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"Are you sure you want to finish that sentence?” she asked. She crawled onto the bed and planted herself on his lap. “Because I’m really not in the mood to repeat myself, Leopold.”
“Ah, yeah. Yup. I can see that,” he breathed. “I’ll just stop talking now, how’s that sound?”
She suspected the grin she gave him was slightly on the feral side. “It sounds fabulous.”
Jemma rolled her hips forward and shuddered. He was already rock-hard. Fuck.
“You’re always ready to make me feel good, aren’t you?” she rasped. She slid her knees further apart to press her core firmly against his cock, and swore under her breath. She could feel every inch of him, even though the layers of clothing still separating them, and it was making her almost delirious with desire.
“Yes, always,” Fitz breathed. He looked up at her with hazy, pleading eyes. “It’s what I was made for,” he added pointedly.
Oh.
Her breath hitched as a thrill ran up her spine. Was he in that kind of mood?
God, she fucking hoped so.
She shifted her weight back until she was resting on his thighs and searched his face carefully, asking the question with small arch of her brow. He gave her a little nod, and she couldn’t help but break into a wide, giddy grin.
So he was in that kind of mood, then. Her pulse thundered and her body responded in kind. She was more than happy to indulge him.
She leaned forward and raked her fingers through his hair. “It is what you’re made for, isn’t it?” she volleyed, pitching her voice low in a way she knew would drive him mad. She flexed her fingers against his scalp, carefully tugging on his curls. “My little plaything,” she murmured. “So eager to please.”
Fitz whimpered as his hands flew to the back of her thighs, fingers digging into the tender skin just below her arse, and the sharp pinch forced her to bite back a whimper of her own. There would be bruises in the morning, which thrilled her to no end. She loved it when his control slipped and he marked her up. Seeing evidence of their lovemaking scattered across her skin never failed to trigger a deep, almost primal satisfaction inside of her.
It also meant that she could punish him a little bit. He knew the rules of playtime. No marks unless she said so.
(Of course, a little punishment was clearly what he had be angling for. Who was she to deny him?)
She tightened her grip on his hair and stretched his head back just enough to expose his throat. “Did I say you could touch me yet?” she hissed against the shell of his ear. She nipped at his earlobe and tugged on his hair. “I really thought you were smarter than that, Leo.”
He immediately released his grip on her skin and dropped his hands to the mattress. “I’m sorry…couldn’t help myself,” he managed to grind out. He arched his head back further against the mattress, forcing Jemma to pull his hair even tighter. “Just so fucking beautiful, Jem.”
A different kind of warmth suddenly flooded her veins, and she very nearly dropped the game in favor of burying her face against his neck and bawling. She hadn’t had the easiest time accepting the rapid changes pregnancy had wrought on her body, and yet Fitz still looked at her like she was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
How was he this sweet and perfect?
Jemma took a deep breath and forced herself to pull it together. It was overwhelming, really, how much she loved this man. The least she could do was reward him by making him feel like a filthy whore.
She leaned over him again, purposefully hovering a bare breast just above his parted lips. “I can use you however I please, isn’t that right?” she murmured. “You’d let me do anything to you.”
“Yes,” he breathed out immediately. “Anything.” His eyes were already glassy and a little unfocused, and she knew he was doing everything in his power not to lift his head and suck her nipple into his mouth. “Fuck, Jemma, anything you want.”
She could feel it in the way his muscles were shaking beneath her body how hard he was trying to behave himself for her, and fresh flood of arousal soaked her knickers.
“Anything I want,” she repeated softly. “Well, I don’t even know where to begin. The possibilities are innumerable, really.” She cupped her breast and slowly lowered herself until the hardened peak of her nipple was barely grazing his bottom lip. “But maybe I should start with this filthy mouth of yours.”
He made a quiet, eager noise at the back of his throat, but otherwise stayed perfectly still and silent as she began slowly tracing the outline of his mouth with the tip of her breast. As she neared the space where his lips were parted, and she watched with dark eyes as he nearly darted his tongue out to lick at her before catching himself at the last moment. He squeezed his eyes shut with a soft groan and resumed lying as still as he could manage while she teased her nipple against his beautiful mouth.
Oh, he really was being so very, very good. She shivered as his warm breath ghosted over her areola, sending a wave of gooseflesh erupting over her entire body, and she suddenly wasn’t sure who was being tortured more.
