Post by do on Aug 31, 2009 23:17:47 GMT -5
Rickmans' House
Planetia Utopia Quarter
Gaia
Stardate: October 2165
There was someone in the house.
Derick knew the sound better than most; his years on Mars having never left him. How could they when the gangs roamed the streets looking for easy targets? As he lay in his bed, listening to their intruder, he surmised that was probably the only thing Thom Rickman had been good for. He was such a nasty fucker that no one messed with his house. Memories of the spiteful and seething bastard was this night's proverbial monkey on Derick's back, bringing him out of rest in a foul temper.
How could he not feel like punching something or blowing something up? The chilling sound of Julian's whimpering; the smell of burning flesh. Thom's roar of drunken anger when he realized that Derick and/or Julian had not done something he swore he'd asked them to.
The front door swooshed shut. Whoever it was, they were inside now.
Derick's hearing, fine-tuned by the night silence, picked up muffled footsteps, fast and heavy. Whoever it was, they knew where they were going. Pushing himself off the bed like a great jungle cat sensing its prey, Derick stole to the wall beside his door. Why their house? With two men, one of whom was a MACO?
The sounds stopped at his door, as the visitor keyed the door open. Check 'where they were going' off the list.
Derick waited just in front of the door, ready to attack before the intruder got their bearings. His foul temper of early had not faded and frankly, he was a little happy this stupid fucker had chosen -his- house tonight.
The door went to the side and Derick advanced with an angry "HA!" like a horse out of the gate; his right hand taking the other's left into an advanced wrist lock and his right went to the throat of the smaller figure, as Derick propelled them both into the wall across from his door before he got a good look. The move wasn't set to stun the perpetrator, rather to keep him still while Derick interrogated him...
Holy fuck...
Her. The recognition was in Derick's eyes before it reached his still angry brain and he held Sloane against the wall, breathing angrily like a mad animal.
She landed against the wall with a muffled thud, her breath knocked out of her. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. She had anticipated him to hear her - what MACO wouldn't feel an intruder in his own digs? She slackened her stance, not fighting him. His raw strength, his feral hold on her were electrifying. Exciting. A sharp intake of breath at the near murderous look in his eyes, which soon turning to shocking recognition, was her only movement. She had thought he'd get over his surprise and be happy to see her... but now that he had his hand encircling her neck, his face close to hers, she could tell he was really pissed. Nope, it hadn't been her brightest idea.
Christ, she was here. Derick hadn't heard from her in a week or better, even before the Enterprise had gone out. And now she was here. "Christ, Sloane..." Derick said weakly, letting go of her throat and easing off her hand as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Fuck.. I'm sorry..." he said through gritted teeth, his hand sliding to the back of her head.
Relief flooded her at his reaction. Forgetting her sore wrist, she leaned into him, her lips seeking his. "No. No, I'm sorry." Kiss. "We got back early." Kiss. "And I couldn't wait." Kiss. "I should have known better..." Kiss. "... than to break into your place." Kiss. Nibble. Kiss.
She was here... in his house, her warm body pressing against his. The whole damn thing hadn't been a fucking pipedream.. made up in his confusion over Tom and Alex, Julian.. hell, the whole fucking world. Derick didn't say a word. He turned his head into hers, coming down fierce on her exploring lips, his hand sliding up her thigh, around her hip and down to that... oh fuck yea... that incredible ass. Derick felt his cock harden instantly, almost painfully and he hissed against her lips, wrapping his arms around her. Lifting her up, he stepped backwards into his room, into their safe haven where they could be lovers, just plain Derick and Sloane.
And like on that very first night, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her, desire flooding her already very needy body when she felt his erection pressed between her legs. Damn these clothes they had to wear day in day out. She couldn't wait to get out of them.
The door swooshed shut behind them and Derick slapped the lock on it as he put Sloane on her feet. Suddenly, everything rushed him... the bad night, the fucking memories... Sloane coming to him logjammed in his head and he had to be savage, to release the anger before it hurt her, his ay-mer. "Fuck," he muttered into her mouth as he ground hips into her, his hands holding her perfect butt tight. His hand found the release on her pants desperately. "Christ..." he swore, unable to find enough spots to put his hands or kiss her with enough desire. "Off, bashu.. take these fucking pants off!" he demanded.
Sloane moaned into his ear, his rushed movements and plea giving her goose bumps. Christ, he wasn't the only one needing this badly. "Hang on," she breathed out, her voice husky. She pushed him far enough so she could move and made short work of getting her clothes off, kicking her boots in the corner of the room. Her eyes were smouldering, fixed on him the whole time.
Pushing his own pants down, Derick stepped out of them en route to that... en route to heaven. And he was on her in a flash, his mouth pressing and demanding her tongue, sucking at her skin like he couldn't get enough of it. Derick moaned as his fingers disappeared into soft, downy curls. "Fuck I need you... I'm..." Moaning, Derick pushed her back against the wall, wrapping a solid and warm arm around her waist to lift her up. "I need you..." he whispered thickly to her as he bent his knees.
