stalk 29

Lips pressed together, Lezard kissed Lenneth with all the force he could muster, desperate possession that was hard enough to bruise. His lips worked at her mouth, nibbling on her lower lip, rough coaxing that she was all too eager to give in to, parting her lips with a relieved sigh. His tongue dived into her mouth, searching and caressing, even as he pressed down on her, almost trying to meld his body on tops of hers. Lenneth had nowhere to go, caught between his body and the table top, and though she wiggled and squirmed, she did not try to get away.

Instead she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, free arm reaching up behind his head, entwining her fingers in his hair. She exuded slight pressure on his scalp, pulling him down, pressing him to her as though she couldn’t stand to be parted from him, even to take a breath. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest, delightfully bare, nipples hard with excitement. They moved with the force of her breath, deep shallow airs, like the breathy pants she made into his mouth.

He frowned into her mouth, the sound reminding him of Lucian. It shouldn’t have…there was a world of difference in a woman being kissed breathless and a man grasping for his last breath and yet…Lezard groaned into her mouth, trying to lose himself in her kisses, to block thoughts of Lucian out of his mind. He would not let that blond oaf ruin this!

A lingering kiss on her mouth, teeth scraping across his lips, teasing pressure as they pulled apart. Lezard stared down at Lenneth, reaching up to brush his thumb against her kiss swollen lower lip. She closed her eyes, moving her head in time to his fingers tracing her lips. Eyelashes were dark against her pale skin, and a hint of tears trickled down her face.

“Why are you still crying?” Lezard wondered out loud, bringing his tongue out to lap against her cheek, tasting her tears.

“I think…” Her eyelids fluttered open, she looked right into his eyes, the blue of them gleaming with wetness. “I think because I am happy.”

“Happy…?” He smiled then, continue to drink in her tears, catching the droplets on the tip of his tongue. “Do I make you happy Lenneth?”

“Yes…” Her fingers turned massaging on the back of his head, and she gave him a small smile. “Even if it’s a lie…”

“It’s not!” He jerked away from her face, frowning down at her.

“Even if it’s a lie…” She continued. “That you’ll stay with me….love me…Even if you do leave me someday….I’m happy now in the moment…”

Lezard’s brow furrowed, staring down at her. She still thought he would leave her! And he didn’t know how to convince her otherwise. “Lenneth, I speak the truth when I say I will be with you forever…Tell me…What can I do to get you to believe me?”

She was quiet, thinking it over. “Just hold me…” Lenneth said at last.

He smiled, raising their entwined hands, placing a kiss across her knuckles. “Gladly.” His other hand slipped down between their bodies, stroking down her belly. “But is holding all you want me to do…?” He watched as the blush came to her cheeks, Lenneth starting to look away from his intense gaze. His hand dipped down lower, fingers questing, gently easing her open and she gasped. Gasped and looked at him, her gaze captured by his once more.

“Because if all you want is for me to hold you, then I will…” He said, trying not to let the regret be apparent in his voice. He hid a smirk, dipping a finger inside her, feeling her heat, velvet warmth that eagerly clutched around his fingertip.

“N….no…” She shook her head, her breathing coming faster now, the blush turning redder.

“No?” He crooked his finger, and she wiggled, legs spreading wider to give him better access.

“Don’t stop…” Lenneth moaned.

“You have to tell me what you want…” Lezard teased, sliding his finger in all the way to the knuckle. She arched, and cried out, and he could feel her growing wet. Her body surely desired him, but Lezard wanted to hear her say it. “Otherwise I’ll stop…”

“No!” That last no almost sounded panicked, and his smile widened.

“Well…?”

“I want you…Want to do more than just hold each other.” She confessed through lowered eyelids, shyness apparent. “Want to make love to you….without any drugs…without any outside influences or disturbances.”

“Oh Lenneth…” Lezard leaned in to place a kiss on her forehead, a chaste reward for her honesty. “I want that too!”

“Do you…?” More moans from her, his finger working faster inside her. “You don’t want me to pretend to be something I’m not?” She looked uncertainly at him. “To be that dominant woman from the night before?”

“Right now I’d take you anyway I can get you…” Lezard told her. She started to frown at this, and he added another finger, rocking her world. “We can discover the real you slowly…”

“The real me…” She questioned with a gasp, Lezard feeling her thighs start to quiver. “I don’t think I even know who she is….it’s been so long Lezard…” admitted Lenneth, looking close to tears again. “So long since I’ve done this without being high or drunk…Lucian….AHHHH!” He had inadvertently jammed his fingers inside her, gentleness and skill being lost at the mention of her former lover.

“Sorry…” Lezard said abashed. He carefully withdrew his fingers from her, a slow slide out of her insides that left Lenneth mourning the absence of them. “You were saying?”

“Lucian…” Lezard scooted up her body, pressing his face against her breasts, wanting to hide between them. He couldn’t control his face, couldn’t keep the expression of rage and disgust from showing at the mention of the dead man’s name. “Lucian used to give me drugs before sex…said it was better that way…” Her voice had lost the lusty edge to it, fear that Lezard would be the same coloring her thoughts. “And you….you seemed to like it when I was high too…”

He lifted his head, seeing the sadness on her face. “Lenneth…” He brought his mouth to the tips of her breasts, kissing the hardened peaks. She cried out, responsive and eager for his attentions. “Don’t judge me on that one time…It surprised me, and it was wonderful…but you are what’s important…I don’t want a Lenneth who has to pretend to be someone else, who pretends while secretly suffering in silence…” He opened his mouth, suckling against her, udulating his tongue against her nipple.

