Epithymy Who: Will and Sloane Where: The Stone Home When: Evening
A night in with a movie had sounded like a good idea, perfectly innocent, just the two of them and a movie. Besides the fact that the Bond movie Quantum of Solace was all around action and adrenaline movie, a night on the couch with Sloane with his arm around her and her leaning against him? It made the movie that much better. She was distracting him, not on purpose from what he could tell, but just by being so close to him and smelling so good. Will couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was, that she was wearing, besides that it was what she usually wore. Something soft and still musky, with something that smelled like those white flowers whose name he couldn't remember.
James Bond's antics on screen were mostly forgotten, as Will's arm was around her waist and she was in such close proximity.
It sounded harmless, a movie at Will's place. Sloane had done movie night a hundred times, but that was with Raina and not Will, whose large body she was leaning against at the moment. She was completely aware of his every muscle she was pressing her body against and tried hard to focus on the movie, but failed. James Bond couldn't hold her attention this time as his arm wound around her waist. Sloane swallowed and took a deep breath, turning slightly to look at him, she gave him a small smile and then leaned in, kissing him lightly. Now that they'd finally kissed, Sloane enjoyed doing it whenever she could.
Daniel Craig played out his story on the television screen, but he might as well have been shown to an empty room, for all the attention now devoted to him. Will was far more interested in kissing Sloane, liking the fact that he could now actually kiss her instead of just wondering what her mouth would feel like under his. He tilted his head for a better angle, twisting his body towards her so that he could meet her halfway on the lean in, wanting to deepen the kiss. The fingers of one hand cupped her jaw, breathing her in as his other hand outlined the dip of her waist in a caress.
It wasn't exactly rushing into a physical relationship, given the fact that he'd been wanting to this more or less for twelve years. Since the days when she'd been hiding behind her books and he'd been jumping between one sports jersey and another.
Her heart picked up speed as he moved into the kiss and Sloane readjusted her position too, tempted to straddle his lap. Instead she opted for placing her hands on his chest and sliding them up slowly to link her fingers behind his neck. For years she'd wondered what his lips felt like, what he tasted like and now that she could do this freely, that mere thought of it turned her on. Their story was years in the making and it was almost a relief to kiss him, to feel their bodies touching, even if it was through the fabric of their clothes. Her body reacted to his touch, pushing itself into his touch with a soft, almost inaudible gasp. After their first date and the dream that haunted her that night, Sloane always seemed to be more or less excited at the idea of being near Will.
Deepening the kiss so that he could slowly investigate the contours of her mouth, as if memorizing after wondering for what felt like forever, Will was more than happy to move closer to her. It wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but as he could sense the jump in her reaction to him, he didn't wonder or worry about anything but touching more of her. Of continuing to kiss her. Of his caress moving over the fabric of her dress, over her hip and down to the bottom hem of her outfit, so that his hand could finally make contact with warm skin. Against his own hotter than normal skin, Sloane felt cool, but calmingly cool, not disturbingly so.
When Will's hand slid down to the hem of her dress, Sloane made a small noise of approval as the warmth of his hand finally made contact with her skin, so much warmer than any other man she'd been with. Her hand cupped the back of his neck, the other tugging at the collar of his shirt, pulling him down on to her. If this was going the way she hoped it would, Sloane could already feel the excitement he caused between her thighs and giggled at the thought. "Sorry," she whispered, breaking the kiss and looking at him so close to her. "It's not you, I just kind of can't believe this is happening."
With her small hands directing him over her, as she laid back on the long couch, Will moved until he was holding himself up over her, at least enough to keep his weight off of her. The scent of her arousal was heady and nearly drugging, only momentarily interrupted by her giggling into the kiss. "What?" It took a second for his brain to kick even into its usual level, and then he nodded, before answering in as level a tone as he could imagine when he was pulling back the fact that his lower body was getting a good deal of his blood supply just then. "I know, it's kinda of...out there. But in a good way," he amended his statement. He'd wanted this for a long time, even with the intervening years between them.
Sloane giggled again at his words and then resumed kissing him, missing the feel of his soft lips on hers and his tongue exploring her mouth. "Totally out there." she mumbled between another kiss, smiling into his mouth. She wrapped one arm around his neck, the other exploring the planes of his body and raised her legs, letting him lay his body between them. Everywhere his clothed body touched hers, set the skin underneath it on fire and all Sloane wanted then was to get them off. Everything felt so constricting now, especially the way she wanted to move with his body, she too had been waiting a long time for this, had always thought about it in an off hand sort of way. Now that she was so close, Sloane's head wanted to take this slow, to experience it and feel every bit if it, her body on the other hand, was aching for his in a way she'd never felt for another.
