DameSansMerci's Short, Sweet, N' Smutties-- NC-17 Fics

[DameSansMerci]

Author: DameSansMerci
All copyrights belong to DameSansMerci.
Distribution: Not without written permission.
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: Smut, smut, and more smut!
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My Waking Dream

I come to her in the night, wearing nothing but a red satin ribbon about my neck. She's lying on the bed, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt that's far too thin and revealing for modesty. For a moment, I stand by the side of her bed, stroking her hair away from her face while she sighs softly as she sleeps. That raven-dark black hair that curls around my fingers when I touch it...it slips through my hands like waves flowing back out to sea, and I intentionally lean down to blow a strand away from her mouth. She stirs, her entire body arching upwards as her lips open to give out a little moan. I softly kiss the side of her mouth, lightly, and wait for her to turn to me in her sleep. Our lips meet, a hot, searing moment...she opens her eyes, heavy-lidded with sleep and smoldering desire. I'm inflamed now. I bend down to raise the shirt inch by inch, uncovering caramel-colored skin just begging to be kissed and sucked. Her hands are in my hair before I know it...I'm wrenching the t-shirt over her head like her skin's touch will sooth the burning of my flesh. It only intensifies it.

I rush to cover every inch of her with kisses, caresses, and searing breaths that tingle her skin and raise the goosebumps that I love to lick in long strokes. She's panting now, and I find myself wet and unable to resist dipping my fingers into her fragrant center. The warmth washes over my fingers, and I feel as if I am sampling her with my mouth already. Her lips form a perfect "o" shape as she begins to push my head down lower and lower, towards her ever-increasing wetness. I oblige, but only slowly, just to tease her and make her wait for me. Although I've had her so many times that she knows the rules by now, she still begs me to cut to the chase. Oh, but I love the temptation, the utter power of leaving her helpless beneath my caresses. I luxuriate in it for untold moments, causing her to perspire and her fragrance to intensify a hundred-fold.

Now is the moment, if ever there was one. My hands descend their way to her thighs, where she willingly obliges me by opening her legs further apart. Everything is soft here, in these gentle, dipping mounds and crevices of coffee-brown and pink. My cheek presses against her thigh, while my tongue seeks her out with a flick like a plea. Suddenly, her hips are flying into the air, and I'm winding my arms around her thighs to hold her still. She's at once pulling me into her and trying to evade my grasp, to no avail. In a pleasure too intense for bearing but too sweet for forsaking, she's biting her pillow and trying hard not to scream as she climbs higher and higher into ecstasy.

My own body is begging for release, but I won't let up until she's had her fill. She thrusts her body against my moist mouth again and again, tossing, turning in her fervor, all the while trapped by my steady tongue and firm arms. The licks begin to intensify on her bundle of nerves, and she begins to arch her back and give little cries of despair, wanting release immediately, yet wanting the feeling to never end. I give her several more short licks, then one long, savory stroke from the bottom of her core to the top. Then she's coming into my mouth, flooding me with the most intense pleasure I've ever known, filling me with her taste and her smell, pulsing her love and passion into my body with every ounce of her being. She gives a few lingering, softer cries as I begin to take her down, light flicks sending sparks of ecstasy through both of us. She places her hand atop my head, silently telling me to stop.

I look up, our eyes meet. She's the perfect picture of unconditional love and utmost beauty. She smiles for the first time since we began, and pulls me into her arms for a leisurely kiss. Our lips part, our souls remain connected, and she cradles me in her arms and strokes my hair sweetly. I am reminded by a throbbing between my legs that I have not yet been satisfied, but that can wait. For now, we are both exhausted, and sleep is our only recourse. I drift off to dream in her loving arms, knowing that when I wake up, or perhaps even before, she will be ready and more than willing to repay me for this night's endeavors.

[DameSansMerci]

And the follow-up...same disclaimer applies.
Rating: Definitely still NC-17 :D:D

A Midnight Swim

It's midnight on our first evening at the beach. The bed covers are rumpled and dangling haphazardly off the bed, evidence of just how glad we were to get out of the car after the long drive and stretch our limbs and libidos. It wouldn't have been so late if we hadn't taken that wrong turn off the interstate to get those couple of mochas. We lost damned near three hours trying to find our way back out of the sprawling North Carolina farmlands and sparsely populated towns. We bickered the whole time, each unwilling to admit that we'd missed the sign back to the interstate. Even after makeup sex, I still feel like a cavern is forming between the two of us. She's gone into the bathroom now. I'm lying in bed staring at the white stucco ceiling, wondering how I'll ever get to sleep with her lying beside me all night, breathing her faint sighs and smelling faintly of soap and lovemaking and jasmine flowers. She opens the rickety bathroom door and flounces out, an unexpectedly energetic apparition at this late an hour. She's wearing a men's red Oxford and khaki shorts, her hair a wild mass of glossy curls whipping around her face as she cocks her head at me and stares, dark-eyed.

"Come with me to the pool," she says, in a tone like velvet brushing satin, not asking, but demanding compliance. My mouth gapes open for fully a second, and then I'm grabbing my two-piece suit and changing as fast as I possibly can.

She takes me by the hand and pulls me to the elevator. It's unusual to see her commanding like this...I have to admit, I'm enjoying it. She presses the button for the ground floor, where the pool is, and I'm caught up in my own rampant fantasies of her throwing me up against the elevator wall and taking me fiercely and savagely. The elevator pings as we arrive at our floor. We walk side-by-side through the lobby to the swimming pool, her hip rubbing against mine in what I know is a planned tease. I am helpless, nonetheless.

