aheroliveshere | [for man_without

He has an incredible case of bed head, so her hand has plenty to grasp.

His head bows against hers and his breath comes out in a stutter against her skin as he pushes his hips forward again, feeling her wetness along his length.

"Slow," he promises, willing to give her whatever she wants at this point.

She can't hold off for long. As good as he feels, she wants all of him. She arches her back in a deep bow, and lifts her hips to him. As much as she loves facing him, this feels just as good. A whole new way to explore each other. A whole new range of sensations. She feels their bodies align and when the moment is right, she presses back, taking him in again.

"Oh fuck you feel good."

His breath catches and holds at the penetration, adjusting his own hips a little to get more of himself inside of her.

"Me?" he returns with a low chuckle, "You feel better than amazing."

Much, Much better, in fact. It makes it difficult to keep that promise of a slow pace, but he tries, and when he starts to move it isn't thrusting so much as a slow languid push and pull into her.

This position makes it hard to kiss him, but not impossible. She's not the athlete that he is, but she's kept up with her yoga, and god it's good to reap the benefits of that. She just has to twist at the waist, shifting to lift her knee.

It keeps them close, and she draws his hand between her thighs again. She stretches to steal a kiss, breathless and hot, her hand curling around shoulder, clinging to him as best she can. All the while, rocking with him, keeping the rhythm steady and sure.

He pushes up on his elbow and leans in to meet her in the kiss. His hand hasn't strayed far and it slips back between her legs under her guidance.

While he slides into her his fingertips find her clit, rubbing in slow circles that match their leisurely pace against each other.

Kissing him, being wrapped up in him, filled by him, it feels like a tiny slice of heaven. Feels like basking in the warmth of the sun after a cold winter's day. She moans against his mouth, slow waves of ecstasy flowing out from her core to every inch of her body. Her hand slides up to his shoulder and she clings to him, unashamed.

Gradually, the movement of her hips becomes more insistent, more urgent. She fights the instinct to race to the end, taking slow, ragged breaths. The bottom of each strokes draws a high pitched little sound from her, and he can feel her body clenching around him.

He kisses her, exploring her mouth with his tongue and breaking only so that he can breath her in. The pace is slow, almost excruciatingly so, but it still has his heart-rate up and his chest rising and falling faster behind her.

He reads her from the inside and out, finding and revisiting those strokes that cause her to mewl while his hand plays her delicate button in time with their movements together. His reaction to her urgency isn't to go faster, but to draw out each stroke longer, to make each thrust deeper, dragging out every moment of bliss.

Jesus, Mary, Joseph, she didn't think she had any place left to go, didn't think he could feel more amazing than what she already felt, but fuck if he isn't proving her wrong. He reaches deep inside her and draws out a kind of pleasure she never imagined. Her breath hitches, her eyes roll back in her head, and her kisses become uncoordinated. He presses deep, does something with his hand and white hot bliss coils through her.

Her hand slides into his hair, holding fast to him, resting her brow against his, whispering low and fervent.

"Oh my god oh my god ohmygod, Matt."

So close, she's so close. And he holds her there, in the palm of his hand.

He keeps her teetering right on that razor edge. Her words in his ears, her reactions around him, he goads them on with every motion while keeping her hanging in suspense.

His hand and cock are slick with her wetness and his own end is building, but he's more focused on her and her growing desperation.

A slight change in angle, a deeper press accompanied by a pinch to her clit between the pads of his fingertips and he rumbles low in her ear, "Come for me, Karen."

His touch, his breath, his body, his heat, all of it overwhelms her senses, but it's his voice, always his voice that puts her over the edge.

He asks and she soars, keening as her body judders into freefall, her breath caught in her throat. The slow motion detonation unfolds in waves and it goes on for what feels like forever. Instinct drives her to press him as deep as possible, and her body clenches rhythmically, strong pulses around his prick.

All through it, she clings to him, a wordless litany of ecstasy whispered against his lips, letting him ground her as she dissolves into molten heat and light.

Feeling her reach her climax he keeps moving into her, not altering the pace a beat as he continues to work through her peak, trying to draw it out for her.

Everything she's doing, from the sounds to her body's reactions, and the knowledge he brought her such bliss bring him along behind her and when release hits it's almost a surprise.

A clutch of her hand on his shoulder, something she says, the press back of her hips, it sends him over the edge and he grips her hip and pulls her back against him so that he can bury himself inside of her as he takes his own pleasure.

His pleasure joins with her own, washing over her like a torrent, taking with it any strength she might have had left. It leaves her breathless and shaking, quivering as the aftershocks sweep through her. Her body rocks against his last few, deep thrusts and she chases after the fleeting strands of bliss coursing through her.

