Title: Just the Beginning Author: Mistryl Jade (mistryl1@juno.com) Rating: NC-17 Classification: S Spoilers: Not even a tiny one Keywords: Smut, pure and simple; Skinner/other Summary: Skinner's presence is powerful indeed. Disclaimer: Assistant Director Walter S. Skinner definitely doesn't belong to me. No copyright infringement is intended; no profit is or will be made from this story. The "other" in this story, however, does belong to me. Archiving: Anywhere beside Ephemeral, Gossamer, The Dark Place or S.I.S., please let me know so I can come visit. * * * * * * * * * * As he licks his way along my spine, I turn my head to look back over my shoulder at him. His smoldering eyes meet mine for only a second before he moves forward swiftly, covering my body with his own to claim my mouth in a passionate kiss. My knees and hands ache from supporting my body in this position, but I will them to continue holding me up. Even as I drown in the intensity of his kiss, I am aware of the heat of his cock pressed against the crack of my ass. Trying to take back some small measure of control, I grind back against him and am rewarded with a deep groan that sends vibrations shuddering through both his body and my own. "Fuck me Skinner," I growl at him. I grind against him again and catch his lower lip between my teeth, sucking on it erotically to emphasize my point. His body moves off of mine just a fraction, but before I can protest the loss of contact, I'm gasping and crying out in pleasure. My elbows buckle. My head is cradled by my forearms as he tears sounds from me that I'm not even aware of making. I feel primal, desperate. Nothing in this world exists except for the two fingers he has plunged deep inside of me. He finger-fucks me hard and fast; my body rocks forward and back with the strength of each thrust. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready," Skinner growls in my ear. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows how close I am to coming. How could I have thought that I was even slightly in control of this situation? *He* is in control and I could never want it any other way. He takes me to the brink of orgasm, deliberately hitting my g-spot over and over and over again. I am so overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through me that I am once again crying out in ecstasy. But just before I find my release, he takes his hand away from me, takes his body away from mine, leaving me dripping wet, suddenly cold and almost sobbing with frustration. I'm desperate to come, but dare not move. It's not allowed, and we both know it. "Please Walter," I beg. "Please, please, please . . ." I entreat him between shuddering, gasping breaths. I can hear his breath, ragged with passion. Even though I can't raise my head to meet Skinner's eyes, I know he's watching me with the intensity of an animal. Without a word, he moves behind me. One hand grasps my hip tightly while he wraps the other around his cock. I brace myself in anticipation of his assault, but he's not ready yet . . . and he won't fuck me till he's ready. The head of Skinner's cock slides between my legs. I'm dripping wet from his finger-fucking, but he doesn't enter me. Instead he rubs the head around my labia, torturing me with its round heat as it crosses my outer lips and my clit. He circles it round and round in ever-smaller circles until it finally comes to rest against my opening. Even then he takes no pity on me. He doesn't enter me; he just let's it rest there -- daring me to defy him by thrusting backward. I resist the urge. I want him to be in charge. What seems like an eternity later, I feel the hand that had been guiding his cock grip my other hip and he slams me back against him, impaling me on his thick cock. The intensity and suddenness of his action is enough to make me come. I cry out as my body shudders and arches uncontrollably. When I'm coherent once again, I realize Skinner has not moved since his initial thrust inside of me. His ragged breaths, though, tell me that I milked his cock good when I came. He's right on the edge, teetering on the brink of sexual insanity. With a single, deliberate clench of my muscles along his hypersensitive cock, I push him over the edge. Oh God! I'm screaming his name again. He's fucking me, pounding into me, bottoming out with every thrust. His animalistic grunts as he rides me only turn me on more. We're fucking like dogs in heat and I love it. He's not looking to bring me pleasure. There's no way he could think coherently enough to worry about making me come again, but his cock keeps hitting my g-spot just like his fingers did. I can feel the pressure building in my body again and I want him to know. "Gonna . . . come . . . so hard," I manage to gasp between his pounding thrusts. And then I'm gone. My body convulses beyond my control as I'm wracked with pleasure. I dimly feel two more hard, sharp thrusts against me before Skinner tenses and calls out my name as he comes deep inside me. My knees buckle, allowing Skinner to collapse on top of my naked body. He doesn't bother to pull out of me and I don't mind. We lie there, sweaty, panting and sticky -- both of us knowing that this night is just starting.