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buggeryI'm definitely leaning towards "Ruby-Throated" for a title, especially since ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slodwick saw fit to manip me such a gorgeous cover. It gets considerably more smutty here, though they still aren't quite naked. Lex is taking his sweet time.
"Come here," she said.
There was an instant in which he could think only of climbing over the obstacle course of wineglasses and merger proposals and the split and picked-over carcass of the pheasant. It passed, and he rounded the desk, never dropping his hold on her hand, drawing her to meet him by their fingers' clasp. She reached out to him with the other hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck as their mouths met again. Tongues lapped in and out and around, enticing and exploring. Louise's lips nipped at his, evidencing hunger she hadn't shown for the food. She was a fantastically talented kisser, and he did his best to keep up.
Reaching his other hand up, Lex drew it through the ends of her hair, then around to cup the line of her jaw. He had to bend his neck to reach her face anyway, so he bent further, stroking her throat with his open mouth, laving away the traces of her long day and tasting the fresh sweat of anticipation. A graze of teeth garnered him a groan; he's been trying not to be too noisy, himself, but he hummed back into her salt-spiced skin, mouth abuzz with vibrations from them both.
"Lex," she breathed, any earlier chiding gone from her tone, and he wanted her to say it again, louder. The fingers tangled in his tightened, then flexed open, reaching to search out a nipple through the soft weave of his sweater. It rose through the thin cashmere, peaking to meet her fingertip. Releasing her hand, he reached around to hold her waist in his, mouth wandering down to the indent where her collarbones met.
Following the downward trend, Louise's fingers dipped to skim his hip and lift the sweater's hem, then tickled up ribs to give the other nipple its turn. Lex growled softly and gently bit at one clavicle, relinquishing his grip at her neck to cup a breast. Behind her back, his other hand fisted in the fabric of her jacket; in front, the thick linen, open over her blouse, allowed him access to the flesh-warm silk that wrapped her chest.
Lips and breath caressed the skin above his ear, and Lex couldn't help the reflex, his own mouth coming free from her flesh though their arms held them clasped. Her dark eyes were darker now with desire, pupils dilated, yet somehow brighter, burning like the embers of a banked fire. With a pinch to his nipple, Louise rolled her shoulders, her hand abandoning the back of Lex's neck to manoeuvre out of the jacket. He helped pull it off, tossing the lightweight linen at the chair he'd sat in while they ate but not watching it drop, riveted to Louise's lithe fall into her own chair.
A flick of her brows and a glimpse of her tongue were all the invitation he needed to follow, the densely woven rug saving his knees from too hard a jar. Her arms, unneeded, reached for him as he leaned in, pressing his face to her breast, his own arms sliding around to complete the embrace. The tailored skirt was suit-narrow, tight, but hiked easily up her thighs to let her enclose him, knees clamped to his sides. For a moment he only tightened his hold, shivering when a cool finger traced the curve of his skull, crown to collar. Then he opened his mouth, teasing first with heated breath, before sucking fabric and flesh to dampness.
Arching into the wet caress, Louise drew Lex's shirt up, leaving it bunched high over his shoulders, manicured nails circling the knobs of his spine. His tongue found a button in her cleavage and deftly unfastened it, earning him a gasp when he nosed silk aside to taste the softer, smoother swell of skin. "Lex," she gasped out again, and that was better if not yet louder. He was in no hurry.
One hand yanking silk free from linen, he worked the other between them to open the rest of the placket with nimbler fingers. Lex's tongue followed the line of lace up over one breast as his hand worked at hooks hidden between Louise's back and her leather chair, under the silk of her blouse and the fall of her hair. The brassiere went slack, slipping away from his mouth, and he pushed it to the floor, palm spreading across her newly-bared back.
Louise's hands were trying to work his sweater the rest of the way over Lex's head, but he was busy tracing mirrored arcs over her breasts, his mouth moving up and around the right, fingers on the left. When he ran out of breast, he licked down a rib, then knelt slowly back, thumb teasing idly at Louise's side, and opened his eyes to look again into hers.
