Sloane Messinger (refracted_rain) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-12-06 03:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-24 |
Unforgettable thats what you are
Who: Sloane and Will
When: Three PM
Where: The Stone Townhouse
Since waking up in bed tangled up with Will, Sloane hadn't stopped smiling. It wasn't like she was making a conscious effort to keep it up. It just sort of happened and when she'd realize she was still smiling she'd make a forced effort to stop, only to find herself smiling again a few minutes later. Only a little sore from their activities the night before, Sloane had blushed when she had seen him in the staff room passingly and couldn't help the rush of emotion (and arousal) when he suggested she come over to his place before the party. Of course she had accepted and when school ended she skipped out to her car and followed behind his truck.
"Did you have a good day?" she asked, when they reached his place and were walking to the door together.
Will nodded as he looked over at her, "A really good day." More than a little of that was due to that morning's wake up call involving a naked and sleeping Sloane, lying up against him with his arm around her. So what if they'd had to rush to get ready for work, and Sloane having to run off to her car to go home before her classes, in order to shower and change. He'd shown up at the gym, barely on time, and with a bone deep contentedness that had everything to do with her. They had somewhere they had to be, of course, now, but that wasn't until seven, and surely they'd be able to manage getting there on time. Right?
There was little hesitation in his actions when he stretched out a hand to slide his arm around her waist, pulling her close, and dipping his head for a slow kiss.
Rushing off early in the morning was something she didn't particularly enjoy, but the morning itself had been a sweet one. A little awkward, but mainly Sloane was a little dazed at the fact that she had actually woken up in bed with Will, naked. That's when the smile showed up and decided it wouldn't leave, not that she had a real big problem with it. Especially now that she was being pulled into his considerably larger and warmer body. It was easy, almost too easy for Sloane to melt into the kiss. She deepened it slightly, letting her tongue leisurely explore the mouth she had already memorized and as she pulled back she gave him a soft smile. "I'm glad to hear it," she whispered in a raspy voice, her mind conjuring up thoughts it really shouldn't. The feel of his arms wrapped around her waist making a little spark of arousal shoot through her.
Waking up with Sloane against him, skin to skin, it had probably been one of the best moments in his life, as seemingly simple as the moment had been. Then half asleep and half awake, he hadn't been sure whether he had been dreaming again or not, but had tried to cling to the dissipating sleep just in case it was a dream after all. It wasn't as if he hadn't had some fairly explicit dreams about her before, he had known her for somewhere between a third and to a half of his life. All his thoughts of that morning were quickly swept aside by the current deepening of the kiss, of welcoming Sloane inside and holding her tighter against him for it. He smiled down at her a little goofily when she pulled away, "Good day for you?"
The feel of his warm body so close to hers was comforting and she idly thought she could stay there for hours. Just wrapped in his strong arms, listening to him breathe, her stomach fluttered at the thought and she could feel a little warmth creep up her cheeks. "It was great, much better now," she said, leaning in for another kiss. It was still strange that she could kiss Will whenever she wanted, being so used to having to hold back whenever he was around. It was nice to finally do what she wanted, to kiss and touch him. The feel of his hands on her body still fresh in her mind, she wanted to feel him against her and inside her.
"Good," Will dropped his head to meet her mouth with his, tasting her bottom lip with a quick swipe of the tip of his tongue. With his hands sliding across her back, and her up close and against him, the memory of tasting her bare skin rose in his mind. The honeyed heat of her beneath his mouth and fingers as she shook and cried out beneath his attentions. Oddly, it made color rise slightly in his cheeks as he lifted a hand to cup her jaw, deepening the kiss and standing that much closer to her. It wasn't close enough, the need to get closer to her had only gone away for when he'd been inside her as she gasped his name. He pulled away, long and far enough to murmur her name against her lips, his hands holding her firmly.
She could taste him in her mouth and it sent little shivers down her spine, creating a pulsing desire between her legs that made her moan quietly into the kiss. Sloane could already smell their sex as she conjured up the memory of them moving together in his bed, the feel of him between her legs, his mouth and fingers exploring her folds. It made her swallow hard as more memories of the previous night flooded her mind, the feel of him stretching her, thrusting inside of her and the way he groaned out her name. The way he whispered her name against her mouth then made her arousal spark and she could feel more moisture form between her thighs. "Do you wanna go inside?" she asked, meaning his bedroom of course.
