Abigail/Will - Claustrophilia - I’ll write our characters having sex in a confined/small space
Confined spaces hadn't always been Abigail's favorite place to ever do anything in, let alone act in such a manner with Will Graham. Having had him once, the feeling unforgettable, had led her to seducing him at work. Maybe showing up after a class -- one Jack had insisted he do to keep his mind off of the ongoing investigation on both Abigail and Will as well as to insure that Will wouldn't lose his grip with reality.
It hadn't taken much. A touch, whisper and a few glances. Of course Abigail was the one to insist on not taking the time to go to his home or drive to a place concealed by green trees and away from prying eyes. No. She had to have him now and teasing had done it's trick.
The air was thick, full of his cologne mixed with ink and other supplies for the students that were kept in a small closet. She pushed him against the wall, her lips crashing against his. Trying to keep her mind off of the confined area. "God, your lips." She whispered against him.
She knew Will hadn't been one to talk during the act, but she had been trying to find sexual side lately. Him having been the only man she had ever done anything like this with. So, naturally, he was her toy. Wrapped around her finger.
Having him give in so hesitantly was what made all of this taste so much better. They both knew it was wrong. With her being underage, him having killed her father. She could count so many issues for hours but that wouldn't make her stop.
Abigail placed a hand gently against his chest, her blue hues burning into his own. Taking a couple steps back until she were against the opposite wall she began undressing herself. She slid her jacket off of her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her faded magenta cardigan, white tank top and light pink bra had found the same fate just seconds later. She left her skirt on as she walked towards him, eyes on his Adam's apple that bobbed with a swallow she swore she could hear.
His eyes were burning through her, setting flame to her skin. "Touch me.." She whispered, taking his hand in hers and placing it on her thigh. But before he could act, she inched his hand up under her skirt and between her legs. Biting back expletives she leaned her forehead against his shoulder as his fingers began to move against thin fabric.
Greedily she ran her fingers down his chest. "Mr. Graham..." The sound that followed was more of a whine than anything, but his touch was enough to send her libido through the roof. There was something new she found she liked. When he touched her there. Not her own hands, his.
Dipping her fingers behind the soft texture of his trousers and boxers, she began tracing her finger tips gently along his length. The sharp inhalation from gritted teeth filled her ears and she knew she was doing something right. "...if...if I were one of your students.." Her lips began to shake as his fingers quickened against her. "...I wouldn't be able to stop my hand from pleasing myself. Watching you lecture me...images on your desk...soaked skin...hot breath." Playing up on her desperate tone, she pulled his hand away from her, leaving her mind in the clear as her fingers closed in around his engorged member.
His hands inched back up her skirt, but she moved it away. "No Will. Not yet. Focus on my touch. My fingers. The heat." She moved her mouth to his ear, nibbling on his lobe -- her movements picking up pace as Will moved his palms flat against the wall, his eyes up focusing on the light overhead. His tongue jutted out, running along his lower lip and leaving moisture in it's wake.
Abigail knew this would only be one of the adventures they would have. Maybe fantasies weren't so far away, maybe she would find she liked being dominant. She wasn't quite sure but watching him squirm only heightened her arousal.
"Abigail..." The sound was more guttural, fervent.
Slipping her hand away from him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and moved him down, still against the wall. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out in the open. He reached into his back pocket, ripped open the foil wrapper and taking mere seconds to get himself ready for what they both knew was going to happen. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth before looking up at her.
She discarded her panties to the pile of clothing she had before, keeping the skirt on for good measure. Straddling him, she slowly lowered herself, taking in his length. She placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage, his holding onto her back. He bucked his hips up, pushing deeper as she began moving up along his length then back down. She wouldn't stop him, knowing whatever time they had together in this closed in space wasn't long.
His hands moved from her back and onto her hips, adjusting them to a different angle that allowed her to feel a sensation that brought cold chills up along her skin. "Oh..." She squeaked at the sensation, taking her completely off guard. Being new to this wasn't exactly her favorite part, but he could teach her any day.
A groan escaped his lips as he used this new found freedom to move her, his fingertips digging into the skin above the waistline of her skirt. His lips finding her collarbone, sucking and nipping at her sensitive skin.
Since he had control over her hips, she began to use her core as her own weapon. Tightening around him, before loosening up again. In all truth, she was wanting to be in control, but the thought of not allowing him to instruct her would have to be saved for a later time.
Footsteps echoed throughout Abigail's ears, Will's hips stilled at the sound. But she kept going -- her hand over his mouth, faster but as quietly as she could until she fell over the edge of orgasm, brought up in the waves of the pleasure they had created. It hadn't been much longer before she felt his body jolt beneath her, his shoulders still tense.
Abigail could almost hear his scolding thoughts in her own mind.