"Just..." Sloane started, sensing his hesitation. Ridiculous really. Wasn't it plain to see that she needed him just as much? It was burning her, the wait, the need. And he was the only one who could quench that thirst. "Just do it, bashu..." Her legs wrapped around him once more, digging her heels to get him to move. Her face was buried in his neck, biting him there then licking and kissing. She revelled in his smell and the taste of him. Christ, she had missed that.
Growling, Derick found her open and... oh fuck.. waiting pussy. In one altogether move, he pushed with his knees, his back... sliding his cock home fiercely as they thudded against the wall. "Sloane.. Sloane..." Derick panted as he pulled halfway out and forced himself into her tight, wet passage again.
"Aw hell..." she let out in a groan. She nearly came as he entered her. Sheer will alone kept her from the edge. "God, Derick..." He felt so good, so hot. This was exactly what had been haunting her. How good and alive he could make her feel. She started to move against him, with him. Every time he drove into her and into that wall, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
His arm around her, Derick thrust heavily into her again, his free hand under her hip. He nuzzled her neck, allowing his teeth on to that fresh, warm skin once as he buried himself into her. Derick didn't move this time, he stayed in her full and always the home as the anger sighed away in relief, his lips nibbling at her neck for an instant. This... no, if she came back to him.. he promised himself he wouldn't be so animalistic... that he deserved the Sloane that showed herself to him that night so many weeks ago. "Bashu," he whispered, still inside her, still swollen.
Breathing heavily, Sloane pulled her head back, letting it hit the wall behind her. There was something going on, something holding him back. "What is it?" she asked, trying to see his face.
Pushing off the wall, Derick pulled her safely to him, his arms around her as he turned towards the bed. How he managed to lower them both, he wasn't sure... he couldn't feel it in his thighs, but Derick didn't say anything until he was properly between her legs and inside her once again. "This is what..." he whispered, kissing her lips and then her chin. "I want to see you."
"Ooh," she sighed in relief. For a moment there she thought he had changed his mind. That she wasn't welcome here, that he didn't want her. His body had told her otherwise but.. hell, his mind could have wanted out. She ran a hand across his face tenderly, her blue eyes watching his. "Then look," she said, smiling weakly. This uncertainty was so alien to her. She knew what she wanted and didn't pay much attention to what other people expected or thought of her as long as she did her job well. But ever since meeting Derick Rickman, she had been in turmoil. And though things were more settled now, or so she thought, it didn't take much to make her doubt herself again when he was in the equation.
Derick wound his fingers into her long hair as he lowered his lips to her mouth, his hips starting to move again. "Damn... I thought I'd imagined how good you felt..." he murmured in relief, kissing her again.
Sloane melted into his kiss, forgetting her earlier doubts. Her hands ran over his back, his shoulders, clutching at his hips. Christ, she needed him. "Make love to me," she pleaded in a whisper before her brain could catch up with her mouth.
Derick smiled, a real smile with none of his usual cockiness or sarcasm, and nuzzled her neck, licking the sweet salt of her sweat off her neck as he paced his hips, his legs moving to find better purchase in the cotton sheets. He slid his free hand over one of those marvellous thighs locked around him and leaned down to kiss her again, this time soft and abiding.
Oh, this was sweet torture. His movements slow and lazy, she could feel the length of him pushing into her fully, right where she needed him, and pull nearly all the way out before he would swing his hips forward again, filling her once more. Slow and easy. Deep and with purpose. In that instant she understood he would be taking his time and she wondered if she would be able to keep up... keep up without begging for her release. She kissed him back with fervour, feeling this connection with him once more, this inexplicable trust, and her arms encircled his chest, hugging him tightly to her.
Moaning, Derick returned the kisses, with a deepening thrust of his hips. Damn, she felt good.. hot and tight, wet.. all for him. It was this that had kept him agitated for the last four days, the non-closure on a feeling that made him shudder just thinking about it. "Bashu... Sloane..." He panted, his need climbing, his cock swollen tightly inside her. "Oh God, Sloane...you feel so good," he chanted in her ear in genuine awe, his breath hitching his voice.
His words. The sincerity she read in them. She wouldn't have thought this from him in a million years. His image, the rumours. She knew his sort, and she could be like him too, take her pleasure and leave the emotions out of it... but from the beginning, that moment when they had paused to really look at each other and had seen something there, that night where in front of his place they had started kissing - and let's face it, making out - it had been more than that. She hadn't wanted to believe it at first... that following morning. It had frightened her beyond her wits too... but she couldn't deny it now.
She turned to kiss his mouth, eat those words like a sweet liqueur. He felt damn good too. Too good. She nipped at his chin, his stubble scratching her skin... sucked on his lips, his tongue, moved to his neck. "Ay-mer..." Her voice was roughened by arousal, her need was dictating her movements, her body meeting his. She wanted him to pound her through the mattress... Why always this urgency with him? It wasn't like she was in a hurry for it to end... "Too fine a' sweet, shigga..." she let out, his first words to her in his native tongue. Burnt on her brain. Like indelible ink. "Pash, bashu. Pash." Yep, he had her begging.
