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Date Posted: 20:30:03 02/18/04 Wed
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's message, "PWP" on 20:25:42 02/18/04 Wed
"Danny." The force of her kiss pushed him back against the sofa, her hands pressed against his chest. His heart beat wildly against her hand, and as she pulled away, he smiled.
"Yeah… Okay."
His hands dropped from her face, reaching around to cradle her in his arms. He turned them easily, laying her back against the couch before releasing her, fingers sliding along her ribcage, then up beneath her blouse.
His caress on her bare skin made her squirm slightly, tightening legs that were still draped around him. They pulled him closer, and he shifted awkwardly against her, his body responding to the proximity. When he tried to pull away, she grabbed his shirt. "Daniel."
He ignored her, continuing to slide backwards on the couch, out of the grip of her legs. His hands hadn't left her body, continuing to trace a path along her skin, stopping at the waist of her skirt. With an efficiency that made her gasp, he slid down the zipper at the back, pulling skirt and panties down as he continued his journey along the couch.
CJ bit back a moan as cool air touched her skin, closing her eyes as his touch drifted along her thighs, and down her legs. When she opened them, he was watching her, his eyes intense, burning. Raising herself up, she reached for him, pulling herself back onto his lap, her hand at his belt.
Caught by surprise, he writhed when her hand touched him, his hips lifting off the couch. She rocked backwards, her grip on his waistband the only thing keeping her on his lap until his arm came around her waist.
Eyes closed, his body tense, he pulled her close until she could feel his arousal between them. "Almost lost you there," he chuckled softly, opening his eyes and brushing a hand across her cheek. "Can't have that."
She kissed him then, her hands working between them to undo his pants. She slid back along his legs as she pulled down the zipper, the texture of his jeans on her bared skin causing shivers to run through her.
He raised his hips again, arms entwined about her waist, and she slid the pants down slightly, freeing him from their constraint. His breath caught as her hands touched skin and his arms loosened, hands coming down to cup her buttocks.
"CJ." He nuzzled her neck as he lifted her; soft lips cooling skin, rough beard heating it once more. She moaned, trying not to squirm and unsettle them. She didn't want to lose the moment, didn't…
Oh god…
She gasped when he entered her, her back arching. He leaned forward, anticipating her movement, and pulled her back, holding her against his chest. They rocked for a moment, the feel of him against her, and inside her, causing spots to dance in front of her eyes. Never in her darkest fantasies had she imagined he would affect her this way.
It was a lifetime before she was able to move, before she was willing to pull away from the warmth of his arms. But when she did, she was rewarded. His hands found their way under her blouse, tracing her ribcage with tentative fingers. As she began her rhythm above him, his goal changed, her blouse becoming an impediment to his devotion to her breasts.
He worked the buttons easily, once more surprising her with his efficiency, and her blouse fell open, leaving only the flimsy lace of her bra between his mouth and her breast. And for once, she was thankful for flimsy lace.
The scratch of his beard and the moisture of his mouth even through the lace sent shots of electricity through her, and she gasped, feeling her rhythm falter. He caught her once more, one arm around her waist, and the other cradling her torso, riding out her hesitation with his own movements.
Her recovery was slow, her body quivering as he took her other breast in his mouth, bringing one hand around to tease the first. When a small moan escaped her, she felt him shudder as well; a momentary pause accompanied by a laboured gasp.
"Danny."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but he raised his head, reaching out with one hand to pull her into a kiss. She felt it echo through her, leaving her breathless, her body tingling. Tightening his arm around her, he pulled her still closer, their bodies now working in tandem.
Their motions became instinctual as they moved together, time passing in a series of ragged breaths and truncated moans. With her hands on his chest, she felt, rather than heard him gasp; the quiver of his body beneath hers sending her over the edge as well.
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