Title: Patience and Self-Control
Author: Kathleen A. 
Category: MSR 
Rating: NC17
Summery:  smut, pure smut
Spoilers: slight, you tell me
Disclaimer: Hey, prove it!
Feedback:  What the hell, sure, talk to me, Gypsydnr@aol.com
Many thanks to my husband for being a such a great beta and giving my a little
insight into the male mystique


"Here," she whispered, "the rules don't apply.  Who and what we are on the
outside remains there.  Tonight, in this room, it's just a man and a woman."

He closed his eyes, tried to still his breathing. He had waited so long for
this moment, even prayed for it.  'It would be bad,' he thought wryly, 'if I
passed out from anticipation.'

She smiled with understanding and he marveled at how easily she read him. 
"Like a book," he whispered.  As she pulled him down to kiss her she whispered
back, "with such a beautiful cover."

She tasted of wine and chocolate and of a sweetness all her own.  He tried only
to sip her, rationing out enough to last him past this night, but her mouth was
wild, her tongue and lips devouring him, crashing past his control until the
need to breathe tore his mouth from hers.

Her lips were swollen and bruised, her eyes glittering with need, she was a
living wet dream and he decided that breathing was overrated.

As he bent his head back to her, she bypassed his mouth, her lips caressing his
jaw, moving hungrily down his throat.  His head fell back, baring himself to
her in trust and pleasure. 

As she licked and nipped at the hollow of his throat, he stumbled back against
the wall, his legs suddenly unable to support him.  Her chuckle opened the eyes
he didn't remember closing.  "You," she said softly, "have too many clothes
on."

He stroked her cheek as he pushed away from the wall, reveling in the softness
of her skin.  "My lady's wish is my command," he whispered.  Slowly he
undressed, tossing his jacket to the ground.  As he slid off his tie, his gaze
locked with hers, the desire in her eyes so powerful that he could not continue
to meet them.  She reached out her hand, covering his, and whispered, "I have
loved you since the beginning."  At her words his cock hardened impossibly more
and the tension in his chest relaxed until he was able to find the humor in the
situation.  He leaned in to plunder her mouth again, drawing joy straight from
her lips.  He pulled back slightly, smiled crookedly and started a little
striptease as he unbuttoned his shirt.  Her giggles rewarded his efforts,
warming him as the air reached his bare chest.  He struggled with his belt and
looked up in triumph as he slid it off, only to moan in surprise and pleasure
as she slid a hand straight down his pants and cupped him through his boxers. 
"Good God woman!" he groaned, "don't Catholic girls know anything about
patience?"

She grinned wickedly, "I waited," she purred, "now I want my good things."

He reluctantly pulled her hand out of his pants, "If you keep that up, I'm
going to be finished before I begin."

She surprised him again by stepping back and pulling her sweater over her head,
popping the clasp on her bra and peeling off her jeans and panties in one
smooth motion.  She was naked in seconds, naked and beautiful. Just when he had
gotten the hang of breathing again, she took it away with her courage and
trust.

He took his time, starting at her polished toes, red, his dazed mind cataloged;
and slid his eyes up her body, her calves round and strong; thighs, white and
sweet; reaching the small apex of hair at the top, "so," he drawled, "you don't
dye your hair."  She snorted with amusement and he continued his journey, eyes
touching the curve of her hips where his fingers and mouth longed to be.  His
gaze faltered as he reached her stomach, the scar that marred the perfect ivory
still red and puckered.  "It's all right," she said steadily, "I'm here and
safe and whole."  He released the breath he didn't know he was holding and
continued his worship.  As his eyes reached her breasts, so round and full, the
nipples pink and hardened from his stare, he reached out to roll one silken nub
between his fingers.  Her moan shuddered through his body, tempting his other
hand to repeat the process.  A second and third moan joined the first,
convincing him that he had found his purpose in life-- making this woman moan
with pleasure, gasp, sigh and scream.  The whole universe had risen, fallen and
risen again to achieve this one moment.  And then she moaned his name, her
voice drawing out the end of it as if it held the secret to her soul.  He had
to look into her eyes, know what she revealed.  The passion and love was
overwhelming, like looking into the sun. He had to taste that fire. He kissed
her softly, reverently, starting at her temple, down her cheek, her throat, her
breasts.  His fingers felt empty as he sucked a rosy nipple into his mouth, so
he guided his hand across the sweet expanse of her stomach and down into an
even greater fire.  Her folds opened easily to him, slick and soft; he had
nothing to compare it to because nothing had ever felt this good.  Her fingers
laced into his hair, urging him onwards, so gently he slipped one finger inside
of her.  'Hot, Tight, Wet' was all that he could think, as his remaining blood
flow went south.

He pulled out and she made a small sound of disappointment.  "Patience" he
mumbled, his mouth full of breast.  His fingers were wet with her desire for
him 'for him!' his mind repeated in disbelief, and slipped across her easily,
finding her clit with amazing speed. His fingers circled once, twice, and she
began to moan continuously.  He pulled his mouth away from her breast and while
staring straight into her eyes, raised his fingers to taste her sweetness.  Her
hips thrust forward wildly, her buckling knees bringing her into his arms and
he held her as she spasmed with pleasure. 

