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seraiTitle: Mine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Lijahcat in a leather collar. Need I say more?
Mine
by Serai
Mm. Now that's a pretty sight. Nothing sets off a beautiful neck like a well-fitted collar. I watch his Adam's apple bob gently against the leather, black around the pale skin, as he laps the last of the sweet pastry cream out of my hand and tips his head back to swallow. I tap my fingers against his lips, and eagerly he licks off the last bit, sucking them into his mouth. Wet warmth and the edge of teeth, sucking pull and undulation. When he's done, I cup his chin, and raise his head towards me.
Elijah's eyes are closed, and a soft smile drugged with patience lingers on his mouth. That mouth makes me feel something, resting as it is in its knowing curve, something smoky and a little vicious. My fingers drift from his chin to stroke his throat, reach in between his skin and the black creak of leather, the fall of his hair making a pocket of delicious warmth. I hook my fingers into the collar and tug a little, pulling him off center just a bit, testing him. He sways on his knees but doesn't shift, pliant. I pull back then, taking him in the opposite direction. Tipping him back just to the edge of his balance, and feast my eyes on the long line created by the tension of his position.
The line begins at the point of his chin, raised up to obscure his face. His throat in the black collar is pale marble, rosy with a flush that spreads slowly down his skin. Bare shoulders shining in the soft light, the contours of his chest and belly, lovely tight muscles, lithe and arched. Brown bush soft and sparse blooms between his spread thighs where his hands rest, their position framing his half-hard cock, that's rising with a slow languor, as if taking its time about deciding to play. I hold him back in that tense posture, watching his muscles working to keep him there. The play of tension and release as he carefully keeps from succumbing to the urge to sink back and fall. His abdominals flutter, and his fingers twitch as he fights not to move his hands. I smile as I watch his skin roseate and sheen, the damp just barely layering the surface of his pecs. After long moments I let go, and he sighs and settles back down again, bowing his head to stretch his neck. He looks like some luxuriant harem creature kneeling before me, shoulders brushed by wavy locks. Mine, I think, as I would think of a cat, as if thinking made it true.
His hand settles on my ankle, and slides up my leg, smooth blunt fingertips traveling up to paw at my thigh, leaving tingling traces in their wake. My breath catches as he looks up at me, the glint in his sparkling eyes turning wicked even as his movements stay carefully within the confines set. He leans forward, and I feel hot breath move against the skin of my leg a second before he bites. Why, you - I think, before he lets go and licks me. He nuzzles hard, pushing my legs apart, and I fall back against the table behind me, gripping the edge.
Ah, the view is wonderful from here. Long expanse of flawless skin, little nubs of vertebrae flexing in a sinuous line, and his lovely tight round ass. Shoulderblades limned with the ends of his hair, sweet cream and chestnut. He settles his hands at my hips, and licks up and into the arch of my mound, winding his tongue through my hair as if he's lost what he's looking for. His own hair falls forward, and he stops licking to shake it out of his face. I can't resist reaching down to run my fingers through it, combing it back and out of the way. He smiles, purring, and dips his head to rub that rich mane along my thighs, then between my legs.
Oh, the feel of it. I grind against the silky strands, and Elijah laughs, knowing how much I love the sensation. Pushes against me more, then lifts up again and his mouth attacks me. A sharp moan slips through my teeth as he tongues my folds with sharp pointed licks, parting and playing with the tip of his tongue. He takes a long gentle/hard suck, pulling my clit and flesh into his mouth and squeezing me against the thick muscled center of that tongue.
Ah, gods, he's so good at this. I writhe, nearly slipping off the table, and my fingers grip tight into his hair. He steadies me strong, and laughs again. I can feel the vibration right through my pussy and I yell, just on the edge. He pushes again, makes a loud noise in his mouth and I'm off, spinning. Everything goes red and dark, and I pull, tangling my fingers. I barely hear the wincing sound he makes; he's gripping my thighs as I shake and the force of his fingers is all I can feel while I'm in the dark, the tight wind of his biceps supporting my weight.