A low growl came from Derick's throat, her words driving his need to sink into that sweet, warm softness that was the real Sloane with a hard, forceful thrust, forcing her legs wider. Derick found her lips again, hungrily as he slid a hand down over her left breast, stopping there to caress it. Her skin was so soft, her nipple was tight and hard under his hand, and he smiled against her lips, his head moving slightly in time to his hips. "Say it again, ay-mer," he said huskily, blue eyes watching hers as he licked her chin, letting his tongue trail down the line of her throat and back up to her ear. "Disay-le ay-gin, bashu..." He whispered to his Sloane, his tone low and loving, entranced. "Répète, pash..."
"Ooh..oh," she let out as he pushed in harder, driving his cock deeper. Was he getting more excited? God, he felt bigger... stretching her. "Pash, bashu," she replied in his mouth, her back arching and her legs widening to accommodate him, give him better access. "Fais-a-me, ay-mer. Pash!"
"..mmmnhh...Sloane..ay-mer..." Derick moaned, his hand sliding down along her ribs and abdomen, circling around her hip to her thigh, pulling it higher. At this moment, there was nothing but Sloane, nothing but the woman he'd wanted for so long. He moaned again, his hand clenching her thigh in time with his deepening thrusts. He was hard, ready...and almost painful, even though he let out a grunt to try and dispel it. "Sloane..." he groaned, eyes closing as he dropped his head to her shoulder. "Sloane..."
Hearing him say her name like this, with abandon and in the throes of passion sent shivers after shivers through her. It was music to her ears, his rich voice coloured by his mounting desire, pained, almost pleading. "Oh, baby," Sloane panted, her head thrown backward, every tendon in her neck standing out as she strained to take his whole length and girth. "Pash, bashu."
Derick left off her thigh, bringing his hand slowly up its previous path, as if trying to memorize every inch through that touch. Nibbling on Sloane's shoulder, her neck, settling into that wanton mouth again, Derick couldn't have been happier as his expressive blue eyes met hers. His free hand stroked Sloane's hair, her chin, her cheek, the back of his fingers laying ever so gentle on that soft skin as their bodies moved together in a smooth rhythm set by his need. How could he have thought she was just a dream? Shifting his own legs, Derick found purchase on the bed, as he went to his elbows, fingers entangling in her silky hair. As soft as his touch was, it couldn't hide the tension building in him, the swelling of his cock; the obvious control he was exerting as he kissed her hungrily.
Her hands clenched spasmodically, one on his shoulder, the other in his hair, pulling him to her. She was so close. "You... oh, god..." she moved frantically against him, her muscles clenching around him. She felt like crying he moved her so. "Derick... pash... I..aw, hell," her voice broke and she came hard, a blinding orgasm jerking her wildly in his hold. "Der..." she growled as she tried to ride the wave.
"Let it go, baby..." Derick murmured against her lips, his voice in tune with his thrusts. "..Let it...." Derick's hands seized on the bed, his arms tightening around her as her release triggered his own. "...god... Sl--ah... Sloane," was all he could manage, his body moving of its own accord, his back and thighs powering his orgasm even though Derick could no longer even keep his eyes open. He could feel himself on every inch of her, so deep inside. "...Sloane..!" he called, burying his face in her neck, in the hair that spread wild on the pillow as all he could was ride his orgasm, thrusting harder even as his hips slowed.
Sloane's hand went to caress his back soothingly while her body still shook in time with his last few thrusts. Her other hand gripped his bicep before moving to the back of his neck, sinking in the short hair there then massaging the tension away gently. "Oh, love... shhhh." She nuzzled him and kissed him, breathing him in. She kept her eyes closed, her mind clinging to that last image of him she got. Her Derick, losing control, his face a mix of pleasure and abandon just before he called her name. She wanted to remember this. Hell, she wanted to see it again. And again.
His shoulders rising and falling rapidly, Derick could only gather Sloane to him, inhaling her scent, drowning in her heartbeat, not realizing he was setting his full weight on her until a few minutes later. "Sloane...." he said weakly, his head popping up from her caress, blinking as he shifted to his elbows. "I'm sorry...." he whispered, kissing her lips gently.
Sorry? Her body stock still, her heart skipped a beat. "For what?" she asked weakly, scared and wishing like hell he wasn't going to say 'about this'.
Derick shifted again, taking more of his weight to his arms and to his knee, her hair curled into his fingers as he nibbled her lips. Her tension relayed back to him, and he caught her eyes. "I was... I'm too heavy to completely lay on you," he said, nibbling her chin.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she felt like kicking him for scaring her like that. She closed her eyes for a second before blinking them open again, tempted to send a prayer of thanks. "You're not too heavy. Never," she said softly, a warm smile lighting up her features. Her elbows pushed his outwardly and her arms moved to encircle his torso, pulling him to her. "I like your weight. A human blanket... you keep me warm." She bit the tip of his nose. "The only blanket I need..."
Nuzzling her neck, Derick allowed himself to relax somewhat on her. "I'm glad, bashu..." He was hardening...again. The softness that had allowed him to disengage from her was fading into stiffness again. "You are..." Derick left off, his lip curling up in a smile as his cock bobbed against her, his eyes studying her reverently. "You are perfect...you know that?"
