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TITLE: Sweet Nothings
AUTHOR: MidKnight
CHAPTERS: 1 of 1
FANDOM: CSI Miami
SHIP: Natalia / Ryan
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: Season 7
SYNOPSIS: Ryan lets Natalia know what he’d like to do to her and she realizes she wants him to.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI Miami. The characters belong to their creators and the producers who bring them to life. I pay homage to them and do not profit from writing this story in any way, means or form.
FEEDBACK: Yes please. It really helps.. I mean it
CHAPTER ONE
Natalia set and checked the sample before she closed the door to the Mass Spectrometer and started it with a sigh. It was early, but it already felt like a long day. She was about to turn away when she felt a presence behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to find Ryan standing right behind her, intruding on her personal space. She was about to ask him to back up when he moved even closer, crowding her even further, yet not quite touching her back.
“What the hell, Ryan?” she asked even as she became very aware of his solid masculine form and fresh, manly scent. Heat radiated off him against her. She started to enquire what he was doing again, but froze as he loomed over her and leaned forward, his breath hot against her ear as he placed his hands on the counter on either side, his arms just barely brushing the side of her breasts. He started to whisper into the shell of her ear. Natalia’s eyes widened and she drew in a sharp breath as his soft, breathy words sank into her consciousness.
Her cheeks bloomed with heat while her breasts reacted as if to cold and her nipples stiffened. She wanted to be offended, she should be offended, but instead she felt her body flush with arousal as her sex clenched and then flexed against itself to release a hot gush of sex grease onto her blossoming folds. Her mind translated his words into vivid images and it took her a moment to realize that he was no longer talking and only his hot breath tickled her ear. Her sex pulsed and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together as she licked her lips and swallowed to wet her suddenly dry throat. It had been too long since a man made her feel like that and the quiet passion with which he spoke of her was both exciting and flattering.
She wasn’t sure why he had just come out and said those things and was a little surprised by both his eloquence and imagery, but she decided to play along. “You know some people might consider this to be sexual harassment.” She informed him once she was able to find her voice. He chuckled and she felt a shiver run down her spine at the seductiveness of the sound. “Just making sure that hearing aid of yours is working correctly.” He noted and then as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. She started to turn and then almost jumped as the machine in front of her beeped, its analysis complete. She looked around, but he was nowhere to be found. She was glad she was wearing a camisole under her blouse instead of a bra as her nipples slid against the silk and not restraining cups.
"I guess they’re right, it’s always the quiet ones.” She thought as with one last scan of the lab in an attempt to spot him, she turned her attention back to her work. She tried, but she couldn’t quite get his words out of her head or the vivid images and questions they now randomly created. ”What would his hands feel like on her? What would he be like? What would it feel like? Would she let someone do that to her?” she mused, the last. She was sure he had just been kidding, that it had been some dare or bet with the rest of the guys, but… the way he had talked, the detail he’d gone into, it had been so… So unexpected, her panties were still damp when her shift finally came to an end.
She closed her locker door and there he was again, arms crossed leaning against the bank of lockers. The confidence from earlier was gone and he looked visibly nervous as he flashed her a wan, half-hearted smile in greeting. “Look, Natalia, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me to say those things to you. The last couple of months, the fire, your hearing and the close calls, I just… I was worried you’d be leaving and… It was…” he apologized, but she stopped him with the simple expedience of placing a finger across his lips. “Natalia…” he persisted, his lips brushing across her finger and she didn’t know if she increased the pressure to silence him of to intensify the feeling.
“Ryan? Could you do those things to me? Would you really like to do those things to me?” she asked moving closer to him, her eyes flicking to the entrance to the locker room before letting her teeth worry at her lower lip. “Would I…” he repeated her question back to her with incredulously awe that was an answer in itself. She watched his tongue make a slow, nervous circuit of his lips as his eyes searched hers. “Natalia, I don’t think there’s a red-blooded, heterosexual male on the planet that wouldn’t like to do those things to… with you.” He answered after scrubbing his hand through his hair. “Even that last part?” she pressed. Ryan gave her a shrewd, contemplative look and then nodded. “Are you doing anything this evening?” she asked after a silent moment of worrying at her lower lip. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” he wondered, his posture straightening so that she had to look up to keep her eyes on his face. She had always liked how tall and solid he was.
