Bringing back hot coffee [rp for lapsedsaint]

[aesthetic_mojo]

It should have been a simple excursion. John looked too good sleeping to wake him just because Charlotte felt like moving around, so she left him and went out to find the nearest coffee shop. She could get her exercise, see his neighborhood some more and bring him back a treat. A note explaining went on her pillow and she took his keys with her.

Less than three blocks from the house an immense man stepped out of a parked luxury sedan. Charlotte had never seen him before but she knew the type. He was hired muscle of the worst kind. With a word he would kill, torture or merely kidnap without questioning the motives of his employer. And with absolutely no finesse, which was a small comfort.

Only when he stepped closer did she realize something else about him. He belonged to her father. Something in his features was similar enough to the man who had accompanied him through her childhood. That made the goon distant family. Even better. Without looking at the car, she continued walking, fully intending to walk around the man. If they meant to grab her, they would never have given her warning.

As she drew even with him, the man spoke in an elephantine rumble. "Mr. Blaine wants a word."

She glanced up at him. "No is a word. He can have that one."

He stepped in front of her and indicated the open car door. She finally looked over at the car, just for a moment, then back up at the goon. "I'm not getting in there." For another moment, even more brief, she crackled with energy her father would have been able to feel behind the steel. "Anything I had to say to him, I said twenty years ago, so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get coffee."

She didn't need to hear it to know an order'd been given. She was allowed to walk away unmolested and she heard the car drive away before she'd gone a block. Another block down she found excellent coffee. Only after she got a full cup in her and her hands stopped shaking did she buy pastries and fresh coffee to take to John.

She took a different route back to the house, carefully putting away John's keys before going to look for him.

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[aesthetic_mojo]

She groaned. "Always conditions with you, I swear." She teased him with her complaints as she shifted away to strip and lay herself down for him. "No voodoo, no saints, let you steal the blankets...." By the time she was on her back with her hands over her head, she was making things up. "Only stir your coffee clockwise..."

[lapsedsaint]

He laughed as she moved. He would not be teased like that without consequences. Once she was on her back, he shifted to kneel next to her.

He ran a hand over her belly, then down her thigh, urging her to bend her leg at the knee. He moved, getting more between her legs before leaning over her. His hand went to her navel, then down to part her lips.

He glanced at her a moment, bent over and ran his tongue over her clit with a groan at the taste.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She kept her hands up to keep from grabbing for his head. He still hadn't healed enough for her to feel comfortable doing that. The rest of her, though, moved plenty. She twisted to follow his hands and when she finally felt his tongue pressed her ass into the bed rather than slam into him.

"Yes, yes." She whimpered the words. "More, please, please."

[lapsedsaint]

He smiled against her, then gave her another, slow lick. If she ever asked him, he wasn't sure if he could admit to the fact that he's learned what he knew about providing oral sex from porn films watched in the middle of the night, ten years ago. He just hoped he was doing it right.

The next lick was slower as he laid himself down on the bed. He spread his fingers a little more, opening her up so he could get the flat of his tongue against her.

[aesthetic_mojo]

She rocked her hips so slowly her legs shook with the strain of it. If he was going to tease her so relentlessly the least he could do was give her his fingers. She couldn't say that, though. All she could do was keen softly and clutch hard at the pillow above her.

That, and make herself a promise to abuse him as badly the next time she had his cock in her mouth.

[lapsedsaint]

He continued to lap at her, like a pet with a bowl of water, drinking her in. He kept her open, giving him as much free room as possible to taste her. Now that he was down there, he was in no hurry to move, to come up. He was enjoying himself.

[aesthetic_mojo]

When she could bring herself to look down at him, she saw she wasn't the only one excited by what he did. She couldn't watch for long before her belly tightened and she bucked into him, forcing her to look away again.

It got harder and harder not to move. Finally she whimpered his name. "Need your fingers. Something. Inside me, please."