Blushing, Sloane paused for a moment at a loss for words, her blue eyes lost in his own blue depths. Perfect? Nah. No way. But it was nice to hear all the same. Damn nice. It sent a fuzzy tingling all the way to her toes. Her smile stretched across her face. His weight on her, his warm breath, the rumbling of his voice resonating against her chest. Yes, she may not be perfect but this certainly was. And... she undulated underneath him, the inside of her thigh catching his unmistakable hardness... so was this. Perfect. She quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'already?', both surprised and pleased. "You..." she breathed out before capturing his lips, deciding on showing him instead of using words.
Derick moaned, exhaling in pleasure as he re-entered her swollen folds, gently this time. No demanding, burning need. "God, you feel good..." Derick kissed her chin, followed her jaw to her ear as he continued to slide into her.
"Hmmm..." she let out appreciatively and ran her hands over his slick body, wanting to feel all of him at once. "So do you, Derick. And... hell, you're insatiable..." she added, sucking on his lower lip. "You want me to love you all night, ay-mer? I want to..."
"I'm game if you are," Derick replied huskily, his words ending on a slight groan as her muscles gripped him. "Damn..." he moaned, closing his mouth over hers, his tongue insistent as his hand settled on her thigh, sliding up, up and over that hip, the curve of her slim waist to her breast. Her skin was so soft, so sensitive...his thumb played with her nipple gently.
Sloane chuckled against his mouth as she clenched her inner muscles rhythmically. She liked to feel him tense and flex his cock inside her in reaction. His hand triggered a wave of shivers across her skin and she wrapped her legs around his, sliding hers along in a lazy caress as Derick kept his movements slow. It was like a slow burn and this time Sloane took the time to rediscover him, running her hands over his sides, his back, gripping his arms. It was slow but her arousal grew inexorably, like she guessed it always would with him. And though she enjoyed this less rushed lovemaking, she was striving for completion and to see and feel him lose himself with her again. "You can drive me crazy, y'know that?" It was like she couldn't get enough.
That voice, Sloane's accented, breathy voice that could drive him insane, that he could hear even when she wasn't around. God, she was incredible... she was slick and tight, had serious control over those inner muscles. All the skin on skin contact, her legs wrapped around his sent a shiver racing down his spine, seizing his balls so fast that Derick groaned in urgency. His eyes flashed at her wickedly as he took her hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head, his arms locked into her smaller ones. With another groan, Derick picked up his pace, thrusting inside her heavily. He was fighting his control, part of him wanted to just erupt inside her and the other wanted to hear her come with him, a sweet, in tune sound.
Oh man, Sloane thought, here we go. That look. Just because she told him he could drive her nuts, he just had to go and do it. Thrashing her head side to side, she tried to delay the inevitable. She bit his forearm, she bit her own bottom lip. All tense, she moved with him, concentrating on getting closer but not over the edge just yet. God, she was so close - again. Every thrust made her more vocal and frantic beneath him. "Ba...bashu..."
When her teeth closed onto his arm, Derick growled in response, pumping into her harder as payback as he fastened his mouth onto hers, tongue demanding entrance. Derick loved this, loved watching her fight the experience, the build up. He pushed up a bit on his knees, to get better purchase. The change brought his loss of control, sending it to desperation and an urgency that bled into his voice. "Sloane.. come for me... please..." he begged her in her ear. "Pash... " The pain his cock was giving him would disappear as soon as Sloane came, he knew, needing to feel her.
Jesus. When he put it like that. Sloane let go the moment she heard his plea, unable to deny him anything. Groaning and panting, she lifted her head, wanting to watch him, wanting to see where they met so intimately before she exploded in a thousand pieces. Arching back, she called his name and moaned her pleasure as she gripped his arms hard, rocked to and fro on the mattress.
Her body seemed to grip his everywhere they touched, her inner muscles closing around his so damn tightly that Derick couldn't think. "God... Sloane!" he panted, his voice breaking on her name, eyes closing in surrender as he rode the waves of orgasm pulsing out of his body and into hers. "Sloane..bashu..." he chanted, his weight collapsing onto her, his back rising and falling with his rapid breathing, unable to say anything else for the moment.
Still wracked with aftershocks, Sloane limply lay there, with only her hand finding the back of Derick's neck. Her head to the side, she kissed whatever part of him happened to be close enough..his forehead, his brow. Damn, they fitted so well.
Derick turned his cheek into her hand, breathing against it, his chest still not finding its natural rhythm. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, his breath caught as the action triggered one final nerve splaying shock. "S.. Sloane..." he managed a minute later, holding her tightly to him.
"Hmm?" Sloane let out, nuzzling him but refusing to move further. She was still shaking and feeling so damn good, she wanted to stay in that moment forever.
He could feel her trembling, her light touch a feather against him. She was incredible, so good to him and for him. Even more so, than all those fantasies, more than even Tom knew. With a sigh, he disengaged from her but only slightly shifting to her left, his leg over her thighs and his arm holding her to him. "I could stay like this forever, bashu..." Derick whispered softly.
Hell, how did he do that? She swallowed with difficulty, her emotions raw. "You read my mind..." she let out quietly, a soft smile gracing her features.
Smiling softly, Derick kissed her cheek, her neck and her ear before drawing back. Damn... Derick sighed heavily, studying her profile. "You're beautiful, bashu..."
Sloane returned his smile. So was he. In fact, Sloane thought they were pretty damn beautiful together.
