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After Hours: Moonlight
by shannono
shannono@iname.com

Vignette, 17+, MSR, PWP

Summary: Adults only, please.

Thanks to Robbie, Brandon, and Lisa for beta reading.

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She wanted to do it.

So she did.

Silently, moving slowly so as not to make a single sound, she 
slipped into his apartment, smiling inside at the thought 
that even his rampant paranoia wasn't enough to protect him 
at a time like this.

Not that she thought he'd want protection from this.

Her clothes slid away noiselessly, laid carefully across the 
arm of the soft old sofa, and she walked in her bare feet 
down the short hallway. The bedroom door sat open a few 
inches, and she could see his still form in the light from 
the waning moon, his long limbs outlined against the 
discarded covers, his face turned into the pillow.

He lay on his side, his bare back turned toward her, and she 
smiled fully this time as she realized he was completely, 
gloriously naked. How easy he'd made it, she thought. Almost 
as if he knew she would come here tonight.

She glided across the floor to the edge of the bed and stood 
looking at him another few moments before slipping gracefully
onto the mattress behind him. She molded her front to his 
back, supporting herself with one arm as she wrapped the 
other around his chest.

She began placing soft, gentle kisses against the side of 
his neck, and he moaned softly, a bare whisper of sound into
the stillness. He believed it a dream at first, she knew, but
she also knew the exact moment he woke up. His body went 
rigid under her caresses, and she moved her lips to his ear 
to reassure him.

"It's me."

They were only words he needed to hear, and he relaxed
against her. He moved as if to turn toward her, but she
tightened her arm around him and spoke again. "No, stay 
there," she said. "Let me."

Her hand continued its lazy caress, stroking firmly but 
slowly across the smooth planes of his chest and stomach. 
Her mouth returned to his neck, drifted down to his shoulder,
then back up his ear.

She could feel his heart rate and breathing speed up as she 
continued, and she chose the right moment to move forward. 
Her hand ceased its aimless wandering and zeroed in on his 
right nipple, and she received another moan for her efforts, 
this one both longer and louder than before.

She circled the tender flesh with a single fingernail first,
feeling it harden and pucker, and her own body responded in 
similar fashion. She brought her thumb up and pinched gently
a few times, at the same time pushing her aching breasts to 
his back and relishing the feel of his skin against hers.

Her hand moved back across his chest, fingers swirling
through the light dusting of hair, before giving his left 
nipple the same treatment as his right. His moan was more 
ragged this time, and as she pinched and rolled, he let out 
a mild curse and bucked his hips forward, just once.

She smiled against his neck, letting him feel her mouth
against his skin, and allowed her hand to meander down
across his stomach. The muscles there jumped and twitched
beneath her touch, and he shifted restlessly as she
approached the target they both wanted her to find.

But she detoured to one side, instead running the palm 
of her hand down his left hip. He groaned in frustration, 
but she continued around to his inner thigh, pulling his leg 
up until his foot rested flat on the mattress. This position,
with his left knee raised in the air, left his legs spread 
and gave her an easier angle for her plans.

Then, finally, she lowered her hand and ran her index finger
lightly over the tip of his hard cock. His hips jerked, just
slightly, and she smiled again.

She slipped her hand past his cock this time, brushing
lightly across his balls, then cupping them carefully in her
palm. She stroked them for a few minutes, squeezing very, 
very gently and enjoying his low sounds of pleasure. 

Then she then released them and laid two fingers just below 
them, pressing in and rubbing in small circles.

He cursed again, his hands twisting into the sheet lying
next to him, and she laid her mouth against the crook of his
neck and sucked firmly, deliberately giving his overactive
imagination a foreshadowing of what that mouth could do 
elsewhere.

He was moaning almost continually by the time she let up 
with her fingers, and she moved her hand to grip his cock at 
its base. She watched her movement in the moon's glow as she 
ran her hand lightly up to the tip to gather up the liquid 
there, then stroked back down firmly, leaving him slick
and glistening. He bucked into her grip, but she kept her 
hand at the base, not moving for long moments.

Then she began working him in earnest, starting slow and
gently but gradually building in both speed and intensity.
She squeezed and stroked him from top to bottom, pausing a 
few times to rub her thumb along the underside just below 
the head.

She returned her mouth to his neck as she continued stroking
him, kissing her way up to his earlobe, pulling it into her
mouth and sucking on it firmly.

He squirmed and writhed under her assault, his cock growing 
under her hand, his hips rocking, his head twisting back 
toward her, begging for more. Incoherent sounds emerged from 
his mouth, mixtures of her name and curses and sobs.

And then his hips slowed their rhythmic movements, and he
tried to form words. "Sc ... stop ... please ... I ..."

"Shhhh," she murmured against his ear. "Let me do this now. 
This is what I want to do."

She sped up her movements, pounding her hand up and down his
cock, darting her tongue into his ear. He groaned once, long,
low, and deep; his entire body tensed; and he shouted her 
name as he came, and came.

She milked him gently, extending his orgasm, then slowed
and softened her movements into a light caress. She sprinkled
little kisses over his neck and jaw as she waited for him to
calm, enjoying the shudders racking his frame nearly as much
as the pleasant throbbing between her own legs.

And suddenly she was lying flat on her back, pinned against
the mattress by his body, both of his hands gripping hers,
holding her down. She could see his eyes in the moonlight, 
dark and dangerous, and his words sent a shudder of longing 
and desire through her.

"My turn."

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