Locker 22

Title: Locker 22

Rating: NC17

Summary: Manni takes charge and teaches Cruz a thing or two.. yes i am trying to make sex have a meaning
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"you can't keep doing this to yourself" He fought desperately, his long fingers wrapping themselves around her wrist like a living bracelet. Eyes fighting with hers.

She turned her head away from her adding fuel to the already healthy fire.

"look at me" he ordered her, hand still clutched around her wrist.

"look at me" he requested once more. Her faliure to obey adding to his anger. Hands coming to rest against her cheek, turning her to him forcefully.

"you have people that care about you know" The words cut her like a thousand knifes. Eyes betraying the 'i don't put up with men' notion she had, had since the rape.

He noticed the sudden change in her posture the most, noticed how her chest thumped slightly louder, notice how her lips parted slightly, noticed how eyes glazed over. Anger left him.

"i care about you" he leaned in closely attempting to read her eyes. Her body lack of langauge.

His hand clasped around her wrist loosened slightly, his body pushing her against harsh cool metal. Her body followed his lead. Her right hand covering his against her wrist.

She didn't belive him.

But she did lean forward, capturing the taste of him against her lips, her eyes fluttering shut, lashes meeting cheeks.

Lips softly moving against each other. Gentle prussure, testing the waters between them. She felt her arms move on there own accord. Moving to rest around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

His hands weren't nimble. A mission in place buried in his mind. He had to make her feel, make her belive in him.

He opened his mouth slightly wider, his tounge begging for entrace as it swiped at her lips. Her mouth parting slightly allowing the kiss to deepen.

Accumulated sexual tension.

His hands pinned against her hips. Hands running through wavy ebony locks, fingers running over smooth expanses of skin beneath the hem of her black shirt. Calloused fingers caressing her lower back as he deepened the kiss.

A searing heat emitting from each other.

The moments passed as kissing became futile for the pent up feelings beneath his exterior. Eyes looking around for any sign of activity around them.

He moved slowly hands grasping at soft mounds through her shirt. Her head contacting with the cool metal of locker number 22.

The taste of her burning in his mouth, eyes transfixed on her stomach. The in and out breaths rising and lowering as she moved blindly, her eyes shut tightly.

He bowed his hand slightly, knees bending to support his weight. Light feather kisses placed against the bare skin of her torso. A sharp intake of breath as her shirt was lifted from her. The only warmth she had was from her hair which fell across her breasts, Mannis none to nimble fingers getting lost in strands of silk.

Soft stokes against her breasts provoked mewls of pleasure from Maritza as he teased her erotically. Fingers pinching and twisting at skin.

Her hand reached out to touch him. To feel him growing beneath her finger tips. His hand refuting the move.

"no.." he murmerd softly. "this is about you, not me"

Eyes remained closed as she felt hands slip beneath her waist band, the jeans falling past her hips to her ankles. The icy cold of metal against her back, the patterns the marks would leave against her when she was done.

His eyes never betrayed him as his own hands moved to his belt buckle freeing himself. He placed hands against her hips, fingers dipping below the string of her panties. pulling them free from her.

He reached for his wallet retreiving a silver packet, sliding on the latex nimbly. He stared at the beauty before him, she was so devoid of life.

He gripped at her hips running hands along her legs urging her to cross them at the base of his back. He lifted her clear of the ground. His strength unforseen as she moved against him. He walked towards the locker her bare back quivering.

He impaled himself quickly and sharply. Head coming to rest in the valley of her breasts. He moved thrusting upwards, stretching her, moving against the soft skin of her chest. Her hips moved slightly against his.

He watched the gracefull features turn relaxed as he moved inside of her, thrusting at a luxurious pace, slow and steady. Her eyes were closed.

He quickened the pace slightly, mouth parting to take hers captive. His tounge toying with hers as he contined to move.

"Maritza" he panted softly contining to move. "Please.. open your eyes"

She complied without argument, feeling him inside of her, his hands against her waist, his breathe teasing against her skin.

Eyes met as he moved, her hair waving around her shoulders loosely. Breath slightly caught in her throat.

He felt her hands snaker lower around him as he pulled out of her, the sensation of her hot hand against him sending quivers down his spine.

Lips collided unintentionally, Maritza leaning forward flush against his body, breasts rubbing against him as he moved forcefully. Feelings enduring her ego.

She felt the tremble inside of her, the quivers, the throbbing as his climax drew near.

She felt herself fall against him waves crashing against her, claiming her.

She felt the pattern of the locker frame indented in her back.

She felt loved.

Eyes exchanged the feelings of realizations, Mannis squinting shut as hands trembled against her bare hips as he came.

"i care about you" he murmered softly against her bare shoulder.

Her only response taking him by surprise. Her lips joining his in an intensfied kiss her nose coming to rest against his.

"Thank you"