We enter the door to the swimming pool, and I'm surprised to see that the entire pool is enclosed in glass windows like a greenhouse. Through the enormous skylights, the stars are clearly visible, faintly sparkling upon the face of the pool water. The only lights in this room are the underwater lamps on the pool's sides. The rest of the room is hushed and dark, beckoning with all the promise of a temple to Venus.

I lay the towel I brought from the room on a nearby chaize lounge, and sit on the pool's edge. Slowly, I lower myself into the water, the change in temperature making my nipples pucker and harden. I dunk myself under the water and surface, letting my damp hair drip down my shoulders and breasts for her enjoyment. She laughs with a sound like chimes, and I wait for her to join me in the water in her clothes. She does not oblige me, however, and instead begins to unfasten the buttons on her shirt, causing my eyes to grow wide and my breath to catch in my throat.

I am bound to keep silent by the knowledge that the lobby staff can hear any sound echoing throughout the pool room like it was a shout. I simply gaze at her, astounded and highly aroused, as she slips the shirt off her shoulders and quickly unbuttons the fly of her shorts. By the time she steps out of them and casts them aside on the chaize, my pulse is thundering in my head with the thrill of anticipation and the dread of someone walking in. Or worse yet, the knowledge that anyone outside the hotel could see exactly what we were up to.

She doesn't give them much of a chance to admire her figure in full, however, as she immediately moves to lower herself into the water beside me, and turns to me with one of her devil-may-care grins. I'm still reeling with the shock and seductiveness of it, when I feel her hands on my breasts through my bathing-suit top, brushing against my nipples again and again, teasingly. Just before a moan can escape from my lips, she leans in and kisses me, her delicate lips capturing mine and embracing them, sucking them, letting her tongue explore the recesses of my mouth.

I'm immediately ignited by a passion so hot, I didn't know it existed, and I'm leaning back against the pool side, pulling her desperately up against me, trying to pull her into me. She's yanking my top down roughly and taking my breasts each into her mouth, laving my taut pink nipples with her tongue and burning her desire into me with her deep maple eyes. Her fingers fumble with the ties at each of my hips, and she successfully wrenches off my briefs, leaving me naked and panting in the blissful sweetness of the water.

Even though our current position provides ample opportunity for us to be spotted by some curious onlooker, still the stakes aren't high enough for her. She lifts me gently out of the water, and then pulls herself up and alongside me, reaching for the towel I've left on the chaize. She lays it down on the rough concrete, and then pushes me down so I'm lying in front of her, panting and helpless, completely at her mercy. I'm dying of something between exquisite pleasure and burning embarassment. The combination is mind-blowing.

Her mouth is all over me at once, kissing my neck and shoulders, down my breasts, over my abdomen, always exploring and nipping and sucking. Her tongue slips out to lap at the hot skin of my stomach, and I give a whimper quite like a cornered animal that knows it's about to be eaten. She grins widely, her white teeth and dark eyes shining in the starlit room. Then she's spreading my legs with a sudden sweep of her arms, and leaning down to lick my fleshy nub so quickly that I gasp and pull at her hair frantically. Yet still she continues, now trailing her tongue up and down my folds, sucking gently, lapping quickly, like a kitten that's determined to get the cream.

I have to bite my lip hard to keep from screaming, and the blood mingles with the saliva filling my mouth, so that I swallow hard and am reduced to moans and pants. The entire world is swimming in front of me, and it's all stars and reflecting waves and painfully sweet caresses from my girl's tongue. She's bathing my center with her hot, moist tongue, filling me with a love that surges and mounts till I've almost reached the peak. And then suddenly, I'm cresting like a wave, shuddering and shaking as the essence of my love pours into her like honey, the unmistakable taste of conquest. She doesn't ease up, but continues her frenzied pace until every last drop of pleasure has been wrung out of me.

At last, she raises her head, her eyes glowing and dark and magnificient. She bends down to retrieve my briefs from where they are floating on the water, and then she gives my nipples one last good rub before pulling up my top. The moan escapes between my teeth, and she laughs again that flowing laugh, already working to tie my briefs around my hips. Then she helps me to my feet with a smile and dresses herself quickly.

I sneak a peek out the bay windows, and to my delight the beach is still deserted. She takes me by the arm once again and leads me to the elevator, flashing a conquistador's smile at the man behind the front desk. We arrive back at our room and find it as we left it, but somehow quieter and much more peaceful. Once again, we strip off our clothes and both climb into bed. I feel her coming up behind me and spooning me softly, her body fitting perfectly with mine, two puzzle pieces coming together and connecting. She murmurs in my ear that now I should be able to get some good sleep, and I smile and murmur in the affirmative as she breathes against me contentedly. Time moves on as slowly as dripping honey, and we slumber together, dreaming, while we prepare our bodies for tomorrow's exertions to come.

[SJ]

Great writing

[DameSansMerci]

Hey, thanks SJ! Glad you liked it!

[Vixen]

mmmmm.................. WOW

[EvilKittycatofdoom]

WOW... thats really good

[barnabasvamp]

Whew, is it warm in here, or is it just me?

Be it story telling, or voice of experience, either way they flow nicely.

BV