Terry - Sensation

            He stood in front of the mirror alternating between perfecting his bowtie and stealing glances at Kerry’s reflection. Her hair and makeup teams were gone, leaving the two of them alone to finish preparing for the night ahead.

“Can you zip me?” she asked over her shoulder, aware of his eyes on her.

“Sure thing.” He strode confidently towards her, thankful for any excuse to touch her. He ran his hands along the skin exposed by the open zipper of her Oscar de la Renta gown, unable to resist the urge to drop feather light kisses along her spine.

“Tony…” it was meant as an admonishment but instead came out as a pleading moan. A fleeting moment passed when she considered not going, instead staying locked in this room with him, away from the world, the expectations, the pretense. A deep sigh escaped her, the unspoken sentiments that clogged her mind since their relationship started.

“Nervous?” he was being polite, ignoring the things she clearly didn’t want to talk about but he felt them too. Every time he had to let go of her hand or pretend that they were nothing more than co-workers, the public image of them living separate lives when they spent nearly every spare moment together.

            She turned in his arms, agonizingly aware of his hands finding their predictable position on her slender waist, busying herself straightening his tie and tracing the buttons of his shirt with her fingers. She considered proposing they skip the awards but knew he would never agree and that her absence would be conspicuous.

“Nope.” She was finally able to meet his eyes with a nearly full smile. Any misgivings were neatly tucked away as her hands lay softly upon his jaw, delicate fingers playing at the nape of his neck. “Okay, maybe a little,” she confessed, the smile now reaching her eyes and a blush tinting her cheeks.

“I have no doubt you’ll win.” He leaned in to touch his lips to the spot just below her ear earning him a moan of approval, “And what a lucky guy I am.”

“To present one of my categories?” she wondered, her eyes slid closed as his breath tantalized the skin over her collarbone.

“To bring home a winner tonight.” His grin was mischievous and self-assured, the crooked smile that had first attracted her from across a crowded room. Her smirk mirrored his and she reached up to thank him with a chaste kiss.

            The atmosphere of the room shifted, her perfume filling his nose, the heat from his skin sending trembles to her very core. Even through the guipure lace he could feel the warmth of her skin invoking memories of exploring her bare flesh and he found himself deepening their kiss, his tongue venturing along her plump bottom lip before braving further into her mouth. Then her hands tensed in his hair, holding his lips to hers, his hands still on her waist but fingers pressing into her skin even through the thick fabric. When the air grew too viscous and her heart pounded too loudly in her ears she allowed a hand to slip along his chest and come to rest just below the waist of his pants. He groaned, his hands harder on her, mouth demanding more of her.

            Only the soft knock on the door broke the spell, leaving them breathless, straightening their clothes and returning to the warm colleagues all of the magazines portrayed. He briefly looked in her direction before turning the knob and opening the door.

“Hi Sweetheart.” Tony smiled brightly at his daughter, his date for the night.

“Hi Dad.” She returned the sentiment then moved to hug Kerry warmly, “Hi Ker.”

            Tony smiled at the tender embrace before leaning to kiss Kerry’s lips sweetly and allow his teeth to graze her tender earlobe when he whispered, “I’m bringing home a winner tonight.”

            The words thrilled her, his confidence, the implication, a promise of things to come.  The thunderous slam of the door roused her from her sweet recollections and the deafening silence left behind brought reality rushing in, quickly replacing the warmth that had filled the room. Another long sigh left her as she scooped up her clutch and walked through the door.

            He fingered the corner of the envelope, his palms damp, hoping it would be Kerry’s name inside. He cleared his throat, unexpectedly feeling a wave of anxiety. He was nervous for her, desperately wanted her to win, knew how hard she worked every day and how important this role was to her. He laughed nervously before releasing the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding then striding confidently towards the podium. Then he was on autopilot, words coming smoothly without deliberate thought, everything a blur until the seal was broken on the envelope he held. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, tears pricked his eyes and his voice refused to come. He read the name over and over in his mind before composing himself and announcing her name.