Planetia Utopia Quarter
Gaia
Stardate: October 2165
There was someone in the house.
Derick knew the sound better than most; his years on Mars having never left him. How could they when the gangs roamed the streets looking for easy targets? As he lay in his bed, listening to their intruder, he surmised that was probably the only thing Thom Rickman had been good for. He was such a nasty fucker that no one messed with his house. Memories of the spiteful and seething bastard was this night's proverbial monkey on Derick's back, bringing him out of rest in a foul temper.
How could he not feel like punching something or blowing something up? The chilling sound of Julian's whimpering; the smell of burning flesh. Thom's roar of drunken anger when he realized that Derick and/or Julian had not done something he swore he'd asked them to.
The front door swooshed shut. Whoever it was, they were inside now.
Derick's hearing, fine-tuned by the night silence, picked up muffled footsteps, fast and heavy. Whoever it was, they knew where they were going. Pushing himself off the bed like a great jungle cat sensing its prey, Derick stole to the wall beside his door. Why their house? With two men, one of whom was a MACO?
The sounds stopped at his door, as the visitor keyed the door open. Check 'where they were going' off the list.
Derick waited just in front of the door, ready to attack before the intruder got their bearings. His foul temper of early had not faded and frankly, he was a little happy this stupid fucker had chosen -his- house tonight.
The door went to the side and Derick advanced with an angry "HA!" like a horse out of the gate; his right hand taking the other's left into an advanced wrist lock and his right went to the throat of the smaller figure, as Derick propelled them both into the wall across from his door before he got a good look. The move wasn't set to stun the perpetrator, rather to keep him still while Derick interrogated him...
Holy fuck...
Her. The recognition was in Derick's eyes before it reached his still angry brain and he held Sloane against the wall, breathing angrily like a mad animal.
She landed against the wall with a muffled thud, her breath knocked out of her. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. She had anticipated him to hear her - what MACO wouldn't feel an intruder in his own digs? She slackened her stance, not fighting him. His raw strength, his feral hold on her were electrifying. Exciting. A sharp intake of breath at the near murderous look in his eyes, which soon turning to shocking recognition, was her only movement. She had thought he'd get over his surprise and be happy to see her... but now that he had his hand encircling her neck, his face close to hers, she could tell he was really pissed. Nope, it hadn't been her brightest idea.
Christ, she was here. Derick hadn't heard from her in a week or better, even before the Enterprise had gone out. And now she was here. "Christ, Sloane..." Derick said weakly, letting go of her throat and easing off her hand as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Fuck.. I'm sorry..." he said through gritted teeth, his hand sliding to the back of her head.
Relief flooded her at his reaction. Forgetting her sore wrist, she leaned into him, her lips seeking his. "No. No, I'm sorry." Kiss. "We got back early." Kiss. "And I couldn't wait." Kiss. "I should have known better..." Kiss. "... than to break into your place." Kiss. Nibble. Kiss.
She was here... in his house, her warm body pressing against his. The whole damn thing hadn't been a fucking pipedream.. made up in his confusion over Tom and Alex, Julian.. hell, the whole fucking world. Derick didn't say a word. He turned his head into hers, coming down fierce on her exploring lips, his hand sliding up her thigh, around her hip and down to that... oh fuck yea... that incredible ass. Derick felt his cock harden instantly, almost painfully and he hissed against her lips, wrapping his arms around her. Lifting her up, he stepped backwards into his room, into their safe haven where they could be lovers, just plain Derick and Sloane.
And like on that very first night, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her, desire flooding her already very needy body when she felt his erection pressed between her legs. Damn these clothes they had to wear day in day out. She couldn't wait to get out of them.
The door swooshed shut behind them and Derick slapped the lock on it as he put Sloane on her feet. Suddenly, everything rushed him... the bad night, the fucking memories... Sloane coming to him logjammed in his head and he had to be savage, to release the anger before it hurt her, his ay-mer. "Fuck," he muttered into her mouth as he ground hips into her, his hands holding her perfect butt tight. His hand found the release on her pants desperately. "Christ..." he swore, unable to find enough spots to put his hands or kiss her with enough desire. "Off, bashu.. take these fucking pants off!" he demanded.
Sloane moaned into his ear, his rushed movements and plea giving her goose bumps. Christ, he wasn't the only one needing this badly. "Hang on," she breathed out, her voice husky. She pushed him far enough so she could move and made short work of getting her clothes off, kicking her boots in the corner of the room. Her eyes were smouldering, fixed on him the whole time.
Pushing his own pants down, Derick stepped out of them en route to that... en route to heaven. And he was on her in a flash, his mouth pressing and demanding her tongue, sucking at her skin like he couldn't get enough of it. Derick moaned as his fingers disappeared into soft, downy curls. "Fuck I need you... I'm..." Moaning, Derick pushed her back against the wall, wrapping a solid and warm arm around her waist to lift her up. "I need you..." he whispered thickly to her as he bent his knees.
"Just..." Sloane started, sensing his hesitation. Ridiculous really. Wasn't it plain to see that she needed him just as much? It was burning her, the wait, the need. And he was the only one who could quench that thirst. "Just do it, bashu..." Her legs wrapped around him once more, digging her heels to get him to move. Her face was buried in his neck, biting him there then licking and kissing. She revelled in his smell and the taste of him. Christ, she had missed that.
