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Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-12 08:20 pm (UTC)Pairing: F!Courier/Ringo
Kinks: oral
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"Oh, fuck," the Courier gasped, shoulderblades pressed into the wall, hand groping for the edge of the rickety shelving to her right to steady herself, the other hand buried in soft waves of dark hair. Fervent lips and a practiced tongue against her clit had her knees weak, heart hammering. Through half-open eyes, she could make out that his eyes were closed, expression one of complete and utter focus, sweet face buried between her legs, beneath her own tangle of dark hair, the hot wet pressure of his mouth making her writhe against the grimy wall of the abandoned gas station. At the sound of her voice, the man on his knees made an "Mmm" sound, soft vibrations against delicate flesh sending tickling ripples of pleasure through her.
Ringo's tongue swept enthusiastically over her labia, tasting her and making more appreciative noises, before returning his attention to her clit, closing his lips a little tighter and softly sucking. Her breath hitched, and her hips rocked toward his face. "Oh, fuck, keep doing that-"
Ringo's hand came up from where it had been gripping his cock, and nudged at her shaky thigh, coaxing her to wrap her bare leg over his shoulder, and when she did, both hands came up under her ass, lifting her higher for a better angle, and as the Courier moaned and arched toward him again, he slid a warm, tanned hand over the darker skin of her thigh.
Her last coherent thought, as the persistent hot pressure on her clit drove her toward climax, was how soft the worn flannel felt against her bare leg. Ringo, bless him, never let up as she rode out a deep, shuddering orgasm against his sweet, sweet mouth, not until he was sure she was done. And only when she lowered her foot shakily to the floor, still catching her breath, did Ringo let go to reach for his cock, though he must've been aching for it by then. He leaned his sweaty forehead against her hip, and she threaded her fingers through his hair as he finished himself off, his gasp of relief warm against her skin.
Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-12 09:21 pm (UTC)I am just going to be over here
fanning myself
Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-12 09:38 pm (UTC)Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-12 10:37 pm (UTC)Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-13 01:28 pm (UTC)Re: Back in the Saddle (F!Courier/Ringo 1/1)
Date: 2012-03-14 03:37 am (UTC)OP here...
Date: 2012-03-14 08:27 pm (UTC)A!A here
Date: 2012-03-15 12:21 am (UTC)Thank you OP, I'm glad you like.