            The world rushed back into focus when she stood, hugging and kissing those close by, making her way to the stage. Blood roared in his ears and the thud of his heart was in time with her hurried steps towards him. He stepped in her direction, drawn to her, needing her in his arms.

            Her legs carried her ever faster towards him, when they met, those familiar strong arms around her and the smell of him causing her to forget where they were, allowing her hand to touch his cheek as his lips caressed the very corner of her mouth. She let her arms linger around him, unable to resist a deep inhale of his scent. Then the applause filled her ears and they reluctantly pulled back, her hands sliding to his biceps, his still firmly at her waist before their eyes met. His eyes the cool blue of stone brimming with pride for her, she almost didn’t feel worthy of such unsullied admiration. When he leaned in to kiss her again she let his lips touch hers briefly, knowing they both needed it.

            Tony reluctantly let her out of his embrace, exhilaration coursing through him as she thanked all of the influential people in her life. His smile faltered momentarily when she mentioned her cast mates, wishing their relationship was easier. He recovered instantly when the applause intensified and she turned in his direction.

            She turned towards him, catching something slightly off in his expression, though it vanished when their eyes met. His arm looped hastily around her waist, her hand gliding just beneath his jacket, their sides pressed together. Backstage was a sea of people vying for her attention and he took an instinctive step away from her before her hand caught his, keeping him close.

            He felt her small hand clutch his tighter, knowing that was her silent indication that they needed to be alone. He glanced around until he noticed a reasonably deserted corner, catching her eye and tipping his head in that direction. Her nod was nearly imperceptible as was her grin as she trailed behind him.

“You won.” His smile was broad and genuine, full of delight when he pulled her against him, his mouth grazing just below her ear.

“I won.” It was a whisper laden with desire and her hands impetuously found the nape of his neck, nails skimming soft skin. “Thank you. I wanted to say your name. I wanted to thank you.”

“I know.” He stood studying her deep brown eyes, arms casually around her waist. “There will be plenty of time for you to thank me.”

            A blush colored her cheeks, regardless of how many times he turned his unabashed charisma on her it still caused a stir deep in her belly. She pressed closer to him, craving his heat, cursing the layers of fabric separating them.

“There has to be somewhere we can be alone.” He had rarely heard her voice so demanding and her teeth sweeping over her lower lip told him she wasn’t willing to wait. They hurried, uncertain of where exactly they were going until they found a deserted room, barely letting the door close before she was pulling him into a blistering kiss.

“Thank you,” she gasped against his mouth between kisses.

“Mmm.” He was too distracted, his singular attention finding the nearest firm surface. Finally his hand met the cool wall and he eased her against it, standing close enough for her to feel every inch of his enthusiasm.

            Her mind raced, the possibility of getting caught, his mouth hot against her skin, hands so firm on her body yet full of adoration. He entwined their fingers, holding her hands above her head while his right hand moved along her side, finding the contour of her breast, thumb stroking circles over the thick lace.

“Oh God…” a gasp spilling involuntarily from her lips when his hands moved to the skirt of her gown. The first contact of his hand with her bare thigh nearly singeing her skin, she pulled him harder against her, pressing into him. The voice within her urging her to stop, that they could be seen, someone would miss them, was quickly drowned out by the hum of her craving for him.

“You’re so gorgeous.” His breath against the now damp skin of her neck sent a shiver down her spine and he felt goose bumps appear beneath his hands as one cupped her ass and the other stroked closer to the apex of her thigh.

            Sensations collided, the scent of his Neroli Portofino mingled with the smell that was just Tony, the awareness of his hands on her, seemingly touching every susceptible sliver of skin, the sound of their breathing, matching the throb of his heart against her chest. She was lost in the sweet taste of his lips, the trace of mint on his tongue, and the salty hint just above his collar. Finding herself trying to remember the taste of every peak of his muscular chest and every valley of his rigid abs, her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

“We can’t.” He gulped, catching her hand, “This is for you.” He beheld her slightly bewildered face, glimmering eyes, flushed cheeks, perfectly love-bitten lips, then took another deep breath, “I want to make you feel good.”