As he moved to settle in between her thighs, Sloane's dress slid up her legs, and one of Will's hands was happy to stroke over the length of exposed skin from the back of her knee up to nearly the bottom of the waistband of her underwear. The jeans he wore were constraining with each touch and kiss of her only making him tighten a notch further, something she was sure to feel as he pressed against her lightly. There was that urge to press more firmly there, at the apex of her thighs, but he held back as his mouth moved away from hers to trail to her throat. Each touch of his hand was meant to map out her body, each kiss to ingrain her taste in his mind. This had been a fantasy of his for quite a long time, although he had hardly been about to admit to her in high school that he thought about her stripped bare and in his bed when he had been alone.
Her face screwed up in pleasure as she kissed him and let his hand slide up her leg, Sloane let out a small moan. She knew this was happening, the hard feel of him between them, but it was still surreal and Sloane panted heavily as his mouth moved from hers down to her neck, swallowing hard she blinked trying to wrap her mind around it. She moved her hands down his body, lifting the hem of his shirt up and letting the skin of her hands touch the burning skin of his stomach and chest. This was the kind of thing Sloane thought about in high school and even later years, their bodies touching and the thick cloud of arousal smothering them both. Sloane could feel in the way he kissed her and touched her that he wanted this as much as she did, had thought about it before and was done trying to pretend to be just friends.
The skin at her throat was creamy and soft under his lips and tongue, her pulse pounding beneath her skin, Will's mouth leaving lingering kisses against the curve along the underside of her throat. With her smaller hands tracing up under the cover of his shirt, leaving a path of cooler touches, drawing a low moan from him at the difference of temperature, as much as from the fact that not only was he being touched by soft hands, but that it was Sloane who was touching him. They had held back for so long, at least he for the fact that it had seemed better to at least have a friendship with her than nothing at all, but now they weren't constrained from the possibility of having far more. Having what they actually wanted.
Right then, Will wanted more of this. More of her. Wanted complete skin to skin contact, to touch and kiss and move within her like he'd been thinking about for far too long.
His kisses left burning trails across Sloane's skin that made her moan, low and full of desire. This wasn't just anybody setting her body on fire, this was Will, the boy she fell for at 14, the one she still held fantasies for. Sloane tugged at his shirt, wanting to pull it up and over his head. All the doubt that wanted to stop Sloane from letting him explore her body more, built up inside her, after all this wasn't just anyone. "Will?" she whispered, not wanting him to stop but some part of her wanted to make sure this wasn't just a passing fancy. Although she knew Will would never be capable of that sort of thing, she needed to know. Maybe this was her own doubt. "Will?" she asked again between heavy pants. "A-are you sure about this?"
When hands began pulling up his shirt, Will helped her strip it away, and tossed it aside. It stopped what he had been doing, but not for long, as he was quite reluctant to stop touching her just then. The moment he was free from the soft cotton of his tee shirt, his hand went back to lightly stroking over the outside of one of her thighs, and his lips went back to her skin. Hearing the unsure note in Sloane's voice, with the repetition of his name, he stopped mid action of pressing a kiss just above her collarbone and picked up his head to look at her. His answer was immediate, with his tone nothing but honest. "I'm sure," and while he was conscious of the fact that he was not only shirtless but cradled between her thighs, he pulled back at least to ask her, "Are you?"
Everything about him against her felt so good and the momentary doubt that had stopped her melted away as soon as he opened his mouth. "Of course, I just wanted to know if... I don't know what I wanted know." Why she stopped him and why there was ever any doubt confused Sloane, she wanted this, wanted him, more then anything else. Looking at him, that sweet gentleness that seemed to radiate from every inch of his body, Sloane moved in and kissed him, slowly at first and then more hungrily. Her body moved almost involuntarily into his, her hands explored his chest and back, trying to memorize every contour she felt. Will's mouth on hers and his hand against her leg sent goosebumps across her skin. "I'm sorry, sometimes my mind goes a mile a minute." she added, breaking the kiss once again.
Equally confused, with a spark of worry, Will's thoughts easily melted away as she kissed him again. He didn't know what she had wanted to know exactly, but he was quite happy to be kissing and touching her now that he was given the chance. On the surface, he'd done this quite a few times, but this seemed more meaningful. Because, even when he had been dating some such girl or woman in the meantime, and he had cared for each one in their own different way, it hadn't meant quite the same as it did now. Sloane's cool hands molding over his pectorals, over his back, her soft lips under his, and her body beneath his, this was more. The hand on her leg slid up further, cupping the curve of her buttock under her dress, encountering both thin lace and soft cotton. "It's okay," he could not help the way she was affecting him, in taste, sound, smell and touch, the main effect was pressed lightly against her, although he held himself still from rocking against her. "D'you want to head to...go to bed?"
