Shackled

[EklectikChik]

Emma's nerves buzzed. She didn't find Laura's little wise crack very amusing, but it seemed like waiting even just one more day wasn't a very good option. Not after they had made their presence known so loudly. Clearing her throat, Emma stood, leaving Liam to sit and contemplate. His eyes dark and a sharp, just about the same way they were when they had first met and her heart went out to him. Had the medicine worn off so quickly?

With a soft sigh, she reached for Liam's alcohol while Laura seemed to move about his place with ease. As she returned, she noted that the tall blond was digging under Liam's bed, bringing out a small box of supplies. “A good doctor is always prepared.”

A twinge of jealous for a moment annoyed Emma. It was so blatantly obvious that Laura had stayed here regularly...as had Bonnie. Hell, she was wearing Bonnie's clothes! Suddenly she longed for her own clean and scuffed up attire, but tried not to be a baby about it. Forcing herself to see reason, she set the bottle of whiskey on the edge of the bench for Laura as she sashayed over and opened up the medical kit. Digging around, Laura's long slender fingers soon found a pair of tweezers and a sharp blade to do her dirty work. Next came some rubbing alcohol, bandages for both of them and a small bottle of anesthetic. “I'll just give you both a small local and hope for the best.”

Unable to help herself, Emma let out a little snort. Laura didn't take offense of course and set her supplies up, going to the kitchen to sterilize her equipment. Emma sat down on the edge of the bend and clasped her hands together. While not thrilled, she wanted it over with as soon possible.
I'm opting to go first, if that's alright. Because if I don't, you might have to hold me down.”

Laura chuckled from behind her. “Take a swig of whiskey!”

Emma smiled slightly, “Not a bad idea...though I prefer coffee with mine.”

Grasping the bottle she unscrewed the cap and locked eyes with Liam for a moment, then took a brave swig of the alcohol. It burned all the way down her throat and into her belly. She made a face and wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. “Gross.”

“Amateur.” Laura teased and came over to get her ready. Cool hands tugged her hair back away from her forehead. “This might be uncomfortable, but I need you to remain still. I'm going to inject a small amount of local anesthetic, then feel around to see if I can get a general location. I'm hoping it's superficial enough that I can feel it, then go right to work.”

Emma nodded, tilting her head up and automatically shutting her eyes as her fingers curled around the edge of the bench and took on a death grip.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Laura busied herself with preparations and Hansen watched Emma grab the whiskey bottle. He was surprised as he watched her take a swig of the whiskey. He was amused at the way she looked after drinking it. It was….cute. She bravely leant over and gripped the bench and waited for Laura to inject the local anaesthetic.

Hansen reached for his neck and felt the slight bump where the shackle had been shot into him.

Yep, it’s gonna hurt.

Thanks for the reassurance.

Hehehe.

You can laugh.

Hey, at least you’ll get Laura handling you. It’s been a while, shy boy.

Eh?

You know, like she used to.

Fuck off.

So eloquent. Hehehe.

Hansen heard a little groan from the bench and glanced over. Laura was starting to dig into Emma to retrieve the disabled shackle. Again, he rubbed the bump on his neck.

You know, I really am getting tired of you.

Really?

Yes. Really.

Who do you think put me here?

Put you here?

Yep.

You’re always speaking in riddles. Put you here. Made me. What the fuck are you going on about?

You’ll never find out if you keep taking the drug.

Palazonol?

Yep. You can walk around ignorant for the rest of your life. Or…..you can find out.

Find out what?

Who made you.

There you go again….

And who put me here.

Stop it.

And why.

Why?

I know you’re from Australia, but you really have to stop acting like a cockatoo and repeating what I say. Yes….why.

Hansen clenched his jaw and looked back to the women. In a way it was good that he’d been distracted. He couldn’t watch Emma in pain, not after all he’d done to protect her, even if was necessary.

Laura stood up from behind Emma.

“There. Done.”

She dropped a small metal object onto the bench and then placed a gauze over Emma’s wound.

“Press on that for a while, dear. You’ve been very brave. Once I remove Superman’s shackle, I’ll dress it with a fresh bandage and in no time you’ll be back to normal.”

Hansen looked into Emma’s eyes. They were a little moist and reddened, but she’d done very well to not cry out. He winked at her and nodded. Good girl.

She got up from bending over the bench and went and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. He saw Laura look away quickly, embarrassed at their intimacy.

Well, she’ll just have to get used to it.

Swapping glamazon for Dr. Nerd. You really have lost it.

Fuck off.

You really do need to broaden your vocabulary....

“Right,” said Hansen, standing up from the bed and clapping his hands together lightly. “I guess it’s my turn.”

Laura smiled.

“Yeah, big boy. And my turn. Finally.”

Hansen’s face reddened a little.

“Well, take it easy on me will you?”

“Oh, I always save my best for you,” said Laura with a sly grin. “Always….”

Hansen shook his head and walked to the bench. He picked up the bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap and took a large swig. In fact, it was probably three or four shots worth of whiskey in one swallow. Then, without saying anything, he leant over the bench.

“Geeez,” said Laura. “I said just to numb the pain, not pass out.” She paused. "Although I must say, you’re in a very attractive position. Just saying.”

Nothing can numb my pain.

He turned his head and looked at her and tried to smile, keeping the situation light.

“Maybe I’ll need counselling after all this.”

“I’d sure love to get into your head, see what I find there.”

“I’m not sure you would, Laura. Now get this fucking thing out of me.”

He gritted his teeth and waited for Laura to start her work. There was movement behind him.

“Now hold still,” she said with a giggle and giving him a light slap to his arse. “Nice butt too….for an old fellow.”

Hansen rolled his eyes and then felt Laura’s fingers on his neck and then the sharp sting of a scalpel. Good.

He smiled because it meant this was nearly over. Or nearly the beginning. It depended on your perspective. Finally.

He broke out into a bigger smile at the thought of starting the fight.

You really are a sick fuck. She’s sticking a knife in you and you’re smiling.

Hehehe. Once we’re finished here, I’m going to work.

Work?

I’m going to make every fucker who ever crossed me pay.

Wow. Every fucker?....Wow. Aiming high aren’t we?

You don’t know how high.

Of course I do. I’m in here remember. I just like asking rhetorical questions.

You do?

Don’t be a smart arse.

 

[EklectikChik]

It was over...at least for her. Liam's wink and soft quick kiss did more for her than the shot of whiskey, but she gave the other two some space. Holding the gauze in place, she ventured to the kitchen. It was a bit of a mess, but while Laura did some more digging and the two chit chatted, she made a fresh pot of coffee.

