No Words, No Sight
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Adult ++
Chapters:
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3,171
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Action!
***ACTION!***
~She’s back ~ he thought, as he went through the next set of offensive movements with the marines who had gathered in the Gym for the daily training session.
This was not the first time he had felt her eyes on him as he sparred with the men. Many of Atlantis’ inmates had taken to coming to the training sessions to observe him as he trained the men. At first it had been distracting to have non-combatants crowding the wings, but Sheppard had explained that most Earthlings found his prowess phenomenal and were amazed at how easily he could defeat numerous targets. He had learned to ignore their curious eyes…but not hers. He could feel them on him…assessing him…wanting him.
The first time he realized that he was being watched hungrily, he had scanned the crowd of onlookers, trying to identify the individual who had penetrated his concentration so effectively. He wasn’t surprised that he had felt the difference in ‘her’ gaze…yes, he had recognized that much. His admirer was female. Years of running from the Wraith had sharpened his senses to a razor’s edge and those ‘other’ senses that baffled the others, had saved him more than one time. He trusted those senses when they told him he had caught the eye of one of the City’s females.
She had been watching him for two weeks now, his secret admirer, two weeks of intense probing looks. It was as if she tried to read his soul, to determine if he was worthy of her attention. He had long since gotten used to her; in fact he came to expect her presence, to look forward to the lust she projected. She never came when they had small group sessions; only when the crowd could hide her…conceal her. He had given up on finding out her identity; in fact he suspected that if he knew for sure who she was, it would cause complications. No, this way was better. He could enjoy her hot looks and fantasize about which of Atlantis’ inhabitants was lusting so greedily for him.
The pressure of her eyes left him a short while before the final flurry of moves and counter moves. Ronon wasn’t surprised, she always left before the session ended, perhaps fearing that he would identify her if his full attention was set to the task. He knew she had realized that he sensed her watching him; he could feel her desire every time he flexed his arms before presenting himself for the next counter move by his opponent. She knew that the flexing was for her benefit, she knew that he wanted her to want him; and yet she never revealed her identity.
*~*~*
Restless…so very restless. Off world activity had been suspended while the scientists ran their Gate diagnostics, but in the meantime he was restless! It was always difficult for him, these ‘down-times’ as Sheppard called them. He was accustomed to always being on the move, never one place for more than a day. Sparring with the men kept him active during the day, but at night…it was difficult.
Giving up the attempt to sleep, Ronon rose silently from the low platform and paused only long enough to pull on loose baggy pants before leaving the room. He headed to his favorite balcony, a location that provided a view of the rising moon. The halls of Atlantis were almost deserted at these hours, and no one was abroad to mark his passage.
Ronon leaned across the balcony, contemplating the waning moon. The first time he had seen it, he had been reminded of Sateda. Luria, the largest moon of Sateda had a similar look to it, and the same pinkish glow seemed to radiate from its surface. Thinking about Sateda always seemed to soothe his restless spirit, making him think back to a time when he had dreams of a family and a home of his own.
*~*~*
He felt her presence before she touched him. She had made no sound as she approached, yet his heightened senses had alerted him to her presence.
“Shhhh,” she said softly, as her hands reached around to cover his eyes.
The message was clear. No words, no sight. He nodded his acquiescence and she slid her hands away from his eyes, trusting him not to look at her. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she stood behind him. He made no move to turn around and waited patiently to see what she would do. He could here a rustling sound behind him and yet she seemed to make no other move.
The feel of her naked breasts being pressed to his back, startled him and he gasped at the warm contact. He could feel her taut, pebble-like nipples, scraping across his back as she reached around to run the palms of her hands across his bare chest and down his abdomen. She rained soft kisses across his back and allowed her questing hands to drift over the bulging front of his loose pants. He made no attempt to stop her exploration of his body and allowed her to push down the waistband of his pants as she grasped his hardening length.
Ronon threw back his head in pleasure as she slid her hand up and down his straining flesh. He could hear her ragged breathing behind him, signaling her own excitement. He longed to turn around and crush her to his body, yet he knew that he dare not break their pact. No words, no sight!
“Shhhh,” she said again, as she put one of her hands over his eyes and urged him to turn around. No words, no sight; the message was clear.
