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Drabble- Mysterious as the Dark Side of the Moon- Ryd- Contains
Mature Themes
DIR By: EloquentMisprints
Date: June 12, 2013, 12:13 am
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> Reeserfeels asked: Somnophilia: I’ll write my/your character
waking the other up by sex (Mun & Muse must be 18+)
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If Sydora Reynalds were to be completely honest, kissing
Reese Middleton was one of her favorite things. There was
something about the way he couldn’t keep his hands off of her,
like he needed to touch her, that always made her stomach twist
hotly and a shiver run up her spine. His hands were at her
waist, fingers pressed into the strip of exposed skin between
the waistband of her jeans and the hem of her shirt, and her own
fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the sandy
brown strands. Their lips danced together in a well-rehearsed
routine, slipping and sliding against each other and prompting
small, muffled moans from the back of Sydora’s throat. His
fingers slipped further under the hem of her shirt, brushing her
stomach lightly and causing her to gasp against his mouth. Reese
pulled back suddenly, creating a gap between the couple and
leaving Sydora blinking in confusion.
“Sorry, sorry.” He said, laughing a little, “So much for 2.3
seconds of not letting my hands wander, amiright? Maybe, uh,
maybe we won't go to the dark side of the moon tonight, eh?" She
smiled a little, flushing and tucking a few strands of hair
behind her ear.
“That- erm- that’s p-probably a good idea,” she murmured,
biting down on her lip as her heart hammered against her
ribcage. She slid over a bit and rested her head against his
chest, throwing an arm around his abdomen.
“How do you- uh- how do you f-feel about that?” he inquired,
tilting his head down to look at her, “You know, s-someday. When
you’re ready and all.” She blinked, biting down on her lip and
thinking for a moment. She’d be lying if she told him that she
hadn’t thought about it, in fact it crossed her mind far more
than was probably appropriate… and sometimes in the most
inappropriate settings. He took her silence for discomfort and
pressed a kiss to her hair before mumbling something about
needing a nap and tugging her close, resting his head against
her own as he closed his eyes.
She hummed in response, catching her bottom lip between her
teeth as he drifted off. She willed her heartbeat to slow down
as she thought over their brief conversation. How did she feel
about it? She pursed her lips, mulling over the question a long
while before turning her head to look at him. Her heart
stuttered and her stomach twisted again, her face flushing
brightly. Okay, so maybe she knew exactly how she felt about it…
it really was pathetic how in love with him she was, not that he
needed to know that. He shifted a bit in his sleep, snuffling a
little and causing her to press her face against his chest to
stifle a giggle. She pressed a kiss to the fabric of his shirt,
shivering a bit at the feel of the muscle under her mouth. Her
heart sped up again, thumping impatiently against her ribcage as
she pressed a kiss to his jawline. Sitting up slowly, she bit
down on her bottom lip before moving to straddle him, swallowing
hard and peering down at him. She leaned down and kissed his
neck tentatively, sucking and nipping at the skin lightly. Her
heart was pounding so hard that she wondered if it was going to
break out of the confines of her ribcage as her hands slipped
under the hem of his shirt, her thumbs stroking the skin just
above the waistband of his jeans. She felt him shift a bit
underneath her, stirring slightly in his sleep, and she kissed a
bit more roughly at his jaw, nipping it light before soothing
the bite with her tongue. A small smile tugged at his lips, his
eyes still closed as his hands settled themselves on her hips.
"Hmm...good morning...” he hummed just before she covered his
lips with her own, her hands sliding further up his torso,
urging his shirt higher up on his rib cage. His hands tightened
on her waist, fingers pressing into her skin as she sucked his
bottom lip into her mouth, grazing it with her teeth before
letting it go and moving to kiss along his jaw again. She tugged
impatiently at his shirt, inching it up his torso carefully as
she pulled back from his skin, biting her lip.