Her hand slips up into his hair, keeping him close, and she whispers his name, over and over again, like a mantra. Feeling him holding her so tight, it grounds her, and she holds him just as fiercely. Even though he's left her trembling, heart pounding, out of breath.

He keeps her close, holding her tight until it's over; breathing hard against her while she chants his name.

His hand moves from between her legs to curl around her waist, holding her snug against him. He kisses her behind her ear, her jaw, the back of her neck, then bows his head against hers and just works on calming down his breathing and heart rate.

He holds that position and her even after he softens and slips free.

"Good morning," he says at last when he finally has the voice to. They'd kind of skipped the whole 'morning pleasantries' thing when waking up.

Who needs morning pleasantries when you can have mind-blowing sex instead?

"Mmmm. Good morning," she purrs, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "Can we make that a tradition? Because holy fuck, I didn't even know that I could come that hard."

He can hear the little tremble in her voice that's half thrill of asking for something so decadent and half embarrassment for even saying the words out loud. Still, she's turning in his embrace, seeking out his lips as she whispers them. Clearly, kissing away her sins is the only way forward.

He loosens his hold so that she can turn, and presses a kiss to her lips that's accompanied by a low chuckle.

"I have no objections to that."

Of course he's smug. He has every right to be smug. Still, it earns him a playful nip to his lower lip, quickly soothed by another kiss.

"Mmm. Do you have plans for today?"

He has to leave sometime, she knows that. Nights like this don't get to last forever, and today is creeping under the blinds and through the shades, bringing with it case work and conspiracy, corruption and death. He may have stayed the night, but that doesn't mean it's ever going to happen again. After the last year, she'll never take moments like this for granted. She knows how precious they are. That's the first lesson you learn living in Hell's Kitchen.

He hesitates, thinking about the Kitchen.

Last night the city pulled him away from their date, but he didn't stay out on the streets after. He's reluctant to leave the neighborhood unguarded again.

"I can't stay past the evening," he says at last, apology there in his voice. "But for now I'm all yours."

She smiles, nods, tries to keep the disappointment out of her expression. But he is here, now, and that's all that matters.

"So what say, you and I hit the shower, and I make you breakfast, hmm?"

Her hands fret as she talks, combing through his epic bed head and trying to bring it back into some semblance of order. It's really no use, but it keeps her hands occupied.

He hears the disappointment that she can't quite cover and immediately feels guilty for it.

The whisperings start in the back of his mind that try to tell him this is a sign that this won't work out, but he does his best to ignore them. He lets her fuss with his hair and gives her a smile, hoping that his spending time here with her now makes up a little for his having to leave later.

"I think that sounds great."

"Good." She steals another lingering, gentle kiss, letting the moment stretch.

Telling him in her own way that she's not giving up on him. She meant what she said and she'll stand by it.

And she needs him.

As much as that terrifies her, she needs him.

He lifts a hand to cup her cheek, trailing light fingertips over her skin thru the kiss.

It's enough to reassure him and the part of him that was threatening to slip into doubt quiets, leaving him relaxed with her once more.

"Shall we, then?"

She nods, smiling against his lips. She gingerly pulls away and arches her back, letting a full body shivering stretch take her over. A moment later, she's padding towards the bathroom, humming under her breath, swaying her hips as she goes.

"I'll wash your back if you'll wash mine," she singsongs back to him.

"Deal."

He's slow to follow her, one because it's nice to 'watch' her go, his senses giving him quite a nice impression of her as she sashays towards the bathroom, but also because getting up isn't so easy.

He's bruised in places and sore, and if he weren't here he'd probably be spending this morning chewing aspirin and letting the sting of a very hot shower ease the aches.

Joints creak when he pushes up from the mattress and he takes a moment to arch his own back and neck, the sounds of bones popping accompanying the action. Soon enough though he's standing and trailing after her, that smile returning when he joins her in the bathroom.

She turns to watch him follow, and doesn't miss the way he's creaking a bit. And then she hears the crackle of his joints. By the time he gets there, she's opened the medicine cabinet and fished out some painkillers for him. She fills a small glass with water and presses them into his hand.

"Here, you sound like you might need these. It's just aspirin."

Her actions let him know that despite his best efforts he isn't covering his discomfort so well as he'd like and he flashes her a small, chagrined smile.

"Thanks." He accepts the pills and water, tossing them back with a quick swallow then hands the glass back.

The stiffness will work itself out and the aspirin will help, the only thing he's really worried about is more questions.

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