            Before she could respond his mouth was on hers again, hand gliding up the inside of her thigh, her thoughts scattered once again. The room spun out of focus when his fingers drifted over her satin covered mound and she gripped him tighter, her only anchor to reality. He felt her nails through the thin cotton of his shirt, exquisite pain urging him on.

            He redoubled his efforts, teeth grazing the skin beneath her collarbones, tongue and lips quietening the sting. In the years they had known one another he had tasted every part of her at least a thousand times but each sample was like the first time. His mouth mapped her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of reddened flesh in its wake, comparing the soft skin at the inside of her elbow to the nearly untouched territory behind her ear and the place where her jaw curved so perfectly to meet her neck.

            Her hips begged his hand to continue its assent, breath quickening, every last shred of control tumbling from her grasp. One long, thick finger slid through her slick folds and she was engulfed in their collective inferno.

            He caught her when her legs buckled, a victorious smile turning the edges of his lips when he pressed two fingers knuckle deep into her warmth. He greedily swallowed her moaned response sliding his thumb to trace her clit.  The connection nearly caused her to come undone, hips bucking against his hand, walls quaking around his fingers, fingers knotted in his curls, tongue seducing every corner of his mouth.

            Every whimper and groan disappeared between his lips, imploring him to move faster, stroke deeper, until sweat formed on his brow and the strain of his erection against the confines of his pants was practically too much to endure.

            Both were acutely aware they would soon be missed, their urgency evident in her grip on his hair, nails down his back, his mouth’s assault on her neck, fingers working their magic.

“Tony…” A strangled sob when his right hand caught her neck, fingers gripping her jaw, while his left hand toiled beneath her dress.

            The crest of her climax loomed just before he bent his lips to her ear one final time and she knew he would end her then and there. Her breath caught, every nerve at attention, waiting for him to speak.

“Best actress, Kerry Washington…” She went nearly limp in his arms, pulsing, quaking, trembling against his hand, then her forehead fell to his shoulder and she clung to him, searching for breath.

“Amazing,” she gasped, grinning against his chest.

“Just wait until I get you home,” he exhaled into her hair.

            Her eyes lifted to his, a genuine smile playing on her lips, “We should get back…interviews….pictures…”

“I love you.” He couldn’t stop the declaration though anyone could read it in the way he looked at her.

“I love you too.” The bliss in his face was rivaled only by her own as she placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

            She grinned, the smile not quite finding its way to her eyes, not quite the gleam that she shared with him in their most private moments. He could tell she was slightly overwhelmed, wishing the camera flashes would cease, that they would stop calling her name, that she could go enjoy her win with those closest to her.

            Kerry glanced to her left, caught his eye for just a split second, gathering the strength to smile for a few more minutes. She squeezed her legs together, intensely aware of the stickiness between her thighs and the cool air drifting over her center. Tony reached his left hand into his pocket, a devilish smirk enticing his lips when his fingers touched her still damp panties. He licked his lips, the abrupt longing to taste her taking his mind elsewhere, a now familiar tightening in his pants returning.

“Tony.” He looked up to see her beckoning him, the most sincere smile curling her lips, his legs carrying him to her side as if they craved the propinquity just as much as the rest of him.

“Are you okay?” he whispered into her hair, sliding his arm around her slender waist. Even through the layers of fabric her skin burned for him, a flush blossoming along her skin, and suddenly it didn’t matter that they were standing in front of the mass of reporters.

            She nodded and whispered an affirmative reply as she slipped her arm behind him, lagging her hand just below his jacket. Tony shifted his stance in an attempt to hide his burgeoning erection. They weren’t going to be able to stay much longer, he needed to touch her and stolen caresses weren’t going to be enough to satisfy either of them.