“Let’s just say that I’m curious. Take me out for a drink and maybe we’ll find out.” She answered after a moment, her eyes drawn away from his to the door as she heard voices approaching. His head too had turned to the door. “Meet me in the parking garage.” He half-asked, half-instructed and then promptly headed for the door, passing Caleigh and Jesse on his way out with a casual farewell. Natalia opened her locker again to shield her face from her friends. She wasn’t quite sure what her expression was, but she knew the other CSIs were very observant and she didn’t want to give anything away. “What are you doing, Girl?” she asked herself as she checked herself in the mirror and waited for some of the flush to leave her cheeks. The tingle his words had started in her loins was now a fully fletched itch and she knew how and who she wanted to scratch it. It was certainly complicated, but they were both adults and he’d obviously thought about it.
They would both be consenting adults and the things he had whispered in her ear were not about love or relationships. She was sure they could come to an agreement to enjoy one night together, maybe more, depending. They just had to not over think things and see how it went. She wasn’t sure either or both of them wouldn’t chicken out when push came to shove. She said her goodbyes to the other CSIs feeling odd that she was trying to sound overly casual and made her way to the parking garage. Natalia hesitated at the door leading to the garage, her hand griping the door handle, but not opening it. She took a deep breath and then continued.
She realized that she didn’t know where he was parked and started looking around when he pulled up. He hopped out of the Hummer and hurried around the front to open the door for her. He offered her his arm to help her up into the cab and she ended up taking his hand. His fingers lingered for just a moment after she was settled and she smiled at him. He shut the door and quickly got into the driver’s side. “I thought we could go to Max’s. Drinks, dancing, maybe something to eat and then, like you said, we can see.” he suggested as he pulled away. She bit her lip and looked out the window at the sun lowering over the Miami skyline. The idea of his hands on her with their bodies moving together on a dance floor sent a thrilling wave of arousal through her. Her reflection superimposed itself on the cityscape. Other images of their bodies moving together popped into her head and revved up that arousal. “Why don’t we just get something to drink at your place? You’ve got alcohol, right?” she countered, turning her head to face him. She watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“Are you sure?” he enquired, dividing his attention between her and the road. “No, but let’s go to your place anyway.” She replied honestly. He nodded and she didn’t find the need to say anything more, talk wasn’t what she wanted now. She figured he lived in an apartment, so she was a little surprised when they pulled up to a house and he turned off the engine. “It belonged to my parents. They’re on an extended series of cruises for the next few months.” He answered her unasked question before exiting the vehicle and coming around to help her out of the Hummer. His fingers lingered amongst hers and at the small of her back again and the way it made her feel chased the last of her doubts away. Natalia tangled her fingers with his and she let him lead her up the walk to his house.
He told her to make herself at home as he slid off his jacket and then asked her what she wanted to drink. “Whatever’s handy as long as it goes with ice.” She replied, not really caring now that she didn’t really need the pretence any longer. They both knew why they were there. She picked up one of his family photos, noticing how young he looked in it when she again felt his presence behind her. His arm curved around her to present her with a tumbler filled with ice and an amber liquid that her nose told her was scotch. His chest pressed lightly against her back and she leaned back against him as she put down the photo frame and took the drink from him. The ice made a tinkling sound against the crystal of the tumbler as her hand trembled ever so slightly. She rested more of her weight back against him and then put the glass down beside the picture.
“Are you just all talk, Ryan?” she asked quietly although she could distinctly feel the evidence to the contrary pressing hard and hot against the upper curve of her ass and the small of her back. She angled her head enough to lean it back over the curve of his broad shoulder while he craned his neck and lowered his head to capture her lips in a hungry, probing kiss. She moaned into his mouth and around his tongue as it tangled with hers and ground back against him. He somehow managed to deposit his drink on the shelf next to hers, and then his strong hands were all over her and she moaned again as he caressed her breasts, tweaking her hard nipples through the material of her blouse and the camisole underneath. She reached up and around to curve her hand around the back of his head to run her fingers through his hair and massage his scalp as he continued to plunder her lips.