Growling, Derick found her open and... oh fuck.. waiting pussy. In one altogether move, he pushed with his knees, his back... sliding his cock home fiercely as they thudded against the wall. "Sloane.. Sloane..." Derick panted as he pulled halfway out and forced himself into her tight, wet passage again.
"Aw hell..." she let out in a groan. She nearly came as he entered her. Sheer will alone kept her from the edge. "God, Derick..." He felt so good, so hot. This was exactly what had been haunting her. How good and alive he could make her feel. She started to move against him, with him. Every time he drove into her and into that wall, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
His arm around her, Derick thrust heavily into her again, his free hand under her hip. He nuzzled her neck, allowing his teeth on to that fresh, warm skin once as he buried himself into her. Derick didn't move this time, he stayed in her full and always the home as the anger sighed away in relief, his lips nibbling at her neck for an instant. This... no, if she came back to him.. he promised himself he wouldn't be so animalistic... that he deserved the Sloane that showed herself to him that night so many weeks ago. "Bashu," he whispered, still inside her, still swollen.
Breathing heavily, Sloane pulled her head back, letting it hit the wall behind her. There was something going on, something holding him back. "What is it?" she asked, trying to see his face.
Pushing off the wall, Derick pulled her safely to him, his arms around her as he turned towards the bed. How he managed to lower them both, he wasn't sure... he couldn't feel it in his thighs, but Derick didn't say anything until he was properly between her legs and inside her once again. "This is what..." he whispered, kissing her lips and then her chin. "I want to see you."
"Ooh," she sighed in relief. For a moment there she thought he had changed his mind. That she wasn't welcome here, that he didn't want her. His body had told her otherwise but.. hell, his mind could have wanted out. She ran a hand across his face tenderly, her blue eyes watching his. "Then look," she said, smiling weakly. This uncertainty was so alien to her. She knew what she wanted and didn't pay much attention to what other people expected or thought of her as long as she did her job well. But ever since meeting Derick Rickman, she had been in turmoil. And though things were more settled now, or so she thought, it didn't take much to make her doubt herself again when he was in the equation.
Derick wound his fingers into her long hair as he lowered his lips to her mouth, his hips starting to move again. "Damn... I thought I'd imagined how good you felt..." he murmured in relief, kissing her again.
Sloane melted into his kiss, forgetting her earlier doubts. Her hands ran over his back, his shoulders, clutching at his hips. Christ, she needed him. "Make love to me," she pleaded in a whisper before her brain could catch up with her mouth.
Derick smiled, a real smile with none of his usual cockiness or sarcasm, and nuzzled her neck, licking the sweet salt of her sweat off her neck as he paced his hips, his legs moving to find better purchase in the cotton sheets. He slid his free hand over one of those marvellous thighs locked around him and leaned down to kiss her again, this time soft and abiding.
Oh, this was sweet torture. His movements slow and lazy, she could feel the length of him pushing into her fully, right where she needed him, and pull nearly all the way out before he would swing his hips forward again, filling her once more. Slow and easy. Deep and with purpose. In that instant she understood he would be taking his time and she wondered if she would be able to keep up... keep up without begging for her release. She kissed him back with fervour, feeling this connection with him once more, this inexplicable trust, and her arms encircled his chest, hugging him tightly to her.
Moaning, Derick returned the kisses, with a deepening thrust of his hips. Damn, she felt good.. hot and tight, wet.. all for him. It was this that had kept him agitated for the last four days, the non-closure on a feeling that made him shudder just thinking about it. "Bashu... Sloane..." He panted, his need climbing, his cock swollen tightly inside her. "Oh God, Sloane...you feel so good," he chanted in her ear in genuine awe, his breath hitching his voice.
His words. The sincerity she read in them. She wouldn't have thought this from him in a million years. His image, the rumours. She knew his sort, and she could be like him too, take her pleasure and leave the emotions out of it... but from the beginning, that moment when they had paused to really look at each other and had seen something there, that night where in front of his place they had started kissing - and let's face it, making out - it had been more than that. She hadn't wanted to believe it at first... that following morning. It had frightened her beyond her wits too... but she couldn't deny it now.
She turned to kiss his mouth, eat those words like a sweet liqueur. He felt damn good too. Too good. She nipped at his chin, his stubble scratching her skin... sucked on his lips, his tongue, moved to his neck. "Ay-mer..." Her voice was roughened by arousal, her need was dictating her movements, her body meeting his. She wanted him to pound her through the mattress... Why always this urgency with him? It wasn't like she was in a hurry for it to end... "Too fine a' sweet, shigga..." she let out, his first words to her in his native tongue. Burnt on her brain. Like indelible ink. "Pash, bashu. Pash." Yep, he had her begging.
A low growl came from Derick's throat, her words driving his need to sink into that sweet, warm softness that was the real Sloane with a hard, forceful thrust, forcing her legs wider. Derick found her lips again, hungrily as he slid a hand down over her left breast, stopping there to caress it. Her skin was so soft, her nipple was tight and hard under his hand, and he smiled against her lips, his head moving slightly in time to his hips. "Say it again, ay-mer," he said huskily, blue eyes watching hers as he licked her chin, letting his tongue trail down the line of her throat and back up to her ear. "Disay-le ay-gin, bashu..." He whispered to his Sloane, his tone low and loving, entranced. "Répète, pash..."
