Cross the Line
Part Ten

A/N - adult content, not for the faint hearted, youngsters or those who are easily offended! Hopefully tasteful rather than graphic! Enjoy those who like!! :)

It was almost pitch black without the light, the only glow was from the dying fire, and it only served to heighten Naomi’s senses. At some point this evening she knew she wanted him, even if it was just for this weekend. No one had ever gone to such great lengths to make her feel at home, protected, and wanted, and she’d loved being part of this great family, that was something she’d missed more than anything.

Feeling the bed dip next to her as he climbed in, her heart started to race, consciously she tried to slow her breathing, stay in control.

“You ok?” she offered.

“Yep!” he answered over brightly, and she could feel him tug the covers over himself. But as he rolled onto his side, his bare hair covered thigh brushed against her smooth one.

They both gasped, and he slid away from her to the edge of the bed as though he’d been scalded, “sorry!”

“It was one of those things,” she said softly, immediately missing the warmth that the jolt of contact had caused to whizz through her body.

“Even so, I am sorry, I didn’t bring you here to pounce on you!” His voice was flat in the darkness.

She sensed an opportunity “is it that repulsive a thought?”

“You know it isn’t. But I promised...” he froze as her hand touched his chest, her fingers splaying wide through the hair she found there, revelling in the sensation of firm muscles. “Naomi...” his voice was filled with warning, but his body was already betraying his resolve, even as he spoke he was turning towards her, greedily.

“We are both adults Conor. But if you don’t want to....” Smiling deviously to herself, she elaborately made to turn away from him when she felt two arms slide around her waist and pull her back in to his embrace. His mouth was urgent and passionate as it first found, then devoured hers, his tongue delving into her mouth, seeking hers to tease and touch.

Naomi’s breath was a rasp, her heart hammering at the extreme responses her teasing had caused; and as she managed to moan her pleasure, she felt him grow against her thigh, and still his tongue plundered her mouth, ravaging her and driving her wild. The kisses were prolonged, deep and very passionate, an assault to the senses and a savage battle of mouths. Naomi moaned as she found that she was wrapping her body around his, craving more contact.

The darkness made their other senses come alive, and she felt a confidence that she had never possessed before as she pushed him over on to his back, breaking the kiss to taste and lick his jaw, his neck, down to his collar bone. Moving astride him, she found a nipple with her teeth and his groan was a growl from the depths of his chest. He tolerated a few seconds of her nibbling and kissing before he pushed her away, turning her over onto her back, towering above her.

Conor’s fingers touched her nose, splaying to run down to the softness of her lips, a sensitive moment in the throes of passion, she tried to bite, to ensnare a teasing tip, but he evaded her, stroking her cheek, down her neck devouring every inch of skin. His mouth followed his fingers, and Naomi’s head rolled back on the pillow at the sensation of him replaceing her hard nipple through the soft cotton of her skimpy vest, his tongue and lips making the fabric wet, but her body responded enthusiastically, her body arching up into his mouth. His other hand found the curve of her breast, the opposite nipple and played with it gently. She was melting, wanting to absorb him into her, clawing at him, wanting him inside her, over her...everywhere.

Within moments he sat up, “I can’t cope with this!” He sprung out of bed, and Naomi gasped, immediately thinking he was regretting his move. “I can’t see you!” He almost snarled, sensing her confusion, as he rushed to switch on the bathroom light, the open doorway cast a glow across the room, enough that she could see him approaching, and how excited he was.

Sitting up, she pulled him towards her, and they were kissing again, biting, grazing, furiously trying to turn each other inside out. She ran her hands down his body to sit at his waist, her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer between her parted thighs. As he groaned, she lowered her hands and pushed his boxer shorts down over his hips, watching in the half light as he sprung free.

Pausing, she pulled back to look at him briefly, before lowering her head to kiss first his naval, her tongue teasing his sensitised flesh, then lower again, until she could take him, all of him, in her mouth. He swayed unable to control the heat racing through his body. He managed to tolerate a few seconds before he pushed her back onto the bed, climbing after her to kneel astride her body.