What she had been thinking or feeling was lost now, the only thing that mattered was his body against hers and the swell of desire that he caused deep within her. Her heart was thumping in her chest and the way his hand moved down her leg to gently cup her ass, made her moisten where his excitement lay between them. Although she too had done this plenty of times, with guys she had cared about in different ways, this was Will, who wasn't just anyone. At least not to her, he never had just been another guy and the way he touched her and made her moan was something completely different then just physical pleasure. Readjusting herself, Sloane pushed against him, feeling the full extent of what she was doing to him, she took a sharp breath and swallowed hard. She nodded at his question and kissed him again her breath hitching in her throat.
It was crackling in the air around them almost, the shared arousal, little jumps and bursts played on them by increased touch. Perhaps it should have been strange because they'd been friends for a long time, but because of the fact that it had always been accompanied by at least some level of attraction and lust, it just didn't. There was a murmured gasp pulled from him when she pushed back against his lower body, and he could swear he felt the burning heat there, even through the various layers of clothing between them. It was with ginger care, once he, reluctantly broke the kiss after several long moments, that Will pulled away from her and got to his feet beside the couch. He held out a hand to her to help her up, trying to focus on something besides how inviting she looked, still lying down with her dress having been pushed and fallen up her legs until the very bottom of her underwear was exposed.
Her hand shook slightly as she reached out to grasp his large, slightly calloused one and let him lead her to his bedroom. Sloane stood in front of Will, she took in a shaky breath and started unzipping her dress, letting it pool at her feet. She moved her body closer to his and on tippy toes reached up to kiss him again, laying her hands flat against his chest. This was something she'd thought about, naked in Will's bedroom. Maybe not actively, but it was definitely something that she had wanted for a long time and now she was here. They were definitely wearing way too much clothing. Sliding her hands down to the hem of his jeans, Sloane lightly started undoing them, pushing them out of the way and backing toward the bed, tugging Will gently along with her.
Their fingers intertwined, Will led her towards his room, closing the door behind them as soon as they were inside. In just those lace edged yellow and plaid underwear and a matching bra, there was so much softly curving pale flesh on display to look at, to touch in a few moments. A step towards her when she leant up, and Will dipped his head to kiss her in return, liking the way her mouth tasted on his lips. Admittedly, Sloane in his room, down to her underwear and in far less, had graced more than one fantasy of his over the years. Both sleeping fantasies and ones that were most decidedly when he was awake, and he was more than willing to take advantage of it finally being a reality. As his zipper lowered under her attentions, Will hissed lowly with the small measure of relief at no longer being so tightly held back, carefully pushing his pants down and off completely, stepping out of them as he followed her towards the open expanse of his bed.
His chest was broad and there was something about the feel of his skin under her hand that Sloane liked. Finally able to look at his body without clothes on, to undo his pants and hear his heavy breathing and the way his arousal pushed against her body. Through the fabric of his underwear Sloane could see and feel that her dream about him wasn't far off and she smiled against his mouth at the thought. Her dream was becoming a reality and the anticipation was killing her, but she wanted to enjoy this, hopefully there would be other times for them to rush through this. Not now, she wanted this to last. Before laying herself down on his bed, Sloane reached behind herself and slowly undid her bra, looking at him through her eyelashes as she let it fall to the ground, a light blush on her cheeks. This would be the first time he'd see her naked, the first time he'd cup her breast without fabric in between his rough hands and her porcelain skin.
Will's entire body was tight with anticipation, his hand momentarily lighting upon her upper arms as his tongue slipped past the smile on her lips for a leisurely exploration of her mouth again, sure he was not going to get tired of it in any time he could imagine. When she pulled slowly away, he watched with brown eyes gone nearly alien black as her nimble fingers shed her smaller body of her bra. It was a nice bra, very nice, but what lay underneath was much, much nicer. Creamy and pale skin, topped with pale pink nipples, and his gaze lingered on the curves of her breasts, deciding she was even better in reality than what his mind had dreamed up. Both as a teenager and as an adult. Sloane lay back on his bed, and he was forced to swallow heavily at the sight before following her onto the bed. His path up over her body was marked with trailing hands, and a very fascinated expression as he took in every inch he could see, up close and personal.
Her skin was almost too soft to be real, and before he made it up to her mouth again, he pressed a kiss between her breasts to see if it felt as soft beneath his lips as her skin looked. Will leaned beside her, as one of his hands covered her left breast, the action just shy of reverent. Long fingers stroked across the surface of the rise of her breast, kneading lightly for a moment before the pad of his thumb ran over her nipple, teasing it into pebbling.
It was with only a little shyness that she let her bra fall from her shoulders, she loved the way his eyes took her in, it was the first time that she truly enjoyed watching the desire in a man's eyes as he looked her over. She had wanted to see him look at her like that for a very, very long time and it made her stomach do a little flip as his hands left a burning trail up her body. Sloane giggled as he looked at her body with fascination feeling embarrassed at such a close inspection and even though she had gotten over it a long time ago, she felt a little self-conscious about the large scar that ran down from her back to her right side. A reminder of a horrible day that changed her and her family forever. It didn't seem to bother him much, if at all and she looked at him with darkened eyes as he placed a kiss between her breasts. As he touched her gently, raising the sensitive flesh of her nipple, Sloane laid open mouthed kisses along his neck and moaned quietly against his skin. She turned her body slightly toward his and let her hands travel the vast expanse of his body, the warmth unusual and alluring. She had never wanted one man so much.