Breathing her in between kisses, he brushed his lips against her cheekbone, eyes dilating beneath closed eyelids as he couldn't help but smell the scent of her arousal growing. When he looked at her again, lifting his head enough to look her in the eyes, there was a tentative teasing in his expression, "Or we can stay out here? And just text Ben to ask for some alone time?" His cousin was his best friend as well as roommate, and as much as he seemed to be cheering Will on with actually reaching out to have Sloane, Will doubted that he'd really mind. He might complain, a lot, but he probably wouldn't mind. There was something hopeful in his expression as he looked down to her, only offset with the way his body was pressed against hers, stirring in arousal and his wide hands that slid across her body.
Moving her head into the gentle nudge against her cheek, she smiled unknowingly and took in a deep breath. She loved the way he smelled, loved how he seemed to stick to her for a few hours afterwards, even after a simple hug in his office. Or in the morning after they'd had sex for the first time, she was reluctant to wash him off but knew it wasn't very professional to walk into school rumpled and smelling of Will and their sex. Turning her head, she giggled quietly as he spoke and nodded her head. "That could work," she answered quietly, running her hands down his back slowly. He felt good under her hands even through all the clothes, which she didn't particularly like right now, but she was sure they wouldn't be in her way for very long. No, she was counting on them both being deliciously naked in a few minutes, panting loudly as they rocked into each other.
Will smiled happily when she agreed with his suggestion, although he knew he'd have to let go of her long enough to actually text message his cousin. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do just then, not with her smelling and feeling as good as she did, "I have to let you go." He bent to kiss her, slowly, before, "But I really don't want to." Another kiss, "And I really have to," because not warning Ben and him walking in on the two of them would not only be completely inconsiderate, but fairly embarrassing for them all if his cousin had walked in on them. Not as though Ben or he hadn't run into each other's privacy before, but he hardly thought Sloane would be so unsurprised or affected. "Hang on," he couldn't resist one more, extremely short kiss before he released her, stepping back and digging in his pocket in his phone to send off a message to his cousin.
His smile made her smile and she tried to shake it from her face, to no avail. A little laugh bubbled up and she could feel heat creep up her face as she realized he was just as excited as she was, not only could she feel it, but she could see it in the way he smiled at her. She frowned as he explained he'd have to let her go, she didn't want to feel the warmth of his arms slip from around her. He felt so good and as he kissed her she tried to keep him close to her a little longer. With a silent whimper she let Will step back, not liking the distance between them at all. This wasn't conducive to her previous thought of them being naked together, but she knew that him text messaging Ben would be a good idea in the long run. She didn't like the idea of him walking in on them having sex, it would be awkward and not something she wanted to deal with at all.
Sloane grabbed the phone from his hands before he could finish, pressed send and let the phone drop to the floor as she moved closer to him again. "I'm sure he'll get the idea," she purred against his lips.
Of course he was excited, just to be with her, as much as being able to touch and kiss her. It felt like he'd been waiting forever to do so, this change between them in their relationship so new that it seemed impossible to resist kissing and touching her at any and every chance he could. Will laughed when Sloane took away his phone mid message, cutting off the rapid fire stream of short messages back and forth between Ben and himself, but at least he knew his cousin got the message. His laugh tapered off quickly into a kiss, forgetting about the phone and focusing instead on kissing her slowly and thoroughly to show her just how much he wanted her. Of course, he wanted her more than sexually, but at the moment he wasn't dividing how or why he wanted her from the feeling of her softer and smaller against him.
The change was surprisingly easy, not at all awkward and most importantly it was exciting. She hadn't expect for there to be any awkwardness between them, but was still pleasantly surprised that there wasn't and that it came so naturally to them both. It was only a little ridiculous how much Sloane wanted Will, mainly due to that fact that she'd been wanting to do this for so long and that is was almost a relief to feel his mouth on hers, to not hold back when she was around him. Well, maybe at school, but that was just professionalism. They weren't at school now and as he kissed her back, she could feel her body ache for his. The feel of his excitement pressed into her stomach only made her more aroused and raising a leg she pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around his body.