Lashes lowered, her own head back against the chair's cushioned leather, Louise was breathing heavily through her open mouth; she rolled her lips inward, wetting them, as he watched. His erection leapt in his pants. If she noticed, though, she kept her reaction to herself, instead laying lazy touches along his chest, shoulders and arms as he divested himself of his sweater. Bare-chested himself now, Lex finally took a moment to savour the visual of Louise's breasts, the modest curves still firm, arousal-rouged areolae peeking from the spread halves of her shirt. The silk clung at a scattering of wet patches.
A gentle tug at trailing edge of the hem, and she smiled lewdly at him, shrugging out of her blouse, letting it slither down, and off, the chair. His hands, having drifted to her waist, searched the top of her skirt with renewed purpose until they found the zipper hidden in its side seam. With a flex of back and calves, Louise lifted enough to let Lex draw the crinkled linen down her legs. He shifted back to free her feet from the tangled garment, and slipped off her shoes as well, lining his own loafers up beside hers under the desk, leaving them both barefoot.
Despite the ubiquitous air-conditioning in Lionel's domain, or perhaps in deference to the August heat waiting outside, or simply a personal quirk, Louise wore only a slip underneath her skirt. Then again, he considered, as he slid a hand up one leg from her ankle until it disappeared under the silk sheath, her legs were sufficiently smooth and supple not to need stockings. Louise spread her legs wider, hooking her heel around his back to pull him back against the chair, but he resisted the summons, smirking up at her before pressing a kiss to the bend of the insistent leg, tongue slipping into the crease behind her knee.
"Lex," she moaned, voice all in her throat.
"Mmm," he murmurred into her leg, tongue working wetly over the tendon. Under the slip, his fingers found more lace and traced it down to where it dampened. Louise shifted at the gentle pressure; it didn't linger, Lex insinuating clever fingernails under her panties' edges, lifting, hinting at slipping inside but never quite getting there. In his peripheral vision, she bit her lip. Felt as much as seen, she melted against the leather, legs spreading. Her hands danced over his shoulders, skimming muscles, rediscovering his still-stiffened nipples.
Whispering wordless encouragement, she twitched her hips and pinched his pecs. Lex rubbed his thumb into the center of the wetness, dampened fabric dragging, lace catching on hair. Letting Louise ride his taunting hand, he used the other to guide the panties' straps down at the sides. A last suck to the join of calf and thigh, and he drew a meandering line down and around to her shin, fingers twining around the soaked scrap of cloth to pull it off. She left off caressing his chest to help. The musk-steeped undergarment stretched and rolled, daubing Louise's legs with invisible highlights; he lifted her feet to slip the panties free, then raised one foot higher to taste one of the faint marks they'd left.
A gasp from Louise, and he glanced up to find her grinning, so he licked along the arch of her instep, the angle hiding his own gloating grin as she gasped again. Mouthing his way to her anklebone, he paused there, suckling, tickling with his tongue. There was another brush of cooling moisture by his nose, and he licked that away as well. Her foot flexed in his hold, toes spreading, so he slipped his tongue between two. Louise lifted from the hips, pushing against him, posture pleading for more. Lips enclosing her toes, Lex laced his tongue between one and the next, then around to retrace the loops in reverse.
"God, Lex, yes," she moaned huskily; he withdrew his tongue and sucked, stretched lips working, then snaked it back out to rasp at the soft callus of her sole. Her other foot, half-forgotten, slipped into his lap, working soft cloth over his hardness until his own moan rose in his throat. Swallowing, he sucked again, then drew back to nip and lick at her toes one by one. Largest to smallest and back again, and he paused to bathe the big toe with lazy strokes, her ankle and calf clasped in casually caressing hands.
Louise's attention to his erection was more directed, tracing its shape, pressing its length, driving its rise. Impressively flexible, her foot cupped him, plucking busily at the strained material of the fly while he worried the toes of her other foot with teases of teeth and suction. "Lex," she said again, and yes, that was how he wanted her to say it, low and lusty on a shortened breath, like-- "Lex, let me touch you." Louise, he mused, was wonderfully assertive in this, unlike most women his own age he'd dated. She reached for him, but while he remained kneeling on his heels and she stayed slumped in the chair, his access to her leg -- and her other leg's access to him -- kept her hands too far away.