"Ooh..oh," she let out as he pushed in harder, driving his cock deeper. Was he getting more excited? God, he felt bigger... stretching her. "Pash, bashu," she replied in his mouth, her back arching and her legs widening to accommodate him, give him better access. "Fais-a-me, ay-mer. Pash!"
"..mmmnhh...Sloane..ay-mer..." Derick moaned, his hand sliding down along her ribs and abdomen, circling around her hip to her thigh, pulling it higher. At this moment, there was nothing but Sloane, nothing but the woman he'd wanted for so long. He moaned again, his hand clenching her thigh in time with his deepening thrusts. He was hard, ready...and almost painful, even though he let out a grunt to try and dispel it. "Sloane..." he groaned, eyes closing as he dropped his head to her shoulder. "Sloane..."
Hearing him say her name like this, with abandon and in the throes of passion sent shivers after shivers through her. It was music to her ears, his rich voice coloured by his mounting desire, pained, almost pleading. "Oh, baby," Sloane panted, her head thrown backward, every tendon in her neck standing out as she strained to take his whole length and girth. "Pash, bashu."
Derick left off her thigh, bringing his hand slowly up its previous path, as if trying to memorize every inch through that touch. Nibbling on Sloane's shoulder, her neck, settling into that wanton mouth again, Derick couldn't have been happier as his expressive blue eyes met hers. His free hand stroked Sloane's hair, her chin, her cheek, the back of his fingers laying ever so gentle on that soft skin as their bodies moved together in a smooth rhythm set by his need. How could he have thought she was just a dream? Shifting his own legs, Derick found purchase on the bed, as he went to his elbows, fingers entangling in her silky hair. As soft as his touch was, it couldn't hide the tension building in him, the swelling of his cock; the obvious control he was exerting as he kissed her hungrily.
Her hands clenched spasmodically, one on his shoulder, the other in his hair, pulling him to her. She was so close. "You... oh, god..." she moved frantically against him, her muscles clenching around him. She felt like crying he moved her so. "Derick... pash... I..aw, hell," her voice broke and she came hard, a blinding orgasm jerking her wildly in his hold. "Der..." she growled as she tried to ride the wave.
"Let it go, baby..." Derick murmured against her lips, his voice in tune with his thrusts. "..Let it...." Derick's hands seized on the bed, his arms tightening around her as her release triggered his own. "...god... Sl--ah... Sloane," was all he could manage, his body moving of its own accord, his back and thighs powering his orgasm even though Derick could no longer even keep his eyes open. He could feel himself on every inch of her, so deep inside. "...Sloane..!" he called, burying his face in her neck, in the hair that spread wild on the pillow as all he could was ride his orgasm, thrusting harder even as his hips slowed.
Sloane's hand went to caress his back soothingly while her body still shook in time with his last few thrusts. Her other hand gripped his bicep before moving to the back of his neck, sinking in the short hair there then massaging the tension away gently. "Oh, love... shhhh." She nuzzled him and kissed him, breathing him in. She kept her eyes closed, her mind clinging to that last image of him she got. Her Derick, losing control, his face a mix of pleasure and abandon just before he called her name. She wanted to remember this. Hell, she wanted to see it again. And again.
His shoulders rising and falling rapidly, Derick could only gather Sloane to him, inhaling her scent, drowning in her heartbeat, not realizing he was setting his full weight on her until a few minutes later. "Sloane...." he said weakly, his head popping up from her caress, blinking as he shifted to his elbows. "I'm sorry...." he whispered, kissing her lips gently.
Sorry? Her body stock still, her heart skipped a beat. "For what?" she asked weakly, scared and wishing like hell he wasn't going to say 'about this'.
Derick shifted again, taking more of his weight to his arms and to his knee, her hair curled into his fingers as he nibbled her lips. Her tension relayed back to him, and he caught her eyes. "I was... I'm too heavy to completely lay on you," he said, nibbling her chin.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she felt like kicking him for scaring her like that. She closed her eyes for a second before blinking them open again, tempted to send a prayer of thanks. "You're not too heavy. Never," she said softly, a warm smile lighting up her features. Her elbows pushed his outwardly and her arms moved to encircle his torso, pulling him to her. "I like your weight. A human blanket... you keep me warm." She bit the tip of his nose. "The only blanket I need..."
Nuzzling her neck, Derick allowed himself to relax somewhat on her. "I'm glad, bashu..." He was hardening...again. The softness that had allowed him to disengage from her was fading into stiffness again. "You are..." Derick left off, his lip curling up in a smile as his cock bobbed against her, his eyes studying her reverently. "You are perfect...you know that?"