She giggled beneath him, making Will smile against her skin as he moved up to the side of her throat. One of his hands easily covered a rounded breast, cupping the mound to squeeze and massage in turns. He would've been lying if he hadn't considered this before, sliding his hands over her while she was able to do the same. Will rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger before he, almost reluctantly, moved on, shaping his hand to the dip of her waist as he moved his fingers downward. His touches were investigative, smooth strokes as they moved across her skin, as his fingers found the long, curved line of her scar. There was no faltering in his touch there, as he traced the scar from end to end, leaning in for another kiss.
The way his hands explored her body, sent little shivers up her spine and only served to heighten her arousal and she let out a little whimper as he toyed with her nipple. The embarrassment she felt about her scar fell away as he traced it from end to end, still looking at her body with fascination. She wondered how much and how long he had wanted this, as much as she had? Sloane kissed him back, letting her tongue explore his mouth as her hands touched anything within reach, slipping one hand into his hair and letting her fingers rake through it. Just like in her dream, his hair was soft and she smiled into his mouth again knowing that she wouldn't need the dream anymore, not after tonight. She could feel the ache between her legs and the tingly feeling his hands on her body created.
This was, hopefully, only the beginning of the new, and very much wanted, turn to their relationship. It had seemed ridiculously daunting to move beyond their friendship that had lasted since high school, for how simple it had turned out to be. There had been the understandable hiccup, of the fact that he had been bitten in college and hadn't told her until very recently, but they'd even weathered that. His mind was far from worrying about full moons, or simply being her friend, but instead on her lips and tongue, on her nearly bare body under his hands. A moan was pressed into the kiss as Sloane's much smaller, softer hands drifted across his body, into his hair. When she smiled, Will began trailing down from her mouth again, tasting the underside of her throat and her jaw, moving over her upper chest and very nearly skirting both her breasts entirely. Of course, he couldn't resist entirely and he pressed open mouthed and tasting kisses up the side of one breast before taking her nipple into his mouth.
It was almost laughable at how nervous they both were to take this step, but now that they had it seemed so natural and Sloane was a little embarrassed that it took her this long to finally make a move. That didn't matter now, not with his hand on her breast and hers tangled in his hair and the very fact that they were both lying almost completely naked in his bed. When Will told her what he was, she was surprised but found that it didn't bother her, because she'd take Will no matter what. The fact that he even told her was a huge sign of his trust and that he did it before they had sex was sweet and thoughtful. His kisses left a flaming trail down to her breast and as his mouth covered the pink flesh, she let out long gasped moan, her eyes fluttering shut. Her senses were in overload; his touch, taste, sound and smell, everything was Will and it drove her own arousal higher. She couldn't imagine the scent she was giving off, couldn't imagine how she must have been driving him crazy.
The thought of going this next step without telling her hadn't been one that had settled well with Will. Not with her. Naturally he'd had other bedmates in the last eight years since he'd been bitten, quite a few, but she wasn't just another girlfriend. She was Sloane. Remembering talking to Ben about it beforehand, remembering the nervousness when he'd stopped their kissing, before, to pull away to tell her, it made what they were doing now far more real, in a way. Although the drugging of his senses on her smell and taste was nearly overwhelming to Will, more than any other senses, and it immediately turned up his own fervor another notch higher, and his cock tightening nearly painfully with each steady beat of his heart.
He drew the very tip of her breast into his mouth with his tongue, drawing a circle around the puckered flesh once before sucking strongly against her. The hand that had previously cupped her breast now slid down over her hip, and traced lightly over her flat belly before reaching the top lace of her underwear. Fingertips dipping beneath the hem, he slowly dragged the fabric downwards and away.
If Sloane had to count the hours she'd dreamed of being Will's girlfriend, she'd probably go insane. Not just a novel idea or word but something that she liked the sound of, she'd been 'girlfriend' to other men, but with Will the word held more meaning. When he told her, though she was surprised, Sloane was a little more interested in how it had happened and asked a wide array of questions. Now though, she was more interested in the mouth that lay on her breast and the hand that danced across her stomach getting closer and closer to her slick warmth. As Will slipped his fingers below the hem of her underwear, she let out another gasped whimper, the muscles of her stomach tightening in anticipation. "Will," she let his name slip from her mouth, full of want and desire.
Telling her about how he had gotten bitten, all the way back in his sophomore year of high school, that had been slightly embarrassing to admit he'd been more than a little drunk and hopping over a back fence with Ben after those blonde twins' father had come home unexpectedly early. When he'd been attacked, that was, leaving the scar on one of his calves of the Beast's teethmarks.