He did as she asked and kept his eyes closed as he turned towards her. He felt her nipples brush against his chest as she reached up to draw his head down. Her groan at the contact brought a smile to his lips as he bent his head at her urging. Warm, firm lips covered his in a moist kiss designed to tease. With a groan of his own he grabbed her waist and drew her closer as he deepened the kiss. His plunging tongue caressed hers and he rained hot kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking gently on the vein that throbbed insistently at her neck. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her against his throbbing cock, grinding his hips against her center in a lazy rhythm that caused her to tremble as she tried to devour his tongue with her hungry kisses.
He felt her pushing away, and instantly released her. She had set the rules and he complied to her every urging. He felt her hands on his pants again and he waited for her to make her intentions clear. He knew she wanted him, and he was ready to satisfy them both.
*~*~*
Her warm mouth closing on his engorged flesh almost startled him into opening his eyes. He had felt her drawing down his pants and sliding her hands along his engorged length, but he had not expected her to envelop his flesh in her mouth. Nevertheless he recovered quickly and reached out his hands to brace them on the railing of the balcony, as his legs seemed to weaken in response to her actions.
She caressed his cock with her mouth, making him shudder with every stroke of her tongue and nip of her teeth. The warm, moist recesses of her mouth brought back memories of what it was like to make love to a woman. He hadn’t done that since he began ‘Running’ seven years ago; he wasn’t sure he remembered everything about satisfying a woman. This woman though…he wanted to satisfy her the way she was satisfying him. He wanted to make her whimper and moan in ecstasy, the way she was making him moan breathlessly. He could hear himself crying out in Satedan, and the language sounding strange to even him after so long of not hearing it.
He could feel his orgasm building and building, threatening to rise up and consume him. He tried to push her away, but she batted at his hands and continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She licked and sucked his pulsating length, until with a groan he allowed the orgasm to wash over him, just barely missing her face, as she finally, reluctantly, pulled away.
It took several minutes for him to recover his senses and become aware of his surroundings once more. He knew immediately that she had slipped away as he was crying out his release. He finally opened his eyes and looked around. He was indeed alone. It was as if the past half hour had never happened…except the sated feeling washing over him, and the pants bunched up around his ankles, told a different story.
She had been there; she had pleasured him and then left. He knew she’d be back though, after all, she hadn’t found release. He’d be ready when she came; he’d make her feel as much pleasure as she had made him feel. He’d make her scream with ecstasy. He’d make her scream out his name as she stared deeply into his eyes, and, to hell with ‘no words, no sight’!
TBC
~She’s back ~ he thought, as he went through the next set of offensive movements with the marines who had gathered in the Gym for the daily training session.
This was not the first time he had felt her eyes on him as he sparred with the men. Many of Atlantis’ inmates had taken to coming to the training sessions to observe him as he trained the men. At first it had been distracting to have non-combatants crowding the wings, but Sheppard had explained that most Earthlings found his prowess phenomenal and were amazed at how easily he could defeat numerous targets. He had learned to ignore their curious eyes…but not hers. He could feel them on him…assessing him…wanting him.
The first time he realized that he was being watched hungrily, he had scanned the crowd of onlookers, trying to identify the individual who had penetrated his concentration so effectively. He wasn’t surprised that he had felt the difference in ‘her’ gaze…yes, he had recognized that much. His admirer was female. Years of running from the Wraith had sharpened his senses to a razor’s edge and those ‘other’ senses that baffled the others, had saved him more than one time. He trusted those senses when they told him he had caught the eye of one of the City’s females.
She had been watching him for two weeks now, his secret admirer, two weeks of intense probing looks. It was as if she tried to read his soul, to determine if he was worthy of her attention. He had long since gotten used to her; in fact he came to expect her presence, to look forward to the lust she projected. She never came when they had small group sessions; only when the crowd could hide her…conceal her. He had given up on finding out her identity; in fact he suspected that if he knew for sure who she was, it would cause complications. No, this way was better. He could enjoy her hot looks and fantasize about which of Atlantis’ inhabitants was lusting so greedily for him.
The pressure of her eyes left him a short while before the final flurry of moves and counter moves. Ronon wasn’t surprised, she always left before the session ended, perhaps fearing that he would identify her if his full attention was set to the task. He knew she had realized that he sensed her watching him; he could feel her desire every time he flexed his arms before presenting himself for the next counter move by his opponent. She knew that the flexing was for her benefit, she knew that he wanted her to want him; and yet she never revealed her identity.
*~*~*
Restless…so very restless. Off world activity had been suspended while the scientists ran their Gate diagnostics, but in the meantime he was restless! It was always difficult for him, these ‘down-times’ as Sheppard called them. He was accustomed to always being on the move, never one place for more than a day. Sparring with the men kept him active during the day, but at night…it was difficult.