She sat up quickly, pulling her breast away from his mouth and relishing the quiet whine that escaped his lips at the sudden loss of contact.
“Don’t move and don’t speak,” she warned as she swung her legs over the side of the mattress and stood at the side of the bed. She hooked her thumbs along the side of her sleep shorts and knickers and roughly pulled them down and off.
And just as she had anticipated, he didn’t listen.
(Splendid.)
“Jesus, Jemma,” he groaned, propping himself up on both elbows and staring at her bare cunt like a starving man. “Fuck, baby. Please."
She shivered. She loved it when he begged. And more importantly, he knew it how much she loved it when he begged. God, he was so good to her. She was going to break him in half.
“Please what, Fitz?” Jemma asked innocently. She dipped her fingers between her folds and shuddered. Oh god, she was so, so wet, her clit was throbbing in time with her pulse, and if she wasn’t careful she was going to come before she had a chance to ruin him properly.
She carefully slid two fingers into her pussy and began slicking them in and out at a leisurely pace- one that was at complete odds with what her body was craving, but a necessary measure in order to pull herself back from the brink.
Fitz groaned and shifted his hips, the movement pulling his clothing more tightly around his erection, and her pussy clenched as she drank in the outline of his cock. “Please let me fuck you,” he pleaded, his eyes never leaving her cunt as she continued to slowly finger herself. “I can make you feel so good, Jem. Please.”
She inhaled sharply and very nearly gave in, because fuck … she knew exactly all the ways he could make her feel good, and her body was absolutely screaming for it.
She also knew that wasn’t what he actually wanted. If it was, he would have given her his safe word, and she sure as hell didn’t hear the phrase tritium luminescence anywhere in those statements.
Jemma gave him a little smile and slowly ran her free hand down her belly. “I know what you can do, darling, but that’s not the point now, is it?” she purred, trailing her fingers lower until she was just grazing her clit. She immediately closed her eyes on contact and bit her lip.
She wasn't going to last long, that much was clear.
She took a moment to gather herself and forced her eyes open, locking her gaze on her husband. If the desperate look on his face and the way his trousers were positively strangling his cock were any indication, he wasn’t going to last long either.
(A small part of her hoped he would come before she did. Some of the punishments they had agreed upon in the event of that happening were spectacularly inventive and incredibly hot. The larger part, however, was demanding an orgasm before somebody got hurt.)
She exhaled and carefully removed her fingers from her body, forcing herself not to whine at the aching loss she felt. Fitz wanted her to be in control, and she wasn’t going to let this blasted inferno of pregnancy hormones stand in the way of giving him what he craved.
“The point is, I gave you two directions,” she continued, her voice a little wobbly though she doubted he noticed as she held up the fingers that she had just been fucking. She angled her hand toward the lamplight for good measure, just so he could really appreciate how shiny and slick they were. “And you ignored both of those directions, Fitz.”
His eyes were practically black, staring at the dampness on her fingers, and she watched as he sucked in a shaky breath. “I know, baby, I’m sorry,” he croaked. His voice was so fucking rough and laced with desperation. She loved it.
Jemma took a few steps toward the head of the bed. “I know you are, sweetheart,” she soothed. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you broke the rules.” She reached her fingers toward his mouth and slowly smeared her arousal along his bottom lip. “What am I to do with you?”
He slammed his eyes shut and made a choking noise, as if he was about to answer and then thought better of it. The way his jaw trembled indicated that he was grinding his teeth, likely a last ditch effort not to suck her fingers into his mouth.
Well, she couldn’t have him breaking a tooth. She wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for a dentist in deep space.
“Open up,” she commanded softly, prodding his lips apart with her fingertips and granting him a small mercy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his hips jump off the mattress as he obeyed her request, relaxing his jaw and letting his mouth fall open. His eyes stayed closed and he remained still, waiting for her next directive.
She took a moment to survey the scene she had set and. He looked so beautiful like this -fully dressed, arms at his sides, lips parted, chest heaving, and muscles so tense that she could see the mattress quivering beneath him. And it was all for her.
“Look at me, Leo,” she demanded hoarsely, and he immediately blinked his eyes open, staring up at her with such a heady mixture of lust, adoration, and eagerness that her knees nearly buckled on the spot.
It was a look that said he was hers for the taking, and she couldn't wait to take advantage of his wordless offer.