            The rest of the cast appeared drawing attention away from the couple momentarily. He slipped his hand into hers as everyone shuffled into place, a blanket of serenity settling over him when she adjusted to allow their fingers to slide between one another, a gesture that could not be misconstrued.

            She smiled down at their hands, the connection of their palms stoking the remnants of the flames from their earlier rendezvous, her eyes flickering momentarily to his lips. Those lips, that mouth that brought her such intense gratification whether whispering in her ear or buried between her thighs. Her cheeks burned at the sinful things she’d heard and felt from that mouth and she knew their evening needed to be cut short, she wasn’t waiting any longer than absolutely necessary to be alone with him. Columbus said her name several times snapping her out of her lustful thoughts and she again focused on the flashing of cameras and fake smiles.

            She feels Tony’s thigh press behind her and instantly her cheeks flush at the awareness of his erection against her hip. When is this torture going to end? She looks around nervously, clearly everyone must sense it too, the thick sexual tension between them. She’s warm, her breathing ragged, legs wobbly, skin tingling with the prospect of things to come. Her hand reached back for his, pulling it to her waist, a nearly immediate rush of warmth to her core.

            Tony falters somewhat when he feels her take his hand but quickly recovers his professional smile when she releases his hand to rest on her waist. People can see. Then just as quickly her wits return and she brushes his hand away. He can smell her perfume, her body wash, the fresh scent that he smells when he buries his nose in her pillow or the trace that lingers on his skin after he’s held her all night.

“The things I’m going to do you.” He manages to keep a straight face when he whispers the words but her smile momentarily fades as craving surges through her weakened limbs and suddenly she’s struggling for oxygen and her flesh is ablaze.

            They rush off after the photographers and reporters are finished, barely offering goodbyes before they find their quickest means of egress and climb into the backseat of their waiting car. The door closes and the temperature rises almost immediately, the outside world ceasing to exist.

“I’m not waiting until we get home.” He was again surprised at her dominant tone and he simply leaned into the seat as she moved closer to him.

            She leaned in to brush her lips against his, teasing his lower lip with her teeth before pulling back to allow herself one final appreciation of the glorious man before her. Her gaze raked over his form in the Armani tux that fit him perfectly. In her mind any man looked better in a tux but Tony made the tux look downright sinful.

            As she eyes him he takes the opportunity to survey the beauty who he thanks God daily is his. He runs a finger along her collarbone, beginning at her right shoulder, tracing the protrusion in her delicate skin.

“God, you’re incredible.” The words tumble out unconsciously. His eyes meet hers and she sees how much he means what he just said. That is one quality about Tony that she absolutely adores, he is candid and completely genuine when he speaks to her.

            The way he’s looking at her, that blazing stare that leaves scorch marks on her skin. Then he speaks again, “Do you want me, Baby?”

            Her mouth goes dry and she becomes momentarily mute, forced to settle for a slight nod to convey her response.

“Tell me. I need to hear you say it.” Jesus. He’s undoing her with his words and he’s so close it’s nearly unbearable. She knows exactly what she wants and she blinks heavily before closing the little space between them, pressing her chest against his, feeling his reaction to her.

“I want you….all of you. Your hands, your mouth, your….” Her voice trails off as she looks down.

“Say it, Kerry.”

“Cock.” It’s a strangled whisper and her cheeks instantly turn crimson.

            A groan rises in his broad chest and he doesn’t try to subdue it as he reaches for her hips, pulling her flush against him again. His hands run along the silky skin of her thighs until his fingers meet her wetness. He watches her as her wetness coats his fingers, knowing just how to touch her to achieve his desired result.

“I don’t think I can be gentle with you right now.” But she doesn’t want gentle, she wants soul-splitting, earth-shattering.

“I want you to take me,” she responds, her eyes looking deeply into his.

