trashchildren | For Joan

She gasps softly when his fingers touch her warm, wet, sensitive sex, then bites her lip and makes a small, needful sound as his fingers slide against her, the sensation wonderful and yet just not quite what her body is hungry for.

"It would be nice," she answers with a flicker of a playful smile on her otherwise aroused expression.

The answer is pretty needy, but not quite desperate yet. But he's going to work on that. She wanted him to make her beg, and he has every intention to.

"Well, luckily I love to do nice things for you," he says with a warm chuckle. He leans in to kiss her, just briefly before pulling back and taking his hand away as well.

He pushes the covers back, then crawls over to kneel between her legs, gently stroking her thighs. He jerks his head a little, inviting her to make herself comfortable.

She kisses him back with a hum, then sighs a little in frustration as he breaks the kiss and removes his hand. It feels so good to have him stroking her thighs, though. At his nod she lies back, settling into the bed, one arm up and under her head so she can watch him, her legs parted to open herself to him, a gesture both needful and accommodating.

He smiles at the way she offers herself up to him, but he doesn't get right to it. As he leans down, he instead starts kissing the inside of her thigh, his hands stroking her legs, tracing patterns with his fingertips.

He kisses his way up the inside of her leg, but at least this time he doesn't do a detour, instead going right where she wants him to go. He kisses her clit gently, with more affection than providing stimulation. And then, without warning, and rather intensely, he sucks on it.

He takes his time, and it's at once wonderful and maddening. When he finally comes to her clit she sighs happily at the brush of his lips, reaching down to settle her hand on his head, petting his hair.

Then she gasps at the sudden rush of sensation as he sucks on it, her body arching slightly and her hand reflexively clenching tight in his hair.

He loves the way her entire body reacts, the gasp she makes, and he loves the hand in his hair, tugging almost but not quite painfully. He keeps sucking, his tongue flicking across her clit in his mouth.

And then he lets go. He doesn't want to push her over the edge too quick. He's pretty sure he can push her to the edge and no further at least once more. But he doesn't pull away.

"How's that?" he asks, smiling slightly as his lips brush against her as he speaks.

"Fuck," she groans in protest when he stops, her body restless and slightly writhing in frustration and desperation. "Don't stop..." she near babbles. "I need it...god Ted, I need to come..."

Oh, it is really beautiful to see her like this. Not because her desperation itself is enjoyable, but because she's so overcome, and he's so looking forward to giving her what she wants and needs.

He reaches up and gently pushes two fingers inside her, sliding in so easily with how wet she is. He curls them upward, slowly massaging her g-spot.

"You remember I asked you to warn me first, right?" he says, smiling.

Joan is falling apart in front of him, her self control dissolving in pleasure and need. She cries out as his fingers slide inside her, and near sobs as he strokes her g-spot. She remembers promising that she'll warn him when she's about to come, and it's not long at all before her body is trembling.

"Ted..." she moans. "I'm..."

He almost feels bad. Almost.

He watches her closely, completely focused on her reactions as he slows down, like he did earlier, for a tantalizing moment, and then pulls back completely.

He strokes gently at her thighs and leans up to kiss her stomach, just to continue to give her some affection and closeness. To soothe the frustration just a little.

She groans again as he pulls back, the frustration acute, and whimpers a little as he kisses her stomach. She's so worked up it's almost painful, and his touches are sizzling along her nerves.

"Please," she whispers.

He moves up to be face to face to her, leaning down so his body presses against her, but remaining still enough so that the only way she would get any real stimulation would be to actively rub herself against him, and even then it probably wouldn't be enough.

Ted strokes her hair, and kisses her cheek lovingly, smiling down at her. "Please what?" he asks quietly. She did want to beg.

Joan moans desperately, her hips reflexively rising to press against him, move against him, seeking out sensation and not finding what she needs. She groans softly in frustration.

"Please," she whispers, looking up at him. Joan isn't one to beg, which is exactly what makes this so powerful. Her eyes lock on his, pleading quite in spite of herself. "Please let me come."

"Alright," he answers softly, smiling, stroking her hair. "You've been so patient," he says approvingly, lovingly.

He's so impressed that she could be so desperate and still not touch herself, trusting and waiting for him to do it. And he hopes she's enjoying this, no matter how frustrated and desperate she is. That the torment is worth it.

"I'm gonna take care of you," he promises, and kisses her.

