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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 11:05:27 GMT -7
As Cuddy writhed on his achingly hard penis, House had to close his eyes and grit his teeth. He wanted this to last, wanted to make Cuddy get to the edge, begging for release. He felt a brush of her shirt against his face and he opened his eyes to see Cuddy's breasts, bare and perfectly there for him.
He growled, "I'll show you faster." The bud of one nipple was there for him, begging for the soft clench and twist of his teeth, and he took it by the lips first, letting his tongue roll across the tip of the nub. Deeming it sufficiently wet, he took hold of it with his teeth and slowly, gently applied pressure. Just enough to get a squeak from Cuddy. He tilted his head to twist it as well, all the while his hands braced himself on Cuddy's hips, his own hips drawing out from within Cuddy to quickly thrust back in. He pulled out and thrust back in again, moving from the abused nipple to the other sadly neglected one to repeat the treatment there.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 11:22:24 GMT -7
A long, drawn out moan escaped Cuddy as House took hold of her nipple. Her breasts were already sensitive from her sweat and the material of her shirt rubbing against them. This was torture. Insanely beautiful torture. Her head rolled back as Cuddy squealed like a schoolgirl. She loved how he did that, how he teased and tweaked her nipples. Groaning, she shifted her hips, feeling his hands on her skin, feeling him withdraw. She was about to say something when he thrust back. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she gripped the back of his neck, pushing his mouth harder to her breast.
She'd just come, but she was getting damp again. The thought dared to cross her mind that House wasn't using his full potential as a sex god. "Oh...oh...That's good...that's really good...." she said, completely breathless, loosening her grip on his neck as he moved again. Cuddy arched into him, offering more of her breasts to him. Right at this moment, she couldn't care less if there was a video camera set up somewhere with an equipped microphone, set to capture this moment. The thought turned her on.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 11:33:27 GMT -7
House felt her trembling inside, heard her moaning and her hands on neck letting him do was he was so good at. He thrust into her once more, before stopping buried to the hilt, so to speak, smirking wickedly. The next phase of the torture was to begin. He leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, his breath tickling it. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you love it."
It was torture for him too. His cock was screaming at him to move, to feel her tight heat scraping against him, threatening to milk him dry. He wanted it so much, but the agony of holding off would make the final climax mind-blowing. He held her hips to him, exerting his force of will to remain perfectly still. Sweat beaded under his shirt.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 11:54:06 GMT -7
A half-gasp, half-shriek forced its way past her lips as she felt the fullness of his erection inside her channel. His breath against her ear sent goosebumps up all over her body. Cuddy had to struggle to keep her voice even, to keep her words from slurring together; she had to make sure she was understood, even when she was speaking softly.
"I want it, Greg....I want it so f*cking bad." She paused to lick his pulse point, blowing across the spot. "I love it...I love it when you torture me like this..." Raising her head, she placed a soft, sensual kiss on House's lips, not too hard, but still insistent. In the back of her mind, she knew there was something else she had to say, something important, something that couldn't wait. Prying her lips from his, she gazed into his clear blue eyes, her own brown ones shining. Now probably wasn't the time for it, but she had to say those words. He had to know.
"I'm so sorry...I love you, and I'm sorry," Knowing instinctively that he would know what she was talking about, she kissed him again, sucking his lower lip into her mouth and biting gently before letting it go. Her fingers caressed his face as she loved him. Somehow, she knew that by eliminating all of the hard feelings of the past few days, this intense moment of spontaneous lovemaking would be all the sweeter.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 20:07:11 GMT -7
Hearing Cuddy beg to be f*cked and f*cked hard made him reconsider the wisdom of his decision to make this bout of lovemaking as deliriously long as it has been. Her cries went straight to his cock, damning him and his staying power.
She was sorry, she loved him and she was sorry. Her words stayed him, made him freeze in place. Sorry. Sorry for what? Telling him that she hated him when he knew she didn't really? Sorry for not believing him when he said he could survive the infarction in his leg, could rehabilitate the dying muscles so long as he made it through the shock? Sorry for everything? House looked into Cuddy's eyes, silently accepting the apology, even as he didn't know why she was apologizing. He could take anything from her, even her apologies.