            His hands appear from beneath her dress and she groans in disapproval before his hands cradle her face and his lips touch hers. She tries to coax her tongue against his but he is determined to be in control. He keeps one hand on her face, bringing the other to her neck, gripping it with that possessive hunger that excites her like nothing else. Her arms snake around his neck as their lips come together again. Their hands go to work on zippers and buttons while their tongues undertake their familiar dance, lavishing one another with the adoration each deserves.

“Mine.” Tony’s growled statement against the curve of her neck.

“Fuck me.” Her moaned reply, “Show me I’m yours.”

            The words brush against his ear and that’s all the coaxing he needs. Her heart belongs to him and, in that moment, she wants him to claim her body. He lifts his hips off the seat enough to slide his pants and boxers down his legs as he tastes the tops of her blossoming breasts, unable to resist sucking the delicate skin into his mouth, marking her.

            She throws her head back when his mouth captures another parcel of skin, his growl of approval the last sound she hears before he buries himself inside her. His hands move over her, unsure of where they want to settle, wishing they could touch her all at once.

“Christ, you’re perfect,” he says through gritted teeth. He moves steadily in and out of her, his power during sex immeasurable. The way his hips crash against her pelvis, the way his grip on her tightens, all passion and greedy desire. And she meets him thrust for thrust, wanting everything he gives her, needing him to possess every inch of her. He tells her how badly he wants her, how he’s never felt anything nearly as perfect, and that he’ll never get enough. It’s raw and honest as their bodies move in unison. His lips find her ear, suckling the lobe, nibbling just behind it, and she feels the tide of her orgasm swelling deep within.

            She grips his hair, the back of the seat, bracing herself for the crescendo of her peak when his thumb deftly finds her clit and his voice echoes in her ear, “Fucking come for me, Kerry.”

            Her body immediately obeys as her orgasm has her bucking above him, her core contracting around him and he slows, wanting to delay his release. She’s sure that anyone within ten blocks knows what Tony has done to her and the smirk on his lips suggests he is pleased with her moans. She’s panting against his shoulder, doing her best to steady her breathing while he’s still fully submerged in her wetness. But she knows they’re not finished. If there is anything she’s learned from being with Tony it is that her insatiable hunger for him will always be met by his need for her.

            He pulls one of her bent knees towards his chest as he begins to push into her again. “Keep your eyes on me,” he instructs, “I want to watch you.” Then somehow he’s going deeper, thrusting faster, and she wonders if she can survive the relentless pace. Even if she wanted to look away she doubts she would be able to. Him pounding into her in the backseat has gone way past any expectation she could fathom. She watches his eyes, their possessive gleam, the fullness of his mouth, his slightly parted lips, furrowed brow, the way he licks his lips. Then she settles on his eyes, holding her captive, commanding all of her attention as he somehow increases the pace of his punishing thrusts. He doesn’t look at her like a man just looking for pleasure. He looks like a man who is starved, starved for her, who would do anything for her alone.

“Talk to me.”

“And say what?” he pants, “That I could kiss you for hours?” he runs his tongue along the seam of her lips, “That I love the taste of you?” he presses his tongue into her mouth, “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Everything,” she barely gets the word out when his fingers grip her jaw and he’s deeper, the blue flecks in his eyes shining.

            Every sentiment swims in his mind, how much he wants her, how soft she feels, the heat of her flesh on his, how long he’s waited for everything he feels when he’s touching her, and how much he wants her to know these things. But the jam of emotions are mired by his impending release and he reaches his hand between them to again find her clit, stroking her closer to her peak.

“Fuck,” he grunts through gritted teeth, “Get there, Baby. I’m not coming without you.” His words and the pattern of those talented fingers bring her crashing over the edge, writhing and moaning as she feels his warm release coat her insides. They collapse in a panting, drenched heap upon the seat. He peppers tiny kisses along her jaw and the corners of her mouth before he presses his tongue fully into her mouth. Just the taste of her mouth is enough to make him rock hard again.

            Kerry giggles against the front of his partially open shirt, “We’re almost home.”