ID:// prophecyread ( aka amos burton )
Fingers dragged against the edges of her shoulder, tracing down the line of the tanktop, dark against skin distinctly Earth in origin, sun kissed in ways that made his mind wander to images of skin far more bared than it was currently. His touch twisted, into the fabric, palm and fingers sliding down to cup the swell of breast beneath, breath hitching in his throat as she nestled closer, knees tightening against his hips and waist. “Might be getting that thought across,” he conceded, a twitch of muscles flexing through his chest and stomach, flesh tight and twitching beneath his coveralls, hips tilting up into hers as her teeth grazed, and pinched against his lip. “Feel free to go into detail, though,” he added, as her lips teased over his cheek and jaw, a rasp creeping its way into his words.
The hand at her hip curled, easing along the curve of ass to thigh, a tilt of his head to let his mouth find her cheek, and jaw, working in nudging, half rough kisses towards the tender spot where throat met neck, teeth bared to nip, and catch against her.
He could feel it, in her heartbeat. In the warmth that flushed her skin and the tautness of her thighs against him, in the nails that traipsed and dug into his skin, pinpricks of heat and pleasure that licked in waves beneath his own skin, a slow and aching need. “Sometimes I’m just a tad bit slow on the uptake.” The words were low, and rumbled, but with the lack of space between them, he could’ve whispered and she would’ve heard him, words felt from lips to pulse. Skin to skin. Heat to heat. Hunger to hunger.
Breath hisses through teeth. Body trembles. Maria finds herself whimpering into the touch against her spine. Her back curves into it, which causes her neck to angle up. Soft stubble tickles against her chin; her body moving forward in search of more friction against her upper body. Moving back, the agent kisses a line through Amos’s hair. It stops briefly at his ear so she can carefully take the lobe between her lips. Satisfaction was never an issue when the other was involved. He went above and beyond the normal duties of what she’d intended to be a one night stand. If the sex was the only thing that kept her coming back for more the issue would hardly weigh on her mind. The problem that it wasn’t just the sex. Hell, Maria would actually be content if none was involved.
She got people killed. When she was a kid her dad beat that into her head with such ferocity that it was impossible to ignore no matter how much logic said otherwise. Work was her mistress and the only love that mattered. At least that’s what Maria told herself for a number of years everytime she woke up alone in the middle of the night.
Amos felt like a kindred spirit in many ways. Respect was there but differently than what she felt with Chrisjen, who was a safe relationship for the simple fact that the older woman was married. If it came down to her or the husband Maria had no doubt that Arjun would win. As he should. That man was a damn saint.
Closing her eyes, the agent did her best to push emotion to the side by reminding herself how tense the day was. Landing in bed was more practical than it was some need for emotional stability.
A gasp huffs out. Teeth against her neck coax a groan from the bottom of her lungs. The grind for friction continues with more desperation. Hips angle for better contact against the other’s thigh. “ We can do slow, “ Maria purrs against the scruff of Amos’s jaw. “ Sometimes it’s nice to take your time and really feel everything. Every blessed inch. “ More kisses are peppered across the man’s cheek. This time they’re delicate and slow to emphasize the message. “ If you had some toys in here I’d show you what I mean. I’d get between your legs and make sure your eyes roll right into the back of your head. “
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