“I asked you a question,” she whispered, and she wasn’t even trying to control the tremor in her voice anymore. She was too far gone. They both were.
He blinked up at her. “I…you did?” he panted. His grip on the duvet tightened to the point where his shoulders were beginning to shake, and oh, he was so close to where she wanted him. So very close.
She slid her finger past his lips and gently grazed the tip of his tongue. “Mm-hmm,” she hummed. “I believe I asked what I should do with you. It wasn’t a rhetorical question, Fitz.”
He closed his eyes with a moan, and she allowed him to gently suck on her fingertip for a few blissful seconds before withdrawing her hand from his mouth. She cupped his jaw and angled his face so he was looking her square in the eye.
“Tell me what I should do, Fitz,” she repeated. Her heart was hammering, her legs were shaking, and she was riding the razor’s edge right there with him. “I told you not to move and not to speak, yet you did it anyway.”
She released his jaw and smoothed her hand down his throat, resting her palm lightly against his suprasternal notch. “How can I help you learn your lesson, my darling?”
She felt his pulse jump against her hand.
“Use my mouth,” he blurted out, the words tumbling from his lips in an eager rush. “I won’t be able to talk with my tongue buried in your cunt.”
Fuck.
All the willpower in the universe wouldn’t have been enough to stop the whine that tore from her throat. Her clit throbbed and her pussy ached and suddenly she couldn’t climb on top of him fast enough.
“Is this punishment, though?” Jemma gasped, planting her hands on the wall behind them to steady herself as she swung her leg over his upper body. She scooted forward a bit until her knees were bracketing his shoulders, and quickly gripped his hair with one hand. “I’m not so sure it is, Fitz,” she continued, tugged his head back far enough so she could see his face past her pregnant belly. “You’re so desperate for my cunt, I think you would say anything to have a taste of it.”
“I won’t move either,” he gasped. “I’ll stay just like this, I won’t touch myself. It - Christ , Jemma, it hurts so much.” He grimaced, and she felt him shift his hips behind her, likely an attempt to relieve the pressure of his trousers against his cock. “It hurts so much, baby, but I won’t move. I promise.”
Beads of sweat were dotting his forehead, and the look on his face indicated that he was, indeed, terribly uncomfortable. And though he hadn’t used his safe word, but Jemma didn’t feel comfortable pushing him any further.
She could, however, broker a compromise that surely would benefit them both in the long run.
“You’re no good to me if you’re in too much pain, my love,” she murmured. She smoothed her hand over his damp forehead and sighed. “How are you supposed to focus on eating my pussy if all you can think about is your aching prick?”
Fitz swallowed heavily. “I can do it,” he said a bit weakly, but she could see relief flicker in his eyes. He still struggled with recognizing his own limits (something that was simply part of his personality and not exclusive to their bedroom activities) and Jemma’s role as his partner was to recognize when he was nearing his breaking point and gently guide him back to safety.
“Oh, Fitz. Sweetheart.” She leaned down to gently brush her lips against his, and quickly pulled away before he had the chance to kiss her back. “Shut your fucking mouth and take your cock out.”
Any other time she might have laughed at the speed in which he reached behind her to undo his belt if she weren’t as desperately and painfully aroused as he was.
She looked over her shoulder, watching with absolutely zero shame as he pushed the waist of his trousers and pants just low enough to make room for his hand and pull his cock free. The sigh of relief he released was so deep that it nearly knocked her off his chest.
Her thighs shook a little as she watched him run his hand up his length and swipe his thumb over his slit, smearing precum all over the head of his prick. God, he was so hard, and she ached at the sight- so much so that she nearly abandoned her original plan to get off on his tongue in favor of turning around and impaling herself on his cock.
But then he moved his hands up to cup her arse and pull her toward his face, and she remember why she had planted this “punishment” in his head in the first place.
The first swipe of his tongue through her folds sent a bolt of white hot pleasure rocketing through her core, and for the second time in less than a minute she nearly lost her balance. She gasped and shot her arms forward, catching herself against the headboard at the last moment.
(Of the myriad of surprises pregnancy had gifted her with, the one that caught her off guard most often was what it had done to her center of gravity. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to it.)
She gritted her teeth and adjusted her body accordingly, searching for the perfect angle that would both maximize her pleasure and minimize the chance of accidentally suffocating her husband. She carefully leaned back, just enough to regain control of her balance, and flexed her hips toward his mouth.