“How,” she swallowed, “H-how opposed are you to-,” she broke
off, closing her eyes and smiling a little, her cheeks flushed,
“How about that trip to ‘the dark side of the moon’?” He quirked
an eyebrow at her, before tugging her back down and kissing her
hungrily. She laughed a little against his lips and tugged his
shirt up the rest of the way, pulling back long enough to ease
it over his head and toss it aside. When their mouths met again
it was frantic and messy, all teeth and tongue as her hands
roamed over his newly exposed skin, scraping lightly against his
chest. She rocked her hips down experimentally against his,
inhaling sharply as she kissed down his neck, her tongue dipping
into the hollow of his throat. He gasped, one hand moving up to
tangle in her hair as her mouth trailed lower and into the dip
between his pectoral muscles. She hummed against his skin,
shifting her hips again slowly and gasping. Her mouth continued
lower, her stomach twisting with every noise that slipped past
her boyfriend’s lips, tongue tracing the muscles of his abdomen
before dipping into his bellybutton. She slid further down his
body, moving to straddle his knees rather than his thighs as she
pressed hot, open mouth kisses along the waistband of his jeans,
hands coming over to fumble with the button. Shakily, she popped
the button and slid down the zipper, before urging him to lift
his hips and tugging his jeans off, tossing them in the same
general direction as his shirt.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” she murmured, flushing a little and
diverting her eyes before crawling back up to kiss him and lying
down next to him. Lightly, she trailed her fingers down his
chest and over the front of his boxers, cautiously cupping him
through the fabric. He placed a hand under her chin, tilting her
head and kissing her roughly. She’d just had time to wind her
fingers in his hair when he rolled them over, carefully pressing
her into the mattress and grasping the hem of her tank top,
breaking away and urging her shirt over her head. She bit down
her lip, stifling a moan as he kissed eagerly at the valley
between her breasts, tongue flicking out to lap at the skin.
“R-Reese,” she whimpered, leaning up to give him access to the
clasp on her bra, head dropping backwards as he unhooked it and
slipped it off of her, tossing it aside haphazardly before
kissing at the newly exposed skin. He hastily undid the button
on her jeans, tugging down the zipper and easing her pants off
her hips and down her legs. He peered up at her as he rocked
forward, capturing her lips again and his fingers dipping just
under the waistband of her panties, causing her to gasp against
his mouth. He pulled back a bit, studying her face closely.
“You’re sure about this?” he asked quietly. She swallowed,
placing a hand on either side of his face and kissing him
lightly.
“Positive,” she whispered, “I want to be with you.” He smiled
down at her, removing her last article of clothing and running
his fingers over her gently. Her eyes fluttered shut as she bit
down on her lip, her legs spreading a little subconsciously and
her hips twitching toward his fingers. Carefully, he pressed his
fingers against her, stroking the slick, warm flesh tentatively.
She swallowed, rocking her hips up into his touch, her jaw
dropping as a moan slipped from her lips. He slid one finger
into her slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort
before thrusting it gently.
“Reese,” she choked out, her back arching as her eyes blink
open to meet his, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. Her
heart pounded against her rib cage, her hips rolling against his
fingers as her own hand slipped beneath the elastic of his
boxers and wrapped around him gently. His hand faltered, rhythm
stuttering as she stroked him experimentally, her bottom lip
caught between her teeth. He groaned and shuddered above her,
his hips rocking into her hand as he slid another finger inside
her, speeding up his thrusts. She tightened her grip on him,
moving her hand faster and swiping her thumb over the leaking
tip. He moaned, pressing his fingers deeper into her and
watching her as she arched against his hand.
“W-want you,” she whimpered, stilling her hand, looking up at
him shyly through lust blown pupils. He smiled a little, kissing
her lightly and shaking his head a bit.
