[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]

Another kiss, another shuddering breath, and she grins against his mouth, never opening her eyes. Her hands move over his skin, stroking, caressing. Telling him again with her fingertips, with the sharp edges of her nails, with the soft heat of her mouth.

"Never."

He's lit a fire in her, and he can feel the heat of it under his hands, feel it coiling through her body like it was that first near miss.

[latino_menace]

He starts moving his mouth down her body, intending to make good on his promise back in the hot tub. His lips get waylaid by her tits though and he lingers there a while, tonguing over her nipples until they stand erect, his fingers working inside her now to keep her going until he gets there. His touch is still gentle but insistent, not letting her relax, making her body respond to him because he seriously wants her to have her fill tonight, work her until she can't take any more.

[justcallmefee]

Every swipe of his tongue, every graze of his teeth, draws another soft cry from her lips. Her head tips back and her hands find their home in his hair, fingernails drawing lightly along his scalp, wanting to wake up his skin. Her hips rock against his hand, the strong muscles of her cunt working his fingers over good. Her knees shift and part, the soft sole of her foot caressing down his hip.

She can feel that determination in his touch, as sure as she can feel his voice humming against her skin. Whatever he wants from her, it's his for the taking.

[latino_menace]

He takes his time, smiling against her skin at the reactions he's getting, pushing in and out of her a little faster as he trails his lips down her stomach. He sucks and licks all the way down, and does when he reaches her clit too, playing her with the ease of experience and knowledge of her body, knowing what she likes and how she likes it, how soft and fast and gentle and rough.

But he doesn't rush. He wants her to be nothing but a mass of nerve endings, a blinded, incoherent mess by the time he's finished with her tonight.

[justcallmefee]

He knows her so well, knows just how to make her sing, how to steal her breath away. Her hips rise, dancing against his hot mouth, honey slick and sweet. He's taking her up so slowly, she can't help but just let go, the long muscles of her thighs trembling, her stomach muscles fluttering under his palm. The longer he goes, the quieter she gets, her muscles getting tighter, her breath hitching.

"Please, caro. Please."

Her hands tighten in his hair, her heels digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer still, her body writhing helplessly under his mouth.

[latino_menace]

He says a silent no in his head and just keeps playing; tonguing her clit gently and rubbing gentle strokes over her g-spot, loving the way she's writhing for him. He loves doing this, the way she closes him in and traps him where she wants him, the way he can light her up like a firework and make her explode at will. The way he can make her beg, prolong it or bring her on as he chooses.

It's the best kind of power and one he intends to exploit without mercy tonight.

[justcallmefee]

She can't get enough breath to whimper, and he gives her no choice but to surrender, to submit to his desire to completely unravel her.

He holds her so tightly, holds her in the cherry of the flame, teasing her so deliciously with tastes of white hot sensation. She can feel his voice rumble through her skin, can feel his breath. She struggles, because it is in her nature to struggle, to strive for that little bit more touch, but he is in control.

It's another long span of minutes, and then she begins to hit muscle failure. Her hands relax their grip in his hair, and sweep up her body, covering her face. All she can do is twitch and groan and plead under her breath.

[latino_menace]

And he doesn't stop. This is the point he was waiting for, where he'd start doing it properly, see just how far he can push her.

His lips close around her clit and start to suck, gentle but firm, humming out a vibration on that hot little nub. And his fingers speed, become firmer, more pressure where he knows it feels best.

No escape, tonight.

[justcallmefee]

Her body rocks in time with those small movements, as if he had her on puppet strings. Her skin tingles, and her heart is pounding like she's run a marathon. She pants, shallow and ragged, pinned to whichever point on the spectrum he wants to put her at.

She has no control, but she's still fighting. Her head falls back and her spine arches off the bed, her hips trying to pull away now, forcing him to use his strength to hold her.

[latino_menace]

He does use his strength; he loops his free arm around a thigh and holds her on his shoulder, his face pressed into her so he can hardly breath, not letting her move away. He has no intention of stopping until she begs him to or blacks out.

[justcallmefee]

When she breaks, it's a slow motion detonation, coiling up from somewhere deep in her body. It takes her like a lick of flame curls a piece of paper, stealing her breath and making her entire body go rigid in his grasp.

He keeps going and she convulses, hard and strong, each pulse lasting a full three count. She's gasping for air, and the edges of her vision start to fold in. All she can feel is the relentless heat of his mouth and the overwhelming pleasure boiling through her in decadent hard waves.