Natalia groaned with delight and turned her head to give him better access to the side of her neck as he nipped lightly at her lower lip before trailing his lips along her jaw line. She gasped and clutched at his ass when his other hand made its way up along the inside of her thigh to cup her crotch. He massaged her through the sodden lace of her panties and her hips jerked while her sex twisted and pulsed on a fresh rush of hot, slippery cream. His words had started a process deep inside her and his dexterous attention brought it closer to completion as it sparked off a series of wonderful little mini climaxes. It took her a moment to catch her breath and find the co-ordination while his hands continued to caress her and he kissed her neck. His maleness throbbed against her, their clothes barely a barrier to the heat of it.
She twisted out of his grip and turned to face him while both of his hands came to rest on her ass as she looked up at him. “I think I’d like you to do those things you whispered to me now.” She proposed as he fondled her butt. He licked his lips nervously. “Even… Even that last part?” he asked hesitantly, but unable to completely hide his hopefulness and excitement. She found herself smiling. “Have you done that before?” She countered his question with one of her own, just curious as she already knew her answer. He responded simply with a nod and then qualified his response with the word: “Once.”
She let the silence draw out between them and then nodded. “Ryan, I’d like you to do that thing you described to me, but be gentle, it will be my first time.” She answered clearly so that there was no mistaking what she wanted. She saw the desire in his dark eyes cloud with apprehension. “Natalia, maybe…” he started, but she cut across him. “ Ryan, do you want to screw me?” she asked sharply, knowing that her choice of words was not only blunt, but quite crude, but she had to get her intent across in a hurry. He nodded. “Let’s start there and if the other thing happens… It happens. Now take me to bed unless you want to go at it right here and give your parents there on the shelf a show they won’t forget?” she suggested, her tone not really giving him an option.
He grinned. “Let’s go to bed, its corny, but as much as I’d like to… Screw you; I believe that’s the term we’re using, right? I’d like to know what it would be like to actually sleep with you too.” He admitted and she felt an answering grin spread across her face. She stretched up onto the tips of her toes and he still had to bend down for her to reach his lips. His hands tightened on her ass and then he scooped her off her feet and she curled her legs around his waist and clutched at his broad, muscular back to secure herself before he turned and carried her to his bedroom. They kissed with hungry passion, his steps causing their bodies to rub together in interesting ways. Her nipples sparking with delightful jolts of stimulation as her breasts flattened against his chest. Her skin felt like it was on fire and her clothes felt itchy and restrictive and she desperately wanted to get out of them. Her sandals made two soft thumps as they hit the floor when she kicked them off.
She locked her ankles behind his back and managed to lean back enough to create the separation she needed to feverishly work on the buttons of her blouse that she could reach and then undid those of his shirt, sure that he felt the same way. He settled her on the bed as gently as he could, but she still bounced slightly and the moment of weightlessness made her laugh giddily. Her laughter appeared to be infectious as he pulled off his shirt while he kicked off his shoes. She managed to sit up and made short work of her blouse, tossing it aside and suddenly feeling that she was somehow falling behind in some undeclared race as he was already shucking down his pants.
Natalia reached for the hem of her camisole and drew it up to lift it up and off. She let out a little sigh at the feel of the silk sliding along her skin and then air on her tingling breasts. When the camisole covered her face, but had just cleared her lips, she felt the bed shift and suddenly his strong hands capture her arms, immobilizing her while holding the material in place, leaving her all but blind. She struggled instinctively for a moment and then his lips were on hers. His kiss was short and intense; a means to reassure her and her struggles ceased. “They’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” Ryan whispered with husky awe and admiration before she felt his breath, hot along her cleavage and then the wet, warm swipe of his tongue.
