STEELE GOING AT IT
by LoveSteele 1998
jumpedoff@yahoo.com
NC-17
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own 'em. Not makin' any money. Copy this and
post it as your own and you're a goner. If you're not yet 18 -
get lost.
Remington opened the door to his apartment, letting
Laura enter
before him. So far, the evening had been perfect. A
few drinks,
an incredible meal at a new French restaurant and the company
of his favorite private investigator left Remington a little buzzed.
He locked the door from the inside then tossed his keys on the
coffee table as he entered his living room. Laura's coat was
already draped across his couch, and she had made her way over
to the stereo. The apartment flooded with the soft tunes
of Frank
Sinatra, and Laura cranked the volume down a notch.
He shed his coat and tossed
it next to Laura's. She had been rather
brazen this evening, flirting with him through dinner, even suggesting
they stay out longer, maybe take a walk down to the fun zone in
Santa
Monica. Remington had persuaded her to return to his apartment
with
the excuse that it was simply too cold this time of year to go
to the
beach at night. Late April was usually warmer than the mid
fifty's in
the late evening, but this year had remained cool, unwilling to
make
way for the warmer temperatures summer was sure to bring.
He followed Laura out onto
the balcony and took her into his arms
as they looked out into the city. She shivered at the coolness
of the
air prompting Remington to turn her in his arms, tucking her head
under his chin. Despite their differences in height, Laura's
body
seemed made for his, the top of her head fitting snugly under
his chin.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and she hugged him back,
thankful for his warmth.
"This is perfect, love,"
he whispered into her hair. "You make me
feel perfect. Incredible even."
"You want me to stay, don't you?"
He sighed, loosening his
grip so he could look down into her big
brown eyes. "I want you to. I would like nothing
better, but these
past few days have been... difficult to say the least. I
don't want you
to stay with me out of pity or anything less than you wanting
to love
me for the right reasons."
"But, I do love you.
I told you that I would never want to be with you
unless I was absolutely sure, and I am. But... right now
I just need to
know if you need me to stay with you, because I will," she
confessed.
Her love for him seemed to have grown immensely since the news
of
Daniel's death a few days before. He was crushed and hurt by the
loss
of the man who had been the father figure in his life. Daniel
hadn't
told anyone if his illness, instead preferring to remain silent
and let
nature take its course. In the end, he had scribble a few
words to
"Harry" which included an apology about his untimely
death and a
hint that something else would arrive for him in a few weeks.
"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned that his thoughts were troubled.
"Just thinking about
him," he answered with a sigh. "I wonder what
he's having sent to me."
"Who knows... he was
more of a mystery than you ever were." He
smiled.
"Laura... if you stay
tonight, there is no way that I won't take you into
my bed with me. I do need you... is that what you want?"
He searched
her face for signs of doubt, pleased when he didn't find any.
"I want
you, but I understand if you want to go."
"I want to stay tonight...
with you," she answered, staring into his soft
blue eyes. "I want you to make love with me."
Remington's heart melted
at her words. Make love with me, not to me,
she'd said. He answered her in a soft touch of his lips
to hers. He would
do anything to please her, especially now that she was all he
had left in
his life. Her lips answered his, tugging and pulling until
he opened his
mouth above hers. She traced his soft lips, his teeth, moving
farther into
his mouth until his tongue met hers, gently mating, foreshadowing
things
that would come later.
They parted, gasping for
air, but held onto each other as if this were their
last night together. In reality, it would be a first of
a lifetime of nights,
but this night would hold the most meaning. So, they held
each other for a
few long moments, content. Finally, the wind picked up, forcing
them
inside. Remington closed the doors and headed towards the
fireplace.
"Is this alright? We
could go into the bedroom, but I thought this might
be nicer."
"This is perfect. I'd love a fire."
"Great." He slapped
his hands together and squatted next to the fireplace.
"Why don't you get the lights?"
Laura dimmed the lights
as Remington lit the fire. Natural gas made the
process instantaneous and flames began to warm the room. She
joined him
on the floor next to the fire and leaned back into his embrace
as his strong
arms moved to hold her back to his chest. She sighed, enjoying
the feel of a
man holding her, especially this man. He had told her only
a few short days
before that he had nowhere else to go, no one else to go to, now
that Daniel
was gone. She was his lifeline, and he had told her as much,
professing his
love and commitment, essentially telling her everything she had
even wanted
to hear, maybe more. Yet, that night he hadn't attempted
to draw her into
his bed, rather expressing his love through words and soft caresses
out on the
balcony where they had just been. He'd driven her home instead,
making sure
that she understood he asked nothing of her besides her love and
trust in him.