The effect was instantaneous. She felt herself spread open fully, and Fitz wasted no time in taking advantage of all the newly exposed skin at his disposal. He gripped her arse tighter and pulled her down against his mouth, tongue and lips landing directly on her clit.
“Oh, fuck - yes, right there,” she gasped out, doing her best to hold her position as he worked her over in a way that would have her coming in no time. Which was exactly what she needed. There was no sense in trying to delay her pleasure any longer than she needed to, particularly since she had no plans to stop at only one orgasm.
He splayed his hands out wider, sliding them down her arse until the tips of his fingers were teasing the lips of her pussy while he licked and sucked at her clit, and within seconds she was cursing brokenly and shaking apart against his face, every muscle in her body clenching and releasing in powerful waves of ecstasy.
She could feel her release pulsing out of her, soaking his chin and dripping down his throat, and she knew that was more than enough to put him right up to the edge, and fuck, she hoped it did. He had done such a wonderful job making her feel so good, and she wanted nothing more than to watch him come as hard as she just had.
He dug his fingers into her slick skin and groaned against her cunt, and oh…oh fuck. The muffled vibration against her clit sent her skyrocketing into another orgasm, one that she was absolutely not prepared for. She nearly collapsed again, and used every last ounce of strength she had to lock her arms against the wall as the air in her lungs exploded from her throat in the form of a broken wail and the name of a deity she didn’t believe in.
With her pulse roaring in her ears and the harsh sounds of her own breathing filling the room, she barely registered the significance of the strangled grunt from between her legs, and she returned to hazy awareness just in time to feel his hot release splattering against her lower back.
She scooted away from his mouth so she could watch his face as he rode out his orgasm. He gasped and shuddered, releasing several more jets of come against her back and arse before his body went slack beneath her weight.
She looked down at her thighs in a daze, where she could clearly see that both of his hands were still cupped beneath her flesh.
She blinked. He had come without touching himself.
Holy fuck.
She shuddered as his come dripped down her back in warm rivulets, sliding between the cheeks of her arse and pooling between her cunt and his chest. As he came down from his high, he began absently swiping his fingers through their combined release and over her folds, and that was all it took for the fire to be lit anew.
She had initially thought she would be splitting herself open on his cock and riding her way to at least one more orgasm, but in light of recent events, she quickly altered her mental blueprint into one that was going to be even hotter.
She reached down between her legs and grabbed his chin. His stubble was soaked with her arousal. She shivered.
“Did I say you could come?” she whispered. Her breaths were still coming out in tiny gasps, and she imagined her pupils must have been just as blown as his were.
He shook his head. “No, you - I’m sorry,” he said, looking as dazed and surprised as she felt. His voice was so rough, and his chest was heaving between her thighs. “Couldn’t stop it, I tried, but -”
“But you thought you could come all over me like I was some common slut?” she breathed. Her own words sent another chill of desire through her. She filed that away for the next time they played like this, when they could reverse roles and he could paint his come all over every inch of her skin should he so desire.
He swallowed heavily as his eyes darkened, and she could tell he was picturing the same scenario. She shivered. She loved it when they were on the same page.
Another time, for sure. But for now....
"Does your come belong on my back, Fitz?" she demanded hoarsely. She settled her weight further back on his chest and toyed with the collar of his soaked shirt. "Is that what you think?"
He shook his head with an almost comical amount of vigor. "No, it doesn't. I know it doesn't," he whispered. He was staring at her cunt, and he licked his lips absently.
Her arousal ratcheted back up, and she was veering back into desperate territory. She hoped he was too.
"And where does it belong, my darling?" She scooted off of him, stretching out on her side with her back toward him. She would have preferred facedown for what she had in mind, but her belly simply wasn't going to permit it. Side-lying would have to do.
He was already curled around her, rubbing his hand between her shoulder blades. "It belongs inside of you," he murmured, leaning over and pressing the words against the shell of her ear.
She wiggled against his touch. "That's right," she whimpered. Her heart was thundering again, her breathing turning harsh as he trailed his hand down her spine, running his palm through the sticky release coating her backside. She felt him gather his come with his fingers before gently slicking them between her thighs.
She cunt throbbed and she couldn't wait another moment.
"Clean up your mess, Leo," she gasped out, pushing back against where he had began circling the entrance of her cunt with the tips of his fingers.
He buried his face against her neck and, with a broken moan, did exactly as he was told.