His hands slid down to cup Sloane's ass, pulling her up as she wrapped her legs around him, groaning into her mouth. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. His mind on autopilot, Will turned the corner to move them into the nearest room, and the nearest available surface, which just happened to be one of the counters in the kitchen. It was definitely a good thing that Ben knew not to come home then, as Will set Sloane on the counter and pressed against her as he leaned into her, leaned into her body and her mouth. Only when his lungs were nearly burning from lack of air did he pull away, but only as long as it took to catch his breath as he looked down at her.
Sloane was unable to resist the smile that spread across her face at the feel of his hands on her ass and the way he groaned into her mouth. It made her body tingle with desire and butterflies tumble around in her stomach. The fact that he still gave her the butterflies registering in the back of her mind. The only thing she was focusing on at the moment was his warm and hard body against her, the undetectable scent of his own arousal sending signals to her brain to touch and kiss him. As he placed her down on the counter, her hands immediately went up and under his shirt to feel the smooth planes of his body, the heated, bare skin she found there only a testament to her earlier thought of them being naked. Looking up into his eyes, dark with desire, it sent the littlest of shivers down her spine and Sloane tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground.
There was a moment where he had to take a slow breath as her fingers made their way under his clothes to find his bare skin, her small hands skimming across his back. Will let her pull his shirt up and over his head, promptly forgetting about it as he stood between her legs, one of his hands settling at her knee and sliding upwards along her thigh. Her mouth was impossible to resist, with her soft lips and inquisitive tongue, and he was soon kissing her again, still wanting more. This wouldn't likely be something completely stripped bare and taking their time with it, not given the fact that they had moved to the first available and appropriate surface to get this close.
His shirt, once off his body, held no more interest for Sloane and she let her hands glide across his chest and back, feeling the warm and smooth skin. The intense desire to have her body as close as possible to his was hard, nearly unbearable to resist and now that she could, there was absolutely no reason why she should hold back. Sloane liked the sound of that and she smiled as his hand worked it's way up her thigh, the tingly feeling his warm hand created going straight to the burning in her abdomen. Her hands, once done with reviewing the flesh of his torso moved seamlessly down to the waist band of his pants, unbuttoning them and eventually moving back up his body, too distracted by his warm skin.
The ease within each movement, kiss and touch, made it hard to remember that they'd done this less than a handful of times. Once, actually. It just felt so natural to slide from unable to touch, to not only being able to touch, but continuing to want to at every opportunity. Up her thigh, his hand slipped easily along her skin until he came in contact with the fabric of her underwear, the backs of his fingers brush against her through the...Will looked down as he paused in the kiss, curious, through the pink dotted fabric that separated them. And it was kind of ridiculous, really, that for a moment he's caught off guard by the realization that this is the girl he was at least half in love with for over a decade, but he soon lost that thread of thought into her mouth as he dips his head for another kiss and his other hand has begun moving to undo the line of buttons on her shirt.
It didn't hit Sloane, that this would only be their second time having sex, everything about them was so natural and it felt like they had done this before. More than just once, that is. The rough and calloused feel of his hand on her skin, made her eyes slip closed and as he brushed his hand across her she moaned quietly. She giggled as he dipped his head down, she assumed, to check out the colour of her underwear. "Do you like them?" she asked, a teasing tone to her voice. Reading the look on his face, her smile softened and she brushed the back of her fingers over his cheek, cupping his face. It still amazed her that the boy she'd met in high school, the boy who could always make her smile and blush; was the man currently standing in front of her, looking at her with a deep desire in his eye.