Within moments, Laura announced that she was finished and Liam had his own pressed to the wound. Emma was suddenly exhausted and gave the good doc a small smile that didn't quite read her eyes. “Thanks Laura.” She murmured as the tall blonde hovered between the two, making sure the cuts were clean and then properly bandaged before she put her things away.

Pressing a small bottle into Emma's hand, she flashed her a grin. “Just in case it starts to hurt. Take one every 4 hours as needed, but...don't over do it.”

Emma nodded slightly, “I won't.”

“Keep an eye on the big guy for me.”

Emma flushed and nodded again. “Yeah, will do.”
Satisfied, Laura switched her attention to Liam and Emma turned away, not wanting to see any displays of their own affection as you slipped into the bathroom. Putting the pain pills on the sink, she took a moment to relieve herself before freshening up and going through the motions. Thanks to Mrs. Chan, she was able to brush her teeth and her hair, untangling the knots until her hair lay like a thick silky curtain down her back, rich and shiny. She wanted a shower, but it could wait until the morning.

When at least she returned, Laura was making her way out. Breathing a small sigh of relief, she padded barefoot to the coffee pot and fixed them both a mug. Liam stood in the middle of the room with his hands jammed inside his pockets, his look unreadable.

“Liam?” She called out to him softly, watching his eyes flicker a second, then shift to her as she motion to his own mug. “Made it fresh.”

He didn't move right away and when he did, her pulse skittered about nervously. “Doing alright?” She asked him, tilting her head slightly as she asked him the question and holding the mug in both hands, taking a small sip.

 

[Fish_Tales]

The extraction of the disabled shackle was over quickly.

“There,” said Laura, pulling it out and dropping it onto the bench.

She applied the gauze pad to his neck.

“Hold that firm for a few minutes, then let it go as I’ve taped it. It doesn’t need much looking after. Not much more than a nick really.”

Hansen stood up pressing the bandage to his neck. Laura walked around to talk to Emma for a few moments and he could smell coffee.

Good old Emma.

Oh God, spare me.

Fuck you.

I see you neglected to take my vocabulary advice.

Damn fucking right. I’m not good at taking advice.

You think?

Now who’s asking rhetorical questions?

Emma left them for a moment to freshen up and get ready for bed.

Oh God, it gets worse. Bed?

Hansen smirked.

Man’s gotta sleep.

I don’t remember too much sleep happening the last time you were in bed with nerd lady.

Emma, mate. Her name’s Emma.

Yeah. Nerd lady.

“So….”

Laura.

“Oh yeah, thanks for that,” said Hansen.

She looked him in the eye, a serious look on her face.

“You know it wasn’t a problem,” she said, her voice husky all of a sudden.

“I know.”

She pursed her lips and then smiled.

“I could stay?”

“Emma’s here.”

“I know that,” she said. “I could stay.”

Hansen looked at her and shook his head.

“Emma’s here.”

Laura smiled, a bigger smile this time.

“Typical. I miss you.”

“I know.”

“But not enough for….?”

“No,” said Hansen, “not enough.”

“I’m here you know,” she said. “Right now.”

“I know.”

They looked at each other for a few seconds, but it felt like hours, their eyes exchanging information and memories that only they knew about.

“So,” said Laura, taking a slow breath, “for now it’s her and you?”

“It is.”

Laura nodded.

“So it is….I guess.”

Hansen loved Laura. She’d saved his life many times and he had saved hers. It was ironic. She could keep saving him, but she kept losing him.

“I’m, sorry,” he said.

She raised her hand to stop him and shook her head.

“Don’t,” she said. “Most guys would be desperate to have me, shit, they’d kill to have me, but the one guy I really want, doesn’t want me.”

Hansen looked at her, his heart pounding and his mind racing.

The nerd instead of Laura? You sure?

It is as it is.

Why do I bother?

Why do you?

Hansen nodded.

“I want you, but I love her.”

She chuckled.

“Supergirl left on the shelf?”

He smiled wanly.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Spare me,” said Laura, her eyes reddening. “I better go.”

Hansen looked at her and then at the ground and then back to her.

“Yes,” he said. “You better. Probably for the best.”

He stepped towards her and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“You know what?” she asked.

“What?”

“You may not love me yet, but I love you,” she said. “At least I’m fifty percent there. I just have to change your half of the equation.”

He smiled.

“My dear Laura....,” he said with a slight shake of his head. “Always working out the percentages and ever the optimist….but it won’t happen.”

“Not now,” she said softly, “but I’m patient.”

“I wouldn’t want you to waste your time waiting for something that probably won’t happen.”

“Better to have nothing of the perfect man than to fully have something less than perfect.”

He smiled.

“Perfect?” he said raising an eyebrow and smirking at her. “I’ll have to remember that next time we argue.”

Her face returned to its playful countenance and she placed her hands on her hips with a mock pout.

God, you’re beautiful, Laura. Perfect….but not for me….

“Well don’t expect me to repeat it,” she said. “Old man.”

“Hey, who are you calling….”

He quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her forward, landing a more substantial kiss on her lips. She was surprised, but she kissed him back just as strongly. They kissed for a few moments before he gently released her.

“Not bad I reckon….for an old man,” he said with a wink.

She sighed. “No, not bad.”

They stood in silence for a few moments.

“Well,” she said, “I better go. We all need our rest.”

He nodded.

“We do.”

Laura gave him one last smile and then turned and walked out of the door without looking back.

So you let her go? Just like that.

Yes. Just like that.

You know she’s yours….if you want her.

She’s not mine.

She is….and Bonnie.

Maybe you should become a matchmaker after all this is done. You seem to take a keen interest in my love life.

It’s not your love life, it’s what you’re meant to do.

Mean’t to do?

Questions again. Yes, meant to do. You can’t give back what you’ve been given.

Given?

Oh for fuck’s sake, Hansen. They’re yours. Now you’re mixed up with the scientist. The yin has been split from the yang.

Next you’ll be calling me grasshopper or little master. The yin split from the yang? Really, mate.

The balance has been upset. Like when Jess was there.

Don’t mention my wife.

But I have to. Was it fair on her?

I said I don’t want to talk about it.

Typical. It’s too hard so you’d rather blow something up or beat someone up.

Hansen shook his head.

Just don’t fucking mention my wife!

Hansen stood looking at the closed door Laura had left through and then he took a deep breath and looked at the floor for a few moments, trying to shake the confusion out of his mind.

“Liam?”

It was Emma.

He looked around at her and smiled. She’d freshened up and looked beautiful, as usual. She tilted her head towards a mug of coffee sitting on the bench and then back to him.

