[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 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.

[latino_menace]

He meant it in a far less meaningful way but no matter, the way she takes it is true enough as well. And he's not getting hung up on words tonight anyway, not when she's touching him so sweet and he can lie his head down on his arm and let her kiss him, just enjoy the easy rub of her hand.

[justcallmefee]

Her fingers mark the inner curve of his shaft, her thumb stroking along that ridge, occasionally brushing the sweet spot, just a bit of pressure to keep him rising. Every so often, her hand strays to caress between his legs, cupping and fondling his balls, weighing them in her palm.

After a long few minutes, she dips her fingers between her own legs, slicking her fingers and returning to wet that velvety soft skin over his erection.

"You're still so hard, caro."

There's a touch of wonder in her voice at the observation.

[latino_menace]

'S'what you do to me.'

And as she's noticed in the past, he enjoys giving oral almost as much as receiving it.

His eyes are half-closed in pleasure at the slow attention, easing him up notch by notch, a gradual ascent that's just as much fun as a quick, hard one.

[justcallmefee]

"What I do to you." Her voice echoes his words back to him, almost dreamlike.

Another kiss, another slow caress, her touch growing firmer, long strokes all along his length. Her lips trail down his jaw, and she rolls half above him, nuzzling the hollow beneath his ear, her knee hooking over his thigh, holding him still.

[latino_menace]

She pulls a moan from him with that, almost inaudible but definitely there, and his heart starts to beat faster as her hand gets firmer.

'Yeah. All you.'

[justcallmefee]

She's pressed against him from shoulder to ankle, no space at all between them. Her hand still moves, slipping and sliding, pressing and pulling, and even though he's taken her to the very end of her endurance, her hips still rock in time with her movements.

Her teeth graze the top of his shoulder, tracking back along his collarbone, her breath hot against his skin.

"Want you, caro. Want you in me. Want to feel you coming deep inside me."

[latino_menace]

'Mmmyeah, I want to get in you.'

He smiles a little breathlessly, sinking under the practised motions she's plying him with.

'Can you take it, though?'

[justcallmefee]

She hums, smiles against his skin. "For you, anything."

She doesn't think she can come again, but she doesn't need to.

[latino_menace]

He shifts his head to look at her properly, hypre-aware of his cock throbbing in her small hand.

'The point isn't to make you hurt.'

He wants her, of course he does. But he's not trying to do her a damage.

[justcallmefee]

"You won't, if you go easy." She steals another kiss, slow and sultry. "Think you can go easy on me?"

Her hands tighten on him. She wants him too, and she knows she can take it.

[latino_menace]

'I expect so. If I try really hard.'

He returns the kiss in kind, using the distraction to pull her over him so she's lying down the length of his body.

'Or just slip it in like this. If you've got the energy, you can set the pace.'

[justcallmefee]

She's still warm and supple, all her muscles pliable underneath his touch, and she melts when he pulls her close. Her hand never releases her grip as her knees part, and her hips shift to align with his. There's a hitch in her breath when she drags the hard head across her sensitised slit.

Endurance in the bedroom is where all that running pays off.

She teases him for a long glorious moment, making sure his skin is wet and slick before finally guiding him into her pussy. Her breath exhales in a long slow moan of arousal as she settles around him.

[latino_menace]

'Ahhhhyeah.'

If this is what running does, he's all for her doing a marathon every fucking day. And even soaking wet and exhausted, she fits around him like a glove, immediately ratcheting his tension up another few degrees.

'Nice and slow, Fi.'

[justcallmefee]

She nods again, her eyelids falling half shut as he takes hold of her hips. Her hands hold her up just enough to see his face, her pace languid as breathing. She takes him deep, pressing her hips down, feeling her body stretch until he fills her completely. Only then do her hips begin that subtle rise and fall.

"Kiss me."

[latino_menace]

He nods and complies, a long, slow tangle of lips and tongue, the sort of kiss you can drown in and that's what it feels like as she starts to ride him, that easy push-and-pull that's so familiar and yet so new and exciting every damn time.

'Feels good,' he murmurs eventually, aware that his skin is starting to flush with arousal, the slighest sheen smoothing their bodies as she rocks him.

[justcallmefee]

That kiss soothes and enflames her, drives her higher and anchors her to the moment.

"All yours," she breathes, her expression becoming more intent by the moment. She rests her forehead on his shoulder, rocking back and forth, determined to feel him unravel beneath her, wanting to give that to him.

[latino_menace]

She's not going to have to wait long if she keeps this up. He's breathing harder and since she's looking away now, he closes his eyes and lets the waves of pleasure start to build. He's careful to keep his hands light on her hips but it's an effort; to compensate he starts pushing back, just a little, hopefully not enough to make her uncomfortable.

'Are you done? Or you want me to hold off?'

Considerate, see?

[justcallmefee]

Her hands tighten on his biceps, and her thighs grip his hips, albeit with less strength than usual. She lowers her mouth to his skin, tasting him with hot open-mouthed kisses, like she can taste his pleasure, like he is the most delicious thing she has ever experienced. He starts to move and she moans, the sound the farthest from pained as it's possible to get.

"Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

He can guess by the urgency in her hands and in her voice, she doesn't want him to hold off.

[latino_menace]

He nods, a quick, sharp movement and moves harder, meeting her rocking with more force. He's quiet but no less intense for it and it's only two minutes or so before she's making him pulse; one more and he grabs her hips hard to still her, pushing into her hard one last time as he lets go with a strained moan and the muscles cording on his neck.

He's quiet afterwards too, just breathing hard, letting it wash through him and enjoying the ride.