of worry in her eyes, quickly soothed by his touch. She leans into his hands, her hips already starting to move, gentle undulations, like the rolling water around them. They fit together so well, she thinks. He makes her feel safe.

She leans back against his chest, turns her head to kiss his ear, her hands caressing the backs of his arms.

"I want you, caro. Need you." Always.

[latino_menace]

He lets out a quiet breath at the feel of her pushing against his hard-on but doesn't encourage her on to it yet. He wants her, of course, but is suddenly in no rush. He's quite happy to play with her a while because he loves it when she comes apart completely from what he's done to her.

'You can have me. In a minute.'

His wandering hand makes the journey to her clit, seeking it out and exposing it to the bubbles roiling around them.

[justcallmefee]

She doesn't make a sound, but he can feel the tremor go through her small frame. Her head falls back against his shoulder and a quick glance shows she's biting her lower lip, holding her breath.

"Not just your cock. You." The words are short, tiny gasps, in time with that teasing touch.

"Talk to me. I love -- your voice." She spreads wider for him, giving him everything he wants.

[latino_menace]

'Thought I told you you already did,' he murmurs against her neck, biting into it lightly to accentuate his words.

And she does, at the moment. He knows that. He wouldn't be here if she didn't. But that can be put aside for the moment, as he spreads her folds to the water and starts dipping his fingers into her, pressing her clit gently every now and again with the pad of his thumb.

'I'm going to make you come so hard you see stars. I fucking love watching you ride my cock, Fi. You squeeze it so tight, you have no idea.'

He's all teeth and tongue, licking and biting and sucking at her neck and shoulder, breathing hard into her skin as she presses against his erection and sends tremors through his swollen balls as she writhes on him.

'I'm going to mess you up so good. Going to shoot all over your pussy, fucking drown you in it.'

Someone's obviously in a down-and-dirty kind of mood today.

[justcallmefee]

The sharp sensation of his teeth at the side of her neck hits her like pure fire. She gasps, and arches into his touch. His words pour over her senses, along with the thrill of his filthy mouth and his penetrating fingers. It isn't long before she's moaning softly, nodding her head. Even in the water, he can feel how slick she is, how swollen her pearl is under his thumb.

Her hand slips between their bodies, catching his cock beneath the water, slowing stroking down to the base of him.

She doesn't want to put it aside. She wants to write it in his skin, wants to burn it into his bones, wants him to feel it as strongly as she does. And she doesn't know how to do that any other way than this, just by being with him, surrendering to this sweet firestorm sweeping through her body.

"Yes, caro, yes, please. Feels so good, want you deep inside me, God you're so fucking hard. Don't stop, don't ever stop, want to watch you come all over me. Feel you, hot and sticky on my skin."

[latino_menace]

He presses his face to the side of her head as her hand strokes up him, his nose breathing in the warmth behind her ear, mouth against the flushed skin of her neck. There's a deep groan that turns into something like a growl, vibrating through them both as he visualises what it'll be like, having her watch him spray his load between her spread legs, seeing those trails of white spunk sliding over her cunt.

She'll be able to feel the effect his little fantasy is having straight away; if she thought he was hard before he's practically iron now, pulsing under her touch and aching for it. He'd wanted to play longer but he can't stop himself any more; he's driving his fingers deep into her, burying them in her slick hole, rubbing firm over her clit.

'Fuck Fi, get on my cock. Ride it, ride it hard. I need your pussy, fucking get on me and show me how fucking tight you are, you take me so good, I swear to God you're never going to take another cock as long as you live, ride me Fi...'

[justcallmefee]

She feels it, feels it in his breath, feels his cock growing thicker and hotter, feels the way his hands dig into her flesh, pleasure and pain mingling, driving her higher still.

It's his words that make her cry out, a lustful, desperate sound torn from her throat. Her free hand fumbles for a grip on his neck, lifting herself up and pressing her hips back, guiding him along the length of her slit.

His fingers give up their play only at the last moment, and she feels that thick head align with her cunt. She eases down, her voice rising as she takes him in. Small increments, slicking his skin so he can slip deeper, feeling him fill her, stretch her, wondering not for the first time if she can take him all. Her hand flutters in his hair, and he can feel the ecstasy coiling through her body like an arc of electricity.

As long as you live...

All the way down, until she can't take any more, squeezing him with all her strength, holding him there until she can catch her breath. And only then does she begin to move.

[latino_menace]

'Ohhhhshit...'

He nearly loses it when she slides over the crown, his thigh muscles spasming like they've been shocked, balls swelling and tightening under her pert little ass. There's a strained, ragged yell and he catches himself at the last second, forcing his brain to something more mundane, remembering to breath deep to spread the tension. She slips so slowly, stretches out around him and that vibration in her core lights him up like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.

'JesusfuckingChrist, I love your cunt, sweetest cunt I've ever had, move Fi, I need to feel you come on it, pour it out on my big cock...'

He's thrusting up into her hard and fast, a neverending litany of filth dripping from his mouth between gasps and moans, one hand tight on a tit and the other flicking feather strokes over her exposed clit, right on it, giving her no escape.

'...wanna hear you scream for me, let me hear how much you love it Fi, tell the world how good it feels to ride me like this, love it don't you, love taking my cock, let me hear it Fi...'

[justcallmefee]

He growls and she moves, grinding on his length, her body bowed with the effort of striving for him. That feather light assault on her clit sends licks of white hot sensation cascading down her thighs, and the pounding she's getting is doing the rest, driving her up and up and up.

She touches the hand at her tit and tips her head back, lifting her hair off her neck, barely able to speak for the moaning sighs he's drawing from her. Again, she touches his hand, guiding it to her hair, hissing as he takes a firm grip, arching her head back. He can feel the hard pulse of her arousal around his cock as he pulls her back on his cock.