“Made it fresh,” she said. “Doing alright?”

His features softened. It was impossible to stay tense around her. He walked over towards the bench and decided he could with some coffee.

“Yes. I was just thinking about what we’re going to do next.”

She looked at him over her coffee, ever patient.

“But,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee, “we need to go to bed.”

He put the cup down and walked over to her. He hadn’t shaved for days and he was high from what the team was about to do, but he leant down and kissed her lips softly.

He pulled back to look at her.

“Now, whether it’s to sleep or not is entirely up to you, but we should definitely go to bed.”

He smiled and leant down again to kiss her, this time a little harder.

“Yes,” he murmured, “entirely up to you….”

 

[Story_Spinner]

Wrong account, sorry!

 

[EklectikChik]

A shiver of delight ran down Emma's spine as Liam kissed her, the second time showing her that perhaps he was in the mood for more than sleep. Carefully she set aside her coffee and wound her arms around his neck, pressing closer. "Are you sure?" She murmured softly, gazing up into his eyes.

The sexy smile that crossed his lips made her laugh and with a little hop, she managed to wrap her legs around him. Big hands automatically grasped her firm bottom as she pressed her mouth to his again and again, sighed and moaning softly as her tongue traced against his own.

After spending so much time with Laura and Bonnie, part of her wanted to rub herself shameless against him, to rub her scent on him, to claim him as her own. She knew it was silly, but at that moment, with his hands on her body and his mouth tasting her own she didn't care.

Pulling back to breath in a breath, she tightened her legs and nipped at his bottom lip. His growing beard scrapped along her skin, but she didn't care as she trailed her mouth over to his ear, breathing softly as she nipped at his earlobe and then dipped down over his neck. "Well come on then...take me to bed and tuck me in." She teased with a soft laugh.

Feeling safe and secure in his arms, she leaned back to look at him. Her smile was teasing, her eyes sparkling and her breaths already a little uneven. She was flushed and eager, happy to finally be alone with him again.

 

[Fish_Tales]

In moments she was as excited as a young girl and had jumped up into his arms. She was giggling and laughing and he hung onto her as she wrapped her legs around him.

They kissed.

And kissed.

And kissed....

"Well come on then...take me to bed and tuck me in,” she said, kissing him on the ear and neck.

Hansen smiled, each of his hands holding onto one of her small firm butt cheeks. He couldn’t remember being this happy. He might have been.

Once.

But he couldn’t remember when.

He kissed the top of her head, his face lost in her brown hair.

“Irish….” he murmured.

Oh please. You have to be kidding me….

Fuck off.

It’s worse than the movies Jimmy plays. Give me a break.

I will, mate. Don’t you worry, I will. A long break.

You’re mad.

Yeah. Mad….

He pulled his head back so he could look into her eyes.

“Sorry about the stubble,” he said. “I’ve been kinda busy.”

He smiled at her again and kissed her on the lips lightly, running down to her chin and then leaning her back and kissing her on the neck.

“I could always stop. It’s not like we’re shackled anymore.”

He winked at her.

“But I am a man of action and it might be difficult for you to get away….”

He didn’t wait for her answer. He carried her towards the bed, not even feeling her weight in his arms.

“I’ll tuck you in, Irish.”

He winked at her and laid her down on the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. He looked down at her.

Young. Smart. Brave.

All his.

Hansen lay over her, their lower bodies pressed together on the edge of the bed and his arms rested beside her shoulders, holding him up. He leant his head down so that their noses were nearly touching and he whispered to her.

“Now, I might be getting old,” he said tilting his head. “And maybe my ears are shot. But I could have sworn that I heard you say you wanted me to tuck you in.”

He paused.

“Well, I’m sure I can give you a damn good tucking. It's a specialty of mine.”

He kissed her mouth hungrily, his body pressing into hers.

It was good to be alone. Finally....

Fuck me. They had to put me in the head of a Barbara Cartland character….

 

[EklectikChik]

She knew he was struggling inside, but he was being playful and sweet, his voice dipping just a hint and making her shiver with anticipation. They were fully clothed, but her body was already humming. His kisses made her melt, the scratch of his rough stubble strangely erotic on her sensitive skin.

Beneath his solid body, Emma melted, her legs tightening around his lean hips as he took her breath away with his mouth. A soft whimper filled the air as their tongue met, thrusting and toying, curling around one another. Her fingers slid through his short hair and flexed, torn between caressing and gripping him to her so he wouldn't move.

"Liam..." She sighed, her body restless under his. Hips moved, wanting to get more contact, the core of her body aching with need. Everywhere he touched her, Emma felt ready to burn. Beneath her thin bra, her breast ached, nipples tight and eager and poking eagerly through the material of her shirt, outlined shamelessly.

When the kiss broke off, her eyes were already a little dazed, her lips swollen and moist. "So far, your good night kisses are good...but I'm still not tucked and wearing way too many clothes." She teased, a small laugh bursting past her lips as she tugged at his shirt. He relented, letting her pull it over his head before she tossed it to let it land wherever.

Small softly hands slid over his skin. He was so warm and solid, his flesh smooth and tight over hard muscle. She wanted to map his body, enjoying the flex of his muscles moving under her fingers as they danced lower, his abs shuddering as she reached his pants. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she gaze up at him oh so innocently. "Maybe I should see if you can perform the task at hand, Liam...you did say you were getting old..." She taunted some more, an impish grin lighting up her already happy face.

 

[Fish_Tales]

“Old indeed,” he said, smiling at her. “I’ll show you old….”

Her smooth hands ran over his bare torso and he could feel the familiar stirrings she brought out in him. Looking down at her, smiling back at him and laying on the bed with her legs wrapped his hips, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist his urges for long. They were no longer shackled, but they would be joined tighter than ever. They had a job to do, he realised, but it was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

Yeah, what a focussed combatant you are. Blaxland wants to toast your ass and all you want to do is get some scientist ass.

Hansen smirked. Emma probably thought it was directed at her, so he ran his hands over the back of her hands as they trailed down his stomach towards the top of his pants and….

Thank you for reminding me. A bit of privacy wouldn’t go astray, you know.

Privacy? I have to watch the whole fucking thing.

Fucking….yeah right….fucking…mmmm.

Hansen smirked again, this time leading Emma’s hands downwards, over the top of his pants and let them settle on the bulge that was rapidly growing there.

“Does that feel old to you?” he said, arching his brow.