Will laughed with a light flush of his cheeks at her words, at being caught, before nodded, "Yeah." He'd paused momentarily in unbuttoning her shirt, but now continued, skimming his hand over her skin as it became exposed, along her stomach and then upwards to dip a hand into one side of her bra to cup her breast. There was an almost shy tilt to his smile that melted away as he looked down at her, fairly incongruous with the fact that his hands were quite decidedly placed intimately upon her body. Beneath her skirt, his fingers stroked her through the pink panties she wore, his eyes on her face to watch the reactions to his touch. Simply dipping his hand into the equally pink bra wasn't really enough, and he soon withdrew it so that he could flick open the front clasp on the bra for better access to her. The moment her breasts spilled free, he cupped one in his hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb across its tip
The feel of his hands on her body while easy and natural, was still new and exciting and it made her stomach do little flips. She moved involuntarily into his touch, swallowing hard as the little moment of amusement passed and their desires took over again. Sloane looked back at him and opened her mouth in a small moan as his fingers continued moving over her underwear, fighting against the urge close her eyes. It felt good, the way he touched her but she didn't want to look away from him, still afraid it all might be a dream. Licking her lips and finally closing her eyes as his thumb moved over the sensitive flesh of her nipple and with his other hand still between her legs, she pushed her head into the cupboard behind her.
If he'd been able to step back away from her, just the full sight of her alone just then would've made it hard to stand. With her shirt and bra open, exposing her quite fantastic breasts, and her skirt slid up her thighs, it made up a completely irresistible sight for him. At that moment, his view was partially hampered, but he could quite clearly watch his fingers move over one of her breasts, and the rise and fall of them both as she breathed. Against her underwear, his strokes became firmer, his thumb coming into play against where her clit was hidden away. But even looking wasn't enough, and he soon dipped his head to press his lips along the column of her exposed throat, moving downwards with a somewhat wayward line of kisses. Each kiss had his lips dragging against her flesh, and as he drew a line against the upper curve of her free breast with lingering touches.
There was absolutely no one else she would have wanted with her, no one she could even dream of to be with her, touching and caressing her the way he was. With his hands still drawing designs on the outside of her underwear and his other hand playing with the softness of her breast, Sloane was finding it hard to think properly. She wanted him, to feel him push slowly into her as she gasped out his name and raked her hands down his back. The feel of his soft lips and warm mouth left a burning trail down her throat and Sloane let his name slip from her mouth on a whimper as waves of goosebumps started appearing in sporadic spots across her flesh.
The skin at her breast was somehow, he really didn't know how, even softer than most of the rest of her, the texture a mix between velvety and silky. Of course, he found that simply fascinating, because it was her. He dropped his hand from her breast, just a moment after he stopped pressing his fingers against her, through the cloth that separated them, in order to use both his hands to reach down and ease those pink panties off of her, peeling them away and sliding them down her legs. It meant he had to step back, enough that her legs would be forced to fall down from his hips, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make only because there was still more to come.. Still, he felt a little bad about stopping his soft strokes against her, assuaging any annoyance she might have with his lips moving over her skin now settling down to close around her nipple.
As his hands suddenly dropped from her body, Sloane whimpered quietly and opened her eyes to look at him, more then a little confused before she felt his hands move instead to pull off her panties. She smiled despite herself as she felt them slide down and off her legs, meaning she was that much closer to feeling him inside her. As he took the tip of her breast into his mouth, Sloane took in a sharp breath at the feel of his hot mouth on her, the slick feel of his tongue against the hardening flesh of her nipple. She whimpered his name again, feeling the burning in her abdomen flare up and as she watched him with darkened eyes, she let her hand run through his incredibly soft hair.
Will stepped back between her thighs, his hands settling on her back, under her shirt, as if to pull her closer against him, not that that was very possible. At least not without him sliding inside her, not yet. Against the pink bud of her nipple, he laved his tongue across its tip, circling it as he devoted his attention solely to her and the body under his hands and mouth. When he released her pebbled tip breast, moving his mouth back upwards again, he stilled only long enough to pull himself upright to look down at her once more.
If there was any possibility that she could have his hands on her body all the time, she'd take it. They were so big and warm, the rough texture of his callouses against the softer skin of her back now, mixed with the feel of his warm tongue flicking across her nipple made her moan his name loudly. Her voice shaking as it hit her again that this was Will Stone between her legs, sucking gently at her nipple and making her body shiver. She was ready and she wanted him already, looking up at him she gave him a pleading look and ran her hand hands down his chest.