Will's concentration was solely focused on his lips releasing her now ruby tipped nipple, moving downwards over her stomach to follow the path his fingers had taken, as he finished stripping away her underwear and immediately forgot about the colorful bit of fabric as he let it fall off to the side. Fingers traipsing through soft brown curls, Will mouthed a spot on her lower belly, just to the side of her navel, while his thumb found her clit. Gently, he nudged her so that she was completely on her back again, moving to slide his body between her thighs and pressing her knees far enough apart to accommodate his broad frame. With the very tips of his fingers, he traced her swollen lips, so softly it was nearly not touching her at all.
Her face flushed and her body practically shaking with what was to come, Sloane let him settle between her legs and moaned loudly as he rubbed at the sensitive mound between her thighs. Her body reacted as he touched her so lightly it could hardly be called a touch and the muscles in her legs and abdomen twitched with pleasure as her eyes fell shut one more. With a whimper, she thrust her body down and into his, trying to get more of what he'd just done. Sloane let her hands travel her own body now, panting lightly as she pulled at her own nipples. She propped herself up in her elbows and looked at Will between her legs with darkened eyes, she swallowed once and watched as he continued to touch her so intimately. Figures he'd be the guy who likes going down on a woman when it took her 12 years to get to this point.
His cheek rubbed against the delicate skin at the inside of one thigh, when he dipped his head, breathing out a heated rush of air over her. A finger that had just been barely skimming across slick flesh moved more purposefully in tracing one side of her and then the other, his thumb rubbing once across the pulsing bundle that was her clit. Just a pass of slightly roughened skin across something so sensitive, before Will looked up at Sloane to meet her eyes with his own, warm maple pushed back into just a fine lining of color around blown out pupils. A flick downwards of his eyes and he leaned forward to open his mouth to run the tip of his tongue along the inside shell that framed the dampness at the apex of her thighs. The next swipe of his tongue was just as slow and leisurely, nearly like catching a droplet of melted ice cream trailing down a scoop of his favorite flavor.
Sloane shook with each touch, shivering against the feel of him on so sensitive a place. This may not have been her first time, but it sure as hell felt like it as she let her head fall back when he ran his tongue against her, another involuntary shiver and moan followed quickly. Her moans were louder now and her hands grasped at the bedspread as Will's tongue made contact with her again. "Yes... m-more." she groaned out, her eyes still closed. As much as her head wanted to take this slow her body wasn't exactly on the same page, it ached for more, for Will and she bit down on her lip to try stifle the intense lust that coursed through her. Sloane's entire body was tensed with pleasure and she wanted more of it. "Please." she said on a sigh, breathy and laced with desperation.
Again his tongue moved against her, this time to the opposite side, his breath fanning out slowly over very exposed and intimate flesh. One of his hands skimmed over her right thigh, while his left had his thumb running over her clit on the occasional beat, before it slid down and in between her thighs to slowly dip one finger inside her. His tongue detailed the incredibly soft and moist folds, not entirely with any kind of predictability, moving upwards to tease the pearl of her clit, almost as if he was drawing some secret design against her. One thick finger had pressed entirely inside her, pulling from her slowly, only to inch back in. A second finger joined the first, curling into her in achingly slow movements that sharply contradicted the urges that clung to him to climb up her body and ease himself inside her completely. Slide into her until he was filling her as fully as he could, until she clung and it nearly hurt to be within her any longer.
Her arms unable to hold herself up any longer, Sloane let herself drop to the bed, hands automatically going to rake down her thighs as his tongue continued to explore her folds. She arched her back against his touch before curling herself up to watch as he slipped one finger into her slick channel. Letting out a low, long moan that ended with his name and her dropping her head to bed again, as he slowly pushed inside her, his tongue still working on her clit. Her face was burning, not from embarrassment but from the sheer pleasure Will was causing her. As he added another finger, stretching her out just a little, Sloane muttered her approval with a few curse words and arched her back again. "Faster, more..." she moaned, adding a desperate, "Please." The teasingly slow way he was moving in and out of her, had Sloane screwing her eyes shut, trying desperately to move against his fingers. Returning her hands to her breasts, she rolled her nipples between her fingers, cupping them as sparks appeared behind her eyes.
The words she muttered and his name on her lips encouraging him, Will moved up to close his lips around her clit, laving his tongue across its surface. Sloane's body was rocking against his hand, enough to urge him to indeed move faster, his fingers pumping into the her tight depths. This wasn't just sex for him, not simply giving her pleasure to make her body shiver and her moan beneath him. This was Sloane that he was touching and tasting. Sloane who was arching under his hands and mouth, Sloane whose body was deliciously responsive as she stretched around even his fingers, who was touching herself to heighten her own pleasure while in his bed. His right hand moved up the her leg, her skin satin to his touch, until he slipped a hand beneath her to lift her hips up, to tilt her up to him for greater access as he continued his ministrations.
