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Everything and Nothing: 15.) Sur la Table
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Im not scared. she lies, and maybe now shes not.
I realize that I could do this for hours, but I doubt shell tolerate that, and if going down gets her excited as it does me, shes probably far too close to the edge. So I force myself to stop my slow leisurely strokes of her body and home in on her erogenous zones. I lift one leg, and rest her foot on the back of my chair, then do the same with the others.
Her eyes are closed, and she is tossing her head back and forth. She only lets herself go so much, but her breath cant lie, and the heaving of her chest tells what gets her off.
I move in her with long strokes, and as I expected, she is sopping wet on my fingers. She tastes like sweat and lust and salt, and the scent of her simultaneously calms me and makes me rage with desire.
I know she’s close when her toes turn white from gripping the chair so hard and her muscles start to spasm. I curl my fingers deep inside her and she writhes. Like that?
Oh, fuckyeah. she says breathily. It turns me on twenty times more than the same declaration would from another woman.
I move just a little deeper, eyes trained on her face as I lick her down. Or do you like that better?
Oh, wow. Um- The first way.
I slide my fingers back to their original position but hold them still, then for a second nuzzle her inner thigh, kissing a random spot there. Then I return to my labors, quickening the pace, and I watch her break in waves like an ocean, back arching as she forces herself down onto me. So beautiful. Come for me, I whisper, I dont know why.
Her taste changes, becomes somehow more sour as her nipples tighten and aureole wrinkle. She undulates and tries to bite back several whimpers and as she comes, biting her lip, forehead wrinkled in ecstasy, I think I have a new mission in life.
After, I lift her, pull her onto my lap. She is feather light, and in her post-orgasmic state she lets me She rests her head on my shoulder, her breathing slowing. My whole kitchen smells like *****. I can feel her wetness seep down onto my legs as she straddles my lap, and it excites me unbelievably.
I gingerly move my hand up her back, feeling I shouldnt touch her that way, but I just cant help myself. She just makes a soft noise in the back of her throat and holds the back of the chair like its her life.
I continue to gently, unobtrusively, I hope, rub her back. She feels so good like this. I notice that the skin of her arm pimples into goosebumps. Good. I want her again, and, miraculously, I need to come again.
Im like a kid unable to keep her hand out of the cookie jar. I reach down and gently stroke the wet hair of her swollen *****, gently teasing. She shivers, and its a full-body event. I linger there, and she doesnt protest. I do this for several minutes until she begins to grind down onto my fingers. The motion of her hips and stomach and ***** turns me on so much that I think I could come right with her.
As her breath quickens again I glance into her eyes and she stares at me, bottomlessly, relentlessly, and it is so intense I need to look away. The trust that shes giving me is enormous, lingering like this, her legs spread on my lap. It doesnt take much, and soon she is jettisoned into a second *****. I keep going, steadily as I can, loving the feeling of her thigh muscles spasming over my legs, and it lasts for several cycles. I stare at her face as she bucks and churns over top of me, and at the end of it she rolls her head forward.
She opens her eyes as the final wave of it hits her, looks into my eyes as it takes her, and that look resonates in my mind every second of every day for the next week. And I can’t say why. Except that ***** is no longer just *****, and right now I can’t remember how it was ever less.
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Y’know, if it weren’t for one thing, this chapter would be the hottest damn thing. Seeing words like ‘cunt’ in the midst of a love scene just snaps me right out of the moment in a very unpleasant way – especially considering this scene is supposed to be a very meaningful one between Darah and Shane. But it’s happened in previous chapters, as well. It’s just way, way, way too harsh a word for this context, I think.
And, darnit, I’ve got chair sex in ch 15 of Parallels. *grump*
Thanks guys.
Lilpink, especially, thank you. I’m sorry you aren’t down with the C-word.
I’ve gotten a lot of crit for using it in the past and choosing to use it was always a tough choice, but I decided to because that’s the way I think of it. I find “pussy” to be prissy, “twat” to be vulgar, “sex” (when used too much) to be cheesy, and “core” to be victorian and euphemistic.
Personally for me the C-word connotates a certain rawness that is sexy. Though it’s a widely used insult, I generally tend to find that more of a reflection of society than inherent in the word itself.
Sorry if the use offended; I’m a big fan of your work and was glad to know you enjoyed it otherwise.
I usually don’t mind the c-word – matter of fact, it’s one of my favorite cuss words ever – in fic, in certain contexts, it can be very effective, but like I said – it clashes really badly with the emotions you’re trying to evoke here, I think.
There’s no need to use euphemisms, though. I mean, I don’t use ‘core’ or ‘twat’ or ‘pussy’ or anything like that in my fics. I do use ‘sex’ but very sparingly. Usually, it doesn’t take much to give people a fairly clear idea of what’s going on without making it all about body parts and anatomy and the semantics of such. Because that’s usually not what the love scenes in Parallels are about, y’know?
i really like the use of the c-word (i feel weird writing it like that but don’t wanna offend anyone). i find it honest and sexy. personally when i read your sex scenes they flow for me and i honestly don’t notice the words you use, whereas with some other fictions on this site i piss myself laughing evertime i get to “love canal” which seems to be extremely popular. yeah so, uhh, just wanted to say there are different ways of writing sex scenes that are not “just sex”, and i like your detail november and the way you wrote this.
Exceptional dialogue writing, and the addition of the rabbit made it so much more real. And the sex really isn’t just sex anymore. Amazing chapter, I’m SURE you had a real good time writing that one.
Wow – amazing chapter – wow – well done.
Can’t remember every having just sex, All loving. that was an excellent chapter. Hope you enjoyed writing it as much as I enjoyed reading it Thanks
i think you are AMAZING…i am looking forward to the next part….
Wow!!! Only just caught this fic and read this chapter and now I’m gonna read all the others… Exceptional writing!
Thank you asrai, that means a lot to me. I mean, when you think of it to describe your own anatomy, it can only be so offensive. I was feeling bad though, so I’m glad to know I didn’t alienate everyone. Thanks for speaking up. :)
no problem. keep it up :) cunt-lovers of the world unite