It was impossible to even imagine a time or a way that Sloane wouldn't turn him on so completely with her soft sighs and the way she moaned his name out. Touching her felt like coming home, and tasting her to make her cry out felt like what he was meant to do. Will was entirely unable to resist the look she gave him, leaning in to kiss her deeply as his hands went to his own jeans to undo them and push them out of the way to free himself. After a sigh of relief as the pressure against his hard erection eased, Sloane's reactions big and small had been enough to tighten and harden him until it nearly hurt to be without her, he slid a hand along her inner thighs to test how soaked the soft brown curls there were. He could already smell how aroused she was, and his own reaction to her and her arousal was crawling through his veins like a drug, but he wanted to be sure she was completely ready for him.
Winding her arms around his neck, Sloane kissed him back and as her tongue slid against his there was a hint of urgency in the way she held him there. A sort of surreal quality to the whole situation of him standing between her legs, kissing her deeply, one hand trailing up her leg to push his fingers into the moisture that he created. She gasped, pulling her mouth away from his momentarily. The very presence of Will was enough to get Sloane going, for her heart to start racing, for a burning to start low in her abdomen and the eventual dewy excitement to appear between her thighs.
One of his fingers slid easily into her slick channel, followed by a second, Will groaned against her lips just as she pulled away, at the feel of her tightly wrapped around even his fingers. He could only stand to pump his fingers into her a few slow times before he pulled them from her to replace his fingers with the aching hardness of him, the slide home within her had him groaning into her mouth as he slowly, almost painfully slow, hilted himself in Sloane's body. Will had to brace one of his hands on the cabinet beside her head, while his other settled beneath her open shirt, on her waist.
Her eyes fluttered closed as one thick finger slipped into her, a little moan falling from her lips as a second followed. She held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin before flexing and getting a better grip. Even just the feel of his fingers pushing into her depths, sent great waves of pleasure through Sloane and she whimpered as he pulled them from her, only to gasp a few seconds later as Will slipped the head of his heavy erection into her wet heat. Sloane moaned, at the feel of him inside her and the way he groaned out onto her lips. She could feel the stretch of him as he leaned into her, fully relaxing herself Sloane took him with relish and smiled when he was settled deep inside of her.
Around him, she tightly held him inside her, and as Will felt her stretch and relax around him at turns, he began to make the first, few movements within her. Shallowly at first, and then longer, deeper strokes, leaning onto the hand that he had splayed out on the cabinet. His other slid up and over to cup her breast, kneading in time with his thrusts into her. With the sound of her moans making up a passionate litany in his ear, Will couldn't help but grin back at her as he took in her smile. Sloane felt better than he ever could have imagined before, and he showed her exactly how much by tipping her head back again as he dipped his head to kiss her.
Closing her eyes Sloane exhaled sharply as he began to move slowly, bracing her hands on his chest, panting his name softly. It may felt like they'd done this a thousand other times, but the fact was that they'd only done it once and Sloane was still getting used to the size of him, whimpering as his thrusts became longer. While she didn't have active fantasies about being with Will like this, Sloane had always wanted this, for as long as she could remember and now that she did, it scared her that it could all go away in a heartbeat. No one ever got what they wanted, right? Sliding a hand up to cup his face, she kissed him back, slowly and with the occasional moan into his mouth.
Before, imagining being with Sloane, like this, or in any other way, had been as much hope as fantasy. And now that it had happened, that it was happening right then, he couldn't imagine any reason why they wouldn't continue to be together. Any more than he could imagine a reason why he wouldn't want to be with her, it simply made no sense. Physically he kept their movements slow, feeling the way she was so incredibly tight as her body gripped him, knowing he could be a little hard to handle without being used to him. She was soft and small, sweet and feminine, and there was nothing in him that wanted to let her get hurt, especially not him hurting her. Against her breast, his fingers caressed her and explored what she liked in his touch. With his lips and tongue, Will memorized the taste of her mouth, the action of his tongue marked as a mixture between tentative and bold, but instinctively knowing as their lower bodies met and parted, only to meet again.
