bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

The feeling is mutual.

[She teased around him again, bracing herself up on the bed so he couldn't pull her closer.]

Should I open the lube?

[Damn her. So close and yet so far.] Unless you want to hear me screaming. [A soft, breathless laugh.]

I could always use my mouth, but I don't know if you have the patience for it.

[She grinned, reaching over for the lube, taking her hands back to snap the lid open and drip a little on two fingers.]

[There’s a slug joke in there somewhere that he’s not going to make to ruin her mood. Instead he’d just lay there and enjoy his little not-so-alone time, rubbing the sensitive head of his erection with a shameless moan.] Have you done this before?

What, worried I'm just going to ram it in? Come on, Murdock. You're Catholic. Have a little faith.

[Her hand moved down to between his ass cheeks, cold and wet as her fingers circled around his hole. She pressed lightly against the center of it with her index finger, her other hand sliding up to tease over his shaft as she did.]

Good?

You might think I like it excruciatingly painful. [Oh God coldcoldcold. She made him gasp and shiver, his hand moving away from his cock to curl into the bedsheets.] It's cold.

Give it a minute...

[She slicked around his hole, warming the lotion. She'd just brought a lubricant and not a warming lubricant, since she hadn't known how he'd feel about the latter with his senses as hyped as they were. So she worked over him, not pressing in, not doing more than just slicking him up on the outside with both fingers.]

[Cold and wet. Not unpleasant but not entirely comfortable either. Not just yet, anyway, but she was working him good.] You dirty little girl. [He hissed as the bite of the chill faded into something warm and slick.] Making me horny.

Mm, that's sort of the goal when I have you naked in front of me and my fingers are about to go up your ass.

[She tried again with her index finger, pressing slowly, carefully, watching him to see how he reacted to that slow intrusion.]

[His mouth might never admit it, and he might end up saying something else, but apart from the initial sense of oddness, he seemed to like it.] Jess...

Matt...

[She drew his name out, turning her wrist so she could press around the entirety of his ass, slicking him up that much more before she slid in a little further.]

[He groaned and moved against her hand, pleading wordlessly in groans and sighs.] We're enjoying this too much.

That's kind of the point of sex, Matt.

[She was grinning as she let her finger go in a little further, careful with him, turning her wrist back upright so she could crook her finger, starting to look for his prostate to tease against.]

Thought you only liked me for my liquor cabinet. [She'll know when she's found his sweet spot. The chattiness would stop abruptly. That and the way his body arched off the bed, the involuntary spasm and the swearing between the whore noises would give it away.]

[Her look was utterly blase, her finger staying pressed over it, rubbing slightly for ten seconds longer than he could probably take before she turned it away, sliding her finger in a little more deeply.]

I like you for a lot of things. Alcohol's one of them.

[Those were a painfully long ten seconds that felt like ten minutes in which he got closer to God for all the wrong reasons, begging not-so-silently for relief. She probably got a string of yeses and nos interspersed between the 'holy shit Jess what the hell oh my god please' instead of any sign that he'd heard what she said.]

[Watching him lose himself that much was a treat, and she opted to keep playing with him. She slid her finger almost all the way out, then slowly eased it back in, working it in deeper and watching again for signs of discomfort. Every once in a while, she'd crook it and press over that magic spot, biting her lip and wondering how effusive he'd be with those praises.]

[She was blowing his mind in ways his mind hadn’t been blown in so long that it felt like the first time all over again. He was writhing on the bed, his hips responding to her touch, white-knuckled grip in the side of his pillow. His toes curled and he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle his moans. On the few rare occasions his eyes fluttered open he seemed dazed, half-high on what she was doing to him as laboured breaths turned to shallow panting.] Fuck me Jess. Please...

[She kept her gaze on him, a flush going over her cheeks as she felt her own rush of arousal. Matt in the throes of being horny was... fucking amazing to watch.]

Not yet, greedy. I told you, I'm going easy on you.

[Not entirely true. She was tickling over that spot more often than she needed to, but it was too enticing to make him writhe like that for her to resist. She did draw her finger all the way out, picking up the bottle of lube and adding another drizzle, just in case, then moved to make one finger become two.

Her vibrator wasn't a large girthy one, small, slim and silver, but it was still wider than a single digit.]

Tell me how much you like it.

You’re not, you- you... [He hissed and groaned again as she stroked him just there. Had him whimpering and quivering. Whatever she was doing to him down there felt big and invasive and pleasurable - the exact opposite of going easy. He liked it enough to not want to touch his hard, throbbing cock in case he made a mess too soon, too quickly. His uncoordinated squirming made for a poor attempt at lowering the intensity of how everything felt.]

I like this. [It’s a quiet but shameless little plea.] I like you on me, in me. You... you feel amazing. [She had him raking his nails over the mattress with his head turned, the exposed side of his neck hot to the touch.]

[Jessica kept her fingers moving slowly, carefully, letting him feel her work him open, but not forcing anything. Not pushing past any resistance. Just pressing into him and moving when he allowed it. And, yes, finding that spot to watch him buck, because Jesus Christ...]

And think, I'm doing all this with my clothes on.

[She was aware of the fact she was fully dressed if only because she could feel the heat of her arousal trapped between her skin and the cloth covering it.]

Think you're ready for Buzz?

I want to. I want... [This felt like some sort of payback for last night. He'd stayed mostly clothed as well with his head between her legs. But unlike him she couldn't hear or feel the way his shirt caressed his skin. Matt wouldn't really be sure if he was ready to go to infinity and beyond, despite what his filthy mouth was insisting at the moment.]

[She was still smiling, feeling that throbbing need beating through her even as he squirmed in front of her. Drawing her hand free, she moved to pick up the vibrator, drizzling lube over it and stroking it to spread it evenly as well as to try to warm it up for him.]

I like you like this. Another Kodak moment.

[Her slick hand moved to his cock, gripping around the base of him to keep the blood flow trapped as she slowly pressed the silver wand to his ass. She was slow as she pressed it in, watching. Judging. Enjoying.]

Holy ffffwoh my god [His eyebrows furrowed as he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched down hard around that odd sensation that screamed COLDcoldcold throughout his body. If she wasn't so close to him he might have kicked her. He made a half-hearted lunge for her wrist and his fingertips grasped helplessly into thin air, hovering an inch away from her forearm.]

[She stilled, twisting the vibrator instead of pressing it in, drawing it back out just a little before she nudged it back in that little bit again.]

Too much?

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I feel dirty again - sensing a pattern here with you...

Me? I did nothing. /innocent

such denial, much guilt

Said the pot to the kettle.

I totally didn't start this at all >_> <_<

Except you DID

It was ONE INNOCENT QUESTION

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE it was.