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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,956
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1
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Florida Heat
Title: There isn't a title. Deal with it.
Rating: NC-17. Don't read this if you are under 17. I refuse to take responsibility for the corruption of any minor who disregards this warning.
Characters: Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko.
Summary: Who cares how they got there? Just enjoy the fact that they're getting laid. By each other. Basically what I mean is that this is a PWP.
A/N: Written at 2 or 3am. I'm tired and it's not edited. It's just a what-you-see-is-what-you-get thing. Enjoy!
Calleigh Duquesne unlocked the front door to her apartment and practically fell through it, dragging Eric Delko with her. Her keys slipped from her fingers as she barely remembered to kick the door shut. Unable to wait any longer, their lips fused and she felt his body press her own against the wall. She gripped at his shoulders as his hands roamed over her body, and she tore her mouth from his momentarily, tasting the salty skin of his jaw. His breath came in short bursts by her ear, tickling the tender skin. He ground his hips against her and she gasped as pleasure tore through her.
"Eric," she moaned, pushing her hands under his shirt to smooth over his chest. She let her thumbs flick over his nipples before she reached around to rake her nails down his back. He pulled away just long enough to rid himself of the bothersome shirt and then he was back, kissing her, touching her, making her body tingle over and over and over again. The next thing she knew he had her shirt up and over her head and was in the process of unhooking her bra. He tossed it away, uninterested in the flimsy piece of material once he had uncovered her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, his hands feeling cool against her hot skin. She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back against the wall as his hands, and then his mouth, lingered over the sensitive flesh.
After a moment he mumbled something but the only word she caught was "bedroom." He was right. They should be in the bedroom. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him down the hallway. Entering the room, she pushed him onto the bed and scrambled up to straddle his thighs. He smiled up at her, liking the way her hair fell over her shoulders to sweep against his chest as she leaned over him. He grabbed a lock of it and turned it up, brushing her nose with it. She giggled her patented Calleigh giggle, the one that never failed to turn him into a willing mass of muscle. She scooted down his legs, letting her hands zero in on his zipper. He watched as she carefully divested him of his remaining clothing and then stood to remove the rest of her own. She rejoined him, sliding up his body with a wiggle that was almost his undoing. Almost, but not quite. It was his turn to tease her and he did, keeping her lips occupied with his own while he let a hand trail down her stomach to settle between her legs. Moments later she climaxed, her body arching towards him and a groan low in her throat. As she relaxed, her body flushed and her eyes dazed, he reached into her nightstand. His hands were shaking as he opened the condom but his nervousness disappeared when he entered her. From that point on there was no thinking, only feeling as he looked down into her eyes and saw the unabashed pleasure that was there. He watched in fascination as she gave herself up to the sensations and he lost control as her second climax spurred his own.
They lay together for a moment, panting, and then she chuckled a bit. He chuckled too, disengaging himself from her limbs and rolling over to lay next to her. He pulled her close, letting her snuggle up to his chest.
"Calleigh?" he asked.
"Hmm?" She sounded sleepy.
"Whatever happened to the 'no midnight tiptoe' rule?"
His only answer was a small snore.
Rating: NC-17. Don't read this if you are under 17. I refuse to take responsibility for the corruption of any minor who disregards this warning.
Characters: Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko.
Summary: Who cares how they got there? Just enjoy the fact that they're getting laid. By each other. Basically what I mean is that this is a PWP.
A/N: Written at 2 or 3am. I'm tired and it's not edited. It's just a what-you-see-is-what-you-get thing. Enjoy!
Calleigh Duquesne unlocked the front door to her apartment and practically fell through it, dragging Eric Delko with her. Her keys slipped from her fingers as she barely remembered to kick the door shut. Unable to wait any longer, their lips fused and she felt his body press her own against the wall. She gripped at his shoulders as his hands roamed over her body, and she tore her mouth from his momentarily, tasting the salty skin of his jaw. His breath came in short bursts by her ear, tickling the tender skin. He ground his hips against her and she gasped as pleasure tore through her.
"Eric," she moaned, pushing her hands under his shirt to smooth over his chest. She let her thumbs flick over his nipples before she reached around to rake her nails down his back. He pulled away just long enough to rid himself of the bothersome shirt and then he was back, kissing her, touching her, making her body tingle over and over and over again. The next thing she knew he had her shirt up and over her head and was in the process of unhooking her bra. He tossed it away, uninterested in the flimsy piece of material once he had uncovered her breasts. He cupped them in his palms, his hands feeling cool against her hot skin. She sucked in a breath and leaned her head back against the wall as his hands, and then his mouth, lingered over the sensitive flesh.
After a moment he mumbled something but the only word she caught was "bedroom." He was right. They should be in the bedroom. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him down the hallway. Entering the room, she pushed him onto the bed and scrambled up to straddle his thighs. He smiled up at her, liking the way her hair fell over her shoulders to sweep against his chest as she leaned over him. He grabbed a lock of it and turned it up, brushing her nose with it. She giggled her patented Calleigh giggle, the one that never failed to turn him into a willing mass of muscle. She scooted down his legs, letting her hands zero in on his zipper. He watched as she carefully divested him of his remaining clothing and then stood to remove the rest of her own. She rejoined him, sliding up his body with a wiggle that was almost his undoing. Almost, but not quite. It was his turn to tease her and he did, keeping her lips occupied with his own while he let a hand trail down her stomach to settle between her legs. Moments later she climaxed, her body arching towards him and a groan low in her throat. As she relaxed, her body flushed and her eyes dazed, he reached into her nightstand. His hands were shaking as he opened the condom but his nervousness disappeared when he entered her. From that point on there was no thinking, only feeling as he looked down into her eyes and saw the unabashed pleasure that was there. He watched in fascination as she gave herself up to the sensations and he lost control as her second climax spurred his own.
They lay together for a moment, panting, and then she chuckled a bit. He chuckled too, disengaging himself from her limbs and rolling over to lay next to her. He pulled her close, letting her snuggle up to his chest.
"Calleigh?" he asked.
"Hmm?" She sounded sleepy.
"Whatever happened to the 'no midnight tiptoe' rule?"
His only answer was a small snore.