He dropped down to be closer to her, his elbows on either side of her shoulders and he looked into her eyes, little flecks of gold sparkling iridescently in the light of the various appliances in his hideout. Her long hair framed her face and he made sure to press his groin more tightly into her, her hand still trapped between them, cupping his hardness. Clothes made her no less attractive, nor the need any less urgent. He lowered his head a little further and kissed her mouth softly.

“I’ll tuck you in dear,” he whispered. “In fact, I’ll give you the best tucking you’ve ever had….”

His mouth sought hers with more vigour and now they were kissing, his lips mashing into her’s and his tongue probing to find its counterpart. His body lowered until he was almost resting on her, joined as one.

Tomorrow we fight mate, remember?

Yeah. But tonight….

I know. I know.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma moaned into his mouth, her smaller body arching off the bed as she pressed her hands back against his ever growing bulge. The taste of him filled mouth and made her ache and throb to have so much more.

She shifted and rubbed him shamelessly until his hardness strained against the zipper of his pants and his own moan filled the air. Breaking off, she gasped and drew in a long breath. It was as though everything had shifted, from sweet and sensual to needy and desperate. From under him, she wiggled and arched, tugging at her shirt and pulling it over her head.

The material was flung over his shoulder as she grinned and went for her bra. "Are you going to just stare at me or get naked?" She teased breathlessly. "Because I want to be tucked and tucked...aaannnd tucked." She purred out next, tossing her bra over a slender shoulder as she reached to tug at his own clothes.

Her full breasts jiggled gently, her nipples already hard as she slid her hands down to undo his pants, soft smooth hands gliding down to grasp his warm silky length, so hard and twitching with excitement. "Mmmmm...someone is happy."

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen felt her hands on his crotch and he pushed his hips down to meet them, all the while kissing her mouth with an urgent hunger. She was writhing under him, trying to get some room to remove her shirt.

He smirked. He gave her some room, but not too much as he was enjoying the feeling of her body beneath him. Finally, she managed to get her shirt over her head and threw it away.

“You’re bloody messy, you know that?” he said. “You need to learn some housekeeping etiquette if you’re to…..”

He stopped. Emma was now working on her bra.

"….I want to be tucked and tucked...aaannnd tucked,” she said, throwing her bra away as well.

“Good God, Irish,” he said rolling his eyes. “If you keep this up you’ll be….naked!”

As he spoke, her small hands had undone the zipper of his pants and he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. His cock twitched, the smooth feel of her cool hands sending a slow rising pleasure through him.

"Mmmmm...someone is happy."

He braced himself over her with one arm and then his other hand went to her breasts.

“So this is the point, is it? For a scientist, you’re very….forward.” he said with a smile. “If I’d met a scientist like you when I was younger, I might have stayed in school longer.”

He lowered his head again to kiss her, a soft hand still in his pants and firmly gripping his cock. His tongue pushed into her mouth as his fingers rolled her hardened nipple.

“I think you might be in for an....extended tucking dear….”

He pushed himself off her a little and then pulled his own shirt off. He leant back down to kiss her again, this time her breasts pressed to his bare chest. Her hand was wedged between them. He wanted to take his jeans off, but lying on her, he wanted just a little more before he got to that.

He kissed the side of her head, just where the earlobe joined her neck and then lightly ran his tongue over it. He slid his lips down the side of her neck, to the top of her collarbone and then moved over to kiss her throat just under her chin. She was soft and warm and he felt like he could do this forever. Trailing kisses down her body….

He murmured.

“Yes….I’m afraid it’s going to be a very extended tucking….”

Then he planted his mouth on her tight nipple, swirling his tongue around the base.

Very extended.

 

[EklectikChik]

“I think you might be in for an....extended tucking dear….”

She gasped softly as he toyed with her, his mouth kissing her so sweetly and making her shiver and moan. OH but he had a clever mouth. Warm and firth, but soft as well when he took his time with her. She clenched her hand around him, her fingers flexing as she stroked him slowly and a little awkwardly with his weight pressed against her own.

“Mmmmm...is that a promise?” She breathed, letting her head roll to the side, giving her greater access to her bare warm flesh. She breathed shuddered out as he hit the sweet spots that made her insides clench. The top of her collarbone and small hollow at the base of her throat before he dipped lower still.

He pushed himself off her a little and then pulled his own shirt off. He leant back down to kiss her again, this time her breasts pressed to his bare chest. Her hand was wedged between them. He wanted to take his jeans off, but lying on her, he wanted just a little more before he got to that.

He kissed the side of her head, just where the earlobe joined her neck and then lightly ran his tongue over it. He slid his lips down the side of her neck, to the top of her collarbone and then moved over to kiss her throat just under her chin. She was soft and warm and he felt like he could do this forever. Trailing kisses down her body….

“Yes….I’m afraid it’s going to be a very extended tucking….”

Her hips jerked as his tongue swirled around her nipple and flicked the tip before applying just enough suction that her back arched off the bed and she mewled, driving her free hands through his hair and down his back, holding on tightly.

“Oh Liam...”

Already she was on fire, her womb clenching, her core hot and slick and oh so ready for him. But the feel of his mouth was too exciting to be denied. Coherent thoughts became harder to put together as his mouth slid from one breast to the other. His hot breath tickled her skin, then made her shiver as the dampness on her skin cooled, making her delicate skin pucker. “Liam.” She moaned out, thrusting the other breast higher and more firmly against his mouth. No shame. No wondering, just pure sweet hot need that pulse between her legs, curling low in her belly and driving her slowly crazy with want.

She rocked against the bed, against him, wanting him as desperate as she was to feel him within her. To clenching his pulsing length as they moved together. Her soft fingers slid over his sensitive head, smearing the bit of pre-cum around so she could stroke her way back down and up again.

 

[Fish_Tales]

There was nothing that would turn him back now, the savouring of her body, using it for his pleasure and hers, kissing, licking, tasting….

“Oh Liam….”

She called his name, animal lust now ignited within her. They’d been together only for a short time, but every second had been filled with something.

Drama.

Running.

Laughing.

Death.

Oh shit. You.

Hansen felt Emma’s fingers stroking him, her hips bucking into him and her body writhing with the feel of his lips on her breasts….

Yes, me.

Can’t you leave me alone for a little while. For this.

You’d be dead if I left you alone.

Dead? With her?

Emma was becoming even more wanton, moaning and calling him. Her body to him was like a honeypot to a fly. He couldn’t resist it, he wanted to bathe himself in it….lose himself in the depths of her warmth.

No, not with her. But dead nonetheless.

I’m fucking for God’s sake.

It wasn’t God that made you and yes, you’re always fucking.