She moaned in delight as his tongue drew snaking patterns and his lips left oval blooms on her skin as he explored the curves of first one breast and then the other in teasing spirals that stopped just short of her straining nipples. She rolled her shoulders without conscious thought, chasing the sensation of his lips and tongue in an effort to get him to find those turgid goals. She bit her lower lip and a moan tickled her throat when his lips latched onto her right nipple and he suckled before letting his tongue swirl around and his teeth nip lightly at the engorged tip of flesh. The sensation charged a delightful line of energy that connected her chest to her crotch and she undulated as her sex clenched and twisted against itself.
He released her arms as he shifted to her other breast and she tossed aside the camisole while blinking against the suddenly bright light. His hand felt wonderful as it caressed and explored the breast his mouth had just left, his thumb creating new jolts of enjoyable sensation as he rolled and flicked the dusky pink and saliva slicked nub. She cupped the back of his head letting her fingers wind into his hair to press him against her chest encourage him to suck, lick and nip harder. His lips vibrated against her skin as she wormed her other hand down between them to fondle the thick, long shaft of his manhood through the thin material of his boxers. His free hand brushed down along her belly, making it quiver as it passed. He blindly found and started to work at the bow of the sash that held up her skirt.
Natalia slipped her fingers into the fly of his boxers to get her first unhindered touch of his throbbing erection. She explored its length and shape and grinned in appreciation at the conclusions she could draw from her blind measurements. He managed to undo the bow and she let out a little whine of disappointment even though she knew it would lead to even better things when his hand left her breast so that he could tug at her skirt with both hands. She lifted her ass to aid him, but he was still unable to get the skirt off her hips. She whined again, this time her disappointment mixed with frustration as he lifted his head as well, fighting her grip in order to see what he was doing. A thought tried to make itself heard through the fog of desire that clambered inside her. "Zipper… There’s a zipper at the side.” She informed him urgently and she felt him fumble for a moment before the rasp of the zipper being lowered cut across their heavy breathing. She lifted her ass again and this time he was able to pull the garment down onto her thighs.
Ryan crawled back and she had to relinquish her hold on him as he tugged the skirt down and off her legs. His hands made a slow, explorative and testing journey back up her legs, his palms sliding along her skin while his strong fingers flexed to massage the muscles underneath. Her back arched slightly as her muscles tensed and she moaned when he kissed the skin just above the waistband of her panties. She lifted her ass again in a blatant invitation and he peeled her panties back and down, his breath hot on her newly exposed skin. He got them down to her ankles where she took over the task, struggling to kick them off when they got tangled on her left foot.
As soon as she had them off, he was once again between her legs, his hand hot against the inside of her thigh as he spread them further. She sucked in a sharp breath and the small of her back twitched as her spine tensed when his head lowered and his lips plundered her open, swollen folds. His tongue drew a snaking pattern up the length of her slit, stopping teasingly, just short of her buzzing clit, His strong fingers joined his lips and tongue to spread her open and explore more of her. She writhed slowly, pressing herself closer to his sucking lips, swirling, swiping tongue and probing fingers and the wonderful sensation they created. He continued to toy with her, just skirting her clit or just lightly flicking it to send a jolt of delight arching into her.
Her core twisted and contracted to expel a hot, slippery flood of cream on top of the steady rivulet that was now continuous running out of her, which he hungrily lapped up. She propped herself up on an elbow, getting close enough to rake her fingers through his hair and cup the back of his head to urge his wonderful mouth to where she wanted it. Ryan resisted her, continuing the delicious torture until the plea of “Please” slipped unbidden from her lips. He relented and she couldn’t quite bite back a soft cry as his lips latched onto her tingling bundle of nerves and sucked hard while his tongue circled and rolled it. Her belly quivered and she panted, her nails digging into his scalp as her fingers tensed with the rest of her body as pleasure surged into her and electrified her already frazzled nerves. His fingers continued to explore her channel and whether by co-incidence or skill he found that special spot that made her gasp and her sex clutch at his digits at the blast of pleasure tightened her muscles.