Blushing, Sloane paused for a moment at a loss for words, her blue eyes lost in his own blue depths. Perfect? Nah. No way. But it was nice to hear all the same. Damn nice. It sent a fuzzy tingling all the way to her toes. Her smile stretched across her face. His weight on her, his warm breath, the rumbling of his voice resonating against her chest. Yes, she may not be perfect but this certainly was. And... she undulated underneath him, the inside of her thigh catching his unmistakable hardness... so was this. Perfect. She quirked an eyebrow as if to say 'already?', both surprised and pleased. "You..." she breathed out before capturing his lips, deciding on showing him instead of using words.
Derick moaned, exhaling in pleasure as he re-entered her swollen folds, gently this time. No demanding, burning need. "God, you feel good..." Derick kissed her chin, followed her jaw to her ear as he continued to slide into her.
"Hmmm..." she let out appreciatively and ran her hands over his slick body, wanting to feel all of him at once. "So do you, Derick. And... hell, you're insatiable..." she added, sucking on his lower lip. "You want me to love you all night, ay-mer? I want to..."
"I'm game if you are," Derick replied huskily, his words ending on a slight groan as her muscles gripped him. "Damn..." he moaned, closing his mouth over hers, his tongue insistent as his hand settled on her thigh, sliding up, up and over that hip, the curve of her slim waist to her breast. Her skin was so soft, so sensitive...his thumb played with her nipple gently.
Sloane chuckled against his mouth as she clenched her inner muscles rhythmically. She liked to feel him tense and flex his cock inside her in reaction. His hand triggered a wave of shivers across her skin and she wrapped her legs around his, sliding hers along in a lazy caress as Derick kept his movements slow. It was like a slow burn and this time Sloane took the time to rediscover him, running her hands over his sides, his back, gripping his arms. It was slow but her arousal grew inexorably, like she guessed it always would with him. And though she enjoyed this less rushed lovemaking, she was striving for completion and to see and feel him lose himself with her again. "You can drive me crazy, y'know that?" It was like she couldn't get enough.
That voice, Sloane's accented, breathy voice that could drive him insane, that he could hear even when she wasn't around. God, she was incredible... she was slick and tight, had serious control over those inner muscles. All the skin on skin contact, her legs wrapped around his sent a shiver racing down his spine, seizing his balls so fast that Derick groaned in urgency. His eyes flashed at her wickedly as he took her hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head, his arms locked into her smaller ones. With another groan, Derick picked up his pace, thrusting inside her heavily. He was fighting his control, part of him wanted to just erupt inside her and the other wanted to hear her come with him, a sweet, in tune sound.
Oh man, Sloane thought, here we go. That look. Just because she told him he could drive her nuts, he just had to go and do it. Thrashing her head side to side, she tried to delay the inevitable. She bit his forearm, she bit her own bottom lip. All tense, she moved with him, concentrating on getting closer but not over the edge just yet. God, she was so close - again. Every thrust made her more vocal and frantic beneath him. "Ba...bashu..."
When her teeth closed onto his arm, Derick growled in response, pumping into her harder as payback as he fastened his mouth onto hers, tongue demanding entrance. Derick loved this, loved watching her fight the experience, the build up. He pushed up a bit on his knees, to get better purchase. The change brought his loss of control, sending it to desperation and an urgency that bled into his voice. "Sloane.. come for me... please..." he begged her in her ear. "Pash... " The pain his cock was giving him would disappear as soon as Sloane came, he knew, needing to feel her.
Jesus. When he put it like that. Sloane let go the moment she heard his plea, unable to deny him anything. Groaning and panting, she lifted her head, wanting to watch him, wanting to see where they met so intimately before she exploded in a thousand pieces. Arching back, she called his name and moaned her pleasure as she gripped his arms hard, rocked to and fro on the mattress.
Her body seemed to grip his everywhere they touched, her inner muscles closing around his so damn tightly that Derick couldn't think. "God... Sloane!" he panted, his voice breaking on her name, eyes closing in surrender as he rode the waves of orgasm pulsing out of his body and into hers. "Sloane..bashu..." he chanted, his weight collapsing onto her, his back rising and falling with his rapid breathing, unable to say anything else for the moment.
Still wracked with aftershocks, Sloane limply lay there, with only her hand finding the back of Derick's neck. Her head to the side, she kissed whatever part of him happened to be close enough..his forehead, his brow. Damn, they fitted so well.
Derick turned his cheek into her hand, breathing against it, his chest still not finding its natural rhythm. Sliding his hands under her shoulders, his breath caught as the action triggered one final nerve splaying shock. "S.. Sloane..." he managed a minute later, holding her tightly to him.
"Hmm?" Sloane let out, nuzzling him but refusing to move further. She was still shaking and feeling so damn good, she wanted to stay in that moment forever.
He could feel her trembling, her light touch a feather against him. She was incredible, so good to him and for him. Even more so, than all those fantasies, more than even Tom knew. With a sigh, he disengaged from her but only slightly shifting to her left, his leg over her thighs and his arm holding her to him. "I could stay like this forever, bashu..." Derick whispered softly.
Hell, how did he do that? She swallowed with difficulty, her emotions raw. "You read my mind..." she let out quietly, a soft smile gracing her features.
Smiling softly, Derick kissed her cheek, her neck and her ear before drawing back. Damn... Derick sighed heavily, studying her profile. "You're beautiful, bashu..."
Sloane returned his smile. So was he. In fact, Sloane thought they were pretty damn beautiful together.