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Woman on Top	By : sashimiyum Category: G through L > Gilmore Girls Views: 11830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Gilmore Girls, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Usual disclaimer applies. This is sort of sequel to Later Afternnon Tryst. Hope you enjoy this one as much as LAT. Thanks to Jazz and Jessie.

Woman on Top

Rory stole a glance at her boyfriend, who had been quiet their entire stroll. She wrapped her jacket tighter around her frame as another cool October wind blew. It surprised her how much her body reacted at the mere sight of him. Just looking at him made her blush to her toes, and seeing his muscles stretch beneath the material of his clothes sent heat coursing through her body.
She felt guilty. She had always been proper, chaste, perfect even like a Mary. Everyone thought that she could never do wrong, think anything vulgar. They didn't know where her imagination took her when she�s in her bed at night: to a table, bed, shower, bathtub. The list went on. Of course, there was also the presence of their naked bodies, slick with sweat, moving and writhing against the other�s, in those fantasies. Tonight she was finally certain she wanted to make those fantasies a reality.

�Cold?� Tristan asked when he noticed the shiver that shook her body
Rory nodded, slightly embarrassed to be thinking about such things with him sitting so near. �A little.�
Tristan placed his arm around her and pulled her closer to him.
Rory shivered again at his touch, she could feel the heat emanating from his body even with their barrier of their clothes. �Thank you,� she mumbled.
She smiled and let out a happy sigh. �I�m just glad our English project is over. No more Paris, calling everyday to make sure we�ve memorized our lines and to make sure that we were at Ms. Patty�s on time.�
Tristan chuckled. �Well, that�s Paris. Always the perfectionist.�
�You mean obsessive compulsive.�
�Not really, but close,� he said, smiling down at Rory. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. However, it landed on ear and Rory giggled. A smirk formed at Tristan�s lips. He loved her ears. They were small and dainty and he always found himself wanting to play with them. A bonus it was that she was ticklish in that area. He swooped down and darted out his tongue, licking the shell of her ear.

Rory gasped. �Tristan! You�re tickling me!� He was not only doing that. Tingling sensations were starting to form below her belly. She pulled her ear away from his mouth and grabbed his face, crushing her lips to his.
Tristan groaned and kissed Rory back. He ran his hands through the softness of her hair. He tilted her head at an angle to give him more access to her mouth.

They continued to kiss until they both felt their lungs would burst from the lack of oxygen. Tristan leaned her forehead against hers. They were breathing heavily and their hearts were pounding against their chests.
�Tris,� Rory whispered as she slid her hand up his chest then twined them around his neck.

�Yeah?
�I want you.�
Tristan laughed. �I want you, too.�
Rory shook her head. �I want you... now.�
Tristan stopped. �Now? Here?� He said with a grin, but his body was already reacting to her. His shaft twitched and started to harden. �Didn�t know yore are an exhibitionist!
Rory laughed and planted a swift kiss on his mouth. She gave him an impish grin and grabbed his hand. �Come on,� she instructed as she pulled him along.
�Where are you taking me?� Tristan asked, following Rory.
Rory stopped in front ofuilduilding. �Here,� she answered.
Tristan looked at the house. His eyebrows rose and he looked questioningly to Rory. �Ms. Patty�s studio?� He couldn�t stop the grin forming in his face.
Rory led him inside. She closed the door. Before Tristan could say anything, she cut him off. �See that table over there?�
Tristan turned his gaze toward the table they used for their props in the play. Paris wanted everything to be perfect, that she had the table made even though they were just going to use it for rehearsals. It was a long table and it was wide enough to accommodate both of them.
�Aren�t you grateful for Paris?� Rory asked, laughter twinkling in her eyes.
�Oh yeah,� Tristan said, pulling her to him."
�Oh, I most definitely will,� Rory taunted.
Rory had to just look at and and Tristan's felt all the blood in his body rush south of the border. Tristan couldn't take it anymore. He reached over and gently cupped Rory's cheek. He caressed it softly and then he brushed his lips ever so lightly against hers.
Rory first concentrated on the side of Tristan�s lips, giving it soft kisses. Slowly, she made her way toward the center. She then took his lower lip in her mouth and gently sucked on it. She loved teasing him like this. It always turned him on. She heard his intake of breath and felt him pull her body closer to his.
Tristan was getting dizzy from Rory�s kisses. He loved it when she was aggressive, which didn�t happen often. They continued to kiss as he lifted her while she wrapped her long legs around his waist. He carried her until they reached the table.
Rory felt the cool hard table. She shook her head when Tristan started to kiss her. Tonight, she wanted to try something different. She removed her derriere from the desk and maneuvered their bodies until Tristan was leaning against it.
Tristan lifted himself on the table until he was sitting comfortably.
Rory removed his jacket, placing it on the table behind him. Her hands started undo the buttons of his dark blue polo shirt. She looked up to see Tristan�s eyes gleaming.
�Come here,� he purred.
Rory felt excitement rush through her. She removed her shoes and climbed the table, crawling on top of him. She sat straddling him and gasped as his hardness pressed against her covered center.
Tristan groaned. He kissed her on the mouth while his hands roamed all over her body. He ran his hands up her legs, to her ribs until they cupped the fullness of her breast. They weren�t exactly big, but they were plump. They were just the right size and filled his hands perfectly. Tristan gave them a gentle squeeze.