Nothing could compare to this, at least not now and not in Sloane's mind. She was so conscious of that fact that it was Will between her legs, Will licking her so intimately, Will making her body shake with what was sure to be an amazing orgasm, that it only served to make her even more aroused. This was something she had wanted for a while, not just sex but an intimacy between them that was far beyond sex or pleasure. Her moans now were panted and loud, little whimpers when he hit the right spot and his name sprinkled in liberally because now that she could cry his name in bed, Sloane was going to do it as much as she could. The familiar spark of new heat started pooling in her abdomen and Sloane knew that she was close to shaking apart under his fingers.
Each and every reaction drawn from her body and lips had Will intensifying his actions, slowly sucking on the raised nub of her clit, his fingers sliding into her very wet, and very hot center. The smell of her arousal was near-drugging, and he was getting drunk off of it, wanting more of it, along with the sweet taste of her on his tongue. His own hips rocked lightly against the bed beneath him, trying to ease a little of the intense desire for pressure and friction, as his hand on her hip tightened. A curling of his fingers gained an extremely positive reaction, so he did it again, and again. And finally again.
"Yes! Right there," She whimpered loudly as he curled his fingers against her, hitting that internal spot over and over. Sloane's hand slid down her body and into Will's hair, gently pulling him closer to her. The way his soft tongue moved over her and the feel of his fingers deep inside her warmth sent goosebumps across her skin and she arched her back against them, still rocking her hips into his hand. As the heat built up and finally erupted, Sloane cried out her orgasm with a mixture of Will's name and various curse words, her legs trying desperately to close as he continued pushing his fingers inside of her wetness.
The tips of his fingers found that difference of texture within her, along the slick velvet of her intimate walls, and he pressed there on the upstroke of his fingers. Sloane was hot and honeyed on his tongue as the sounds of her whimpers and cries filled his ears, as he coaxed her to fruition with fingers and tongue. While she tried, instinctively, to shut herself away from his attentions, his shoulders blocked her thighs and knees from squeezing together. Towards the end of the clenching of her around his fingers, Will moved his head downward to replace his fingers with his tongue, treating her to slow swipes of his tongue, sliding within her and flattening out. He only stilled his efforts when she completely came down, lifting his head to look up and over her bare, flushed and trembling body.
As he continued to treat her to licks and swipes of his tongue, Sloane's orgasm took longer to slow and she came again, this one smaller but still carrying out the effects. Breathing hard, she brought her hands to scrub at her face and then to push the hair at her face back. Her body still twitching and shaking, Sloane breathed out to try calm herself. "Wow," she said with a muffled kind of laugh, her eyes half closed still experiencing the dying embers of her orgasm. Sloane propped herself up on her elbows to give Will a satisfied smile. It was getting less and less strange that she was in Will's bed recovering from an amazing orgasm and more exciting that this was actually happening. That there would be more of this between them and it didn't need to be rushed.
After licking off the traces of her moisture off his fingers, Will grinned back at Sloane, even in the thick cloud of lust and arousal that his head was swimming in, he was just as much glad to be with her. That this case of being with her involved pleasuring her with his mouth until she broke into a thousand tiny pieces, with an aftershock orgasm, definitely a bonus. One last kiss to her hip-thigh bridge and he crawled up her body, living a trail of wet kisses against her skin. His hands followed his mouth's lead, caressing and cupping and stroking over every inch of bare skin he could reach, until his mouth was moving along her jawline.
Her stomach flipped as he licked her juices off his fingers, another shot of arousal coursing through her. Sloane giggled again as he kissed a line of hot kisses up her body, her face flushing slightly and her hands raking through his hair once more. Although she was still recovering from the orgasm Will had licked from her, she could feel her desire flare again as he kissed along her jaw, pulling his mouth to hers to kiss him. She could taste herself on his mouth and it made her moan into his mouth as she tasted their flavours mixed in his mouth. It was nice to kiss his mouth again, she wasn't complaining about where it was been before, but it was nice to feel his soft lips against her own. "Thank you," she mumbled into his mouth with an equally thankful look in her eye.
Once again, he smiled against her skin while Sloane giggled beneath him, and he really wouldn't have it any other way just then. Will leaned slightly into the feel of her fingers in his hair, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensation, letting out a warm breath against her skin in response, before easily going into the kiss of her mouth. The hands settled on her hip and breast paused in slow strokes to squeeze lightly as he devoted his focus then to her mouth, to the texture of her bottom lip under his tongue and the taste of her mouth. When he pulled at least far enough away from her again to tell her, "I liked it," Will leant his body down with a rock of his lower body against hers to explain without words how much he had enjoyed the taste, smell, sight, feel and sound of her. His boxer briefs were the only barrier between them then, and his erection was eagerly straining against the fabric.