Each slow thrust sent shockwaves through Sloane's body and she clung to Will, her breathing uneven and shaky as he stretched her out. The pleasure that shot through her was made more intense by the fact that it was Will, who she'd more or less being thinking about for 11 years and even though she'd been with other guys, this was something different. She could feel it in the way he gently pushed inside of her, cupped her breast and explored her mouth, all with the single purpose of being together. This was them at their closest, their most intimate and Sloane closed her eyes, trying to memorize every aspect of the moment. The smell of him, the taste of his mouth and even the fact that they were sitting in his kitchen. His soft touch was so very Will and Sloane couldn't help the little smile at that thought. That even the way he touched her was his alone.
He liked the way that her fingers were spread over his skin, how he could feel the reactions he was drawing from her and her body, through every place where their skin touched. She practically vibrated with it all, and he knew that he probably felt the same to her, as his moans were smothered against her mouth. If it was possible that this could ever be considered routine, he couldn't even fathom it, she just felt so incredible, sounded and tasted so incredible. This should have been completely unlike their first time, in theory, at least, given that rather than completely naked and in his bed, they were still wearing half their clothes and were on a kitchen counter. Sloane still wore everything but her underwear, with her skirt pushed up her thighs, and her shirt and bra open to allow his hands better access to the smooth flesh beneath. And yet, there was still that enticing, inescapable intimacy between them, as he pulsed slowly between her spread thighs, and his fingers pulled at her nipple.
Rocking her body into his, Sloane could feel start of her orgasm, climbing through her veins like a slow acting drug, tightening her muscles in turns. Her moans louder and coming in shorter intervals now, she could feel herself clench around Will, her breathing more uneven and shaky. With Will pushed up against her body, she could feel as well as hear his reaction to her and it only drove her own arousal higher. The change and tension in his own muscles as she tightened around him, brushed her hands against his skin and moaned out his name, all drawing delicious responses from him. A slight deepening of the kiss, a groan or a minute change in his movements inside of her. This was only their second time, despite the fact that they were sitting in Will's kitchen, for Sloane, it lost none of the tender intimacy from their first and she couldn't help but brush a hand across his face, still amazed that it was Will she was with.
His hand slipped, reluctantly, off her breast, only to come up to cup her jaw, brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. Against her flat stomach, where they were pressed together in any way, the muscles of his stomach contracted as his own pleasure rose from each steady, slick plunge into her. Each tightening of intimate muscles closing around him threatened to steal his breath, while his thumb on her cheekbone skimmed down to pause over the beauty mark on her left cheek, one more little thing he'd memorized over the years. How it was beneath her cheekbone, closer to her ear than her mouth. This time when he dipped his head to brush his lips across hers, it was far more fleeting, and entirely tender. His hips following the press forward not a second later, less fleeting, and less tender, and Will kissed her lightly again. Another barely there kiss as he groaned against her lips, unintentionally teasing, asking her silently to follow his mouth as Will pulled a short distance away again, looking down at her with dark, dark eyes.
The gentle touch of his hand, slipping from her breast to cup her cheek, made Sloane smile against his mouth. Even on a counter, with each press of his body into hers bringing them closer to the edge, he still managed to be sweet. Will was always sweet though, Sloane wasn't sure if he'd ever been angry, she couldn't really recall a time during the entire span of their friendship that he'd ever been noticeably angry. Even when he was on the ice. Which she thought was pretty amazing, because she was so moody and prone to bouts of anger or sadness, or any emotion really. She seemed even more unstable around him, but his mere presence most of the time was enough to keep her happy for hours. The soft and sweet kisses that barely touched her lips and the husky groaning of his voice made goosebumps shiver across her skin and as he pulled away, she followed, needing to feel his mouth on her and the taste of him on her lips.
It was always hard to shake Will out of his default happy state, the seemingly endless store of enthusiasm and energy. Him getting truly upset was rare, extremely rare, and always fleeting. He was too single minded, and admittedly not the brightest crayon in the box, to have much attention or focus left over to staying angry. Now, as he glided fluidly inside her with each push of his hips, only to pull from her again, how could he be anything but completely focused on her? On how good she felt, and how good he wanted to make her feel in return, there was nothing more important in their current moment. Sloane closed the distance between their mouths again, and he devoted every ounce of himself, that wasn't centered on the movement of their lower bodies, into kissing her slowly and thoroughly. And yet, he dropped his hand from cupping her jaw to curl into a light grip at her hip, tilting her pelvis upward, silently, changing the angle between them as he bent his knees slightly to gain that much more leverage.