"I could hold you like
this forever," he said with sincerity. He didn't need
her body this night, but he needed her understanding and her patience.
Not
that he would deny her anything. They had spent too much
of their four years
together on different pages, trying to come together but not knowing
how.
Now they had their whole lives to plan for this moment, and he
was not willing
to rush it, any of it as long as she stayed in his arms...
Laura had other ideas, however.
Remington needed comfort, needed reassurance
that he hadn't stayed around for nothing. She wanted him to be
as sure of her
devotion to him as she was now of his. Still, though, he
didn't seem very eager
to get things started. His arms hung loosely around her
shoulders and he
pressed light kisses to her temple, but he remained silent, seemingly
lost within
himself. He'd been that way for a few days, but earlier
this night he had seemed
more open to her and happy. She couldn't take it anymore.
She wanted his old
self back. His sulking wasn't going to help him mourn the
loss of his oldest friend.
"We can just sit here... if you want," she said, trying to draw him out of his shell.
"I never thought I'd
see the day you'd tell me we didn't have to make love," he
joked. "You know I'm not much company right now. I'm
sorry."
"Don't be. It's
just that I don't like seeing you so sad. He wouldn't have
wanted
you to be," she reassured him.
"I didn't even get
to go to his funeral, Laura. How is that supposed to make
me
feel?"
"We can go to see his
grave, if you'd like. We can leave tonight, tomorrow...
I
can't bear to see you so sad."
"I don't want to go
yet, Laura. I really do want to spend the night with you,"
he said, tightening his arms around her for emphasis. "Maybe
you could take
my mind off of all this?"
"Maybe," she said, turning in his arms so she could face him. "Trust me, okay?"
His eyes sparkled, holding
his promise to trust her always, in everything they did.
"I do."
"Close your eyes."
His eyes closed and a small
grin appeared. What was she up to? Seconds later
his question was answered as he felt her lips move over his face,
over his cheek.
He felt her rise to her knees and sighed in pleasure as she took
his head in her
hands, fingers digging into his hair, thumbs brushing his ears.
He shivered at
the sensation but didn't move to take her in his arms, instead
letting her take
control. Finally, her mouth met his, open and warm. There
was no mistaking
her intent and he let her in, let her taste him, enjoying her
boldness and feeling
reassured that this was what she really wanted.
"Relax," she whispered,
wanting to sooth him. "Touch me," she breathed
into
his mouth.
He sealed their mouths once
again, this time taking her into his arms. She shifted,
moving onto his lap and straddled his thighs. He groaned
his pleasure into her
mouth. Her legs tightened around him in response and she
shifted towards his
body, feeling his hardness pressing into her. Warmth flooded
her body and pooled
between her legs. He aroused her more than any other man
ever had. Her chest
brushed against his and she felt her nipples tighten in response.
She felt his fingers move
to her shirt and his hands ran up and down her arms.
With shaking hands, he moved to the buttons on her silk shirt,
undoing the first
with more effort than he should have needed. Why was he so nervous?
It wasn't
his first time undressing a woman. But, it was his first
time doing anything more
than necking with Laura. She had not let him touch her like
this before, usually
backing away at the first sign of his arousal. Tonight was
different, so different
that he lost his balance, not knowing where to take things or
how far to go. He
popped the rest of the buttons open without incident and his gaze
moved from
her gaze to her chest. She wore a simple white bra with
a little bow in the middle.
He was pleased to notice that it opened in the front instead of
the back where it
was virtually impossible to undue in the midst of passion.
Laura blushed as Remington's
gaze fell from her eyes to her chest. She knew she
wasn't exactly the kind of woman he was used to being with. She
wasn't tall and
her natural breasts weren't as big as the women she caught him
gawking at from
time to time. Well, at least she could say they were hers
and not the creation of
some plastic surgeon.
"May I?" he asked,
moving his fingers to the clasp of her bra. Always the
gentleman, he needed to be assured to the point of absurdity when
it came to her.