The answer to his words was a deepening of the kiss and her hands trailing down his body to play with the hem of his underwear. She tugged at them with shaky hands, she was nervous and for a moment it confused her. This wasn't just sex, this was the first time they'd have sex and that meant something to her and she hoped to him too. Sloane readjusted her body on the bed and pulled at Will's underwear again, swallowing hard at the idea of him inside her. From what she had felt and seen, Will wasn't very small and it had been a while since Sloane had been with a guy, she was a little unsure of his size. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, of course, it was just pre-show jitters she was sure she would get over once the show began.
She wasn't the only one realizing the enormity of this, that even while his wereform didn't lead to bonding to life through sex alone, this was something else entirely in their relationship. Will's hands weren't quite as sure as they had been before the thought had hit, but he knew just as much that he very much wanted this, wanted her, wanted to slide himself home within her. It immediately calmed any worries that might've even thought of cropping up for him, and he helped her shed his underwear, freeing himself completely. Bending his head to kiss her again, he made no move just yet to move closer to the slick, heated well of her, taking the time to pass along reassurances with his mouth moving over hers. When he did pull away, for air and to look at her again, he waited for some sign that she was ready to move on, one of his hands caressing over her breast while the other held his body poised over hers.
Cupping his face as he kissed her, Sloane found that any and all worries or nerves were gone now and that she was more than ready to let him slide into her. Laying a hand on his erection, she guided him to her wet entrance and let out a whimper as the tip of him slipped into her easily. He was quite big and she could feel her walls stretch around him as he pushed inside her slowly and the pleasure it caused, making her moan his name. Sloane's eyes fluttered closed again and she placed her hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to push even further inside her. The pain, she found, was minimal and was soon ready for the rest of him.
The fingers that closed lightly around him were cool by comparison, and an involuntary shudder ran through Will's large body, as he began to ease inside her, and suddenly he was beginning to be surrounded by her like a dewy, hot glove. Will was careful to ease into her slowly, feeling the way her body had to readjust around him, continuing to guide himself inch by inch into her moistness until he was fully hilted within her. It was nearly painful to breathe once he was fully inside Sloane, it just felt so good with her wrapped around him, and he really couldn't imagine the sensation being any more perfect or intense in that moment.
As he pushed inside her completely, Sloane gasped and panted heavily. She let her body adjust to the size of him before gently rocking her hips against his, corresponding moans with each movement. The heat of his body stronger than most only added to the tingly feeling of her much cooler skin and the feel of him so deep inside her slick channel sent more little goosebumps across her skin. Her hands traversed his body, smooth planes and the contour of muscles, slick with sweat. All Sloane was capable of right now was turning her head to the side to give his arm an opened mouth kiss that turned into another loud, and slightly breathy moan.
It was nearly torture, keeping himself from moving for those first few moments while she adjusted and began shifting beneath him as she grew used to being filled by him. Each rock of her body had him slide barely out and back into her, her moans filling the air as much as the sweet scent of her arousal surrounding them both. Of the smell of sex and fresh sweat. Slowly, he withdrew from her just an inch, before sliding back home just as slow, getting a feel for how much he could stand of the tight, velvety internal walls that clung and gripped at him. His strokes increased in length with each slide out and then back in, as his erection throbbed inside her, as sensation after sensation of slick friction and the feel of her smaller, softer body masked all logical thought that might have survived the nearly intoxicated state he was in from the shared arousal humming in the air between them.
As his thrusts became longer, her moans became deeper and she threw her head back into the pillow, eyes closed against the friction of him pressing inside her. His name fell from her mouth in a breathy murmur as she touched any part of his body she could reach. It was still surreal to have Will above her, pushing his way inside her as her walls clutched at him but she knew without a doubt that this was right. Sloane could feel the starting shakes of another orgasm and the heat in her stomach that never really died down, flared up stronger than before. It was almost too much to bear, she could feel as he stretched her out and each thrust sent her closer to the edge.
Beneath him, her body was pliable, and Will could feel each and every vibration of her body around him, and beneath his fingertips on her hip. Even with an arm bracing himself above her, he felt as if he wasn't quite able to hold himself there, that with each slick and slow thrust, he was gradually unraveling at the seams. Cool fingers traipsed across the length of his arms, molding over the lines of his back, leaving paths of coolness on overheated skin. He already knew he wouldn't survive past another up close and personal viewing of Sloane coming apart, the previous occurrence had already had him positively aching to be inside her. Dipping his head, Will covered her mouth with his own on the next press into her, as he withdrew nearly completely before he sank himself into her again.
Rocking her body into each thrust, Sloane could feel her orgasm start slowly at first and then faster until she was crying out her climax into his mouth with the force of it. She tried desperately to open her eyes so she could watch as he came apart above her, to see what he looked like as he spilled himself in her. As he pulled out almost entirely from her wet heat and then pushed in one last time, Sloane was shaking apart beneath him. Her body was spasming with the effects of her orgasm and she blinked hard before trying to watch as Will came inside her.