He literally took her breath away with the bursts and jolts of delight he created as he feasted on her and fingered her with wild, welcomed abandon. When his lips tried to venture away from her now buzzing clit, she tightened her fingers in his hair to keep him right where he was, his responding grunt vibrating his mouth on her adding to her pleasure. A heavy shudder ran through her and her sex constricted around his probing digits as she had another series of mini orgasms.
“I… I want you inside me.” She all but whined as his sucking lips, lashing tongue and thrusting finger continued to lance blasts of extra pleasure over the rolling waves of climax. He raised his head and licked his lips. His chin glistened with a coating of her sex grease and his nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath. “Where?” He asked, his voice a strained near-growl, his eyes flashing with hungry desire. “Where you said. The way you said.” She answered, a shiver of anticipation deliciously tinged with apprehension and mixed with wild desire at the idea of the first time with him being her first time like that. “You… You have to say it, Natalia. I…” he told her as she watched him take a deep, deliberate breath and let it out slow. His breath tickled her taut belly.
“Will the words turn you on?” she asked out of curiosity even as her eyelids fluttered and her hips twitched as his probing fingers curled to stroke that special part inside her. He made a sound that was half-laugh and half-snort. “Natalia… If I were any more turned on by you right now, you’d have to give me maybe half an hour before we could continue again.” He admitted. “I… I just don’t want there to be any… Any misunderstandings between us. This might just be a friends with benefits thing, but the operative word here is friends.” He explained himself. She found herself smiling down at him. The irony wasn’t lost on her. He had suggested it, she wanted it and now he was the hesitant one, but at the same time it completely endeared him to her.
Natalia made a show of considering his words and then cradling his cheek lightly with her fingers, very slowly ran her thumb along his jaw, collecting her juice off his skin. “Ryan Wolfe, I would like you to put your cock in my ass. I want to know what it feels like to have a dick in my ass and I want it to be yours.” She informed him emphatically.” Her voice low, smoky and inviting before she deliberately licked her own cream of her thumb. She heard him groan heavily and whisper: “Oh Fuck! That was fucking hot.”, just before he lowered his head again. She started to frown as his tongue once again snaked through her slit instead of him fulfilling her less than subtle request. Her frown became a widening of her eyes and a softly gasped “Oh!” as his hands grasped the back of her thighs and instead of just spreading her legs he also lifted them to that his trailing tongue could find the rosebud of her anus.
She flinched and clenched involuntarily at the strange and unfamiliar sensation, but relaxed as his tongue swirled slowly around her back door. His fingers continued to caress her intimate flesh, his thumb taking over where his tongue had left off in order to keep her clit buzzing and the pleasure they created diluted the strangeness she felt as his tongue went from swirling to probing. She blinked a few times, processing. The sensation was strange, new and without any real reference, but it definitely wasn’t bad. He took his fingers from her snatch and shifted his grasp from her thigh to her ass cheeks so that he could spread them. Her fingers tightened in his hair and again she couldn’t stop herself from clenching as his tongued wormed deeper into her back channel. His tongue wriggled against her involuntary grip and she moaned at the sensation.
Ryan waited for her to relax again, probed just a little deeper still for just a moment and then raised his head. “Roll over.” He all but commanded and for a silly, sarcastic moment she found herself with the urge to bark and pant, yet, she was all too willing to obey, knowing what this presented him with. Natalia rolled over onto her stomach as she heard him hastily remove his boxers to be as naked as she and a moment later his hands on her hips were less than gently urging her up onto her knees. She complied and was soon on all fours, her knees near the edge of the bed. His slid his thumb into her sex and then she felt him transfer some of her slippery cream to her ass. He repeated the process, but switched to using two of his fingers to transfer more while lightly, but with growing pressure probing at her tight ring of muscles. She had to fight the instinct to clench and move away, bracing herself as he continued to apply pressure. She let out a little grunt, more out of surprise than any real discomfort as his finger sort of popped into her up to the second joint. He crooked and flexed his digit, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. Her mind did the math without her permission and just for a moment, apprehension turned to actual fear. His finger made her feel kind of full back there, but she knew his dick was a lot bigger. She confirmed that as she looked between her thighs to see his dick for the first time, long, thick and curved and pointed just like her fingers had told her it was.
