There and Back Again Ch. 183

He stroked me with his fingers, from my lower belly to my hips, my thighs to my center, even reaching further up to brush the undersides of my breasts. I took a breath to object -- and then just couldn't. It had been an emotional day, one that brought back ugly memories of my childhood and grief at what I had missed; I'd been living in my head since I'd woken, and I needed something to bring me back -- to my body, and to the present. Alistair's persistent, teasing touches did just that, and as I let go of my breath, I surrendered. I trusted him utterly, and I would trust that he knew what I needed -- and would keep us safe.

I knew he'd understand from the way my body just melted under his hands -- and I was right. His touches grew bolder, gently tweaking my nipples, squeezing my ass, and sliding into my folds, taking me higher and making me whimper and writhe. He didn't linger in any one spot, and my eyes had fallen closed of their own volition, leaving me never knowing where the next touch would come. He kept me like that, aroused and muddled, constantly searching for more stimulation, shuddering and gasping until I was begging him for more.

"What do you want, Sierra?" He loved making me say it, watching me blush and squirm as he worked me up to spilling the naughty words I knew he wanted to hear.

He didn't have to work hard for it, for once; he'd done good work, and combined with the morning I'd had, I was more than ready to use whatever filthy language was required to demand to be satisfied. "Don't care -- your mouth, your fingers, your cock, just let me come. Please, Alistair."

He groaned, the sound almost tortured, and then he had two fingers inside me and my legs over his shoulders as he leaned forward and shoved me back up the slope of the hammock. The ropes burned on every inch of skin they scraped, but I couldn't bring myself to care. "As you wish."

Before I could respond to the Earth reference, his mouth was on me and I lost the desire to say anything at all. He didn't tease me, just started thrusting his fingers deep inside me as he lapped at my damp, swollen pearl. His other hand slid up my body to roll one nipple between his fingers and his thumb, and I nearly screamed as I arched under him and pressed myself against his face. I could feel my climax approaching, and obviously so could he; his fingers hit that spot inside that drove me wild, just as his teeth gently closed over my clit and he pinched my nipple firmly. I squealed and thrashed as wave after wave of pleasure rocked me; I couldn't see, or think, or breathe, only feel and feel as he softly lowered me back from that edge, limp and weak.

I giggled, embarrassed, when he wiped his mouth off on his forearm with a cheeky grin. "I didn't know that was possible in a hammock."

"Oh, anything's possible if a person is sufficiently motivated." He winked as he grabbed my hips and pulled; my breath whooshed out of me as I slid back into his lap.

And then it was his turn to shudder; somehow without me noticing, and without interrupting the pleasure he was providing my willing body, he'd managed to unlace his trousers and shove them down enough that his hard length was bare -- and now nestled snugly against my slit, being coated in my slick. I reached for him, but the angles we were at were wrong and in the end I had to settle with sliding my hands underneath my thighs to grip his knees. I rocked my pelvis against him and he hissed.

"Shirt off," I demanded. "If I can't reach you, at least let me see you."

He complied with a shy grin, and I was please to see he didn't even seem to think about his scars. His shirt joined my smalls on the ground. He pushed my dress up -- it had flipped down as I'd shifted down the hammock -- and bunched it under my armpits, leaving me bare from the breasts down. "Tit for tat, love." He glanced down to where his erection pressed against me and groaned. "Sierra..."

I knew he was waiting for me, not wanting to rush me when I was still sensitive, but I hadn't completely come back down from my climax, and his arousal drove my own until I was nearly delirious from need.

"Now, Alistair. Please, I'm ready now."

He didn't wait, wrapping his big hands around my hips. "Thank the Maker," he muttered, then shifted and pulled until he slid inside me with a hoarse moan.

The position we were in defied any abrupt movement; he didn't have the leverage to thrust, and I couldn't lift. Instead we rocked together, encouraged by the swinging motion of the hammock, his length so deeply inside me it nearly hurt. Between him pushing and pulling on my waist and the both of us tilting our hips, we developed a rhythm and some friction, but it was slower than our usual love-making; gentler, though still incredibly intense. I could feel every shift, every shudder, and could see his eyes darken until there was only the tiniest ring of hazel around enormous, black pupils; I couldn't look away, and we moved languorously as the heat between us rose higher and higher.

He moved one hand to rub his thumb over my clit, and I massaged his length with my internal muscles; with an oath and a cry, he lurched and came, triggering my own, earth-shattering orgasm. We shuddered together for an eternity, made more powerful by the eye contact we'd still managed to hold. I was spent and trembling, but oh, so satisfied.

Without untangling ourselves -- or covering himself back up -- he leaned back in the hammock and pulled my dress down, using the voluminous fabric to give us both the appearance of decency, despite the way our bodies were still connected underneath. We didn't talk, just swung together in comfortable silence, but despite his casual appearance, every time I moved I could feel Alistair twitch inside me. He never softened, filling me past full and keeping me on the edge of arousal. I was still worried about being caught. It was sexy and naughty and downright infuriating, and by his too-innocent smile, he knew it. I wondered who would break first.

In the end it was a mutual thing; I squeezed and he shifted and then we were writhing together again. He leaned forward and took my hands, and gazes locked, we rocked together until we both came again, breathless and shivering.