No, I’m not. I try to avoid fucking. I don’t like women….normally.

Hansen felt Emma working his cock harder, the grip firmer around his shaft, her small hands working him into a barely controlled frenzy. His cock in her small hand, now slick with his own precum.

“Oh Liam….” He heard her moan. “Liam.”

He tried to ignore the Voice in his head. He dipped his head lower, to the seam where Emma’s breast joined her chest and ran his tongue along it slowly, revelling in the feel of her. Soon he would be ploughing her depths, the smart sexy scientist, his for the taking.

For someone who avoids fucking, you sure do fuck a lot.

I don’t know….it just…..happens.

Oh, I know Liam. But it doesn’t just happen.

He so wanted to fuck her now. She was ready. He was ready. He imagined sliding his cock into her, feeling the warm depths that felt so far away, yet, in reality he’s been there only recently. He wanted to be in there again, right now.

No delay.

Into her soft warm depths, sinking his cock as deep as he could go. Bucking. Fucking. Smashing her body….

It does just happen…I don't look for it.

No it doesn’t. You’re fuckable. You were made like that.

Made? You and your fucking made. Made?

Women like your sorrow. Your pain. Your never feeling….satisfied.

I never feel happy.

No, you don’t. Women want to make you feel happy.

They do?

Why else do they fuck you, Liam, when you do nothing to encourage them.

Well, I do, sort of….I think?

You encourage them by being you.

Me?

You. Liam Hansen. Made to be fucked.

Made?

Made.

Hansen tried to focus on Emma’s body. He didn’t want to hear the Voice. Not now.

He lowered his head a little more, just enough so that Emma could still use her hand on his cock, but he could get more of her body. He was intent on going lower still, but for now he focused on kissing her below her breasts and on her ribcage. Long, slow, wet kisses. Tasting her.

“Oh, Emma….” was all he could get out, any talk stifled by the pleasure of her hand on him and the work of his mouth on her, kissing, trying to go lower….

Her movements below him suggested she was ready for him, that she was enjoying this. His hips bucked into her hand around his cock.

I’m going to fuck you, Emma, like you’ve never been fucked before.

Of course you are.

 

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Emma was almost mindless, but something seemed...different. His touch was hot and heavy and his kisses made her body shudder and quiver, wanting so much more, but something nagged in the back of Emma's mind and she sensed that something was off.

Her body arched on it's own accord, her hand eager to please him, but as Liam nuzzled lower, she slid a free hand through his hair and grasped a fist full of hair, forcing his gaze to hers. “Liam?”

Her soft questioning tone made his eyes darken further and his breath hitched a fraction as she slowly smiled. A lazy, sexy, I am going to eat you up smile that came naturally as she gazed at him. “Come here.”

An eye brow quirked...so like him and his teeth nipped at the tops of her breasts as he shifted up to accommodate her and then Emma surprised him, but letting go of his slick cock and shoving at his chest. “Let me.”

It wasn't a request, but more of a command and without question, Liam rolled, bringing Emma over his body, his strong hands gripping her hips as she squirmed and wiggled, straddling his belly. Her long dark hair was disheveled, but still silky and smooth as she slowly pressed her chest to his and dropped her face close to his. She shared his breath, ever so sweetly pressing her lips to his. “Liam...” She moaned, wanting to taste him on her tongue, but more importantly, to make him forget everything but her.

When her eyes fluttered back open, she wiggled down, her slick sex rubbing against his shaft, nudging it against her entrance as she mewled softly. “I love you...” She murmured softly. She wanted his dark gaze to hold hers and never forget.

 

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He was travelling down her body in a stream of kisses. On her breasts, underneath her breasts, along her ribcage….everywhere. He dropped lower, running his tongue in the soft curve just under her chest, running his tongue slowly along the ridge formed by her lowest rib.

“Let me,” she said, flipping under him.

He understood and he rolled, letting her take the top position, her warm crotch sitting on his cock. He looked up at her, a different look, a hungry look and he knew they were in deep.

Both of them.

Her hair was dishevelled, but she was as beautiful as ever, in fact, more beautiful than she had been before. Her comfort in his bed and her open display of desire only made her more attractive. She wanted him.

All of him.

Emma opened her mouth and he smiled. She knew what he liked and soon….

I love you….

Those words.

Shit.

I love you.

His cock was out of his jeans and pressed against her, their bodies joined at what felt like their centres. Cock, cunt. Basic. Simple. If he kept it basic, Hansen thought he could get through this and enjoy himself.

He smiled wryly, hoping she didn’t notice.

I’ve done this a million times.

Just.

Fuck.

Her.

But her words weren’t basic.

Or simple.

He writhed under her, bucking his hips up, trying to focus on the physical, focus on the here and now.

I love you.

She was not the first woman to say that to him. She was one of the few that were alive. Living did not mean an absence from scars and Hansen was not sure that he wanted Emma to risk those scars.

Again he bucked his hips and now the small hands that had been wrapped around his cock were on his chest, warm and silky. Looking at her face in the dim light of the room, a smile playing on her lips, he knew that she knew where he wanted those lips. Lower…down….

They’d been together for so short a time and yet they knew each other so well. Danger and the fight for survival had a lot to do with that. He had lived with danger and stress for many years now and he knew the accelerated development of a relationship that occurred under such circumstances. Working together was akin to hot housing emotions and feelings.

But….

I love you.

He wasn’t sure he was ready for that. Fuck, he wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Hansen tried to force it from his mind. He closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his cock. Just this once, he thought, just fuck her, just use her. For her. No fear, no concern. She wanted him, he knew that.

He opened his eyes, staring back at the woman that only days ago he’d insulted in a bar. Days that now felt like years. Maybe he was in….

Love.

Shit.

He looked up at her.

“Emma….”

She looked down at him, honest, pure….

I love you.

Shit.

He smirked, trying to maintain his composure.

“Now, are you going to take my jeans off or what, girl?”

I love you.

Fuck.

 

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“Now, are you going to take my jeans off or what, girl?”

Emma fought the urge to stiffen, remaining relax and warm on top of him. She wanted him...but she also knew right then and there that the fractured part of him was back. Taking control and turning him cooler than he'd been when on his meds.

He wasn't returning the words, though he'd been the one to speak them first. Afraid? The idea seemed preposterous...big bad Liam afraid of three little words. But those three little words meant so much...and so much was at stake.

"Patience is a virtue." She purred out and giggled as he bucked down under her body. "What about foreplay?"

