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1 through F › Crossing Jordan
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,119
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Crossing Jordan, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Calm Before the Storm
I moved around him with deliberate grace, gently running a hand along him. I kissed him, more softly than usual, rather than rough and bruising it was almost gentle and sweet. He looked up at me with a wary look in his eye as I pulled out the small bottle, making sure he was well greased before sliding first one, then two, then three fingers inside of him.
He groaned, thrusting back against me and I grinned, moving gently. He seemed almost confused. He was expecting me to be rough, to beat the shit out of him, but I wasn't going to. I was going to purposely be as gentle as I could, drive him crazy in a different way. He was going to be punished, that much was certain, but not yet.
I slipped my fingers out, and pressed myself against his entrance. He groaned as I slid into him, taking my time, feeling the muscles relax around me. I waited until he was loose around me to pull out and thrust back in again, gentle, soft. I reached one hand around to tease him, toy with him, play with him.
He groaned again as I worked into a rhythm, thrusting and gently pulling on him, he was rocking back and forth, thrusting onto me and then against my hand. I grinned, knowing that I was pushing him to the edge with something that he'd never had before-me, gentle.
It was always good to throw him off balance, keep him from knowing what I was going to do next. He was on edge, expecting me to do something to him suddenly, something painful, his punishment for being so disobedient earlier. He did a very bad thing, but he wasn't going to be punished today. I wanted to toy with him first.
He was thrusting against my hand, and with every stroke I gently rubbed the head with my thumb, getting a moan of pleasure out of him each time. He had given up trying to figure out what my angle was, he was enjoying the feelings too much. That was exactly what I wanted it to be.
It may look like I was backing down, but it was serving a purpose. He was going to get cocky, thing I was backing down. At the very least, think that he wasn't going to be punished. It couldn't be further from the truth. I was going to make sure he was going to hurt. Just not today.
It had been a long day anyway-i really didn't feel like getting far into the act, getting into punishing him. It's never fun if you're too exhausted to enjoy it. Right now what I wanted was to get my rocks off, go home, have a nice glass of scotch and a cigar and go to sleep. So I was going to do that.
Nice and gentle. I was building to the edge anyway, he felt so good beneath my touch as I slid in and out of him, enjoying the warm friction. He clamped down hard on me as he came with a long low moan. I grinned and picked up my pace, thrusting as he stayed tight around me, driving me to the edge.
I grinned at him and kissed him again, the gentle kiss before retrieving my pants and walking out the door, leaving him alone yet again. Time for a nice glass of scotch and a cigar while I plotted exactly how he'd pay.
He groaned, thrusting back against me and I grinned, moving gently. He seemed almost confused. He was expecting me to be rough, to beat the shit out of him, but I wasn't going to. I was going to purposely be as gentle as I could, drive him crazy in a different way. He was going to be punished, that much was certain, but not yet.
I slipped my fingers out, and pressed myself against his entrance. He groaned as I slid into him, taking my time, feeling the muscles relax around me. I waited until he was loose around me to pull out and thrust back in again, gentle, soft. I reached one hand around to tease him, toy with him, play with him.
He groaned again as I worked into a rhythm, thrusting and gently pulling on him, he was rocking back and forth, thrusting onto me and then against my hand. I grinned, knowing that I was pushing him to the edge with something that he'd never had before-me, gentle.
It was always good to throw him off balance, keep him from knowing what I was going to do next. He was on edge, expecting me to do something to him suddenly, something painful, his punishment for being so disobedient earlier. He did a very bad thing, but he wasn't going to be punished today. I wanted to toy with him first.
He was thrusting against my hand, and with every stroke I gently rubbed the head with my thumb, getting a moan of pleasure out of him each time. He had given up trying to figure out what my angle was, he was enjoying the feelings too much. That was exactly what I wanted it to be.
It may look like I was backing down, but it was serving a purpose. He was going to get cocky, thing I was backing down. At the very least, think that he wasn't going to be punished. It couldn't be further from the truth. I was going to make sure he was going to hurt. Just not today.
It had been a long day anyway-i really didn't feel like getting far into the act, getting into punishing him. It's never fun if you're too exhausted to enjoy it. Right now what I wanted was to get my rocks off, go home, have a nice glass of scotch and a cigar and go to sleep. So I was going to do that.
Nice and gentle. I was building to the edge anyway, he felt so good beneath my touch as I slid in and out of him, enjoying the warm friction. He clamped down hard on me as he came with a long low moan. I grinned and picked up my pace, thrusting as he stayed tight around me, driving me to the edge.
I grinned at him and kissed him again, the gentle kiss before retrieving my pants and walking out the door, leaving him alone yet again. Time for a nice glass of scotch and a cigar while I plotted exactly how he'd pay.