From the moment that Will had first been able to push into Sloane's welcoming heat, he had hardly been silent, but neither had he been particularly vocal. Low moans swallowed in his throat, heavy breaths coming in pants, murmurs of her name and quite possibly of a deity or two. A rough gasp was ripped from his throat as the woman below him, the one he'd been at least half in love with at a point or two for so long, cried out in pure pleasure wrought by his actions. The tightness of her was suddenly that much tighter, squeezing around him in rippling movements of small internal muscles. It was too much, and the pressure of the sensations conspired against him until he fell after her, moaning out her name as his lower body rocked against her for a few more, shallower, thrusts. It was wrung from him in spurts, sending blissful sparks along every nerve ending as he emptied himself into her.
The deep moans produced from Will and the way he mumbled her name made Sloane's eyes slip closed for a second, she loved the way it sounded and wanted to hear it more. She lay there, watching as he came against her, inside her and above her. Trying to steady her heartbeat and slow her breathing, Sloane wanted to memorize the way he looked and how it felt to have him hard and deep inside her for the first time. The muscles still contracting and releasing around him felt so good and Sloane was sure she was going to come again. And she did, as he continued moving inside her, more little waves of pleasure and goosebumps followed her previous, much larger and powerful orgasm and she screwed her eyes shut again, the image of Will coming in her still fresh in her mind. A long, satisfied moan followed her second little orgasm and she let the hands touching him fall to her sides, the energy gone from her now as she very slowly recovered from her climax.
They had a lot of catching up to do. Twelve years of not being able to touch, sometimes not even the small measure of happiness just by seeing each other, and now, quite suddenly, they could not only touch and see each other, kiss and not simply blush at each other, they could finally get as close as physically possible in an extremely pleasurable way. His orgasm melted away, leaving him both lethargic and very satisfied. He knew that there was no way he was going to be able to continue to hold himself up, but neither did he want to crush her with his greater weight, so, taking the most expedient route, Will carefully rolled them so that it was him with his back flat on the bed. So that her cooler body was atop his, and his fingers lazily brushed over her bare skin, from thigh to shoulder and back again.
Exhausted and extremely satisfied, Sloane let Will roll them over and rested her head against his chest, listening to the slowing thump of his heart. She examined the skin of his arm, shoulder and chest, running her hand over the smooth flesh of him and trying to memorize the feel of their naked bodies so close to each other. After years and years of distance, the occasional brush of skin, Sloane was finally able to touch his body with hers and explore every last bit of him. A thought she quite liked the sound of, especially since it was Will, the guy she'd been head over heels for since high school. As his hand lazily stroked the side of her body, she twisted away from it, "I'm ticklish." she explained, looking at him with a small smile and shifting up to give him a contented kiss.
Will was just as much enjoying the ability to slide his fingers across bare stretches of her skin, and happily took the opportunity to do so, as they were surrounded by a scent that was definitely a unique mixture of him and her. A very primal, viscerally appealing scent. He also liked the way that her fingers felt exploring his body, now that they were languid and content, but was mildly surprised by her twisting away from his touch. He smiled into the kiss, telling her "I didn't know that" when they parted, if only enough to look at each other. All the things she'd babbled about over the years, he knew, but when it came to what was physically Sloane, that was entirely new territory. "Stay tonight?" the thought of her having to go that night wasn't one he particularly liked, and while they both had work in the morning, his alarm was set and there should have been enough time the next morning to let her go home and change. Will was already halfway falling asleep, chemicals in his system luring him into unconsciousness, but he didn't want her to leave just yet.
"Finally something you don't know about me, I'm surprised." she teased, a huge grin on her face. The smell of him and her still lingered in the air and the fact that it was them was almost intoxicating to her. This was how they smelled together and it fit so perfectly. Sloane dipped her head back down again to give him yet another kiss, liking the the fact that she could do it when ever she wanted now, instead of just dreaming about it. The thought of leaving hadn't really crossed her mind, she was too wrapped up in being so close to Will and the afterglow of their activities. Sloane nodded her head against his chest, her eyes slowly slipping closed as she tried to fight against sleep. "Of course," she answered in a muffled voice, breathing in his scent as she drifted off on top of him. Why had it taken them so long to do this again?
Half asleep, Will kissed her back, something slow and soft. Relief flooded sweetly through him at her answer, as he took one last, long look at her before he closed his own eyes. One hand groped for a covering for them both, and somehow he managed to get a hold on the sheet and comforter, pulling it over both their bodies. He didn't really have an answer for the question on her mind, for the only thing on his was that this felt absolutely right. And, with an arm slung around her, and the blanket over them both, Will fell asleep to the sound of her breathing.