Thanks again to my audiencers, and if I've left anyone out, do please thwap me. I promise to get Lex past third base. Eventually. He and I are making this up as we go along.
slodwick saw fit to manip me such a gorgeous cover. It gets considerably more smutty here, though they still aren't quite naked. Lex is taking his sweet time."Come here," she said.
There was an instant in which he could think only of climbing over the obstacle course of wineglasses and merger proposals and the split and picked-over carcass of the pheasant. It passed, and he rounded the desk, never dropping his hold on her hand, drawing her to meet him by their fingers' clasp. She reached out to him with the other hand, wrapping it around the back of his neck as their mouths met again. Tongues lapped in and out and around, enticing and exploring. Louise's lips nipped at his, evidencing hunger she hadn't shown for the food. She was a fantastically talented kisser, and he did his best to keep up.
Reaching his other hand up, Lex drew it through the ends of her hair, then around to cup the line of her jaw. He had to bend his neck to reach her face anyway, so he bent further, stroking her throat with his open mouth, laving away the traces of her long day and tasting the fresh sweat of anticipation. A graze of teeth garnered him a groan; he's been trying not to be too noisy, himself, but he hummed back into her salt-spiced skin, mouth abuzz with vibrations from them both.
"Lex," she breathed, any earlier chiding gone from her tone, and he wanted her to say it again, louder. The fingers tangled in his tightened, then flexed open, reaching to search out a nipple through the soft weave of his sweater. It rose through the thin cashmere, peaking to meet her fingertip. Releasing her hand, he reached around to hold her waist in his, mouth wandering down to the indent where her collarbones met.
Following the downward trend, Louise's fingers dipped to skim his hip and lift the sweater's hem, then tickled up ribs to give the other nipple its turn. Lex growled softly and gently bit at one clavicle, relinquishing his grip at her neck to cup a breast. Behind her back, his other hand fisted in the fabric of her jacket; in front, the thick linen, open over her blouse, allowed him access to the flesh-warm silk that wrapped her chest.
Lips and breath caressed the skin above his ear, and Lex couldn't help the reflex, his own mouth coming free from her flesh though their arms held them clasped. Her dark eyes were darker now with desire, pupils dilated, yet somehow brighter, burning like the embers of a banked fire. With a pinch to his nipple, Louise rolled her shoulders, her hand abandoning the back of Lex's neck to manoeuvre out of the jacket. He helped pull it off, tossing the lightweight linen at the chair he'd sat in while they ate but not watching it drop, riveted to Louise's lithe fall into her own chair.
A flick of her brows and a glimpse of her tongue were all the invitation he needed to follow, the densely woven rug saving his knees from too hard a jar. Her arms, unneeded, reached for him as he leaned in, pressing his face to her breast, his own arms sliding around to complete the embrace. The tailored skirt was suit-narrow, tight, but hiked easily up her thighs to let her enclose him, knees clamped to his sides. For a moment he only tightened his hold, shivering when a cool finger traced the curve of his skull, crown to collar. Then he opened his mouth, teasing first with heated breath, before sucking fabric and flesh to dampness.
Arching into the wet caress, Louise drew Lex's shirt up, leaving it bunched high over his shoulders, manicured nails circling the knobs of his spine. His tongue found a button in her cleavage and deftly unfastened it, earning him a gasp when he nosed silk aside to taste the softer, smoother swell of skin. "Lex," she gasped out again, and that was better if not yet louder. He was in no hurry.
One hand yanking silk free from linen, he worked the other between them to open the rest of the placket with nimbler fingers. Lex's tongue followed the line of lace up over one breast as his hand worked at hooks hidden between Louise's back and her leather chair, under the silk of her blouse and the fall of her hair. The brassiere went slack, slipping away from his mouth, and he pushed it to the floor, palm spreading across her newly-bared back.
Louise's hands were trying to work his sweater the rest of the way over Lex's head, but he was busy tracing mirrored arcs over her breasts, his mouth moving up and around the right, fingers on the left. When he ran out of breast, he licked down a rib, then knelt slowly back, thumb teasing idly at Louise's side, and opened his eyes to look again into hers.