She laughed, the sound soft and sultry as she remained in command of her own emotions. She knew what she felt...knew what she wanted and there was no way in hell she was gonna let the broken parts of him turn her away. Tossing her long hair to the side, she leaned over him and worked her mouth over his chest. His guttural moan was music to her ears as his fingers pushed through her silky hair and guided her down.

"This better?" She sighed against his warm skin, dipping over his belly and loving how his muscles tensed and shuddered beneath her touch. "Oh yes...it's what you want..."

Clever little fingers undid his pants and began to tug as he lifted, until his bare hot and hard flesh was freed. She dove nibbled on the sexy line above one hip as her fingers just brushed over his hard cock. It twitched against her palm as his hips lifted, pressing against her hand instantly and his fingers tightened, tugging her face to where she needed to be. She laughed again, those dark eyes gazing up at him with an impish smile. "Impatient aren't we?"

Eager herself to please him, she grasped his cock more firmly and swirled her soft pink tongue around the tip of his dick, moaning softly before sucking him into her mouth. She moaned again, her eyes closing now as she took him deeper...her hot moist mouth like silk around his hardness as her tongue worked around him, flicking and caressing, tasting and feeling every ridge and bump under his smooth silky skin.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen revelled in the feeling of her moving down his body, warm wet kisses on his chest, her hair trailing down, feathery tendrils adding to the anticipation of pleasure building in him. She slid down him….lower….lower.

So short a time….but already she knew what he wanted, what he craved, what he needed. She reached her target and her hands expertly worked at his jeans. He raised his hips, helping her to release him, free his hardness, but not for long. A small soft hand closed around him and then he felt the warmth of her tongue on the end of his cock, already slick with pre-cum. She teased him for a moment and then she dipped, expertly taking his length into her mouth, her hair now trailing across his thighs and belly.

He gasped quietly.

“Oh….Irish….Emma….fuck….”

His hands went to her head, gently, not forcing, but giving him some semblance of control, a way of holding himself back. Her head bobbed on him, her lips sliding up and down his shaft with ease while her tongue played its game in the hidden recesses of her mouth.

He was used to holding back, keeping something in reserve, but this damn woman with her brains and her charm and her….

“Fuck….” he muttered as she sucked him.

Why did she love him? Why did he love her? It only made it harder.

Too right it does you fool. Now you get it.

Get what? I can’t control my….

Of course you can. What you can’t do is control your cock.

He shook his head as Emma, his girl, sucked on him, bringing him pleasure, his cock bathed in the velvety gift that was her mouth.

No….

Yes. Your cock will get us killed. All of us.

All of us?

It would appear I have to fucking spell it out for you.

Still she sucked him, the movement rhythmical. It was safe, predictable….things previously alien to him.

What? Spell out what?

Even as he asked the question, his hands twined themselves in her hair as he pulled her down, forcing her onto his cock. He bucked his hips gently, trying to plumb the depths of her mouth, push further, slide deeper, safer….

You don’t appear to be concentrating on what I’m saying….

The Voice in his head faded. He could talk later, now he wanted to focus on this woman and what she was doing to him, for him.

“Emma….”

There were no other words he could muster as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. He was harder than he thought possible, but he wanted to savour this, her mouth, her eagerness. He closed his eyes for a moment and revelled in it, his mind silent for once. Her head in his hands, her mouth on his cock.

There was just him.

And there was just….

….her.

 

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OOC: Welcome back.

IC: Emma reveled in pleasuring him. His breathless words, though a little crass were music to hear ears. She knew he was loving every minute of it. From the shift and buck of his hips, to his breathing, to his hands in her hair, pulling her further down his rock hard cock.

She moaned and sighed, slurping and sucking, her tongue never stopping. She bathed him with her mouth. Tickled and lapped and swirled her tongue around until she was tracing every bulging vein, inhaling his scent and teasing the velvety flesh with all that she had. It took every ounce of control not to pull away and press her slick hot cunt to his cock. She ached for him. Her womb tightening and quivering as pleasure pooled low in her gut.

She knew there would come her time. For now, she wanted to remind him just how much she wanted him, needed him, adored him. As he called out her name, she relaxed her throat, gagging only slightly as he forced himself deeper still, rhythmically taking her mouth again and again as she stroked him in tandem.

“Emma….”

Her eyes fluttered open and gazed up at him, filled with hope and love and triumph. Yes! She thought, it's me. Don't forget it.

More salty pre-cum washed over her tongue and she swallowed it, tasting him, craving more as she sucked that little bit harder and moaned again. hose beautiful eyes begged for more as she cupped his balls, urging him to empty himself. To lose himself for her.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen’s mind had never been so blank, not even during the time of his “conversion”, when they’d fucked with his brain….his head….him.

Now all that he could feel was Emma’s mouth on him, her hair in his hands, her lips sliding up and down his slick shaft. She was his, but for the moment she was his to use. He could feel his cock twitching, his balls tightening in her soft hand, the moist warm softness of her tongue and mouth bringing him to the point where he didn’t have control.

Control.

He craved control. He needed control. Without control, there was no Hansen. At what point would this cause….

No.

He had to forget that.

He had to focus on the girl between his legs, his cock in her mouth. She was looking up at him, her eyes pleading as she sucked.

Let go, Liam. Just let go….

She dipped down again and this time he bucked harder and drove his cock further, pressing on the back of her throat. She was Emma, but she was his. He took what he needed and for the moment, this was what he needed.

His fingers grabbed her hair tighter and again he pushed deeper, feeling the heightening of the familiar tingle at the base of his shaft. Her lips pressed to his belly as he drove harder. He could felt the precum and saliva ringing her lips as they touched his body.

You’re fucking her mouth, Hansen.

There was no malice. No overt desire to cause discomfort.

He just wanted what he wanted and he was taking it. She would have to know him, who he was, what he was. This was no normal courtship, this was raw….needy….basic….visceral.

He drove into her mouth again, fingers twined in her long hair. The longing in his body was unbearable now. He tightened his grip and pulled her down further, clutching her head to his groin for one final thrust.

“Emma,” he gasped, “I’m cumming.”

He felt his seed explode from him, like a dam wall breaking, shooting a stream of warm cum into her mouth. He pulled back slightly, not wanting to hurt her, but also to give himself room. The cum seemed endless until finally he could thrust again to into her mouth, releasing himself into her, unloading everything.

He groaned as he came, wave after wave of his seed flooding her mouth.

“Emma….”

His grip loosened slightly, but still he came, not satisfied, not emptied. Smaller thrusts, no less urgent, but gentler now. The cum spurting from him, coating her mouth and throat, bringing relief.

His body relaxed as the last of his cum was sucked into her mouth. He lay his head back, his hands loosely in her hair now and his breathing slowly returned to normal.

