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A Winner's Gamble	By : Riomi Category: +. to F > Cowboy Bebop Views: 4216 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: A Winner's Gamble

Author: Riomi

Email: Riomi_Sess@msn.com

Pairing: Faye/Spike

Summary: A PWP of Spike and Faye, it basically gets right to the nitty-gritty for you reading pleasure.

WARNING THIS IS A LEMON FIC. NOT FOR CHILDREN. I AM NOT RESPOSIBLE IF LITTLE BRATZ READ THIS SO DONT EMAIL ME COMPLAINTS >.< IF YOU CAN'T CENSOR WHAT YOUR CHILDREN READ DON'TME MME ME!

Her slender hand gripped the dark green tufts of her assailant's hair as his tongue delved deep into her center. She was close, so close and her sun-kissed thighs tightened their restriction on his head. She choked back the moan that fought to be released along with the overwhelming culmination that had built up so thick, due to the bushy haired man's glorious orifice.
He suckled her small bundle of nerves and made a low rumbling "Mmm..." intonation that reverberated through her and inclined that he enjoyed her essence. It was then that the robust moan defeated hew and became heard, loud and heavy, which is how she felt and would feel until he finally allowed her the sweet release that would surely leave her weightless.
She felt his long strong arms snake their way around her thighs and quickly snap them apart, away from his head with such ferocity she gasped. Her body quivered as her mind registered the sudden access her pliant emerald orbs were given. She could see his deep dark eyes peering up at her with a true carnal hunger burning in them as his mouth feasted on shadowed violet haired mound and his hands held her lengthy legs open, the sight itself was beyond erotic and only brought her closer to the peak she so very much desired to reach.
His tongue swiveled expertly down her moistened slit, she felt a pulse pound through her as her eyes squeezed shut and another throaty moan passed her full-reddened lips. She anticipated another one of his delightful techniques, just one more would send her flying but the welcoming heated breath left her nether lips and she suddenly felt cooled and exposed, vulnerable with an edge.
Slowly she blinked open her eyes, that were with a mindless fog, the first thing she witnessed was the glare of her snowy television screen on the tall man's bare chiseled chest. A smug look played upon his face, making it clear that he purposely left her unfulfilled but him having stood up, she could she could see his hand untying the sloppy knot of his dark sweats, a thick bulge could be seen pressing against its cotton bonds.
Her eyes glazed in returned anticipation and as he stepped out of his pants she took the opportunity to remove the single bit of clothing that remained on her: her short white top.
She pulled herself up into a sitting position and in a languid pace, as if teasing her companion, tugged the thin cloth over her head. Revealing her full supple breasts, their only flaw being the pale-skinned streak that ran across them, only giving proof that she had recently lounged in the sun, she tossed her top onto the limited space of her floor.
When her vision returned to the dark eyed male she help but let her gaze stray to his erected member. Apparently he was well endowed, not that she had ever expected less from the mellow bounty hunter, in fact she had only anticipated the best from him and so far that's what he had provided... so far. The sight alone made her yearning womanhood moist with need.
He advanced towards her and mounted the thinly cushioned bed that would suffice for their spontaneous coupling, as he began closing in on her she leaned back, giving him the opportunity to pin her down and have his way, she wanted to be ravished.
She could hardly comprehend how they ever came to this act, the last thing she remembered was making a bet and apparently losing, but now it seemed she may have actually come out of it the victor.
Her violet tinted strands brushed the surface of the fluffed pillow, she awaited its feathered embrace but was hailed by her wooer's extremity, and his fingers combed through her asymmetrically cut hair and palmed her scalp. His face hovered over hers and laced her arms around his neck and closed the small space between them.
Her full red lips pressed against his thin pale ones and she was surprised by its pliancy, he didn't hesitate to respond to her kiss and in effect she found her head pressed deeply into his palm and his tongue probing the moist cavern of her mouth, the flavor of her essence lingered there, she moaned.
His tongue mimicked the ministrations conducted moments ago and only accomplished in making her want into an aching need. Passion consumed her senses as she found herself lost in his demanding kiss and tantalizing caresses. His thumb teased the peak of her sensitive nipple and his palm kneaded the pillowy flesh that surrounded it. Her legs were already spread and he lay nestled between them, his manhood teased her eager entrance, causing her to churn her hips in hopes of luring him into her warmth. He seemed immune to her bait.
His lips left hers and a soft whimper did as well. Many had told her "Patience and delay achieve more than force and rage." but right about now she didn't know how much more of this torture she could endure.
His mouth suckled her long elegant neck, and then trailed down to let his lips play havoc where his hand had been moments before. Her breathing became hitched and her hips seemed to have become possessed, they began to gyrate erratically, yearning to connect with him. She could feel his smirk on her pinkish flesh. He knew exactly what he was doing and that alone was putting her control on the edge.
"S-stop it..." she pleaded, her voice jaded and unconvincing.
She felt his smirk widen and after giving her sensitive peak a final nip, he pulled himself up he rested on his knees and towered over her, is smirk remaining.