Giving up the attempt to sleep, Ronon rose silently from the low platform and paused only long enough to pull on loose baggy pants before leaving the room. He headed to his favorite balcony, a location that provided a view of the rising moon. The halls of Atlantis were almost deserted at these hours, and no one was abroad to mark his passage.
Ronon leaned across the balcony, contemplating the waning moon. The first time he had seen it, he had been reminded of Sateda. Luria, the largest moon of Sateda had a similar look to it, and the same pinkish glow seemed to radiate from its surface. Thinking about Sateda always seemed to soothe his restless spirit, making him think back to a time when he had dreams of a family and a home of his own.
*~*~*
He felt her presence before she touched him. She had made no sound as she approached, yet his heightened senses had alerted him to her presence.
“Shhhh,” she said softly, as her hands reached around to cover his eyes.
The message was clear. No words, no sight. He nodded his acquiescence and she slid her hands away from his eyes, trusting him not to look at her. He could feel the heat radiating from her body as she stood behind him. He made no move to turn around and waited patiently to see what she would do. He could here a rustling sound behind him and yet she seemed to make no other move.
The feel of her naked breasts being pressed to his back, startled him and he gasped at the warm contact. He could feel her taut, pebble-like nipples, scraping across his back as she reached around to run the palms of her hands across his bare chest and down his abdomen. She rained soft kisses across his back and allowed her questing hands to drift over the bulging front of his loose pants. He made no attempt to stop her exploration of his body and allowed her to push down the waistband of his pants as she grasped his hardening length.
Ronon threw back his head in pleasure as she slid her hand up and down his straining flesh. He could hear her ragged breathing behind him, signaling her own excitement. He longed to turn around and crush her to his body, yet he knew that he dare not break their pact. No words, no sight!
“Shhhh,” she said again, as she put one of her hands over his eyes and urged him to turn around. No words, no sight; the message was clear.
He did as she asked and kept his eyes closed as he turned towards her. He felt her nipples brush against his chest as she reached up to draw his head down. Her groan at the contact brought a smile to his lips as he bent his head at her urging. Warm, firm lips covered his in a moist kiss designed to tease. With a groan of his own he grabbed her waist and drew her closer as he deepened the kiss. His plunging tongue caressed hers and he rained hot kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking gently on the vein that throbbed insistently at her neck. He grabbed her buttocks and lifted her against his throbbing cock, grinding his hips against her center in a lazy rhythm that caused her to tremble as she tried to devour his tongue with her hungry kisses.
He felt her pushing away, and instantly released her. She had set the rules and he complied to her every urging. He felt her hands on his pants again and he waited for her to make her intentions clear. He knew she wanted him, and he was ready to satisfy them both.
*~*~*
Her warm mouth closing on his engorged flesh almost startled him into opening his eyes. He had felt her drawing down his pants and sliding her hands along his engorged length, but he had not expected her to envelop his flesh in her mouth. Nevertheless he recovered quickly and reached out his hands to brace them on the railing of the balcony, as his legs seemed to weaken in response to her actions.
She caressed his cock with her mouth, making him shudder with every stroke of her tongue and nip of her teeth. The warm, moist recesses of her mouth brought back memories of what it was like to make love to a woman. He hadn’t done that since he began ‘Running’ seven years ago; he wasn’t sure he remembered everything about satisfying a woman. This woman though…he wanted to satisfy her the way she was satisfying him. He wanted to make her whimper and moan in ecstasy, the way she was making him moan breathlessly. He could hear himself crying out in Satedan, and the language sounding strange to even him after so long of not hearing it.
He could feel his orgasm building and building, threatening to rise up and consume him. He tried to push her away, but she batted at his hands and continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She licked and sucked his pulsating length, until with a groan he allowed the orgasm to wash over him, just barely missing her face, as she finally, reluctantly, pulled away.
It took several minutes for him to recover his senses and become aware of his surroundings once more. He knew immediately that she had slipped away as he was crying out his release. He finally opened his eyes and looked around. He was indeed alone. It was as if the past half hour had never happened…except the sated feeling washing over him, and the pants bunched up around his ankles, told a different story.
She had been there; she had pleasured him and then left. He knew she’d be back though, after all, she hadn’t found release. He’d be ready when she came; he’d make her feel as much pleasure as she had made him feel. He’d make her scream with ecstasy. He’d make her scream out his name as she stared deeply into his eyes, and, to hell with ‘no words, no sight’!
TBC