bakerstreet | Make a Move

King Consort of Little Eden?

[Hey, look at that. She got her voice back. Possibly in time to stick her foot in it, but hey, she'd found the island all by herself. That made her the ruler.]

If you're the queen, I think I could handle that.

[He let go of her hair to reach for her hand, bringing it up to kiss at the tips of her fingers, since she'd liked that before. Of course, as they'd upped the ante a little, he nipped at the tip of her forefinger.]

Do we get crowns?

Mmmm, I could probably arrange for that, wow, that's hard to think through...

[Fingers were so sensitive. Who knew? It made her want to trace his lips, to trace every plane of his face... She had so much to learn about relationships and impulses, and she wanted to be a very attentive student.]

This?

[He let his tongue come out to lick the tip of her finger, dragging his teeth over it before ending with a kiss.]

I'll remember that for later. Is there... anything maybe you'd like? To try, or for me to... ah... well.

[They were both learning, but Steve was definitely up there with being an eager student.]

[There was a gasp. A full-body shiver. And then, just before he finished, she flipped them over and settled herself on top of him, astride him, pinning him. Of course, if he wanted free, she wouldn't hold him down, but for the moment?

For the moment, Kara was mostly conscious of the fact that her body wanted him, and she wasn't really in the mood to say no. Not after how the touch of his teeth had sent little shocks between her legs, waking her up in so many ways.]

It's my turn.

[She kept surprising him with things like that, but in a way that had a thrill going through him. He looked up at her with wide eyes for a moment, then grinned and wiggled a little, settling more comfortably.]

Anything you want...

[It was the wiggle that soothed her after a moment's worry. But this was Steve. He'd already proven he wasn't afraid of her and that was such a good feeling. She leaned down to kiss his lips, but then tried something new. She took his lower lip between her teeth, giving it a gentle worrying, then a light tug before she moved her kisses down his throat.

There was something amazing about how she could feel his pulse through her lips. Humans wrote about vampires doing that, but there was no way she was going to bite him like that. She did kiss him, though, right over his pulse, and then on a soft spot just under his jaw. She liked that place, too.]

[Lying on his back like this, that gave him two free hands to put on her. He started them at her thighs (she had nice, strong thighs), then moved them upward. One made a brief little detour to her ass again, feeling the way it curved before he continued upward along her back.

Her mouth nipped at his and he let out a surprised little groan, head tipping up as she moved hers lower to give her free rein.]

That is... I can see why you didn't mind it.

Mm, and it gets so tempting to rush...

[His self control, Kara decided, was amazing. Because with that sweep of his hands, this time it was her who was pushing down against him. There wasn't any outward sign, unlike him, but there was no denying he'd had an effect on her. Under her bikini top, her nipples had hardened and were definitely staying that way. And rubbing against him that way - somehow she stopped herself after that first arch, but she wasn't quite sure how.

Maybe it was because he had a lovely neck to kiss, and she did, kiss after kiss, following the line of his jaw, the curve of his neck, until her lips were just below his ear and she made a choice. Her choice was to pull back just a little, a fraction of an inch, and touch just the tip of her tongue to his skin before blowing on it. Just a little touch of chill to his skin.]

[She ground down, just the once, but it was like a rush of pleasure that flooded him, making him go from halfway there to all the way aroused. Friction was a hell of a thing, especially when the one doing the grinding was in a florescent bikini and there were two very thin layers of fabric keeping him from that heat he could feel. Jesus...

Then there was her mouth, kissing slow, small little pecks against his skin until he felt that wet heat of her tongue, then the cooling breath that had him shivering a little. His hands went back to her thighs, gripping her there and kneading as he let out a pleased little sigh.]

You are going to drive me crazy.

Going to drive each other crazy.

[His hands again, and she moved again, and she was about to give in because even if she was completely new to this - which she was - she was over twenty-one and she had hormones so she'd looked, so she knew how things worked and the way he felt beneath her was starting to make certain parts of her feel demanding.

The third time Kara ground down against him, it wasn't in reaction. It was choice and want and it pulled a mewl from between her lips. Yes. Crazy. Very, very crazy. Because her mind didn't want to work anymore.]

[That grinding was making his heart pound in his chest. Little jolds of pleasure licked up his spine, pooling heat in the pit of his stomach as he kneaded her thighs. Then she did it again and he heard that sound-- Dear god. Had anything ever sounded more arousing than that sound?

A hand moved up to the back of her neck and he pulled her down, even as he lifted up to meet her, lips finding hers with a needy sound as his other hand moved to her ass. That grip pulled her against him even as he returned the favor and ground back upward, giving as good as he got and making a little keening whine in the back of his own throat because there was no way he could keep that sort of feeling contained inside him without something getting out.]