She lifted her head, but couldn’t quite crane her neck far enough around to look at him. His breath was hot against her ass, a steady, measure caress as he watched his handiwork intently. His tongue wriggled in her asshole again while he retrieved more of her lubrication. She grunted a bit more sharply as he worked a second finger into her, her sphincter protesting more as he fought them for access. He twisted his finger and she started to move away from him, but then locked her arms and clutched at the covers, to not only stop her forward motion, but to even press back. She let out a sharp breath as his fingers slid into her, all the way to the knuckles. “Natalia? Natalia are you okay? Should I stop?” he asked in concern.
“Yes… I mean no… I mean yes, I’m okay and no, don’t stop.” She found herself almost babbling as his fingers froze. “I want this, Ryan. Keep going.” She encouraged him when his fingers remained still and then they were moving again sliding slowly, gently back and forth while twisting and spreading a little to stretch her. He kept working her ass until she was slowly rocking to counter match his movements and then slowly withdrew his fingers. A shiver ran through her with the spark of pleasure when his dickhead brushed her clit and then slid through her fold to collect her slippery cream from them. She drew in a deep breath in the few moments he lost contact with her as he guided his manhood to her rear entrance. He started to apply pressure, his pointed head wedging firmly into her asshole and she braced herself as the tight ring of muscle resisted him going any further.
His strong hand gently but firmly gripped her shoulder while she assumed the other kept his aim steady as the pressure against her rosebud slowly increased. Natalia bit back the whine that build up in her throat as the pressure built and discomfort with it. A whimper managed to escape as her muscles strained to resist him, leaving her almost frozen between her desire and her body’s autonomous reactions. He started to back off at the sound. “Don’t… Don’t stop, Ryan." she half commanded half-pleaded and she felt his grip tighten on her shoulder while the pressure from his dickhead continued to diminish. She started to protest again, but her protest turned into a sharp cry of startled pain as he suddenly, and powerfully drove forward and pulled her back at the same time.
Her asshole had offered resistance at his invasion, but he had overcome its defences with pure masculine strength. She sucked in heavy breaths, her hands twisting the covers beneath her as she tried to process the feel of him inside her. His dickhead and maybe another inch and a half were buried inside her as before he checked his forward momentum and stopped pulling her onto him and he remained very still behind her. She could feel him pulse against the throbbing, stretched ring of her sphincter. It wasn’t the sharp pain that had accompanied the loss of her virginity, it was more of a shock and a heated sting that flared and then subsided and then flared again as muscles twitched and flexed in an attempt to dislodge the thick, long invader that had overpowered it. “I’m sorry.” He whispered against the shell of her ear and she swallowed to wet her dry throat. She managed to get her breathing back under control, but groaned as he shifted slightly inside her. She quickly untangled one of her hands from the covers and reached back and up to cradle the back of his head, afraid he might withdraw. “Keep… Keep going. I’m okay… You just… Just surprised me a little.” She instructed, massaging the back of his neck. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again.

He nuzzled at the back of her, his breath warm on her skin. Ryan started to rock his hips slowly and at fist there seemed to be hardly any movement at all as her muscles constricted around him, but by slow and then steady degrees he was sliding deeper into her. Little whines and whimpers, along with groans dripped from her lips as her body adjust to the new sensation of having a dick in her ass. Her hand dropped away from his neck and he gripped both of her biceps, massaging and caressing her arms. He let more of his weight rest across her shoulder and her forehead dropped to the deliciously cool cotton of the covers. Her fingers splayed out on the material as with a breathy moan, her change of angle allowed him to enter her completely.
Natalia blinked in the darkness created by the curtain of her hair as he slowly ground his pelvis against her ass cheeks. “God, you’re so damn incredibly tight and hot.” She heard him groan above her as she tried to take stock of the myriad of new and strange sensations that were assaulting her. It still hurt a little, with an uncomfortable feeling of fullness, but both of those were quickly dissipating as her muscles seemed to grow tired of trying to expel him and settled for holding him in place. Once the pain subsided she had come to the conclusion that like with his fingers it felt strange, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She wriggled back against him experimentally and as a signal that she wanted him to continue. He took the cue and started to rock his hips again, shifting him back and forth inside her.
