[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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[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.

[latino_menace]

He breks off the kiss to groan, deep and hard, and she squeezes him again, feeling his control start to slip. It's a downhill road from there but he'll hold as long as he can, his forehead now pressed to the side of her head, panting hard against her cheek. He can feel the bite of her nails at random places, like little burns that twist him up inside, unable to anticpate where the next will come and moaning when it strikes.

'...soon, Fi.'

He's not going to be able to hold this, but he's trying.

[justcallmefee]

Every breath tears another cry from her throat, and every stroke, short and sharp, sends another searing jolt of pleasure arcing through her body. He's holding her so tight, his body curled around her, filling her senses.

And his words -- his claim on her still rings in her ears. He kisses her shoulder and her face twists in a grimace of ecstasy. Her whole body goes rigid and she's shattering around him again, his embrace the only thing that keeps her from flying off into a million shards of heat and light.

[latino_menace]

'OhhhJesusfuck...'

He doesn't want to ruin her third orgasm so he doesn't push her up and off him but God, it's close. He's fighting himself every step of the way, knowing that cracks are starting to widen in the dam, the arm tight around her the only thing anchoring him to where they are.

'Gotta move Fi, soon as you're ready. Up on the edge. Gotta come, want you to watch it.'

[justcallmefee]

Her legs have turned to jelly, and she can barely see straight, but she nods, feeling his hands guiding her off his thick cock and over to the edge. Her hands fumble along the edge and she turns, reaching for him, hands skimming over his face, brushing his hair back so she can paint his cheeks with soft kisses, her breath still ragged and shallow.

"Show me. I want to see."

Her knees part and the soles of her feet trace down his hips and thighs.

[latino_menace]

He moves so he's on his knees in the water, stretching up and kissing her roughly with a groan; rises and tries to control his breathing as she runs her feet over his legs. A hand goes to her sternum and he pushes her back to get her to half-lean back, so she's open to him but can look down and see it all. He's so fucking hard he doesn't want to grab his cock and pull it down, it's easier to brace his left arm on one side of her, grip the edge and lean over.

'Lean back. Lean back and look what you did to me.'

He's almost coming already with no touch at all, a steady stream of precome wetting the engorged head; he visibly winces when he takes himself in hand and starts a slow stroke, hardly moving at all.

It takes no time at all. Slow becomes a quick jerk in a matter of seconds and his eyes squeeze shut, her name stuttering from his lips as he pulses and lets go, shooting all over her waiting cunt in messy streams that he feels like will never stop.

[justcallmefee]

The night air stole the heat of the jacuzzi away in moments, and the hot splash of come against her still tingling skin makes her gasp and hiss. She watches with wide dark eyes as he tenses, and before she can draw another breath, he's pulsing, shooting all over her lower belly, his face screwed up with the intensity of it. She knows better than to touch just yet, but god how she wants to.

Leaning back still, her hand plays down her stomach, her fingertips trailing through that sticky sweetness, marking idle circles. She moans with the decadence of it, looking up into his face, waiting to see for himself.

She lifts up, her forehead resting against his. "Yours," she breathes.

[latino_menace]

His muscles relax and there's a loose grin, pulling a breath in before opening his eyes and taking in the evidence, watches her fingers playing.

'Yeah. Mine.'

He just marked his territory and she's not going anywhere now, not as long as he's got a say in it. His kiss is fierce but not rough this time, a hand pushing her hair back and cupping her cheek.

[justcallmefee]

She meets that kiss, drinks from his mouth like she's dying of thirst and he's the last sweet drop of water in the world. There's a fire in her touch, in her very breath. Perhaps this is the reaction he was expecting when he told her he wanted her before, told her that he wasn't just killing time, that he chose to be with her.

Her clean hand comes up to touch his cheek, and she's laughing through tears, still kissing him even as she speaks.

"Where. On Earth. Did that come from?"

[latino_menace]

It's much more like it. But he's not remembering that now, not thinking of anything but the warm afterglow seeping through him and her kisses.

'Don't know.'

His fingers run through his own mess on her belly, scraping a light line. He'd meant to follow through on his earlier promise but no way is he licking all that up. So he sits back and pulls her into the water with him instead.

'But I take it you're not complaining?'

[justcallmefee]

She hopes that's the only promise he's backing out on this evening.

"Do I look like I'm complaining, caro?" Her voice is sultry and honey dark, thick with emotion. She follows him down, lips brushing along his jaw, her hands twined around his neck, her forehead pressed against his temple.

She wants to tell him again, wants to confess her heart's desire to him, but she won't. Beneath the water, his hand dips between her legs to wash away the evidence, and she draws a shuddering breath, nerve endings still sparkling with sensation. If he can't feel it written in every line of her body, then, there's really nothing she can do to change that.

[latino_menace]

He laughs quietly and dips his head to bite gently at her neck as his hand cleans her up gently. He loves that she's still responsive after that and while he might need a bit of recovery time, the way he's nipping at her should let her know that it won't be long.

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers card through his hair, her hands still shaking. She brushes kisses over the shell of his ear, taking his earlobe gently between sharp teeth, her tongue tasting his skin.

"Can we take this inside? I think my legs have gone all wobbly."

She'd really just love to sprawl on the bed and catch her breath.

[latino_menace]

'Sure.'

He'd be offended if her legs weren't wobbly by now. And seeing as they as, when he stands its with her in his arms, carrying her out just like he carried her in.

A minute later she's deposited on the bed and he's lying half over her, slipping a leg between hers and kissing her again.

'Better?'

[justcallmefee]

"Better," she agrees, breathless.

She likes this being carried to bed thing. It's new and wonderful and she's still drunk off the last half hour of his filthy mouth and god, what the hell was that? She can't think, doesn't want to think, doesn't want to get caught in the same downward spiral of heartsickness again.

He's well and truly claimed her, now. And from the feel of his touch, he's not done yet.

She sinks into that kiss again, curling beneath him, trying to get more skin against skin contact. She's still rippling with aftershocks, and his weight above her means she's free to move. She undulates softly beneath him, her legs sliding along his, her hands roaming over his shoulders, down his torso, reaching for his ass, just feeling him beneath her palms.

[latino_menace]

He chuckles against her throat, licking a line up to her ear where he stops to murmur,

'You alright?'

She seems all over the place. But in a good way.

[justcallmefee]

She nods, her head curling towards that wicked mouth.

"Better than all right. Just still reeling, that's all."

[latino_menace]

A nip at her earlobe, his thigh pressing up between her legs.

'I've made you come more times than that, before.'

Because she must mean from the sex, right?

[justcallmefee]

She smiles, shivers, her knees catching his and holding it tight against her, her hips rocking in a languid back and forth. Gently, her hands come back to his chest and she pushes him up so she can see his face.

"Yes, and you will again. But that's not why."

[latino_menace]

He looks confused.

'Then what?'

And very aware of that rocking of her hips.

[justcallmefee]

One hand reaches up and she brushes her fingertips across his lips. She feels like every cell in her body is full of light, pleasantly tingling. It's as if her whole body is one huge erogenous zone, and just the barest caress of his fingers will make her shimmer and explode all over again.

"You called me yours."

Her eyes sheen again, and she bites her lip, trying to get a grip.

[latino_menace]

Still confused but amused as well.

'Because you are.'

He didn't realise this was news.