In one swift motion he took hold of her ankles and jerked them upward, -in effect her whole body followed, sliding across the thin cushion. - Only her upper back pressed against the bed due to her ankles now hooked behind his neck. It happened so fast she could barely react. All that she was truly aware of was the feel of his long shaft pressed... no, pinned against her aching warmth by his solid abdomen. His hands gripped her thighs possessively and she knew she would get that she needed.
"You want me to stop?" he asked, with each word he lifted her hips higher, freeing his hard member and allowing it to poise at her moist entrance.
She refused to respond he knew what she wanted. So she remained still and only aware that she was a nudge away from bliss. Her body quivered at the thought alone.
With a sudden thrust he embedded himself within her slick eager walls, her moan was thick and guttural, it had been awhile and judging from the groan that escaped his lips, he could tell. Now it was her turn to smirk but the expression didn't last, it only melted into the contorted features of raw passion as he pulled away and sunk back into her depths.
With each sporadic thrust his breath caught and a moan that could bass as an animalistic growl passed his gifted orifice, her moans became high pitched and gave a renewed tone of surprise as if each plunge sent her into an even higher level of desire-induced inebriation she had never reached before.
His clutch on her thighs never slacked, in fact it seemed to become tighter to the point where she was sure his knuckles were white and he would soon draw blood but she hardly cared. Nothing could pull her from this blissful sensation. But her body decided otherwise, his strokes were becoming moderate and her bundle of nerves were beginning to put up a tolerance for his drug-like shaft.
"More..." she demanded, and in reply a low grumble vibrated through in his chest and flowed into her exquisitely. His pace quickened and there was more power behind each thrust, which succeeded in heightening her senses, she was back at that peak and the weight turned into a pressure, which melded into button that she needed him to push.
"Harder!" she begged, her voice grounded through the air, her tone was gruff, and it ripped from her throat.
His breath quickened and he complied. She could tell he was close as well, his groans became controlled and there seemed to be an instinctive focus in his pleasure inducing motions.
She was right there, she arched her back and he hit her sweetest spot, sending endless spirals to dance within her lust glazed orbs, sheaileailed in sudden content and gasped as he contacted her nerve again.
He slowed his pace but each thrust gave her that intense wave of pleasure that would compensate for his slackened speed. It was obvious that he realized exactly what spot made her tick and took advantage of it. She didn't mind at all, she could dangle at the edge of in-between for eternity if Kami willed it.
Without much though she unhooked her ankles and let her legs open further and settle at his sides, in effect his hands alone handled the burden of her weight. He released her and instantly hovered over her long curvaceous form, his perspiration tickled her neck as she threw her head back and welcomed the new angle that awoke even more intense sensations.
His exertion was evident and she wound her hips in attempts to coax his thrust back into the act of pummeling her yearning heat. He moaned and brought his lips down to suckle the pulse of her neck, though his thrusts once again slacked.
She was becoming frustrated. Why was he bringing her so close to the edge then yanking her back when she was just ready to take off?
"Please..." her voice whimpered, he lifted his head and peered into her glossy emerald eyes, his own hazel coated orbs were half-lidded with a slant of ecstasy and defiance, though his strokes caught up again.
"Please what, Faye?" her name fell from his lips mockingly and she found herself speechless once more as his motions sent her back to that tenderly drunken state. He continued to stare into her wavering orbs and found entertainment in how the vivid violet iris rolled away with his every thrust.
"What is it you want, Faye?" He now braced himself on his palms and pounded into her wet sheath, she was only capable of emitting weak mews of pleasure. She was there again...
His thrusts pushed deeper and deeper and became erratic, "Tell me what you need." her plump rosy lips parted. She wanted to tell him, because she knew when she did he would fulfill her need and make her whole. Her hands clawed each shoulder as if to anchor herself so she could release a coherent response.
"I-I need you to take me there, Spike. Don't stop, I'm so-oo clos-se!" She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist as his eyes shut to let himself finally become lost in her throbbing heat. They moaned in unison as he buried himself deeper and deeper within her with an incredible amount of force. Faye had never felt so open before...
"Spike!" she bellowed as she finally overflowed and felt like a drifting feather that would never reach the ground, he gave a final thrust and let himself remain buried deep inside of her as he collapsed. His forehead nestled in the crook of her neck and his breaths were heavy and rapid. She could feel the pulse of his shaft as he released his essence into her inviting womb.
His hair was damp, along with the rest of his body, and it clung to his face and her slender shoulder. A shower would do them both good but for now they just wanted to bask in the afterglow of their intense coupling.
All questions and concerns and even regrets would unveil themselves sooner or later but all that mattered now was the mindless bliss they wallowed in...

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