She grimaced as pain flared for a moment until she got used to him once again moving inside her. He kept his pace slow, but steadily increased his range of motion. There were a few more instances of discomfort, but soon she started to rock back to meet his thrust, enjoying the heat and friction of his shaft ploughing through her flexing back channel to stir her bowel as he ground against her ass. It was an experiment, a need to satisfy a curiosity she’d had before, but which had come to the fore by his descriptive words and she hadn’t been sure what to expect. So, she was a little surprised at the all too familiar feeling building in her loins despite the uniquely new source. His skin was hot and soon slippery with perspiration as it slid along her back. His lips and tongue would occasionally suck or lap at the curve of her should or side of her neck. She lifted her head and craned it to the side and after sound straining managed to find his lips for a hungry, kiss. The position was awkward and it hampered their ability to move together, but they held the kiss for as long as they could, his eyes staring into hers with a strange and amazing mixture of animal hunger and adoration. She wondered if he saw the same in her eyes.
Natalia blinked as they moved out of sync and then nipped at his lower lip as he pulled away before she started to push back with more vigour, encouraging him to thrust harder. His hands left her arms and reached around her to capture her breasts, tweaking her nipples before cupping her full globes. His fingers flexed and squeezed to fondle and massage her resilient flesh while his palms rolled her nipples, sending waves of sensation rippling into her chest to fuel the wonderful blaze growing at her core. He also used his new hand holds to pull her to him, restoring their rhythm as he did as she silently asked and started driving into her faster and harder. She started to pant, his hard, rapid thrusts sending shockwaves through her to expel her breath in sharp bursts that coincided with the wet slap of his crotch colliding with her buttocks.
She felt him start to tremble against her, his thrusts getting shorter, but faster. Her pants became little cries that were accompanied by strained grunts from him and she realized he had to be getting close. She was getting there too, she could feel it, that sweet tension that made her sex clench and twist and rub against itself in the absence of a male member. A small part of her noted the difference in the way it evolved. Natalia had never had any problems with climaxing. She had found her pleasure centres early in her teens and had no problems visiting them as well as having had more than one skilled and attentive lover in her past. There was a reason she’d stayed with her bastard of an ex-husband for as long as she did. Yet, this was a slow build like nothing she had ever felt before. It was tantalizing and she didn’t want him to stop before she found the ultimate completion that would crown the new experience. She couldn’t fault him, he had displayed both patience and stamina, but she was so close. “Don’t… Ryan… Don’t… Don’t come yet… So… So good… So close… Please… Just… Just a little more… Please?” she begged, shocked at the raw need in her voice.
She was a little shocked by the feral growl that came from his lips and rumbled his chest against her shoulder blade. Her head snapped up and she gasped as he lifted his torso, changed his position and really started to pound into her. She hadn’t been sure what he would do to accommodate her request, but that wasn’t it. She could hear him breathing like a bellows above her as he slammed into her again, her hands barely able to brace herself for the impact. The crackling energy inside her did get a sudden boost, but she knew the wild pace and expenditure of strength had to cost him too.
Ryan’s arm curled around her shoulders and chest and pulled her up onto her knees, again changing their angle, to touch still other parts of her as they now moved up and down instead of back and forth. She could feel tremors running through him as strained gasps poured from his lips on hot spurts of breath. Her heart beat a wild tattoo against her ribs and she too started to shake with the effort of working to match him. Her lungs were on fire and she just didn’t seem to find enough air to cool them. She reached blindly behind her and her fingers latched onto his hard, clenched ass cheeks, flexing and squeezing to the rhythm of his pumping hips. She was so close now, she could taste it, but she knew with complete certainty that he wasn’t, couldn’t last any longer. The timber of his groans and grunts had shifted and were tinged with pain as he forced himself to hold back his completion and the tremors where now continuous shudders.