Closing her eyes Sloane could feel the adrenaline course through her system as Will continued his even thrusts into her body, his name falling from her mouth and her body shaking as she focused on each slick slide into her depths. She gripped his shoulder again, trying to keep her orgasm at bay as he kissed her thoroughly, the feel of his warm tongue against hers making her moan just a little louder. Pulling away momentarily she took a few deep breaths, trying desperately to calm herself, her face flushed with the feel of him and her building orgasm, which turned out to be harder then she thought, because of the nearly involuntary moans he was coaxing from her. Quite suddenly and with an almost white hot heat, Sloane could feel herself come as he shifted positions inside of her, the muscles clenching around him. She cried out into his mouth as she came, closing her eyes against the feel of his heaviness inside of her, the muscles wrapped around him tightening in turns, milking every last drop from him.
Sloane felt incredible, it was nearly enough to literally make his knees weak, each time that he sank into her again, and she clutched him as she did. Everything about her felt like the perfect counterpoint to him, she was cool where he was warm, soft where he was hard, the contrast between them somehow connecting them further. With her gripping fingers at his shoulders, her slick core inviting him in, and each sound she made just going straight to his groin, Will was not all that quiet in his own stead. He was all murmurs of her name, gasps and throaty moans. His breathing was raggedly edged, his hand at her hip nearly slippery with the sheen of sweat between them, making it hard to hold onto her, and he still couldn't quite believe that the two of them were rocking and pushing and clinging against each other on one of the counters in the small kitchen. He'd expected a reaction from her, when he shifted their bodies for his next few thrusts, but he was taken off guard as it sent her spiraling over the edge, and couldn't manage to scramble back for his own control in time to keep from following her.
As he gasped, and held her hip to continue to thrust at an increasingly unsteady pace, Will spilled himself into her with that jarring, pulsing climax. When he finally came to a stop, he dropped his forehead against the cabinet behind her head, just trying to regain the ability to breathe normally again.
His body pressed against her, she could feel every tug of his muscles as he came, registering in her mind as she came herself. His hand sliding on the slippery skin of her hip, she rested a hand on his, to feel his touch and keep his hand in place. "Sorry," she whispered breathlessly. Sloane hadn't expected to come so quickly either, but his shift in position inside her sent her over the edge a little earlier than planned. Her body still pulsed with her orgasm making her voice shake along with her body. As her breathing evened out and the burning embers of her orgasm died, Sloane rested her head on his shoulder. With half lidded eyes, she kept her hands on his, taking deep breaths she tried to get her thoughts back into working order after having them shattered apart, not that she was complaining. Without realizing it again, Sloane was smiling and this time she had good reason to be.
Beneath her hand, his hold on her hip was loose now, just another skin to skin connection between them. The shirt she still wore, while unbuttoned, brushed against the side of his forearm, one of the many details filtering through his overblown senses just then. Will smiled on a breath, turning his face towards the crook of her neck to breathe the scent of them both in. "Don't have to be sorry," he half mumbled the words out against her jaw, pressing an almost distracted kiss against her skin. The sudden burst of heat rather than a slower build up had been unexpected, but Will was not about to complain either. There was a wide smile on his face when he pulled back enough to look her in the eye, absently brushing back a wayward strand of her hair that clung to her skin. "You wanna go lay down for a bit?" Not sleep, that's not exactly what he meant, but just sort of lounge about in their afterglow, he was feeling pleasantly intoxicated off of the serotonin and various other chemicals flooding through his system that he never remembered the names of.