She nodded her head and
heard a soft snick as the clasp came apart. Finally, she
was bare to his eyes. His face softened and he smoothed
the shirt and bra off her
shoulders and arms. He tossed her clothing aside and met
her eyes.
"You are absolutely
beautiful, Laura," he replied honestly. "I can't
believe I'm
finally looking at you."
Laura flushed all the way
to her toes. "Thank, you," she answered shyly.
"I know
I'm not-" she started but stopped as she saw Remington's
eyes soften.
"Laura," he started
as his thumb traced circles around her left breast, "you're
everything I ever wanted in a woman. I want to share my
life with you... and I
couldn't ask for anyone more special or beautiful in my life."
Her eyes filled with tears
and she couldn't help but smile. His other hand moved
to her other breast, lifting her, cupping her in his warm hands.
He kissed her again,
softly touching his lips to hers as he finally moved his thumbs
over her aching peaks.
She gasped into his mouth and her tongue reached out, begging
him to let her inside.
Never one to deny her what she wanted, he complied. His
hands massaged her for
what felt like an eternity before she pulled away.
"You're overdressed, Mr. Steele."
"Think so, eh? And what would you suppose we do about that Miss Holt?"
She answered him by tugging
on his tie. "How about we start with this then work
our way down?"
"Brilliant," he
whispered against her lips as he quickly removed his tie. His
hands
moved to the button on his collar, but Laura pushed his hands
away and undid the
buttons herself. She quickly moved through the buttons on
his shirt and pushed it
off his shoulders as he had done for her. This time it was
her turn to take him in,
though she had already seen his chest. Somehow it was different
this time. She
could explore, and she did just that. Her hands moved to
his stomach up up over
his chest, fingers running through his hair and over his flat
nipple. He gasped and
she took the opportunity to pull his head down to hers, kissing
him once again. She
couldn't get enough of his mouth, and the things he did with his
tongue...
Minutes later they came
up for air, panting and flushed. Laura pushed him onto
his back and moved her hips onto his groin, imitating what she
knew would come
only moments later. Remington made short work of the button
on her pants and
pulled the zipper down. Laura stood, legs on either side
of him and slid her pants
off her hips and onto the floor. He noticed her lack of
nylons and thanked the
heavens he didn't have to deal with that. Instead, he sat
up, his face inches from
her panties and he could smell her arousal, thick and musky. Tempting
as she
was, he first removed her shoes and knee high socks for practical
purposes. Finally,
she stood over him in nothing more than her soaked underwear.
She looked down at him through
passion filled eyes. Slowly, he kissed her below
her navel tasting her skin with his tongue. Moving down her body,
he placed soft
kissed on her hips, over the small swell of her abdomen and finally
pressed his lips
to her center through the satin. He continued to watch as
he moved lower, finding
her clit with his tongue through the soaked material. Visual
sensation was too much,
and she closed her eyes. Her hands moved to his shoulders
for support, and she
thought that her knees might give out. When she felt a finger
tug at her panties and
slid inside her she tried to stay verticle. It was almost
too much, and finally she
whispered for him to take them off before she fainted. He
grinned and removed his
finger, licking himself clean of her essence.
Laura had the sudden urge
to wipe that smug grin off his face. That, however, was
delayed as he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them
down her legs.
She stepped out of them, finally bare to his eyes. Before
she could protest he grasped
her around her backside, again bringing her to his mouth. This
time there were no
barriers and he spread her open with his fingers, spreading her
wetness as he tested
how ready she was for him. She moaned his name, his first
name, as he licked her,
thrusting his tongue deep inside as his thumb again moved to her
clit. He set up a
rhythm, noting in pleasure how her hips began to move in time
with his thumb. She
pushed her hips into his face wanting to get as close as possible,
needing to find her
release before she could no longer stand.
He moved his thumb away
and took her between his lips, sucking hard. Two fingers
cautiously entered her, curling forward, trying to find the spot
that he knew she
needed. Her hips jerked, hard this time and her hands tugged
on his hair. He'd
obviously found the right spot, the right rhythm. His own
arousal throbbed to the
point of pain and he cursed himself for not wearing a looser cut
of pants. He'd be
lucky if he didn't come from this alone.