"I think for the next one," he said, his voice husky with desire, "you'd better
lie down." He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, laying her down
across the foot of it. "Where was I?" he growled softly, and before she could
react he had slipped down her body and started to kiss and lick and nip at her
ankles.  He moved up her legs, paying special attention to the backs of her
knees and sighing happily when he reached the top. He leaned in, drinking in
the scent of her pleasure, content to spend eternity right here.  'Of course,
it would make going to the store very interesting', he thought.  "Well?" she
breathed.  " Patience", he whispered again as he dipped his tongue into heaven.
 "Nectar", he sighed as he licked and sucked her clit.  Her moaning became
broken and keening, almost a sobbing sound.  He nipped gently at her, then took
her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.  She bucked so hard underneath him
that he dug his fingers into her ass to hold her to his mouth.  She inhaled
deeply, then screamed his name over and over again.  As the shudders still
rocked her, he released her clit and soothingly began to kiss his way up her
body.  When he reached her face, he kissed her gasping mouth, sucking her lower
lip into his mouth.  He pushed up onto his arms and stared down at her.  His
own personal Goddess, flushed with the pleasure that he gave her, more
beautiful now he thought, then she had ever been.  He laid his body on top of
hers, the need to touch her completely, was overwhelming.  Her breathing was
still rapid; pressing her nipples against his chest until they almost tickled. 
Which she must have thought was a great idea, because she raised her hands to
his sides and tickled.  She took advantage of his squirming surprise and rolled
them over until she was on top.  "Now that I've got you where I want you", she
purred, and starting at the hollow of his throat, she began kissing her way
down his chest.  As she nipped at the curve of his ribs, she made a sound deep
in her throat, a kind of cross between a growl and a bark.  'Vixen', supplied
the small part of his brain that was still able to function and the rest of him
agreed. 

As she kissed across his stomach, he felt his whole groin tighten with
anticipation.  He bit his lower lip to keep from bucking as she dipped her
tongue into his navel.  She had his pants and boxers off even faster than she
had removed her own clothing.  She reached down again and nipped at the edge of
his navel, then continued her way down his body.  She bypassed his cock and he
couldn't hold back a groan.  "Patience" she whispered, her voice husky with
amusement.  " That's not as funny as I thought it was," he answered.  He felt
her smile as she pressed her open mouth to his balls, cupping them gently in
her mouth.  His breath caught in his chest again as she sucked very lightly,
her tongue tracing the crease between them.  He groaned again as she released
him, but gasped with amazement as her tongue followed the crease behind his
balls.  He felt her start to chuckle as she reached down to bite the curve of
his ass.  "I've wanted to do that since the first day" she said as she smiled
brilliantly at him.  She leaned back over him and took his cock in her mouth,
straight down until he could feel the back of her throat.  It took every ounce
of his self-control to hold still, letting her control the exquisite pleasure
she was giving him. So slowly, she slipped her mouth and lips up and down the
length of his cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she reached the top,
then plunging downward again.  He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up to his
face.  "Not the first time," he said, "not like that."  "Later?" she
questioned.  "Yes. Later."  She smiled down at him with a simple sweetness,
knelt above his hips and slid slowly down on his cock. They both groaned with
the sensation, the feeling of filling and of being filled, melding into one. 
She lifted almost completely off of him, then slid back down in a single
movement.  She repeated the motion several times, then pulled off suddenly,
slid down his body and meeting his eyes, poised her mouth over his cock and
said, "Is it later yet?" As he stared in shock, she slid her lips over him,
tasting herself on him, swallowing him straight down the full length of his
cock.

The sight of her, swallowing her juices from his cock caused the fragile
strings of his control to snap.  She had managed to lift a simple act of
pleasure to an almost holy benediction.  His Goddess was raising him up to the
status of a God.  He roared a sound of joy and surprise, lifted her up and
flipped her over, slamming back inside of her, chanting her name over and over,
like a prayer.  She wrapped her legs around him, letting him set the rhythm,
stroking his face and whispering her love to him.  Her orgasm took her by
surprise and she arched underneath him, driving him deeper inside.  As she
spasmed around him, he dropped his mouth to hers and groaned into her mouth as
his world exploded.  Several minutes passed; the only sound that of their
labored breath. "Too heavy" he sighed and tried to pull off of her.  "Never!"
she answered and locked her arms and legs around him, pulling him down to her,
his head resting in the curve of her neck.  She smiled as his breathing slowed,
the rasp of his chin tickling her neck.  "Go to sleep" she said, "I'll be right
here."   "My blood pressure is 3 over 1 right now," he rumbled into her neck. 
"Then sleep.  Tomorrow is a weekend and I think I could learn to love morning
sex," she whispered back, stroking his cheek softly.  "What about 'Afternoon
Delight?'" he asked sleepily.  "Just as long as I don't have to sing," she
said, as he started to drift off.  The last he heard before sleep took him was
her soft voice singing slightly off-key, "Gonna find my lover, gonna hold him
tight."