Sherlock smiled and nodded, rolling to sit up on the couch with her on top of him. Kissing her deeply, his hands slid up her body, peeling her top up. The kiss broke for just a moment so he could pull it off and toss it aside. Sliding back down her bare back, his hands gripped her hips as he helped her grind on top of him. "Mmmmm..." he sighed in the kiss as he felt her dancing on top of him.
Her hips rolled grinding against him as she tossed her head back a a lowl sensual growl of pleasure slipping from her. Her hands moving to his shirt needing him out of his confining human trappings as well.
As Iara threw her head back, Sherlock jumped at the chance and leaned forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth. Sucking gently to draw it into his mouth, his other hand slid up to cup and cover the other one. Squeezing and teasing as he went, he did his best to stay out of her way when it came to getting his shirt off. He wasn't looking to lose any buttons; it was one of his favorite shirts.
Sherlock shrugged the shirt off, letting it slide down to rest on the couch behind him. Pulling his hands free, he slid them up Iara's back, letting her lean back a little as he kissed and explored up her chest. Soft, sucking kisses as Sherlock tasted her skin on his way back up to tease her breasts again. He didn't linger long as he kept moving up until he found her lips. Moaning softly, he gave himself over to the moment finally.
Sherlock turned his hands, sliding them back down Iara's back. He slid them down the back of her pants, seeking to cup her tight toned ass as she ground on top of him. Murmuring in her ear, he grinned. "Want me to get up so you can take my pants off?" he teased, knowing what she really wanted.
Sherlock smiled and turned to deposit Iara on the couch as he stood up. On his way up, he pulled her pants out from under her and up her legs as he lifted them up. Pulling them free, he tossed them aside like the rest of their articles. Standing over her on hte couch, he started to work his belt and zipper open, letting them slide over his hips and down to the floor. He paused for a moment to see if she took action before removing his underpants for her as well if she didn't.
Sherlock smiled as he let her take his underwear down. That need in her eyes and in her tone was what he needed to hear. He crawled on top of her as he stepped out of them, laying between her spread thighs. He ground against her needy pussy as he kissed her neck, wanting to feel her wrap around him. Grinding hard, he rocked back one more time to line up with her entrance and feed his shaft inside her. Filling her so perfectly, his lips found hers as he lingered inside her. Slow meaningful thrusts worked his cock in and out, making love to Iara so passionately.
A gasp and her body bucked and rolled sensually against his as they made love. She held him and hugged him close nipping at his chest lips and jawline.
Sherlock didn't notice or didn't care about the love bites on his chest. When he was with Iara, she made him feel so good that it didn't matter. Kissing her lips, he kept his pace, wanting to send her ecstasy rising higher and higher as he moved inside her. He didn't speak, he lived in the moment for the first time in a very long time. He felt her body moving and seemed to know what she was after at every turn. He let his instincts take over and shrank his world to Iara underneath him.
Passion and pleasure... their love and this moment. Bliss. Gasping she felt orgasm building deep down as she pressed firm into the kisses and held him.close. clawing and nipping at her lover in this heat of passion.
Sherlock kept going, feeling the reactions he was pulling from Iara. She clung to him so tightly, her tight, toned thighs gripping onto him as he moved with such purpose, such passion. He did all he could to drive her wild with pleasure; he wanted to see what it was like when she tipped over that edge after so much build up. He had to know how hard he set her off. "Show me how good it feels..." He sighed as he braced himself on the couch to thrust just a little harder.
Eyes locking on his her eyes feline golden sinking deep into his eyes. Her fangsslowly growing as she growled and purred in the increasing pleasure. Claws carefully trailing his back and sides one hand moving to caress his face and slither through his hair.
Sherrrlock...
Legs wrapping tighter around him as she bucked harder against him as the passions built till a near roar ripped from her.
Something in the power of her climax and the urgency of her roar resonated with Sherlock. As she toppled over the edge of her orgasm, he joined her, filling her again without any regard for protection or what might come after. He had to be inside her through it all, moaning against her as he spasmed with each wave. Laying over her, his lips fell on her body and skin, enjoying the feel of her under him in the radiant afterglow.
Her eyes purely golden feline as she laid there hugging him her body slowly calming from orgasmic bliss. Fangs visible as she tried to catch her breath with gasped purrs. Smiling she watched him unwilling for him to.move away from.her any time soon.
"I wasn't sure I was ready for something that serious, but... it feels better than anything before when I am with you." Sherlock admits, leaning up to give Iara room to explore his chest.
Sherlock smiles. "It means a lot to hear that. You put a lot of trust in me and I won't forget what it means." He promises, catching her hand to bring it up to his lips for a kiss.
She watched him kiss her hand and smiled. Curling close her body still softly moving against his as she nipped at his lips. She wasn't sure how much longer they had to get to Warwick but she wanted to stay as close together for as long as they could.
Sherlock smiled as Iara nipped at his lips. He shared soft, loving kisses with her as they lay together. Neither one seemed obliged to move away from the other. The pair lingered together for the majority of the trip until Sherlock's internal clock told them that they would be nearing Warwick and stopping within minutes. "We should get ready for our arrival," he said softly. Leaning in for one more long kiss, he enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his before he had to move away finally. Taking the time to clean up in the private bathroom, Sherlock freshened up and threw his clothes back on, hoping that people on the train wouldn't know how they spent the whole trip. His decorum wouldn't allow for it.