Laura's hips bucked against
him and she chanted his name over and over. She
was close, so close, but she needed something more for release.
"Please," she
pleaded and he entered her with a third finger, probing her deeply
and she bucked
against him as her orgasm hit. Her body froze and he kept
up his rhythm as she
jerked against his face, practically ripping his hair out. Her
muscles clamped onto
his fingers and he could feel her insides contract. She
screamed something he
thought sounded like his name, though at the moment he didn't
care. Finally, her
body relaxed and she slid down into his lap, sated and panting.
His arms held her to him
loosely and he kissed her cheek, murmuring his love
for her, telling her how beautiful she was, how incredible she
was as she came.
Moments later she came back to herself, and he kissed her, sharing
her taste with
her. His erection pressed against her and she rocked against
him. Her wetness
covered the front of his pants, but he didn't care. Her
hand found him through
his clothes and gently squeezed. He gasped, stilling her
hand before he lost it.
Not exactly the way to impress her, he thought.
"Give me a minute,"
he tried, but she popped the button on his pants and lowered
the zipper.
"You look ready to
me," she teased as she noticed his black silk boxers. "Those
are nice," she said, pointing.
"Wait until you see what's underneath," he teased back.
She laughed, happy to know
that he could be funny while making love. Most
men in her life had been series and hadn't taken the time to enjoy
it, instead
wanting to rush through it to the main event. Remington
seemed content to let
her set the pace. The pace, however, was much too slow so
she took hold of his
pant and boxers, tugging to give him the hint. She wanted
them off... now. He
obliged and sat up, allowing her to drag his pants and boxers
down and off his
legs. His shoes caught his pants so she took those off as
well. He toed off his socks
as Laura moved back to his lap.
"This okay?" he
asked. She nodded, biting her lip. He sensed her shyness.
Hell,
even he was a little shy at the moment. It's not every day when
you're on the verge
of intercourse for the first time with the woman you love. Still,
this was her last
chance to change her mind, so he asked her if she was positive.
She told him yes,
she was sure, that she wanted him more than anything. He
kissed her again, long
soul kisses and she rose up on her knees. He took himself
in hand, placing his
erection at her entrance, and she slowly sank onto him.
Her state of celibacy made
her body tight and she moved slowly, trying to let her
body relax around his length. Finally, he was buried as
far as he could go in this
position. Their lips remained locked and his hands moved
to her breasts, kneading
and cupping her fulness as she began to move above him. He
had no leverage so
he let her set the pace, content to let her bring him to his release,
and maybe hers
if he could hold out. As it was, he knew that was a longshot,
so he began to finger
her, hoping to bring her to orgasm once again. He needed
to be insid her as she
came, to feel her powerful muscles milk him, sharing a few moments
of ecstasy
amidst his pain and loss.
She moaned into his mouth
as his fingers worked magic on her. It was really
sweet of him to try, and at first she thought it wouldn't happen,
but when her
pleasure began to build she moved faster, hoping that by some
miracle they
could experience release together. Needing leverage, he moved
a hand to the
floor, allowing him to lift his hips in time with hers while his
thumb moved over
her in time with their bodies. Her hands dug into his shoulders,
trying not to slip
as his body broke out in a thin sheet of sweat. Drops of
moisture ran down the
sides of his face and pooled at his chin. His eyes closed
in concentration and
Laura licked the moisture from his cheek as she again increased
her pace.
"Harder," she
practically growled, and he complied. Seconds later she
went stiff
and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She stilled over him
and he kept his
fingers on her until she she collapsed against him. He gently
lifted her from his
body and she stretched out on the carpet. She spread her
legs as he moved on
top of her, easing himself into her once more. Close to release,
he drove into her
hard, eyes wide open as she stared up at him. Her body lifted
into his and he
knew it must hurt her to take him this hard, this deep, but he
couldn't stop himself.
Finally, he felt his release and groaned her name as he froze,
then spent himself
inside her in a few sloppy thrusts. He stilled, setting
his full weight upon her and
she wrapped her legs around his, comforting him in her embrace.
She moved a little, and
he rolled to the side, still inside her. He wasn't ready
to
let the moment end, so he settled her atop his body and they rested,
content, and
finally together. Tomorrow he could deal with Daniel's death,
but tonight he
wanted to rest in the arms of the woman he loved more than anything.
The End