Hut-cabin-thing christening

[forthedog]

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It's as he pulls her into the cabin and kicks the door shut that he realizes that he hasn't had her here, not since the change occurred. There's something about a cabin that makes it seem cozier. And more conducive to this.

The interior is dim, lit only by the thin light from the one window, but that doesn't much matter. It's warm, and the pile of quilts that serves as his bed will be even warmer. He drops his jacket heedlessly onto the floor and hooks a hand around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and bending to capture her mouth with his, his other hand cupping her face. "Missed this," he growls.

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[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He smiles into her mouth and nips lightly at her lower lip, his finger moving lower, spiraling up over one breast in tighter and tighter circles, not really intending anything yet except to tease. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, punctuating it with a kiss to her jaw. "So. Fucking. Beautiful."

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

The light touch is driving her mad, slowly, and she twists under it, lifting her hips, her breath hitching and lifting her breasts under his fingers.

She can't quite understand why he's going so gentle.

"Want you to fuck me, Mike," she asks wtih wide green eyes. "Please?"

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He still has a hand on her wrists and at her words his grip tightens suddenly, pressing her hands hard into the blankets. He lifts his head and licks his lips, staring down at her and fighting the urge to grin. "You think I won't?" he asks, his tone low and amused.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

The pressure of her wrists arches her back, presses her breasts up, flattens her belly and she moans.

"Want it now. S'been a while."

She looks him up and down. There's a spark in her eye, a twist to her mouth.

"You're wearing too many clothes, lover."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"I'm hearing an awful lot about what you want," he says, still evenly but with a slight curve to his mouth. "What if I like you like this?" With a quick, smooth movement he's off the floor and on the bed, bending over her, not quite straddling her. "What if I want to keep you like this for a while?"

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

With him over her, her breath catches, but her smile doesn't quite die.

"Want you, lover," she murmurs. "Always want you."

She squirms slightly underneath him. He isn't entirely in control of her, not just yet.

"Then I guess I'll have to let you."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He hisses a laugh at that and rolls his hips down against her, pressing her into the bed with his body and his eyes slip closed at the friction. "Think you were right about the clothes, though," he groans, and ducks his head again, biting lightly at her throat. He'll get to that. Really.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She groans when he grinds down against her, pushing back as hard as she can with the length of her body and her hips.

"Think so, lover," she says. "I meant it when I said I liked you best in nothing."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

His mouth floats up and captures hers, more roughly this time as his hips rock down again. He's achingly hard now, has been, because just the thought of her can send him hurtling towards this point and here she is, naked and tied beneath him. He moans and moves his head back, bringing a hand up and rubbing his thumb across her lips, soft under his touch. "You've got a mouth on you," he says. "I'd do something about that. But I like hearing you too much."

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She moans into the kiss, into the press of his body against hers, can feel his hard cock against her through his clothes and wants him, and wants him.

When he pulls back, she watches him, her eyes gone wide, and, when he brushes his thumb against her lips, she opens her mouth and sucks lightly on the tip and doesn't say a word.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He watches her mouth through half-lidded eyes, his teeth catching his bottom lip and working at it almost meditatively. "Okay," he says, brushing his lips against her cheek. "Okay, then." He moves back abruptly, still straddling her, and pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She moans, pressing up against him with her hips and watching, a greedy light in her eyes as he strips off his shirt. She likes the way he looks without his clothes; the lines of him.

"Okay?"

She tugs lightly, idly on the bindings around her hands.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." He smiles and rolls off her, gets to his feet and thumbs his pants and underwear down over his hips, slowly, his eyes on her face. "It's not your mouth I'm gonna do something about," he repeats quietly, stepping out of them.

Sometimes he's still a little amazed by how much she trusts him.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She looks up at him, her legs still spread, fidgetting her bound wrists, flexing her fingers. She bites her lip as she watches him strip, her body sliding down from his face to his cock.

"Oh, I bet you are."

She couldn't stop grinning.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

His eyes meet hers for a second and a shiver goes through him before her gaze moves on, down his body and he lets her look, lets her look all she wants. He almost smiles and reaches down and takes his cock in one hand, giving himself a single, slow stroke. His eyes close and for a second he has to fight to keep control. It's too early for that.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She moans, watching him touch himself, watching his hand on his cock and the barely there arch of his body. She squirms, rubs her arse back against the sheets, looking for friction, for something that doesn't come.

"Please..."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Can't say no when you ask like that," he says, and does smile then. He doesn't take his eyes off her body as he moves back to the pile of clothes, crouches again and picks up the torn t-shirt. He pulls hard at the end and another long strip of cloth comes off in his hand. He turns back and leans over her with it in his hands. "Lift your head," he says.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She's quiet now, and her breath catches as she watches him tear the t-shirt. When he comes back to the bed, her eyes widen slightly, but she lifts her head without question.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

It takes him a second to fit the cloth snuggly around her eyes and another second to make sure it's tied without tangling her hair. And then he drops his head, tracing his lips gently down over her cheeks, nose, over her mouth, never staying still. "Okay?" he breathes, needing to make sure.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She gasps as he blindfolds her (though it had to be that or a gag and he already said he wouldn't gag her). She turns her head, slightly, under the brush of his lips.

"M'okay."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Good," he whispers and then pulls away suddenly, close enough that she must be able to feel him but not touching her at all. His eyes roam over her, over her deep curves and the soft pale of her skin, and after another minute of agonizing waiting he bends and closes his lips gently over her left nipple, no other part of him touching her, moaning low at the taste of her skin and the way she hardens in his mouth.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She moans, her head tipping back as his mouth teases her nipple, her hips lifting, her hips pressing up, finding nothing but warmth. She moans plaintively.

"Mike...baby..."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He smiles against her skin, at the lift of her hips. It's nice to tease her but he really should give her something and his hand nestles abruptly between her legs, one second nothing and the next second there and insistant, nudging at her and rubbing lightly and Christ, she's so wet, making his fingers slick with her.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

The sudden feel of his fingers between her legs drags a loud moan out of her and she shudders, grinding up against the touch, arching her back against mouth.

"Oh, gods, I love you."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"I know." He flicks his tongue against her, still smiling. He knows her now, the light taste of salt and something else underneath, something that's uniquely her, and he can't get enough of it. He moans, muffled by the curve of her breast as he slips a single finger almost casually into her cunt.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

Her bound hands tighten on the sheets as he sucks on her breast, as he fingers her cunt without any real rhythm, just enough to tease her, to make he want him, to make her even wetter still. The blindfold seems to highten everything. But this isn't so bad. She can take this.