Lashes lowered, her own head back against the chair's cushioned leather, Louise was breathing heavily through her open mouth; she rolled her lips inward, wetting them, as he watched. His erection leapt in his pants. If she noticed, though, she kept her reaction to herself, instead laying lazy touches along his chest, shoulders and arms as he divested himself of his sweater. Bare-chested himself now, Lex finally took a moment to savour the visual of Louise's breasts, the modest curves still firm, arousal-rouged areolae peeking from the spread halves of her shirt. The silk clung at a scattering of wet patches.
A gentle tug at trailing edge of the hem, and she smiled lewdly at him, shrugging out of her blouse, letting it slither down, and off, the chair. His hands, having drifted to her waist, searched the top of her skirt with renewed purpose until they found the zipper hidden in its side seam. With a flex of back and calves, Louise lifted enough to let Lex draw the crinkled linen down her legs. He shifted back to free her feet from the tangled garment, and slipped off her shoes as well, lining his own loafers up beside hers under the desk, leaving them both barefoot.
Despite the ubiquitous air-conditioning in Lionel's domain, or perhaps in deference to the August heat waiting outside, or simply a personal quirk, Louise wore only a slip underneath her skirt. Then again, he considered, as he slid a hand up one leg from her ankle until it disappeared under the silk sheath, her legs were sufficiently smooth and supple not to need stockings. Louise spread her legs wider, hooking her heel around his back to pull him back against the chair, but he resisted the summons, smirking up at her before pressing a kiss to the bend of the insistent leg, tongue slipping into the crease behind her knee.
"Lex," she moaned, voice all in her throat.
"Mmm," he murmurred into her leg, tongue working wetly over the tendon. Under the slip, his fingers found more lace and traced it down to where it dampened. Louise shifted at the gentle pressure; it didn't linger, Lex insinuating clever fingernails under her panties' edges, lifting, hinting at slipping inside but never quite getting there. In his peripheral vision, she bit her lip. Felt as much as seen, she melted against the leather, legs spreading. Her hands danced over his shoulders, skimming muscles, rediscovering his still-stiffened nipples.
Whispering wordless encouragement, she twitched her hips and pinched his pecs. Lex rubbed his thumb into the center of the wetness, dampened fabric dragging, lace catching on hair. Letting Louise ride his taunting hand, he used the other to guide the panties' straps down at the sides. A last suck to the join of calf and thigh, and he drew a meandering line down and around to her shin, fingers twining around the soaked scrap of cloth to pull it off. She left off caressing his chest to help. The musk-steeped undergarment stretched and rolled, daubing Louise's legs with invisible highlights; he lifted her feet to slip the panties free, then raised one foot higher to taste one of the faint marks they'd left.
A gasp from Louise, and he glanced up to find her grinning, so he licked along the arch of her instep, the angle hiding his own gloating grin as she gasped again. Mouthing his way to her anklebone, he paused there, suckling, tickling with his tongue. There was another brush of cooling moisture by his nose, and he licked that away as well. Her foot flexed in his hold, toes spreading, so he slipped his tongue between two. Louise lifted from the hips, pushing against him, posture pleading for more. Lips enclosing her toes, Lex laced his tongue between one and the next, then around to retrace the loops in reverse.
"God, Lex, yes," she moaned huskily; he withdrew his tongue and sucked, stretched lips working, then snaked it back out to rasp at the soft callus of her sole. Her other foot, half-forgotten, slipped into his lap, working soft cloth over his hardness until his own moan rose in his throat. Swallowing, he sucked again, then drew back to nip and lick at her toes one by one. Largest to smallest and back again, and he paused to bathe the big toe with lazy strokes, her ankle and calf clasped in casually caressing hands.
Louise's attention to his erection was more directed, tracing its shape, pressing its length, driving its rise. Impressively flexible, her foot cupped him, plucking busily at the strained material of the fly while he worried the toes of her other foot with teases of teeth and suction. "Lex," she said again, and yes, that was how he wanted her to say it, low and lusty on a shortened breath, like-- "Lex, let me touch you." Louise, he mused, was wonderfully assertive in this, unlike most women his own age he'd dated. She reached for him, but while he remained kneeling on his heels and she stayed slumped in the chair, his access to her leg -- and her other leg's access to him -- kept her hands too far away.
Thanks again to my audiencers, and if I've left anyone out, do please thwap me. I promise to get Lex past third base. Eventually. He and I are making this up as we go along.
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