He said nothing.

If Hansen had been a different type of man, he would have sighed, content and warm. Hansen wasn’t that man. He couldn’t remember ever feeling content and warm. He laid back and looked at the ceiling, his cock in her warm mouth.

Emma.

One day.

Content and warm.

He was silent.

One day.

Content.

One day....

 

[EklectikChik]

Tears streamed down Emma's face. She hadn't minded as he stole her breath and gagged her with his driving cock. It had excited her to feel his strength and passion, but now she gulped in air and wiped her mouth clean, swiping at the tears and slowly sitting up.

She watched him regain his composure, admiring the way his chest rose and fell and slowly crawled up his body. She straddled his belly and pressed her hands on either side of his head, blocking his view of the ceiling. His eyes were still glazed as they met her pretty brown eyes.

"Stay with me." She urged softly, moving slowly to the side and pressing her lips to his neck and jaw. Her soft breasts pressed to his chest, her hands warm and soft as they caressed whatever flesh she could reach, needing more.

"Liam." She breathed against his ear, nipping at his ear lobe and then soothing it with her tongue. "We're not done yet..."

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling quietly, only his slightly laboured breathing betraying the activity of the previous moments. He slowly returned to his resting state, staring, not thinking of anything in particular. His mind was like a movie reel at the end of playing....flickers, disjointed scenes, dancing lights.

He felt Emma stir at his feet and then she started to slide up his body. He kept looking at the ceiling, feeling her crawl over him, his skin still warm and flushed from his orgasm. She spread her legs and then crawled in small movements, her knees and hands on either side of him. She moved slowly and he relished the feel of her soft thighs on the outside of his legs and hips. Sometimes she dipped a little lower and her nipples trailed on him, firstly his belly and then his chest. He kept looking at the ceiling….

Emma’s face slid in front of him, blocking his view. Her eyes were like pools of molten chocolate, warm and moist.

“Stay with me,” she said, and then her soft lips dipped down and were kissing him on the side of his neck, sliding to his jaw, a trail of pleasure and promised ecstasy.

Emma then pressed her mouth to his ear, her breath warm. She took a small nip at the lobe and then ran her tongue around the same spot. He felt a stirring again in his groin. Her hands were all over him, soft small hands, but adept at making him feel alive. He raised one of his arms and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer to him, the evidence of his pleasure pressed firmly between them.

He felt her inhale gently.

“Liam….we’re not done yet.”

His cock twitched at her words, his shaft running like a thick rod along the valley of her moist lips as she leaned over him.

He swallowed and nodded, still looking up the ceiling, one arm behind his head, the other on her rear, pulling her still tighter onto his hardness. He revelled in her attention to his body, her kisses, the movement of her hands, the way her warm mound moulded around his shaft. She could stimulate him just by being her, in small, but effective ways.

“No,” he said, his voice just a whisper, but still firm and masculine. “I guess we’re not done yet.”

This woman.

Emma.

He had a lot to do. They had a lot to do. He shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly as she kissed his neck and chest. For now, he could fuck.

Wanton.

Uninhibited.

Dirty.

Sweaty.

Fuck.

Tomorrow was tomorrow. Now was….

….for fucking.

He gathered his thoughts, enjoying feeling her weight on him and he bucked his hips gently, sliding his hard cock along those moist lips, the promise of warm pleasure just beyond them.

Warm, wet pleasure.

Fucking….

Sometimes it was for the best. It felt right.

Hansen smirked as she continued to kiss him gently, her hair trailing along his chest and her hands roaming over him.

And I always do what’s right.

Well not always. Hehehe.

You? Can’t you see I’m making love?

Making love? Looks more like animals rutting to me. Your usual style.

Hansen closed his eyes. He didn’t need this now, he didn’t need him. He tried to focus on Emma’s kisses, her lips and her hands….

Trying to ignore me, eh? It won’t work.

He shut his eyes tighter, like a child ignoring the boogeyman.

Yes.

You can’t. I’m always here. Even when you’re making love….or fucking. Hehehe.

Yes….no.

Hansen opened his eyes and sighed.

I’m making love. I love her.

Looked like fucking to me. She saw a bit more of the real you this time, didn’t she?

Hansen shook his head slightly. He didn’t want to alarm Emma, nor did he want her to stop. His cock was nestled in her warm folds and it was twitching at almost every kiss and touch of her lips on his chest. What she was doing was so good….so good.

No.

Yes. The real you. The one Bonnie and Laura know. The you that….fucks. Controls. Hurts….

No.

You nearly choked the poor girl. Lucky that was all you did. Controlled yourself. Just….

No.

Lucky for her. The scientist wouldn’t be accustomed to….that.

Emma had now moved back up a little and was kissing him under his chin and his cock was at its hardest. He shifted his hips slightly, easing his cock back along her slick lips, towards the destination that would give him pleasure and force the Voice from his mind, from between them.

No.

Bonnie and Laura know what you really are. You hurt them.

They got over it.

Oh, dear Liam, I don’t mean emotionally, I mean physically. You hurt them, you liked to hurt them.

No.

Yes.

But they….want me.

Funny, isn’t it?

I can’t have hurt them much, otherwise….

Otherwise what?

They wouldn’t want me.

Oh, but they do, Liam. They do.

Me hurting them? No….

Liam, Liam, Liam….always the last to know.

No....

Be a good boy, Liam and let’s not hurt the good scientist much. We need her for now. Later….well….

He heard the laughter and mocking in the Voice’s words.

Fuck off.

He thought of Bonnie and Laura….hurting them….fucking them….

No! It’s Emma on me.

Hansen’s cock had now slid down to be poised at the entrance to Emma’s cunt. Pleasure awaited. Relief. Escape….

I’ll let you get to it. Remember….later Liam, later you can be you….

No.

Hehehe….

Hansen pressed more forcefully on Emma’s butt and pulled her towards him, at the same time raising his hips gently. His cock felt no resistance and he smoothly slid into her warm depths.

“Emma,” he whispered as he rocked his hips gently and closed his eyes.

 

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"OH yes!" She moaned as she felt him nudge and then smoothly slide into her more than willing body. Her sex was hot and slick and tight, gripping him wonderfully as she sat up. Her lips parted ways with his chest as she straightened and then arched, dropping her head back with a shuddering breath. He felt so dam good, filling her so sweetly.

She braced her knees, holding herself slightly off his body as he slowly retracted and then thrust his hips upwards again in a gentle, but firm mostly. Emma gasped again and let out a mewling whimper. She ached deep inside, needing release almost as desperately as he had earlier. Pleasing him, teasing, tasting...it all had her worked up to a fevered pitch and Emma needed him to finish the job.