She has been so tempted to touch herself, but she's refrained because she wants to do this with Ted. She wants to give him this, putting herself and her pleasure entirely in his hands. Not because she thinks he wants the power, because he clearly doesn't, and if he did she wouldn't give it to him. He wants to take care of her, and she's letting him.

She kisses him back, making a soft sound of need, her body arching up to press against him again.

He kisses her lovingly, slowly, taking a moment to make sure Joan is no longer right on the edge - although he knows she'll he close no matter what.

Then he shifts, kissing his way down her upper body, kissing her breasts and pinching her nipple a little, and then her stomach, making sure not to dawdle too terribly long, not to be too cruel.

And then once he's back down between her legs, he gently lifts them to hook around his back, so she can hold onto him with both her hands and her legs if she wants. He's not planning on going anywhere.

And then he picks back up where he left off, slipping two fingers inside her and starting to lick her, slow at first then a bit faster, massaging that sweet spot inside.

Once he thinks she's right on the brink, whether she manages to warn him or not, he slows, even pulling back a little, making her think he's going to stop, just to give her that final moment of desperation.

And then instead he redoubles his efforts, holding onto her leg with one arm, fucking her with his fingers and sucking her clit, pushing her over the edge.

Every touch, every kiss, is ecstatic torture. She cries out when he pinches her nipple, the nub hard and sensitive like the rest of her body, pulsing with arousal. When he hooks her legs around his back she is more than happy to take what he is offering, wrapping her legs around him and burying both hands in his hair. He begins pleasuring her again, and she can't help but ride his face, her hips rocking against his mouth, crying out wantonly with every breath as he works her closer and closer...

And then.he slows and stops.

"No," she all but sobs, her legs tightening around him, her hands fisting in his hair...

Then the sensation is back, and stronger, and too much, her body shaking in the agony of need...

She screams as she comes, hard, her body arching off the bed, all rational thought and awareness completely destroyed in the blinding supernova of her devastating climax.

It's amazing, the way she can barely control her body as she bucks against his mouth, the sounds she's making, just how much she must be feeling right now.

He's very glad they're alone in the apartment now. And not really because of the potential embarrassment of anyone hearing that, but because that scream is just for him, just for the two of them. He feels an immense pride at making her scream and tense and writhe like that, completely lost in the pleasure. And he's so excited and grateful to be able to do it for her.

He holds onto her, and he doesn't stop, doesn't slow, even as it must be too much for her, not until she herself unwraps her legs and pushes him away. Seeing how much her overcome body can bear, before the intensity of him continuing to stimulate her is stronger than the loss of control of the orgasm.

It doesn't take long before the overload of sensation cuts through the bliss of the orgasm, her body twitching uncontrollably with every suck and every stroke. She unwraps her legs and pushes him away, panting hard as she does so. "Too much," she gasps.

He's easy enough to push away the second she tries to. He gives her a moment without touching her at all, backing off and sitting up, letting her come down from the overload. Making sure she knows he's not going push her any more.

Then he starts gently stroking her legs and her stomach, soft soothing touches, reassuring and loving. He's sure she's pretty spent after the intensity of all that, and not just physically, and he wants to make sure she's alright and that she knows he's here for her, to take care of her.

"I love you so much, Joan," he says quietly, a gentle smile in his voice. "It's okay, you can relax now.."

It takes a moment for the sensation to ebb, but by the time Ted begins to touch her legs and her stomach she's able to tolerate it without twitching. She gives him a smile.

"I love you too," she answers quietly. Then she closes her eyes and lets her body relax in the warm post-coital glow.

Ted wipes off his hand with some tissue paper, then crawls over to lie down next to her, gently putting his arm around her. He doesn't want to crowd her if she's still feeling exhausted, but she can snuggle up as close as she wants.

She rolls over without opening her eyes and snuggles close to him, wanting to be in his arms, feeling his warmth and smelling his scent.

"Thank you," she murmurs. "That was incredible."

Ted smiles and kisses her shoulder, gently hugging her close. He loves seeing her happy and relaxed, and seeking closeness with him. It just fills his heart.

"I'm so glad," he answers quietly, reaching up to brush back her hair a little bit. He has no intention of getting up for a while. They can just stay here until they either need to eat or use the bathroom, whichever comes first. Nothing else seems important.

It's a good thing that Ted doesn't intend to get up for a while, because after all of that Joan isn't sure she'd be able to get up. He has exhausted her pretty thoroughly, and she's warm and comfortable and safe in his arms. She's even starting to drift off a little.

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