“Patience is a virtue, duchess,” he whispered against her lips,
tugging her wrist gently and pressing both of her arms into the
mattress above her head. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth,
grazing it with his teeth and trailing over it with his tongue
before kissing along her jawline and down her neck. His hand
twitched between her legs, thrusting a bit more surely as he
mouthed wetly at her collarbone, a little satisfied smirk
tugging briefly at his lips when she let out a whimper that
sounded suspiciously like his name. Her body trembled, chest
arching toward his mouth as he kissed eagerly at first one
breast, then the other. Her head felt foggy, the slight
discomfort that had been sitting at the base of her spine washed
away with the waves of pleasure that Reese’s every movement
brought. Her breathing was shifting, each breath coming out as
little, breathy moans and cries. His mouth trailed down her
body, sucking little red marks on the exposed flesh from her
stomach down to her thighs. There was a brief pause, his mouth
hovering over the raised letters that had been carved into the
outside of her left thigh before gingerly tracing the very tip
of his tongue over each letter, twisting his fingers inside of
her and pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves just
above her entrance. She could feel his mouth on every inch of
her skin, a dull thrum of desire pulsing through her, and then
suddenly it was as if her entire body was being consumed by
fire, flames of white hot pleasure licking at her skin and
causing her to tremble. He lapped tentatively at her center, a
twinge of satisfaction tugging at his abdomen as he felt her
begin to shake, her hips rocking subconsciously against his
mouth. His lips wrapped around the bundle of nerves, sucking at
lightly as his fingers twisted deliciously inside of her. He
watched her intently from his place between her thighs, reveling
in twitch of her lips, before sliding his fingers out of her and
replacing them with his tongue. He pulled back slowly, his own
body becoming a little desperate as he leaned up and kissed her
again, before sliding off the bed, sauntering over to his
dresser, and retrieving a little foil package from his underwear
drawer.
He took a moment to drink in the sight of his girlfriend, naked
a stretched out across his mattress. Her hair was splayed out
across his pillow, lips slightly part and face flushed, a thin
sheen of sweat covering her body. He slipped off his boxers,
leaving them pooled on the floor by his dresser, before climbing
back onto the bed and kissing her soundly as he dropped the foil
package on the mattress. Her heart thundered in her chest as she
deepened the kiss, sliding her hands over his shoulders and
scraping her nails lightly against his spine. Pulling away from
the kiss, he sat back on his knees, trailing his hands down her
body and smiling down at her. He picked up the package again,
tearing it open and removing the contents before tossing the
foil aside and rolling the condom on. Slowly, carefully, he
positioned himself at her entrance, his hands resting on her
hips. Her eyes fell closed, the darkness washing over her as he
pushed into her gently, her entire body tensing. The hands of a
phantom dug into her flesh, pressing into long faded
finger-shaped bruises.
“Hey, we can stop any time, you just tell me, alright?” Reese
whispered, his voice jolting her from her memory, “It's just me,
here. It's just your Reese's Piece." She blinked open her eyes,
her gaze meeting his and her hands covering his. She shook her
head a little, tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“I’m okay,” she murmured in response, pausing for a moment
before lifting one of his hands from her waist and guiding her
to mouth, kissing it lightly, “M-make love to me?” He swallowed,
pushing into her again slowly, eyes trained on her face. She bit
down on her lip, stifling a moan, as their pelvic bones met.
Every nerve ending in her body felt alive, sparks of pleasure
shooting up and down her spine as he shifted inside her, pulling
back before easing into her again. Whimpering, she wrapped her
legs around his waist, urging him deeper inside of her and
pulling him down into a heated kiss. She tangled her hands in
his hair, gasping and moaning against his lips as they moved
together, gradually pick up speed. Their sweat slickened bodies
slid against each other, whimpers and moans filling the space
around them as they panted into against each other’s lips,
kissing long forgotten. They rocked against each other until
their muscles ached and burned, their hair plastered to their
foreheads and the air between them hot and moist.
“Reese,” she cried out, her muscles tightening around him and
her body quaking as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her
nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades, her head
dropping back against the pillows and her hips rolling in time
with his, muscles spasming around him deliciously. He tucked his
head into the crook of her neck, panting and moaning against her
the thin skin stretched over her pulse point, as he tumbled over
the edge after her. There was a long moment spent riding out
their orgasms, holding each other and breathing heavily until
their pleasure induced hazes faded away. He pulled out of her
slowly, kissing her lightly and pulling off the condom, before
tying it off and tossing it into the trashcan. He pulled her to
his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her and burying his
nose in her wet hair.
“So apparently the dark side has more benefits than just
cookies, eh?” he joked, kissing her hair and pulling her tighter
against his chest.
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