“Just… Just let it go.” She relented as a part of her somehow unaffected by the wonderful turmoil of emotions and sensation generated by her first anal sexual experience told her that she was being selfish and that considering it was her first time the results were well beyond satisfactory. After all, she was certain she would have no problem getting Ryan to do it again and much more, oh so much more. She didn’t know exactly what else that meant, but she and her fellow CSI were most definitely going to have more sex. He growled again and she was reminded of his namesake.
He started to buck and grind. One of his hands clutched at her breast with almost painful strength as she felt him stiffen and thrust up into her hard. She would never know where he found the where with all, but his other hand slid down her belly. She felt his fingers on her skin and realized their destination just a moment before they arrived. Natalia found herself throwing her head back over his shoulder and screamed as his fingers found and pinched her exposed clit and ignited the powder keg of her climax. Her body tensed, her spine arching into a taut bow, her shoulder blades digging into his heaving chest as rolling lightning bolts of undiluted bliss arched across her nerves in a wildly rampaging storm of sensation. Her fingers tensed and she felt her nails bite into the hard flesh of his buttocks. Every nerve was lit up to the point of overload and her blood sang in her ears as her world went blurry under the wonderful onslaught as she shuddered and twitched as muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing in random succession. And under it all, she could feel him, buried deep in her ass, his thick, hard, hot cock, convulsing, expanding against her tight channel before blasting spurt after spurt of liquid heat into the furnace of her bowels.
Their shared climax had its wildfire way with them, using up all the stored and pent up energy of they had created and then consumed whatever it could find. A heavy shudder and a desperate need for air that had her feeling light headed, heralded the return of reality and the end of her orgasm. The tension didn’t leach from her body, it fled and her body did not respond to commands her brain could hardly make and she collapsed forward. Whether, it was pure luck, or if Ryan had it more together than she did, he managed to hold onto her and shift his weight so that they tumbled onto their sides. The impact still made them both grunt. She groaned as she straightened out her legs, her muscles complaining and stray echoes of her climax still jangled her over-sensitized nerves. His hand rested lightly on her breast which pressed into it as she took deep, heavy breaths, very aware that he was still in her ass. His semen felt strange inside her, hot and slippery as his dick slowly shrunk and retreated. Her back channel clenched and clutched at him, partly trying to expel him and at the same time seeming to try and hold him where he was. He slid free and they both groaned.
In a reversal of her earlier experience she felt a strange emptiness, but it was soothed by the feel of his limp, slick penis nestling in the crack of her butt as he spooned against her, his leg shifting so that his ankle rested on top of her hers and his arm tightened around her in a comfortable embrace. He kissed her shoulder and she sighed as her calm satiation permeated every fibre of her being. “Are you okay?” he asked softly and she couldn’t help the soft chuckle that slipped from her lips. “I don’t have the words to tell you how okay I am right now. Thank you, Ryan, that was… Thank you.” She replied actually not being able to put into words how she felt about what they had done. His lips brushed across her skin and she concluded that he was shaking his head. “Jeezus, Natalia. You’re thanking me?” he noted incredulously and she shrugged increasing the pressure of his lips on her skin for a moment.
“I guess… I mean the sex was great and you’ve just opened all kinds of possibilities for me, but hey, we now know my hearing aid works perfectly, because you certainly did everything I heard you say you would.” She playfully explained with a smile. His hand slid further around her and she willingly let him turned her and shifted until she was facing him, letting their legs tangle as her lips found his. He kissed her leisurely, but deeply, his fingers winding into her hair as hers caress the broad expanse of his back. They broke the kiss in a series of nips and sucking lips. “Well, hello.” She commented, grinning and rocked her hips against him as she felt him stiffening against her belly. He followed her gaze down between them and to his once again erect shaft and then back up to her face.
His eyes held a silent plea and she almost felt like scolding him for even having to ask. She smiled at him and then bit her lower lip coyly. “Well, maybe not everything you said… We should remedy that.” She told him, watching a grin spread across his handsome face before she reached for him and shifted so that he could move on top of her and in between her invitingly spread legs.
THE END?
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