Conor stripped her in seconds, his hands massaged her breasts, tweaking at her nipples, then he was cupping her buttocks, teasing her inner thighs. Her excitement was growing with every second, she was lifting herself, spreading her legs further and further apart, her body craving his touch, and then he was there. First fingers, then tongue, teasing, touching. As she started to buck against him, he stepped away, and she realised he was rifling through his jacket, a condom located, he turned back to her. She groaned as he filled her, then rose to meet his every move he made, and heading towards his own climax he used his fingers to tease her even further. When he felt her start to convulse around him, he let go and reached his own finale, driving into her in long, hard yet furious strokes, until they collapsed against each other.

Conor could barely move, so he stayed put for a while, still inside her, enjoying both that, and the feeling of her arms around him teasing the sensitive flesh on his spine, her lips and tongue nipping occasionally to tease his ear or the corner of his lips, her pounding heart against his cheek.

“That was wild!” he finally offered sliding off her.

“Mmmm” she curled into his shoulder, loving the feel of his arms around her. She couldn’t really formulate anymore than that for a moment. Whilst her body and heart calmed down from the heights of passion, she didn’t trust herself to speak. There were far too many emotions surging around her brain, most of them incriminating!

“Don’t think you can get away with sleeping now Ms Young!” he raised his head to look down at her, craning to make out the dazed eyes, dishevelled hair and thoroughly kissed lips.

She chuckled, “I have been up since five am this morning, I need a little sleep!”

He half nodded as he kissed her shoulder, “unlucky, you seem to make me insatiable Naomi.” His hands were already roaming all over her.

“Again? Already?” His only answer was to tease her into submission.

It was ten in the morning when she finally opened her eyes; she was draped around Conor, her face tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around her. As she moved gently, he stirred, pulling her closer to him.

“Are you trying to escape?” the words breathed against her forehead were said in jest but loaded with insecurity. And she had woken up and had the initial momentary thought about escaping, retreating to lick her wounds and decipher what this all meant...alone.

She smiled, leaning back to look at him, “no, I was just wondering about breakfast, we are on a strict time agenda after all.” Naomi sounded confident to her own ears, and pulling her back to him, Conor sighed against her scalp.

Opening one eye he glanced at the clock, then with a groan threw an arm over his eyes, “God woman, you have rendered me useless!”

“That wasn’t hard!” she announced as she wriggled out of his arms.

Laughing he watched her saunter across to the bathroom, and he was unable to stop himself following her into the shower where after the most erotic soaping of her life, she let him take her again.

He ordered room service breakfast and they shared croissants with jam and coffee, sat cross legged on the huge four poster bed, then needed to shower again. Naomi tried to keep them on track, but the continued amorous advances of Conor seemed to delay everything as they got ready for the wedding. Finally dressed in the stylish dress and jacket, hair coiffed, make up on, she made for the bathroom, Conor had disappeared in there a while ago, and they were beginning to look unlikely to make the one pm service.

He was stood at the sink in just his trousers, his face half covered in shaving foam, razor in hand. She leaned against the doorframe and gave a dramatic sigh, “we’re going to be late Mr O’Neill!”

Conor caught her reflection in the mirror and groaned. Yet again she amazed him, with her demure yet classy suit, conservative hair, she looked prim, proper and extremely edible. Visions of the previous night flashed through his head, and he instantly wanted a repeat, all over again. With a single minded vision, he turned and stalked the few steps towards her.

As he reached for her she stepped back, “I can see your mind is in the gutter Mr O’Neill! We have got half an hour to arrive before the bride.”

“I just want a kiss,” he reached for her, but she twisted free of his grasp.

“One kiss will ruin my makeup, and maybe my dress. Nope. Dress Sir, or I shall have to go to the ball alone!”

Her words were overdramatically serious, but her eyes lit with humour, she was replaceing him as difficult to resist, and loved that he was so...enamoured by her appearance. She’d never believed that she could drive a man mad, but she did seem to be bringing out the unpredictable in him.