[latino_menace]

He groans in pleasure at the feel of her climax, his hands on her and in her and his face against her get more than enough proof of how hard it hits. And with a long build up like that, he knows she can keep going, knows she has more than one left in her. So he doesn't stop; if anything he presses more firmly to see what else she can give, tongue light and flicking now, fast and relentless.

[justcallmefee]

The hard pulses give way to electric shocks of pleasure, each one a molten lick of hot plasma along her nerves spun out bright and sweet by that flickering tongue. She melts back to the bed, keening now, for all she can barely draw a breath. Her skin is flushed, a sheen of sweat covering her entire body, and her hands flutter around his head, trying to caress, to push him away, to hold him still in one place.

They come like a string of firecrackers now, vivid explosions that make her thighs tremble, make her moan like some kind of wounded animal. She pleads, though whether it's for him to stop or to never stop, it's impossible to tell.

[latino_menace]

He's going to take it as never stop though it's hard to hear anything at all now, he's almost as lost in her pleasure as she is, just wanting to see her give more.

She has a favourite spot, he knows, one little place at the side of her clit and it's that he goes to now, focusing everything on it. His world has contracted to the taste and smell of her, the juice on his hand, the legs wrapped around his head. He's not sure he'd be able to stop if she wanted him to.

[justcallmefee]

That very specific touch makes her light up all over again, a harsh cry torn from her lips. Her thighs and ass go taut, the very bones of her body vibrating with the sensory overload. It's edging on pain now, and that doesn't make it any less sweet.

His fingertips dig into the flesh of her hips and when he growls, she shatters. She drifts apart, nothing but pure ecstasy flowing through her veins like fire. She can feel his hand stroking inside her from a great distance, can feel his weight pinning her down, pinning that part of her that is flesh and bone, but she's slipping away from it.

"Love, my love, stop. Have to. Stop."

It's all she can do to find the words, her breath still shuddering in her chest, and a storm of aftershocks still racking her frame.

[latino_menace]

He laughs quietly and pulls back an inch or two, slipping his hand from her and looking up the length of her body with amused eyes.

'Been waiting to hear you say that for a long time.'

More than a year and he's finally broken her.

[justcallmefee]

She's not even going to argue. Her eyes are closed and the expression on her face is transcendent. She's not really back in her body quite yet, but she can hear his laughter and she can't help but smile in return.

Her hand reaches down to touch his, and he can feel her shaking still.

She's just going to lie here and try to remember how to fit back in her skin.

[latino_menace]

He crawls up her body, licking all the way, coming to rest beside her with a leg still between hers, pressing his hard-on in to her hip. But he can wait and she obviously needs some time to recover so he just lights a smoke, smug as can be, taking a long drag before holding it to her lips. Saves her the bother of stealing it.

[justcallmefee]

She licks her lips and takes a drag, her hand coming up to hold his wrist in a weak grip. She exhales a contented sigh, eyes still closed. She's exquisitely aware of his touch, of his heat against her skin.

"Not done yet. Just, gimme a sec."

[latino_menace]

He laughs again, quiet.

'If you're not done, why'd you stop me?'

[justcallmefee]

She laughs too, breathless still, her limbs suffuse with molten sunlight. Her legs shift against his, skin caressing skin.

"You. Promised. And you're. Not Done."

She's never going to admit he actually wore her out.

[latino_menace]

She doesn't have to, the fact that she's still breathless gives her away. Normally she recovers far quicker.

'That's right, I did.'

He pulls her hand down, placing it firmly on his cock.

'But you can get me off just like this if you can't take any more.'

There might be a hint of challenge there, along with a genuine roundabout way of saying it's OK to say 'enough' and mean it.

[justcallmefee]

She moans as she feels his skin, hot and silken under her palm. Her hand curls around him, her grip light, teasing. Languid and slow, she rolls towards him, nuzzling against his chest, painting his skin with small kisses.

"Finish your smoke."

[latino_menace]

He grins and lets her move at will, enjoying the feel of her mouth. He takes his time with the cigarette, letting it burn slow, just like he is. When it's down to the filter, he extends an arm to drop it in the ashtray by the bed, then moves it down to rest over her body.

'All yours.'

[justcallmefee]

He says it so casually, like it's nothing. Like she should already know this simple fact. Like it's not more than she ever expected from him.

Her eyes close and she breathes in his scent, her hand never stilling, taking it just as slowly as he did with her. She turns her face up to his, brushing her lips across his mouth, his scent mingling with her own musk still clinging to his lips.

Just a kiss, a simple kiss. An invitation. A promise.