My submission, using the ass smacking prompt.
“Scully,” he gasps when she rolls her hips atop his. “I’m not, ah...god, I’m not gonna be able to last much longer.”
Her hands move, of their own accord, to the sides of his neck and she undulates her hips, rolling her body in a way that would make a belly dancer jealous. She whimpers in frustration. It’s not enough.
“Tell me what you need, Scully. Tell me. Need you with me,” he says, his voice low and desperate.
“I—“ she gasps when he lowers his mouth and takes a painfully hard nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
“Fuck,” she pants. It’s good, it’s more than good, but It’s. Not. Enough. The hand he has resting on her moving hip snakes its way up her sweat slicked back and makes its way into her hair. He cups her head, lovingly, endearingly. It’s sweet and soft, worshipful even, the way he caresses her body. She loves it, loves him for it. But after the first five times like this, she just needs—
“More,” she moans. Her hands span either side of his head, forcing him to look up at her. She leans down, nipping his bottom lip and letting it slide out from between her teeth before kissing him. When he opens his mouth to moan she licks her way in, gasping against his mouth when he thrusts up into her.
“Yess,” she hisses. “I need more, Mulder. Please.” She sounds desperate now, and she’ll chastise herself over it later, but she’s in a tidal wave of sliding, sweaty skin, pants, moans, gasps, and Mulder.
The hand he has holding her the back of her head shifts, and he takes a fistful of her hair in his grasp and tugs, forcing her head back to expose the flesh of her skin to his greedy mouth.l and she gasps his name.
Mulder rakes his teeth down the column of her throat. She moans then whimpers. Almost, she thinks. Just a little more.
“Tell me, Scully,” he says again, his voice taking on an authoritative bite that drives her absolutely wild. “Tell me what you need. I wanna make you feel so fucking good.”
She’s so caught up in the ecstasy of him, her hips rocking back and forth and bouncing on top of him that the words are out of her mouth before she can stop them.
“Smack my ass, Mulder.” He moans at her request, and keeps her head pulled back by her hair, but moves his other hand up and obliges her, smacking her ass just enough to make it sting. The moan that rips from her throat at the contact he makes with her skin is unlike anything either of them have ever head before.
“Fuck, Mulder, please.” The palm of his hand comes down against her ass again as she continues fucking him raw, and she feels her ass bounce with the force of it. “Jesus.”
“Mmm,” he moans. “Give it to me. Come for me, Scully. I wanna feel you come all over my cock.”
His words and his hand spanking her again pushes her over the edge and she feels tears stream down her face at the force of her orgasm, so consumed by the pleasure swimming through her body. She pants his name over and over again, rocking her hips and riding out the wave while Mulder comes inside of her, claiming her just the way she wants him to.
It’s raw, primal fucking. But it’s more.
