Lavender Jasmine Brown (inventings) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-03-23 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: seamus finnigan, lavender brown |
[The following section of Lavender's newest book-in-progress (a sequel to Lost Love Found), written in her neat looping handwriting on fresh parchment, are conveniently left out in the apartment for Seamus to find. (Warning: NC17!)]
Bryn lay back against the freshly plumped pillows on the bed. Her reddish-blond hair, unbound and brushed till it shone with red lights, spilled out across the pillows beneath her head. The pale pink silk of her dressing gown clung to her curves, most notably the swell of her belly above which her hands rested as she lay on the bed and waited for her husband. The door opened and he stood there, framed by the light of the flickering fire in the room behind him. Hugh.
She hadn’t wanted to love him, the man whom she’d been told to marry, ordered, truthfully. But she’d fallen for him against her will, tossed into the headlong sea of passion with nothing to cling to, no boat to rescue her. Finding out she was pregnant with his child, their child, had been the thing which had sent her over the edge. She had fled, but he had found her, his lost love.
Now he stood above her where she lay in bed, gazing down at his wife as if seeing her for the first time... and in a way he was. The swell of her belly, the fullness of her breasts, the glow that graced her skin, it was all new to him. “My Bryn,” he murmured, his fingers trailing briefly through her hair. His hand brushed towards, fingers teasing along the curve of her breast, tracing lightly over the swell of her belly.
“Hugh...” There was a needy tone to her voice that Bryn almost did not recognize, it had been so long since she’d heard it. But his simple touch set her body alight and she needed him. To touch her, to caress her, to make her feel beautiful. To love her.
His fingers skimmed up, finding the tie that held her dressing down shut. One gentle tug and the silken nod came undone, one brush of his hands and the two halves fell open. His hand curved around the generous swell of her creamy breast, and as his thumb brushed over her rosy nipple is sprung instantly into a tight, aching bud. She moaned softly, unable to contain the sound.
Eyes on her, Hugh leaned in, capturing the pert nipple between his lips and suckling on it. The sensation elicited a sharper moan from Bryn, her back arching faintly in response. The faint chuckle that Hugh gave seemed to dance over her skin on his warm breath. As he gently teased her nipple with his teeth, his hand slipped up to caress her other breast, sending darts of pleasure through her body. “Please...”
“Please what?” Hugh’s voice was low and rough with desire and he glanced up at her once before his lips began to trail down. He left a line of warm kisses up and over the swell of her pregnant belly and then down towards her center, but before he reached it, he paused and asked again, “Please what, Bryn?”
She whimpered, head tossing lightly from side to side before she murmured, “Love me, Hugh. Please... I need you.”
In response he climbed onto the foot of the bed, gently parting her legs with hands that gripped her thighs. In what seemed like an instant he was bending down, hooking her legs over his shoulders and pressing kisses to her inner thighs. “You are mine,” he murmured, nipping at the sensitive flesh. She opened like a blossoming flower before him and he leaned in to taste her, tongue sliding and flicking over the rosy flesh of her womanhood.
He savored the taste of her, the sweet but musky scent that had been so familiar to him months ago. Oh, he has missed her so much, his impulsive wife who had fled in her fear, only to be found again. He had found her again, and he wouldn’t lose her now. Not ever. And with that thought, his tongue found the tiny sensitive nub and he began to tease her until she was senseless. He brought her to the brink over and over again only to pull back at the last moment, mindless with pleasure and desire. Bryn writhed beneath him, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, curled tendrils of hair clinging to her chest, her breasts. “Please, oh my love, please...”
But instead he pulled back, drawing his shirt off and over his head. He quickly unfastened his trousers, pushing them down enough so that his cock sprung free. Bryn moaned at the sight of it, licking her lips as her hips arched up. She ached to have him within her again, filling her, making her his, reminding her who she belonged with. “Is this what you want, my love?” Hugh gripped her hips as he shifted forward, the head of his manhood sliding through her slick folds. “Is this what you need?”
With a low cry she reached for him, back curving and hips pressing up as she gasped, “Yes. Please, Hugh-” It took no more requests. With one swift movement of his hips, Hugh thrust into his beautiful wife, filling her completely. It had been so long and she was perfectly tight around him, sheathing him in her heat. He settled against her, pressing a kiss to her belly before his hands began to brush over it, caressing it gently, placing no pressure on it but making sure she knew exactly how perfect it was.
And finally, as he felt her adjust to his girth, he began to move. Bryn’s legs wrapped around him as he stroked deeply within her, making her his again. Already brought near to her peak several times before, it didn’t take long before she was coming undone in his arms, her moans and cries filling the room as she climaxed, stars exploding behind her eyes. And yet even before she came down from her peak, Hugh’s arms were around her and he rolled them gently over, her belly cradled between them.
Suddenly she found herself on top, and as she settled astride him she felt him reach even deeper within her. The feeling of him filling her pulled another moan from her lips even as Hugh’s hands settled on her hips. Now it was her turn to take him. With one hand cradling her belly, Bryn rode him, rocking her hips against him, taking every inch of his thick hard length inside her. Her breasts swayed with her movements and her eyes were hazy and unfocused as she watched the man she loved beneath her. He was hers and only hers. Forever.
Hugh’s fingers tensed on her skin as he watched his wife, his beautiful pregnant wife whom he had not seen in months, rocking the both of them to pleasure. She looked more gorgeous than he’d ever seen her, glowing with her pregnancy, her body ripe and lush and perfect. He wanted to make her his over and over again... and as they came together in an explosion of pleasure that rocked them both to their cores, he knew he would do exactly that as many times as he could tonight.