A sound pulls me back, a small sound, light and quick. I open my eyes and look at him. He's tipped back on his heels, breathing fast. The heat between my legs sparks again as I realize he's staring at my pussy, licking his dark, shining lips, fine eyebrows knitted with want. The sound I hear comes from his cock as he strokes himself, fingers tight and moving fast. My hips arch up toward him all on their own, and a little cry meets them.
That's too much for me, and I slither down and around to tuck myself up against his back. My arms wind around his waist and I bat his hands away, gripping his cock and stilling him. He moans and drops his head back on my shoulder. I smell the hot scent of sex in the sweat of his neck and my own juices still shining on his face. He rolls his face away from me, and I lick his neck in long laps, and whisper in his ear. His cock starts to thrust in my hand as he listens, soft sibilant hissing of all the promises and threats I make. Oh, he trembles.
The motions of his hips as he thrusts brings his ass back and forth in contact with me. I push forward against him, trapping him, and he starts making helpless little moaning sounds to the rhythm. They get louder, and I love how he starts to struggle just a bit. I can feel his shoulders flexing against me, and the sweet tickling of his hair moving back and forth across my shoulderblades as his head tips back. I nuzzle into it, breathing the dark warm scent that's him - thick and light, animal scent of strain and sweet shivering sex. The skin of his neck is ripe and rosy, and he gasps as I pull and knead his cock, rippling my fingers one after another over and over. The moans heighten, and wickedly I slap my left hand over his mouth, pushing hard to silence him.
That gets to him even more, and his hands pull back to find my thighs, worming in between to look for me again. I'm amazed at how his arching and struggling make me feel - strong and hot and a little cruel. I love how his back arches, and he cries behind my hand almost as if he were in pain. The sounds are harsher now that he can't let loose, muffled and deep; his movements take on a luxurious quality. Sinuous, like a cat. His lips manage to open just a bit, and a tickling slices across my palm as the tip of his tongue licks convulsively back and forth. I look down to watch the muscles of his hips and thighs working, limned with sweat that gathers and glitters in the crease of his legs. And his beautiful cock, the head slick and dark as it moves into and out of my fingers.
I can feel an orgasm rising again, the pressure of his tight sweet ass against me as I push. Bend back to his ear, whisper nasty threats that make his struggling grow more fierce. I cry out as the rush starts to crest, and move my finger and thumb to pinch his nostrils shut, cutting off his air. He shakes his head, mewling desperately, and pumps his cock harder, and I suck on the reddening, tight cords of his neck, cresting and coming as he clutches my thighs. I cry out loud in his ear, the wave sharp and quicker than the first. I ride it hard and shake myself out fast, not wanting to be under too long, not wanting to let him come. Not yet, not this way. Burning hot, a sharp moan breaking through my throat, I'm still thrusting against his ass as I open my eyes. The last daggers of heat spike through me as I pull both my hands away, shoving hard to throw him onto the floor.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Lijahcat in a leather collar. Need I say more?
Mine
by Serai
Mm. Now that's a pretty sight. Nothing sets off a beautiful neck like a well-fitted collar. I watch his Adam's apple bob gently against the leather, black around the pale skin, as he laps the last of the sweet pastry cream out of my hand and tips his head back to swallow. I tap my fingers against his lips, and eagerly he licks off the last bit, sucking them into his mouth. Wet warmth and the edge of teeth, sucking pull and undulation. When he's done, I cup his chin, and raise his head towards me.
Elijah's eyes are closed, and a soft smile drugged with patience lingers on his mouth. That mouth makes me feel something, resting as it is in its knowing curve, something smoky and a little vicious. My fingers drift from his chin to stroke his throat, reach in between his skin and the black creak of leather, the fall of his hair making a pocket of delicious warmth. I hook my fingers into the collar and tug a little, pulling him off center just a bit, testing him. He sways on his knees but doesn't shift, pliant. I pull back then, taking him in the opposite direction. Tipping him back just to the edge of his balance, and feast my eyes on the long line created by the tension of his position.
