| Subject: The Gift 3/4 - NC17 |
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Date Posted: 20:46:31 04/13/01 Fri
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's message, "The Gift" on 20:39:04 04/13/01 Fri
As the door slammed shut behind them, Madeline pinned Paul against it, using the lapels of his tuxedo for leverage to place a ferocious kiss on his lips. He returned her kiss just as passionately, leaning back against the door to take all her weight on him. She could feel his hands gliding along her waist and hips, finally resting at her buttocks to pull their bodies even closer together.
She sighed softly against his lips as his hand slipped down her buttocks to caress her thigh. Her own arms were wrapped around his neck, stabilising her against the shivers that followed his hands. Releasing her grip, she slid away from him, bringing her hands down once more to the lapels of his jacket. With one final violent kiss, she pulled him away from the door, dragging him towards the staircase behind them.
His hands reached for her as she backed up the stairs, but she continued to wriggle from his grasp; standing just beyond his reach as she climbed. When she reached the top of the staircase, she paused, finally allowing him to catch up and wrap his arms around her.
Madeline smiled, cherishing, for a moment, the feeling of his arms around her; but already her body was wanting more. His one hand stroked her thigh, and she returned the favour, gripping his buttocks to pull his pelvis against hers.
Her gasp of surprise echoed in the stairway as he lifted her off the ground, carrying her the rest of the way to his bedroom cradled in his arms. As he angled through the doorway, he placed a kiss on her forehead, smiling in the darkness and tightening his grip around her.
“Last chance to turn back,” he mocked gently, his words a whispered breath in her ear.
Madeline kicked her shoes to the floor, then shifted slightly in his arms to pull his tie loose. “Not on your life…” she grinned.
Their banter descended once again into silence when he lay her among the pillows of his bed. A strip of moonlight was their only illumination, and Madeline watched Paul through the darkness. He stood by the edge of the bed, quickly removing his clothing. His eyes gleamed in the faint light, a small smile creeping across his lips as he finally came across the bed towards her.
Lifting herself from the pillows she slipped out of her dress, dropping it to the floor by her side. He was next to her when she turned back, his fingertips tracing a path up her thigh and hip. She leaned back against his pillows, shutting her eyes and letting the sensations his hands were creating overwhelm her.
It was all so foreign, to feel his hands stroking her skin, to feel his tongue focusing delicate attention on her breasts. And yet – it was also all too familiar.
In their years apart, Madeline had tried to avoid imagining herself with Paul. She’d known that it would never equal the real thing, that she would only be deceiving herself. And, it just hurt too damned much; believing herself in his arms, and waking up with Charles. She’d tried to avoid it, but had never fully succeeded in excising him from her fantasies.
And now, with his hands caressing her body, with his warmth above hers in the darkness, she knew she’d been right. Her fantasies had been sorely lacking.
Releasing a breath, Madeline moaned softly, shifting unconsciously beneath him . Her movement coincided with the end if his attentions to her breasts, and she opened her eyes, startled by the sudden loss of his warmth. He leaned over her, his body no longer above her, but now beside her; his hand poised to stroke her face. Reaching up her own hand, she ran it across his cheek carefully, before pulling his head down into a fierce kiss.
“Don’t stop now,” she teased, running a finger down his chest. “We’re just getting started.”
“That we are,” he grinned, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. His grin changed to a meek smile as he gazed down at her again, this time brushing back a stray hair from her forehead. “I was merely enjoying the view…”
Shifting again, Madeline turned her body towards his, her hand reaching out to trace a path down his arm. “I can think of another view you might enjoy…” she began, pushing him onto his back, and straddling his chest. “What do you think?” she finished, leaning over to plant a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Exquisite,” he replied, reaching up to grasp her hips. His hands quickly slid down across her thighs, the tips of his thumbs stroking the soft outer skin of her sex. As he increased pressure and depth, her back arched involuntarily, a soft groan escaping her lips.
“Not fair…” she sighed, wanting to alter her position; to regain the upper hand, and yet unable to pull away from his caressing fingers. As another groan threatened to escape her, she covered his hands with her own, clasping his wrists in a silent plea.
His fingers stopped their motion, his hands slipping around her back as he shifted into a sitting position. As she slid her own arms around his neck, his arousal tensed against her, causing a slow smile to spread across her lips.
“Now we’re on equal footing,” she grinned, kissing him tenderly on the lips. Slowly, she lowered herself onto his length, a soft grunt of pleasure escaping her lips as well as his. Steadying herself on his shoulders, she began a slow rhythm , gyrating her hips lightly with each downward motion.
She felt Paul’s hands caressing hips and buttocks, guiding her with ever increasing pressure down onto him. Leaning forward slightly, she allowed their eyes to meet, letting him see her passion as it escalated. His kissed her softly, bringing his hand carefully up her back, his fingers trailing delicately along her skin.
In a swift motion, he rolled them over, still inside her. As she clamped her legs around his hips, he arched over her, plunging deep within. She grunted at the pressure of thrust, laying back against the pillows as his hands kneaded her breasts.
She could feel he was close; his breath coming out in small gasps against her skin, his desperation clear in the force of his thrusts. His hands moved once again, back to her hips and thighs, sliding between their bodies to return to his earlier ministrations. Moaning, she arched her back, allowing him to penetrate even deeper within her.
His release, when it came, caused him to finger her roughly, expediting her own orgasm. He collapsed above her, his warmth permeating her skin, his lips brushing lightly across hers. Sighing deeply as he rolled off her body, Madeline turned towards him, nestling herself in the crook of his arm.
God, she’d missed him.
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