“I don’t want that either!” She agreed, practically purring as he laved attention on her breast. She could feel the warmth of his mouth surrounding her nipple, feel the delicious force in which he sucked and she tossed back her head, a deep moan issuing out of her mouth. “Lezard…!”

He could feel Lenneth trying to sit up, hands reaching for him, tugging at his shirt. “Want to feel you.” She said, bunching up the material under her fingers. “Want to be skin to skin against you…” Lezard was quick to oblige her, disengaging from her chest, long enough to pull his shirt up over his head. As he did so, she was touching him, hands touching his skin, tracing the lines of his body. Her hands dipped down low on his belly, fingers nudging at the waist band of his pants. Lezard quickly reached down to help her, yanking his belt free, tossing it onto the floor.

She tugged and pulled, gathering up not only his pants but his boxers, slowly inching them downwards together. Lezard grabbed at her wrists, urging her on faster, and together they eased them down past his knees. His arousal sprang forth, thick length that throbbed with need. Lenneth stared at him for a brief second, before reaching out to tentatively take hold of him. Now it was Lezard’s turn to gasp, and he eagerly pushed into her hands, feeling her curl her fingers around his dick. Slowly she moved her hand, and his breath quickened, causing her to look at him coyly. Her grip tightened, squeezing pressure that was almost painful, and he almost went off right then and there.

“Lenneth…” He called out her name, moaning out their syllables. “Don’t tease me so…” Lenneth was moving her hand up and down his shaft, faster now, and as wonderful as it felt to be jerked off by the woman he loved, Lezard knew he wanted to be in her, one way or another. Once again he was catching at her hands, pulling them away. Lenneth reluctantly allowed him to move her, teasingly letting him slide out of her grip.

This time when he pressed against her, they were skin to skin, both as naked as the day they were born. His erection rubbed against her center, Lenneth bringing up her legs to wrap them around him. He kissed her, and reached down between them, lining himself up properly with her. “I love you.” He told her, having a sudden need to reaffirm his love for her. She smiled, and nodded, but did not speak. Lezard wanted her to tell him she loved him back, to at least say I know in response to his proclamation. He stifled a sigh, and drew back his hips, moments before he pushed into her, hearing her let out a little cry at his entrance.

Lezard pressed her down against the lacquered table, easing himself in slowly, gently. “Harder!” Lenneth cried out. “I want to be full with you.” She didn’t have to ask him twice, Lezard’s body moving almost before he gave it a command, shoving deep inside her. He growled out her name, leaning into her neck, teeth biting down on the side of it as he began to move his hips. Pumping in and out of her, Lenneth winding her arms around him, feeling his back muscles ripple under the palm of her hands.

“Never…..ever…” grunted Lezard, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Gonna….let….you…go…”

“Oooooh!” Her eyes were wide with wild delight. “Promise….?”

“Promise!” Lezard said, sealing it with a kiss against the side of her neck. “You’re mine…” She was raising her own hips, grinding herself into him, while her fingers dug into his back. “Now and forever…” Lezard told her, a hint of warning in his voice. He wanted Lenneth to understand there was no going back, not now, not after what he had done for her. Even if she never knew about Lucian’s death, HE did…He had made sacrifices for her, taken an immense risk, Lucian’s life blood tying them together more thoroughly than anything else on this God fearing planet could do.

“Yes yours!” Lenneth was agreeing, crying out, scratching her nails into his back. Pain flared, but it was pain of a good kind, turning him on, causing him to pound even harder into her. The table creaked and moaned, shaking on wobbly legs, moving from the force of his thrusts. He could feel something pouring down his back, droplets of liquid easing down from where her nails lie.

“Harder…” He said, just before he kissed her. “Make me bleed Lenneth…tear my flesh apart with your nails…” He slid his hands under her bottom, holding her rear up off the table. Clasping it, pumping in to her over and over again.

“Harder?” Lenneth asked, even as she was moving her hands, finding another spot on his back to scratch. It drove him mad, made him ride her hard, unable to slow down. His kisses grew more fervent, tongue plunging in synch with his powerful thrusts. Lenneth slid on the table, back and forth, and she started to let go of him, wanting to grip the table’s edge.

“Don’t let go!” He said with a sharp gasp, and she hastily complied. Her nails found one of the cuts in his back, digging into it, sharp pain that brought stinging tears to his eyes.

The table continued to make noise, protesting the shaking weight on it. It was not built to sustain such vigorous movement, and it let it’s displeasure be known. They both ignored the noise, lost in each other’s embrace, and suddenly Lenneth was tightening around him, body spasming as she chanted his name over and over again. Lezard almost lost it right then and there, speaking through clenched teeth on how sweet she was.

He eased her legs up higher on his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts, going in deeper. He was soon joining her in delicious release, quickening his strokes as he climaxed, ready to fall on top of her, exhausted. When suddenly they WERE falling, the table letting out a thunderous sound as it collapsed beneath them. They hit the floor, Lenneth crying out as he inadvertently stabbed into her, his weight settling on top of her body.

The crash resounded through the apartment, kicking up dust around them, chair legs wobbling, rolling around on the kitchen floor. Lezard quickly eased up off of Lenneth, thinking he must look as surprised as she was. He opened his mouth to talk when suddenly his sisters’ angry voice screamed out. “Do I even WANT to know what that noise was?!”

Lezard stared at Lenneth, and she opened her mouth, dismayed to realize she had forgotten all about Mystina being home. Unexpectedly a giggle escaped her, and then another. Her laughter was contagious, soon Lezard was joining her in a full blown belly laugh, burying his face in her neck, trying to muffle his glee. His sister wisely stayed in her room, later claiming she didn’t want to be traumatized by the sight of her brother naked.

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By Michelle