[Okay, out of all the things she'd read about or seen or watched, none of it exactly covered this. She was mentally lost. But her body seemed to know things she didn't.

His kiss felt necessary and she wasn't letting that go. She did take a sip of air now and then, but then her mouth was back on his, and her body moved.

His shoulders were the perfect place to hold on to as her body took the lead, her hips moving against his in a way that had to be instinct because it was definitely not something she knew. No, what she knew was that it was good and that she didn't want to stop, no matter how she heard herself moan and sigh.]

[See, now, if Steve had looked the way he looked now and had been born into the world so that he was at the age he should be? He might be familiar with the term 'dry humping', and he might also have had first hand knowledge of it. As it was, all he knew was that friction was a blessing, she felt amazing, and he was pretty sure he was halfway in love. And no, that wasn't the hormones talking.

His hands moved, sliding up along her sides until they got to her top again, and he paused, breaking the kiss to look up at her.]

Would-- Do you think you'd be comfortable with... I mean, if you don't want to, that's okay.

Yes.

[Whether he meant hands wandering, clothes coming off, or this turning into the real deal, the answer was yes. She wanted him. Close to desperately, she wanted him, and ...

Yes.]

I want to wake up tangled up with you.

[His smile turned into something softer, something that showed the warmth of what he felt and not just the heat. His hands moved up to cup her face, drawing her in for a slow kiss that ended with him giving her lower lip a little bite.]

I'd like that. A heck of a lot.

[It would be so easy to love him. Just tumble headfirst and land in bliss. She laughed softly, returned his kiss, and whispered-]

Anything you want, Steve. I'm ready for anything.

[Her hand trailed down his chest, one fingertip brushing his nipple on its way down.]

Would, ah... oh.

[He hadn't realized that men had sensitive nipples. He felt a little zing from that, his eyes flicking down to the pink covering hers, then grinned a little slyly up at her.]

May I?

[He reached for the strap of her top, fingering it a little as he thought about just what he was asking and where that would lead.

Only good places.]

[She was blushing and nodding at the same time, bracing her hands on his chest to lift up enough to make it possible - though she knew she was going to have to raise them over her head. Unless...

She'd find out.]

It'll make us even, right?

Technically, yes... But I think you'd look much more provocative without yours than I do.

[His hand moved down along her strap, sliding around the sides of her breasts until he could slip a finger up under the elastic band in the middle of her chest.]

Might need a little, ah, help.

--Oh, right.

[He'd never disrobed a woman before. Especially not one in a bathing suit. Maybe she was lucky that men's clothing was so simple, compared.

Not that a bandeau was hard, but... it was a little tight.

She sat up a little more, crossed her arms in front of her, and took hold of the sides of the top. She was really going to do this. First time. And someone - someone she really, really liked - was going to see her half naked. It was a momentary case of the butterflies to quell, but then she sighed out a breath that ruffled his hair and pulled up. No real challenge. Just elastic stretching, lifting away, and leaving her bare as she dropped the pink top onto the mattress beside them.]

[He hoped she didn't get offended that his eyes dropped from hers down to her bared breasts for a moment. He took in the sight of her sitting on him like that, half naked with ruffled hair and that expression on her face as she dropped the top.]

You really are stunning.

[The flush of her arousal reached to the tops of her breasts, something she'd never been sure if she liked or not. But she had liked that they were proportional. Even. She even liked the rosy colour of her nipples, even if she was still undecided on how they looked hard, as they were now. Hard and pointed and sensitive, and now, lacking the cloth covering, susceptible to the light breeze that moved through their cave from time to time.]

So are you. I have to remind myself not to stare.

[Slowly, his hands moved up along her sides, thumbs grazing under the swell of each of her breasts as he felt the softness of them for the first time.]

I don't mind you staring. I don't mind you touching, either. I think I'm pretty much okay with you doing anything you want.

[Still with his eyes on her to see how okay with it she was, one of his hands moved, coming up to cup her breast fully, letting his thumb glide over one of those perky little nipples and feeling a flush of heat knowing that he was actually touching her breast. And it felt good.]

[If he needed encouragement, maybe he'd find it in the pleasured sound she made. Or maybe the way she arched her back into his touch. Oh, wow, that was different when it was someone else's hand...]

Curve of your back. Your waist and your shoulders. I want to learn every inch...

[Her voice had gone low and breathy, her eyes half-closed. She did have a lot to learn, but the lessons were going to be so much fun.]

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