The line begins at the point of his chin, raised up to obscure his face. His throat in the black collar is pale marble, rosy with a flush that spreads slowly down his skin. Bare shoulders shining in the soft light, the contours of his chest and belly, lovely tight muscles, lithe and arched. Brown bush soft and sparse blooms between his spread thighs where his hands rest, their position framing his half-hard cock, that's rising with a slow languor, as if taking its time about deciding to play. I hold him back in that tense posture, watching his muscles working to keep him there. The play of tension and release as he carefully keeps from succumbing to the urge to sink back and fall. His abdominals flutter, and his fingers twitch as he fights not to move his hands. I smile as I watch his skin roseate and sheen, the damp just barely layering the surface of his pecs. After long moments I let go, and he sighs and settles back down again, bowing his head to stretch his neck. He looks like some luxuriant harem creature kneeling before me, shoulders brushed by wavy locks. Mine, I think, as I would think of a cat, as if thinking made it true.
His hand settles on my ankle, and slides up my leg, smooth blunt fingertips traveling up to paw at my thigh, leaving tingling traces in their wake. My breath catches as he looks up at me, the glint in his sparkling eyes turning wicked even as his movements stay carefully within the confines set. He leans forward, and I feel hot breath move against the skin of my leg a second before he bites. Why, you - I think, before he lets go and licks me. He nuzzles hard, pushing my legs apart, and I fall back against the table behind me, gripping the edge.
Ah, the view is wonderful from here. Long expanse of flawless skin, little nubs of vertebrae flexing in a sinuous line, and his lovely tight round ass. Shoulderblades limned with the ends of his hair, sweet cream and chestnut. He settles his hands at my hips, and licks up and into the arch of my mound, winding his tongue through my hair as if he's lost what he's looking for. His own hair falls forward, and he stops licking to shake it out of his face. I can't resist reaching down to run my fingers through it, combing it back and out of the way. He smiles, purring, and dips his head to rub that rich mane along my thighs, then between my legs.
Oh, the feel of it. I grind against the silky strands, and Elijah laughs, knowing how much I love the sensation. Pushes against me more, then lifts up again and his mouth attacks me. A sharp moan slips through my teeth as he tongues my folds with sharp pointed licks, parting and playing with the tip of his tongue. He takes a long gentle/hard suck, pulling my clit and flesh into his mouth and squeezing me against the thick muscled center of that tongue.
Ah, gods, he's so good at this. I writhe, nearly slipping off the table, and my fingers grip tight into his hair. He steadies me strong, and laughs again. I can feel the vibration right through my pussy and I yell, just on the edge. He pushes again, makes a loud noise in his mouth and I'm off, spinning. Everything goes red and dark, and I pull, tangling my fingers. I barely hear the wincing sound he makes; he's gripping my thighs as I shake and the force of his fingers is all I can feel while I'm in the dark, the tight wind of his biceps supporting my weight.
A sound pulls me back, a small sound, light and quick. I open my eyes and look at him. He's tipped back on his heels, breathing fast. The heat between my legs sparks again as I realize he's staring at my pussy, licking his dark, shining lips, fine eyebrows knitted with want. The sound I hear comes from his cock as he strokes himself, fingers tight and moving fast. My hips arch up toward him all on their own, and a little cry meets them.
That's too much for me, and I slither down and around to tuck myself up against his back. My arms wind around his waist and I bat his hands away, gripping his cock and stilling him. He moans and drops his head back on my shoulder. I smell the hot scent of sex in the sweat of his neck and my own juices still shining on his face. He rolls his face away from me, and I lick his neck in long laps, and whisper in his ear. His cock starts to thrust in my hand as he listens, soft sibilant hissing of all the promises and threats I make. Oh, he trembles.
The motions of his hips as he thrusts brings his ass back and forth in contact with me. I push forward against him, trapping him, and he starts making helpless little moaning sounds to the rhythm. They get louder, and I love how he starts to struggle just a bit. I can feel his shoulders flexing against me, and the sweet tickling of his hair moving back and forth across my shoulderblades as his head tips back. I nuzzle into it, breathing the dark warm scent that's him - thick and light, animal scent of strain and sweet shivering sex. The skin of his neck is ripe and rosy, and he gasps as I pull and knead his cock, rippling my fingers one after another over and over. The moans heighten, and wickedly I slap my left hand over his mouth, pushing hard to silence him.