Her body hummed, almost trembling right on top of him as she held herself up and dropped her head a little, gazing down to where their bodies met. Her smooth tummy quivered as his cock pumped up into her, glistening with her own juices as he parted her pussy lips and took her. His fingers slid up to grip her hips and Emma moaned again. A slow sexy smile spread over her lips as she sank down fully and and met his thrust with her own rocking hips.

"Liam." She sighed, riding him with ease as her fingers slid over his chest and pressed, supporting her upper body. Her beautiful bare breasts gently bouncing as she worked herself over him. "Yeeeesssss..."

She was so close already, standing on the brink and ready to fly off. Leaning forward, she pressed her tits to his chest and nipped at his skin. "More...please...more!" She pleaded, "You're making me burn...I ache for you." She whispered.

Her face was close, her breaths against his neck as she tried to get closer, grinding her hips against his own. "I love you...."

 

[Fish_Tales]

Emma was impaled on his cock, rocking in ecstasy, his hands on her hips. Her movements were desperate, wanton and he steadied her, keeping her there as he bucked, pushing his cock deep into her.

She leaned forward, her breasts sandwiched between them. Her face was close to his now, her breathing laboured. There was no shame in her desire and that’s what he wanted. She voiced her need, making it tangible and it drove him, making her climax the only thought his mind could sustain. Words, she was talking to him, moaning, almost screaming, but he made out nothing. His cock was pounding into her, her folds spread over his shaft, wet with her juices. Uppermost in his mind was her and her pleasure. He feared their bodies would morph into one, their grinding forcing an almost unbearable heat between them.

He felt her hot breath on his neck and her hot cunt on his cock. It was heat. It was animal. It was lust.

Raw fucking. The way Hansen had always liked it.

Instinctive.

Visceral

Dirty.

Base.

A good woman screaming for more when she had never felt that urge before. For Hansen there was no dirty sex. It was, after all, about exchanging body fluids, heat, sweat. Fucking. That’s what it was.

Fucking.

He continued to drive himself into her, just as she also bucked over him, his cock reaching into her warm depths. Her juices were now making their nexus wet and warm and he slid his finger down there, probing for her clitoris. It was mashed against his pelvis, but he managed to give it a soft rub. His finger was slick with their essence and he ran his finger over her clit, no resistance, no friction, just….sliding.

Her mouth was at his neck now, her warm breath trailing along his shoulder. Her body was totally supported by his now, but that was barely felt. All he could feel was her warm depths, her lips on his neck, her bare cheek in his hand, her clit….

“I love you.”

If he hadn’t been so submerged in the depths of passion, in the urge to make her orgasm and bring forth his own repeat climax, then he may have paused.

I love you.

Still he allowed her to ride him, making sure that his shaft, his pelvis and his finger all assaulted her clit while his cock pushed further, deeper, into her. His urgency was such, he feared he would split her.

I love you.

He closed his eyes, his ass cheeks clenched as he bucked.

Why did she have to say that....now?

Even in the throes of almost orgasming, he had to shake his head to clear his mind, focus on their fucking, focus on Emma.

Time for that later.

“Emma,” he said hoarsely, “fuck me, Emma….just….fuck….me.”

He took his hand from her butt cheek and ran it up her flushed back to her hair, gently pulling her head up so that he could kiss her. His pumping into her was rhythmical now, trying to push her to the edge. He kissed her lips softly, their breath going from one to the other.

I love you.

“Cum for me Emma, when you’re ready, cum for me, dear….”

He pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue searching, no shy exploration, plunging in, taking, demanding.

I love you.

 

[EklectikChik]

Emma shuddered and creamed all over him. She was so hot, so slick and he was like hot steel filling her over and over again. His body was tense and harder, pushing into her. Fucking her, taking her, making her his over and over and she couldn't seem to get enough.

It was all she could do to remember to breath as their bodies slid against each other, wet with perspiration making their skin slide and slap almost lewdly. She was fucking him, but it was so much more. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders as her body strained and the pleasure built, making her ache, making her whimper out and gasp.

His fingers drew out soft cries and louder gasps as he toyed with her sensitive clit and grasped at her tight ass, but she rocked against him and tightened herself around his body, it was the feel of his soft kisses that were undoing. He didn't have to say the words because Emma read his feelings. Her breaths shuddered out and her cries filled the air as her body convulsed then and there. Her nails sank into his flesh as he sucked in her tongue and her pussy clamped down on his pumping cock.

Her scream became muffled by his mouth as she jerked and writhed against him. “Fuck yes!” She moaned, clinging and holding, feeling his light touch tighten again as his own body took her release and exploded with her own. She felt the hot gush of his cum filling her, bathing her walls with his hot sticky cum and completing their union.

Boneless, she sank against him, dazed and panting, her damp and clinging to both of their bodies as she rested her head against his shoulder and felt the mad beating of his own heart against hers.

 

[Fish_Tales]

Hansen felt her urgency, her body shuddering with the impending release. He bucked his hips, pumping his cock into her as far as he could, feeling the heat and her slick juice covering him. She slid on him, sweat between them, heat, lust….

Fucking.

He pushed deep into her, his hand between them, covered in her essence, his finger rubbing her clit and she moaned into his mouth, their tongues twined, searching.

He felt her contract and tighten over his cock, familiar signs and then her fingers dug into his shoulders.

“Fuck yes,” she cried.

He tightened his grip on her ass cheek and pushed deeper into her.

“Cum, Emma….cum…”

She whimpered into his mouth, a loud shrill release, almost a scream as her climax reached her. She tightened and he thought she would break in half as he slammed himself into her, thrusting deep as he shot a load of warm cum into her body. He thrust again sending a further shot deeper into her, taking her, marking the walls of her cunt as his.

“Fuck….”

It was all he could say as her warmth quivered over his cock, forcing further spurts of his cum into her.

Finally, they slowed and he felt her lay limp on him, spent, breathing heavily, their bodies slick with sweat from their passion. The thud of their heartbeats was almost audible, almost shaking th bed. Her head finally lay to rest on his shoulder, her hair damp.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “I think we both needed that.”

He lay his head back, letting her body rest on his as she recovered from their lovemaking. He ran his hand up from her butt, over her damp back and brought it the back of her head, stroking her hair.

“It’ll be ok,” he said. “Tomorrow is tomorrow. It’ll be ok….”

I love you.

Shit.

Fuck.

Tomorrow is tomorrow.