[lapsedsaint]

He brought one hand up and slowly pressed a finger inside her. When the digit started to move, he pressed his lips to her clit and sucked hard at her. He groaned roughly as he felt the button of flesh stiffen further.

The finger inside her flashed cold for a moment, his eyes closed.

[aesthetic_mojo]

The burst of cold sent her straight to the edge and over it before she realized what was happening. Her hands still clenching the pillow over her head didn't keep her from grabbing the back of his neck and keeping him against her as she bucked into him. Her pussy seemed to drag his finger deeper inside her as she cried out.

[lapsedsaint]

He didn't fight her holding him against her. He went with it, his tongue slashing against her clit. He managed to work a second finger inside her, pressing up steadily against her. He whimpered through her climax.

[aesthetic_mojo]

The strongest pulses faded, but as long as he moved his fingers the smaller tremors didn't. The phantom hands on his neck became nails on his shoulder and upper back. She said his name again, this time as a low, desperate moan. "Killing me."

[lapsedsaint]

He had to fight his initial urge to stop at her statement. She didn't mean literally. He did glance up at her, though, his tongue easing off as his fingers kept moving.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It wasn't enough to give her the break she needed to catch her breath. She kept arching toward him, pressing against his mouth and forcing his fingers deeper. It wasn't going to be long before she was begging him again. "Perfect. Fuck, should have known. You kiss so well."

[lapsedsaint]

He smiled, then buried his face against her. His fingers started moving faster. His lips sucked and pulled at her, teeth grazing sensitive flesh. His moan was muffles against her flesh.

[aesthetic_mojo]

When she came the second time she clawed at him. One leg hooked around his back to keep him still and she raked invisible nails over him hard enough to leave vivid marks. Her hips came up off the bed with every shuddering contraction, slamming into his face. Feeling his teeth only made the sensations stronger. If she'd had more of a break between, the second climax might not have been so strong, might not have left her screaming like a wild woman.

She finally sagged to the bed, whimpering and shaking. "Please."

[lapsedsaint]

He lifted his head slowly, his mouth and chin slick with her juices. He gave her a smile, then slid up her body and settled atop her. He gave her a soft kiss, licking at her lips.

[aesthetic_mojo]

It took work to release the pillow so she could wrap her arms around him. Her leg was still curved over him, just resting on his ass after his move. Unconcerned about being able to taste herself, she pressed into the kiss, whimpering. "Any time you want-- Fuck. You're amazing."

[lapsedsaint]

He rested his forehead against hers and smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed that." He gave her another kiss and pressed his hips against hers, now teasing her. "I enjoyed it. Very much."

[aesthetic_mojo]

She groaned. "You like me loosing complete control? Good to know." She bucked into him. "Why do I always feel like I'm corrupting you when you make me feel this good?"

[lapsedsaint]

He smiled against her lips as he shifted and entered her. "Because you are. I was celibate." He kissed her slowly as he started to move.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"Oh, damn, I am going to Hell." She used her leg to pull herself tightly against him with each stroke. "Love how you feel inside me."

She closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and moaned thickly. He felt different inside her after she'd come so hard. "I should make the most of it. Teach you all sorts of things."

[lapsedsaint]

"And what would you teach me?" He whispered the question against her neck as he ground against her. His thrusts were unhurried, for now, as he enjoyed the way her muscles tightened around him.

[aesthetic_mojo]

"I have a few toys back at the flat that I never unpacked. I could show you those." Her first answer was mostly tease. The only real reason she'd show him was to watch his eyes bug out. Her next answer made her dig her nails into his back. "I could show you just how strong I am. How much I can take."

[lapsedsaint]

He groaned and drove into her for a few strokes. She knew what her nails did to him, he'd already shown her. Now it was her turn. "Show me."

[aesthetic_mojo]

Nails raked down his back and dug into his ass. She couldn't think for a moment after that as she enjoyed his reaction. Then she got her breath back and nodded. "Better the other way for this." She licked her lips to whisper, "With you behind me. So much easier for you to reach."