There wasn't much going on in Sloane's mind, just how good it felt to have Will pressed against her, inside of her. She was so relaxed and contented, her eyes drooping languidly as she relished in the feel of his heated body so close to her own. The feel of his warm breath rushed over her skin and sent little shivers across her flesh, she continued smiling softly. Sloane looked up at him as he pulled away, moving ever so slightly into his touch when he brushed a stand of her hair away. She nodded her head. "Yeah, yeah that sounds nice." she said in a quiet voice, her body still tingling from the effects of her orgasm. Sloane wrapped her arms around his neck, before he could fully pull away and placed a lazy kiss on his mouth and then another and another. His lips were soft and inviting and she could have stayed pressed against the cabinet all night but the knob was currently lodged painfully between her shoulder blades. "Ouch," she laughed, leaning her upper body away from it and shifting her shoulders trying to relieve the pain.
As he straightened back up, Will could finally remove his forearm from where he'd been bracing himself against the cabinet. Not that he got all that far, not even slipping from inside Sloane yet, as she wrapped herself around him for a kiss, and then several. His laugh was soft, interspersed with those soft kisses, until she showed pain and he pulled back, startled. "Are you okay?" His immediate worry was that he'd hurt her, and his fear showed on his face, Sloane was small enough, compared to him, that he knew he could easily hurt her without meaning to. And that was, naturally, the last thing he wanted to do, "Sloane?" The hand that had been against the cabinet now slid partly up the back of her opened shirt, lying flat against the small of her back. Against the cool skin there.
She smiled into the kisses as he laughed quietly against her mouth, she liked his laugh and the way he couldn't seem to resist her kisses. Resting her hands on his chest as she pulled away from the cabinet, Sloane looked up at Will with a soft, amused smile and was a little surprised to see concern splashed clearly across his face. "I'm fine, it's just... the cabinet knob is pressed into my back," she laughed lightly, smiling at him before kissing him gently. "I'm fine." Sloane was fully aware of their differences in size and now that she knew he was a little stronger then normal, she understood that he was afraid of hurting her. It made her feel warm all over and with an involuntary smile she realized she was blushing.
Will never really could resist Sloane, even if it might not have seemed so, given that it had taken them nearly twelve years to get where they were. Too long, really. It was just now that he could truly give into his desires to kiss and touch her, and there was no way in a thousand years that he'd refuse her the ability to do the same. She explained why she had winced in pain, and his worry of having harmed her faded immediately away and returned him nearly back into his contented happy state, without even embarrassment left in its wake. His hand slid further up her shirt to rub lightly over the skin between her shoulders, before he pulled his hand away, and kissed her once more before he withdrew from her intimately, pulling his pants back up at least to cover himself again, although he didn't bother to button his jeans back up again. Will offered his hands to Sloane to help her down.
They had both spent years denying themselves something as simple as a touch between them. Sloane could remember a hug, one she didn't want to end and then the tantalizingly close kiss. This was back pay, she thought, for all that they had missed. His face went from worried to happy in record time and Sloane smiled at him, it still amazed her how happy he was all the time. Nothing ever seemed to bother him and she wondered of there was something that could. The feel of his warm hand against the skin of her back relieved any pain that the cabinet might have caused and as he kissed her she smiled again. Her eyes still half closed she took a moment to collect herself, to make sure she would be able to stand before placing her smaller hands in his and hopping off the counter.
The fact that that particular shift of movement, when he'd been moving inside her while she clung eagerly to him, had had such an effect and taken him off guard, only spoke to the fact that while they easily found a natural rhythm and chemistry, sexually, between them, they weren't entirely knowing about what particular actions would draw which reactions. Each individual was different, and being new partners in this, they just had to explore and experiment with what they already knew. Will was quite willing to devote the time to that sort of an endeavor, spend time to see what exact things would make her gasp and grip him, her head thrown back and her mouth set in a perfect 'o' as she moaned his name. He liked that he got to watch and feel her tremble as pleasure overtook her body, liked that it was him and her together that made it happen.
Comfortable in his own skin, in the physicality of himself, Will made no move to immediately pull his shirt back on, once he'd scooped it up off the floor, along with Sloane's underwear. After, of course, he'd helped her off the counter, but it was more consideration for his cousin, rather than a neat personality, that had him bending to retrieve their clothes before he smiled at the woman in front of him. The large man had only dropped one of her hands, in order to get the clothes, and now softly squeezed her fingers before they headed to go upstairs to his room.