Rory gently rocked her hips against his, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against the tender skin on her inner thighs. Her hands weren�t exactly idle during all of this; they wandered up and down on his back, feeling his hot skin. She pulled her mouth away from his and rained kisses on his neck.
Tristan almost jumped when Rory licked his skin. He wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her hard, but he restrained himself. He decided to occupy himself with unzipping her dress and pulled the straps down her shoulders. He was an expert on unhooking bras, but Rory was doing wonderful things to his neck that he couldn�t concentrate. �Dammit!� he swore.
Rory pried her mouth away from his chest. She was about to go lower but Tristan held her in place. He was finally able to unfasten the offending thing. �My turn" he whispered. He took a rosy nipple in his mouth and started playing with them with his teeth. He bit it gently then soothed it by circling the tip with his wet tongue.
Tristan�s hair tickled the tops of her breasts. She cried out as his teeth graze her nipple, electricity shooting from her breasts to the area between her thighs. She buried her hands in his hair and threw her head back in pleasure. She felt him shift to the other nipple, laving it with the same attention that the first had received.
Tristan�s hands roamed over her thighs until he reached her core. He almost let out a shout of triumph when he realized her panties were completely soaked. Rory raised herself on her knees to giver him better access, but he wasn�t satisfied. Her panties were in the way. He held her in place and ripped them with minimal difficulty. He watched her reaction as he slowly caressed the surface of her feminine folds, spreading her moisture evenly. Her breath hitched and her lashes fluttered.

Rory gasped as she felt Tristan slip his fingers inside her. He moved them slowly at first, as if letting her taste what was to come. In and out, in and out. Her breathing was coming in short gasps as she felt the tension build higher as his hand moved faster. She could hear his harsh breathing against her neck. She felt like she was on fire as he rubbed her sensitive nub. She felt herself explode into a thousand fragments.
�Oh, God!� she whimpered when her first orgasm hit her.
He smirked. �No, just Tristan,� he said as his fingers continued their assault.
Rory clung to him as she tried to catch her breath.
�You ok?� Tristan asked.
Rory nodded wordlessly. She pulled away and her eyes widened as she watched Tristan lick his fingers, coated with her essence. She felt another stir in her core. Is it possible to feel aroused in just a matter of a few seconds after coming?
�You taste good, love,� Tristan whispered.
Rory groaned. �Use your jacket as a pillow and lie down,� she said.
Tristan raised his eyebrows. That was a nice surprise. �I love it that you�re taking charge,� he said and quickly followed her instructions.
She gave him a grin and leaned down, kissing his mouth. She could taste herself. Her hands started to undo his belt. Soon the button on his jeans popped free.
She started kissing his chest and Tristan gasped as she licked his flat nipple. �Rory,� he mumbled. She was doing to him exactly what he did to her earlier: sucking, licking, and flicking her tongue while her hands started to massage him on top of his boxers.
Soon she was trailing her lips down his hard stomach, kissing it and nuzzling it. �Rory, what are you doing?� Tristan asked breathlessly.
Rory looked at him deeply. �Tris, I think you know.�
Tristan�s almost stopped breathing. He hadn�t expected. That. They�ve never done anything like this before. The thought really excited him. �You don�t have to.�
�But I want to,� she whispered. �I want to touch you and bathe you with my mouth.�
She adjusted her position and placed her hands on waist of his boxers. Tristan lifted his hips to help her move his pants and boxers. She looked at him with hooded eyes. �Let me, Tristan.�
Tristan groaned. This shy woman, was offering him pleasure and she gave her more if it than any of the other girls.
Rory�s curious fingers fondled him. It was a wonder on how he could be so hard and soft at the same time. She let he fingers slip along his length, tracing the veins that ran along his shaft. He was breathing in hard pants as she carefully grasped him in her hand and stroked up and down.
Passion roared through his body as she carefully took him in her mouth. She slipped her lips around the crown. She sucked on him, tugging at his aching flesh. She circled the tip with her tongue, applying different pressures. Her fervor made up for her lack in experience.
�Use your hands, too,� he instructed with a pant, and Rory did as she was told.
He buried his hands in her hair, fighting the urge to come in her sweet mouth. He wanted to be inside her when that happened. He gently pulled at her hair, bringing her face close to his.
Rory glided her body up, her nipples sliding against his sweaty skin. �Tris,� she whispered, lust lacing her voice. That was all she needed to say.
Tristan groped for a condom, and soon Rory was rolling it into place. She positioned herself over his hips and reached down to guide him. She opened herself along his length, teasing him. He felt her wh coh coating the tip and they both stopped breathing as she slowly slid down.
Tristan gave her control. She set the pace as she rose and fell, never fully taking him all the ins inside her. Her breasts bobbed gently above him and Tristan ran his hands up her stomach to her chest. He pinched her nipples, smiling when Rory groaned.

Pleasure started to build inside and blood throbbed through her veins as Rory braced her hands on his shoulders. She tried different movements: she swirled her hips; moved up until he was barely inside her; slid down so he was completely engulfed in her tight warmth.
Tristan started to move with her and soon she hovered at the brink, coming closer and closer. �Tris, please!� she sobbed. He responded to her as he rocked her hips against hers.

Rory gasped. She moved in regular strokes, up and down. The pleasure built until it became too much, it burst within her, starting from her belly to the rest of her body. It felt so good, her toes curled.
Tristan felt Rory�s inner muscles clamp on him. He held heps tps tight and slammed her downwards into him. His body bucked as he reached his own climax.

Rory collapsed on top of Tristan in exhaustion. She felt him drop a kiss on her sweaty forehead. She smiled, her body content. She raised her upper body from his chest and gave him a grin. �We should do this again.�
Tristan raised an eyebrow. �What? You mean do it here again at Ms. Patty�s?�
�No, me on top�
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