I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Hitching a breath as Vanya finally showed him some semblance of mercy (though the moment the devilish heat of her mouth left him he regretted it), Ronin gripped the table with both hands, lips parted, head tilted back. His mind swam with her, his body reacting even now to phantom sensations; glancing down didn't help, Ronin greeted with the sight of his lady's wicked tongue rolling across her lips instead of wrapping around his aching length. She pulled herself up and his hands slid around to cup her rear, and as she draped herself against him he couldn't stop from arching into their proximity, though it did draw a hiss of frustration from between clenched teeth. Ronin's head tilted so her lips could press to his neck, though any reprieve he was expecting died when her hand found him again. Gasping into the teeth against his skin and the hand gripping him, his hips moved into the sensation instinctively, and he squeezed the ample curve of her backside in return. It wasn't that Ronin didn't want to reply - he simply couldn't at that point, not with any coherent string of words. Swearing under his breath, he nestled against the crook of her neck, lavishing kisses there even as his hands drifted to the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up from the ground. At the same time Ronin lurched from the table, stumbling a few paces until he could brace Vanya back against a wall. With the proper leverage gained he spread her legs further so they could lock around his waist, then pressed himself forward at last to slip into the tight, wet heat of her. A quiet groan rose up in the back of his throat as he buried himself to the hilt. Too much - she was utterly too much. He lost most coherent thought in lieu of the purely animal thrust of desire, grinding and pounding against her again and again until he could take it no longer. Ronin lost himself within Vanya, and it was a wonder his legs didn't buckle and send them both to the floor as he came, driving himself into her with his blood singing and his heart hammering like a wild, lost thing. She had him, body and soul, and he was perfectly happy to be trapped.