He's glorious, and she closes her eyes, letting go a savage cry, her voice thick with lust and murder.

[latino_menace]

Her body taut like a bowstring, arched perfectly and he relishes the sight of it, from her hair bunched in his fist, to the curve of her back to those magnificent tits thrust out to the sky, bowing down to where they meet at the centre, the throbbing heartbeat of ecstacy that threatens to explode at any minute.

As she cries out, he lets out a muffled groan, his teeth in her shoulder as he fucks her without mercy, lost to everything but the almost unbearable pleasure she's milking from his rigid dick, held in check only by refusing to think of it, focusing instead on the lines of her body, the swell of those tits that he's aching to get his mouth on, the way he'd give anything in the world right now to feel her come on him, to let loose that pleasure and just break.

'...I'm going to spread you out and lick my come right off your pussy, Fi, I'm going to eat you until you pass out, get my tongue right in that hot little hole and make you squeal, I want you all over my fucking face Fi, you taste so good; you like what I'm doing to your clit Fi, because that's going to be my tongue soon, I just want to see you with your legs open wide and begging me to eat you because I know you love it...'

He just can't stop talking, letting out these things he wants to do to her, that he's been dreaming about all this time he's been unable to touch her, all those nights where he could hardly bear to think about her because she gets him so hard. He's been dreaming of the way she goes wild for him and he wants to see it now, wants to hear her and feel it, make her know that no other man can do what he does to her.

[justcallmefee]

Every word, every filthy image, drives her wild. She makes him use his strength, meeting and matching violence with sweet, perfect violence. He's never seen her so far gone in all the time they've been together.

The more he talks, the higher she gets. She loves this, loves the sound of his voice and the promises he's making. The long muscles of her body cord and strain, her wet skin glistening in the twilight, less a woman, more an elemental of fire or water, twisting and unfurling in ecstasy, impaled on his cock.

One hand grips his wrist where he keeps a tight grip on her hair, the other covers his hand at the crux of her thighs, the eye of the storm, guiding him until she just can't think anymore.

His teeth fix in her shoulder and she keens, bucking hard against him, pleasure ripping through her body like high yield explosives, a series of waves pulsing out from her centre, radiating through ever inch of her body.

[latino_menace]

He laughs darkly, panting, eyes glittering in the half-light, his fingers mixing and tangling with hers over her clit until he can't tell which of them is touching what.

'Ohfuckyes, that's it that's good, come for me, good girl you come so hot, keep going, keep touching it Fi, you're not done yet...'

He withdraws his hand while she's still bucking, slides it between their bodies and presses a finger gently into her ass while she's still high, wanting her to feel it from all angles, wanting to possess her completely and utterly tonight.

'Don't stop yet, you've got more in you, I'm not going to stop making you come tonight Fiona, not until you beg me to, fuck you've got a tight ass but I like your pussy best, so tight and sweet and wet, cant wait to mess it up...'

His words are strained, growled into her ear, against her neck, his hand still holding her hair tight. She might not even be able to hear them over her orgasm but he can't stop, they're arousing him and holding him back in equal measure, giving him something to focus on other than the blinding pleasure.

'And after I've eaten it all out, I'm taking you to bed, gonna make love to you all night, nice and slow, fill you up and show you how a real man does it because you're fucking mine Fi, no one else is touching you again, no one...'

[justcallmefee]

Her breath hitches in her chest, choking back a sob of relief and abject joy. She's shaking with aftershocks and he's pressing her, pushing her still, and all she's ever wanted was this, right here, right now. She's still riding him, grinding on him, pressing him deep, rocking between his cock and that sweet penetrating finger in her ass.

She can't move her head, he has her held so tight, so perfect in his grip, she's free to soar. Her hands skim down her breasts, nails raking down the tight skin of her stomach, beneath the water. She continues on, her fingers delving down to stroke the base of his cock, feeling where he disappears into her body, her thumbs fondling her clit.

At his last few sentence, just as she was beginning to relax, he feels her head rock back into his hand, feels her reach for him, dragging him into a fierce kiss. She can't draw enough breath to scream, but the sound still pours from her, smothered against his mouth.

[latino_menace]

He lets go of her hair finally, that arm going around her and pulling her tight against him, drinking in her scream as he kisses her hard. His movement in her slows but doesn't stop, his finger still works carefully inside her but he lets her ride at her own pace now, knowing that he's getting to the place where he's not going to be able to hold himself back and getting ready to move because he meant what he said, and this particular fantasy needs to be played out.

But he can wait a little longer, he thinks. It's easy to get distracted by a kiss like this one.

[justcallmefee]

Her hands cover his, and she melts back against him, muscles trembling, her breathing shallow and ragged. Her heart is pounding, and as she rides, she can feel the hard curve of his cock inside her, a delicious counterpoint to the hot swipe of his tongue against hers. And that sweet little tease behind, keeping her stimulated, keeping that sweet fire teasing along her nerve endings.

All of this is nothing compared to the way her head and her heart are reeling, overwhelmed by his words. Her hand rises to his cheek, and she whispers against his mouth.

"More. Please."

[latino_menace]

He laughs, quiet and desperate, and starts thrusting again, slow at first but building, steadily building, feeling her tighten around him once more and work on driving him out of his damn mind.

He'd talk but he's kissing her again, arm crushing her tight to him still, not letting her escape as he keeps giving it to her.

[justcallmefee]

She moans against his mouth, lost in the sweet onslaught, lost in him.

His strength, his hunger drive her on, and she cries out in time with his thrusts, striving for him all over again. She grips him with her thighs, grips him with her cunt, and her nails bite into his skin, wherever she can get a hold. He's devouring her and she wants nothing more than to be consumed by him.