That gets to him even more, and his hands pull back to find my thighs, worming in between to look for me again. I'm amazed at how his arching and struggling make me feel - strong and hot and a little cruel. I love how his back arches, and he cries behind my hand almost as if he were in pain. The sounds are harsher now that he can't let loose, muffled and deep; his movements take on a luxurious quality. Sinuous, like a cat. His lips manage to open just a bit, and a tickling slices across my palm as the tip of his tongue licks convulsively back and forth. I look down to watch the muscles of his hips and thighs working, limned with sweat that gathers and glitters in the crease of his legs. And his beautiful cock, the head slick and dark as it moves into and out of my fingers.
I can feel an orgasm rising again, the pressure of his tight sweet ass against me as I push. Bend back to his ear, whisper nasty threats that make his struggling grow more fierce. I cry out as the rush starts to crest, and move my finger and thumb to pinch his nostrils shut, cutting off his air. He shakes his head, mewling desperately, and pumps his cock harder, and I suck on the reddening, tight cords of his neck, cresting and coming as he clutches my thighs. I cry out loud in his ear, the wave sharp and quicker than the first. I ride it hard and shake myself out fast, not wanting to be under too long, not wanting to let him come. Not yet, not this way. Burning hot, a sharp moan breaking through my throat, I'm still thrusting against his ass as I open my eyes. The last daggers of heat spike through me as I pull both my hands away, shoving hard to throw him onto the floor.
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Date: Friday, December 3rd, 2004 10:57 pm (UTC)The collar, the long hair just asking to be tugged, the hand over the mouth--I can hear those desperate little wounded animal noises he would make in his throat and I like them, the description of the playful mock-cruel cat-n-mouse of this is just delicious and I thought I loved you BEFORE!
I am not done fangirling you by half but I want to be the first to comment and I WANT TO READ IT AGAIN! *shudders hard*
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Date: Friday, December 3rd, 2004 11:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, December 3rd, 2004 11:16 pm (UTC)where his hands rest, their position framing his half-hard cock, that's rising with a slow languor, as if taking its time about deciding to play Taking its time about deciding to play . . . the image kills me . . . just kills me . . .
He looks like some luxuriant harem creature kneeling before me, shoulders brushed by wavy locks. Mine, I think, as I would think of a cat, as if thinking made it true. He does so remind me a lanky, graceful cat in so many ways. The purring and stretching and graceful flexibility . . . a very effective description dropped in here and there . . . MROWR!
winding his tongue through my hair as if he's lost what he's looking for. Oh, him and his crap sense of direction Ü. . . grabs his long, tempting hair and directs him where he needs to be . . . right there
He smiles, purring, and dips his head to rub that rich mane along my thighs, then between my legs. Do you have any idea what I would pay for a ride on his hair . . . *whimper*
I smell the hot scent of sex in the sweat of his neck and my own juices still shining on his face.
I nuzzle into it, breathing the dark warm scent that's him - thick and light, animal scent of strain and sweet shivering sex. Do you know what a hOr I am to the STINK KINK? This is just so fucking perfect . . . *goes slack-jawed, dreamy-eyed just imagining the smells of sex, fucking glorious sex . . .
I'm amazed at how his arching and struggling make me feel - strong and hot and a little cruel. Amazing, and hot and that little dash of cruel . . . a recipe for tingling my girly bits in the most pleasantest of ways!
*bows to the Master of the Lijahporn and laps at her toes subserviently*
THANK YOU!
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Date: Saturday, December 4th, 2004 02:43 am (UTC)I'm so glad you like this. I was nervous about it maybe being too tame for you, LOL. It's good to know my instincts are still sharp.
I'm screening these comments, hon, and have moved the feedback to my last post, the one where I asked you the questions about the fic. 'Cause I'd like to leave these comments for tigging. :)
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Date: Saturday, December 4th, 2004 01:25 am (UTC)Thanks for letting me join in on the fun by posting this.
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Date: Saturday, December 4th, 2004 02:42 am (UTC)I could no way continue that! I can't write sex that well, let alone het sex. I've only written that once.
Love your icon!
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Date: Tuesday, January 18th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)http://photobucket.com/albums/v260/doorxtriangle/
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Date: Tuesday, January 18th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)You can email me with your reply, if you don't want to point yourself out here. :)
Great pics, by the way!
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