Taking Charge
Title: Taking Charge
Author: Diane
Pairing: Nathan/Haley
Rating: Adult Rated
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: This is a direct follow-up to my fic, ‘Being Boss’ and it will probably help to have read it before reading this one. It’s set after the final NH scene in episode 6.23 ‘Forever And Almost Always’ and contains scenes and language of a sexual nature.
Summary: She could feel the heat radiating from him as he stood right in front of her and her fingertips burned with need, desperate to touch his bare skin.
Author’s Notes: This has been written especially for Ulle as a little birthday gift. I hope you have a wonderful day celebrating tomorrow and that you enjoy this. *hugs* (PS. I hope it isn't too smutty for you!)
“But now it’s my turn to be boss,” he said, his smirk deepening as he added, “Now, lose the towel.”
The blush already infusing Haley’s cheeks intensified at hearing her husband’s words and she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to stave off the moan that was threatening to escape. She could feel the heat radiating from him as he stood right in front of her and her fingertips burned with need, desperate to touch his bare skin.
“Lose the towel, Hales…” Nathan repeated.
The slight gruffness of his tone combined with his cerulean eyes darkening to that shade of midnight blue that was always a dead giveaway to just how aroused he was made her tremble with desire and, still biting her lip, her fingers fumbled with her towel, pulling it free and letting the damp fabric fall to the floor.
Nathan’s gaze never left hers as he leaned in to her and covered her mouth with his own, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips until she parted them for him. His hand cupped the back of her head, holding her steady as he kissed her hungrily.
Wanting to be even closer, Haley pushed herself up onto her toes, her arms wrapping around his neck, moaning in the back of her throat as her pebbled nipples rubbed against the smooth planes of his chest, sending tiny jolts of electricity directly to her throbbing clit. Raising one leg, she hooked it over his hip, telling him without words what she wanted. A disappointed sigh crossed her lips when instead of picking her up he drew back from her. “Nathan…”
“No,” he told her in a firm voice, although he couldn’t help chuckling at the pout she now wore.
“No?”
He smirked as he turned and walked away. Removing his pyjama pants, he took a seat on the edge of their bed before crooking his forefinger and beckoning her over. “On your knees, babe,” he commanded.
If she wasn’t wet before she definitely was now. Sashaying towards him, Haley slowly dropped to her knees, her palms caressing up and down his muscular thighs as her eyes fell to his thick, hard length. She licked her lips before planting a butterfly kiss on the head of his cock and then looking back up at him, a playful smile gracing her features.
“Did I tell you to do that?”
“No, but I didn’t think you’d mind,” she teased.
“I don’t but just remember… I’m in charge.”
She felt a rush of moisture flow through her at hearing that and she rubbed her thighs together to try and relieve the ache that was already becoming a slow burn. “I-I know,” she whispered. Keeping her gaze locked on his, Haley wrapped her fingers around his cock, gently easing it away from his stomach before lowering her head and taking him into her mouth.
Her blunt fingernails raked up the inside of his thighs while her free hand pumped the base of his cock in time with what her wickedly talented mouth was doing to him and both actions had him mumbling incoherently. God, he loved it when his girl went all dirty on him!
“Fuck!” he cursed, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head when she grazed her teeth along his shaft.
Releasing him with an audible pop, Haley giggled. “Good, huh?”
“Did I say you should stop?” he asked, the twinkle in his eyes and the grin he flashed her with taking the sting out of his words.
She shook her head and just as she was about to continue, Nathan stopped her. “C’mere,” he said, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and gently gesturing for her to get up.
Haley needed no further instruction and climbing on top of him, she straddled his waist and wasted no time in grinding her hips against his own. “Ohhh…”
It was on the tip of his tongue to chastise her for taking the initiative but he couldn’t find the words… the feeling of their lower bodies rocking together was too good to put a stop to. Instead, he reached out and cupped her plump breast, giving it a little squeeze before pinching her nipple.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, pushing her chest forward and thrusting more of her flesh into his large hand.
“Take me inside,” he ordered.
Raising up onto her knees, Haley smirked down at him as she licked her lips. Fisting his cock a few times, she placed him at her entrance and then slowly lowered herself, taking him in inch by glorious inch until he was completely embedded inside of her. Her breathing was already ragged and she knew she’d be damn near breathless by the end. “Want me to start moving yet?” she asked, throwing him a saucy wink.
“Hell yes!” he replied, his fingers gripping her hips.
Her laughter turned into a long drawn out moan as he helped her to start moving and within moments they’d found their rhythm.
Nathan watched hungrily as her breasts bounced with each thrust and counter-thrust. He nearly choked on his tongue when, on every down-stroke, she began rotating her hips, holding them still for a couple of seconds, before raising herself up until he was almost completely withdrawn from the warm clutch of her body and then plunging down again.
“Christ!”
“Feels so good, baby…” she managed to choke out between gasping breaths. Leaning forward, she planted her hands either side of his head and pressed her lips against his, kissing him hard as their lower bodies picked up the pace and rocked together even more furiously; screaming into his mouth several seconds later when she suddenly, and without warning, climaxed around him.
Nathan’s hands slid south and kneaded her ass, doing his best to hold her in place as his hips jack-hammered up into her and he fought to achieve his own orgasm which was imminent judging by the familiar tingle he felt in the base of his spine. The fluttering of her sheath around his cock was his undoing and a few thrusts later he was chanting her name as he spilled himself deep inside of her.
When he’d managed to catch his breath after several moments had passed, he carefully rolled them over and braced his weight on his forearms, nuzzling her nose with his. With his smirk in full effect, he said, “Now, Mrs Scott, did I say you could come?”
Fin