Finally relenting to the demands of both their heated flesh, he thrust into her and began the rhythm anew. The ancient dance that has existed since the dawn of man. He was bound and determined to bring her to the edge and take her over.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 20:34:05 GMT -7
A gasp escaped her as he thrust again. "Harder..." she moaned. "Oh god...harder." Cuddy worked her hands over his chest, pressing and massaging. "Faster..." She tightened her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into her, groaning loudly into his ear.
Everything was forgotten in that moment. The heat of his body against hers, the cool counterpoint of the glass table beneath her, the deep, sexual connection between them was all that mattered. Wanting more from him, she shifted, untangling her legs from behind him. Cuddy pulled away, leaning back on the table, lifting her hips. She raised her legs, trying to get one on each of his shoulders without breaking their rhythm. "Want more....." she begged. "Need it." Moving her hips again, she moaned exquisitely. "f*ck me, Greg....f*ck me hard. Please....I...I want...I want to come...." She'd lapsed back into dirty talk, knowing it what it would do to him. Needing what it would do to him.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 21:25:40 GMT -7
His steady thrusts began to increase in tempo with every word she uttered. The more Cuddy talked dirty to him, the more House lost his control. Cuddy could do this to him, every time. She loved the rough sex, he had almost forgotten that about her.
House could barely contain his moans, panting through every exquisite torture of his hard length penetrating her. His every thrust angled to ensure maximum pleasure for Cuddy, rubbing against the clitoris, and aiming for the Gräfenberg spot that of its existence, many gynecologists and doctors still remain skeptical. House knows better. It exists. Every time he manages to hit it, Cuddy goes wild. Well. More wild.
He was too close to climax, he just needed that last push, that last breath stealing squeeze of Cuddy's inner muscles. Groaning, long and hard when he finally made it. Teetering on the edge, falling is like ecstasy, pleasure, colours, and sounds and insanity all mixed together and he came with an insensate shout of "Lisa!" His final thrust into Cuddy was like a benediction, a promise made that could never be broken, because it was made and fulfilled in the same moment.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 21:52:36 GMT -7
The faster pace was more than what Cuddy needed. Her moans grew louder and more frequent with each and every thrust, each brush against her clit, each time he hit her spot. It was better this way; it always was. The thought crossed her mind again, as it had the last time: Rough sex was the best sex. It was one of those constants, one of the few things that Cuddy could count on.
"Oh....oh...oh...OH!" she moaned, the sounds running into each other as she felt that white hot heat roll up in her, ready to break loose at just...the...right..moment. "f*ck!" she groaned, tightening herself around him, feeling every inch of the hard shaft buried in her. The sound of her name pushed her over, and she arched up, her nipples pointed to the ceiling, moaning her climax. "Greg...." she panted, lifting herself up, her legs sliding from his shoulders. Somehow, in the haze of post-coital bliss, she managed to wrap her arms around House's neck, managed to find his lips and seal them with a soul-searing kiss.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 22:28:44 GMT -7
House felt Cuddy's lips on his and he distantly met her halfway. He was still insensate, still coming down from the high. He was utterly, utterly satisfied. He purred, pleased. He didn't even care that he was awkwardly half on the table in a position that should at the very least, be massively uncomfortable. He had just had hot, amazing conference room sex with Cuddy, who was his boss in the hospital at which they both worked.
He'd never do another DDX in this room without looking at this table and thinking of what he and Cuddy had just done. He cursed, inwardly. Next time, he'd have to do this in Cuddy's office so she could share in his torture. Not right for a man to have to work in here thinking of that amazing sexual experience that occurred here, and she not share in it.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 22:39:40 GMT -7
Cuddy's mind was blissfully blank as she kissed him. She pulled back gently, almost hesitantly. She wasn't sure if she should say anything just yet, not while they were both still too high to think about anything deeper than what they'd just experienced. So she held her tongue, at least for the moment. She had a better place for it, anyway.
Closing the gap between them again, she slipped her tongue into House's mouth, running it up along the roof and around his gums. That had been, quite possibly, the best sex she'd ever had. Except, now, she'd never be able to pass him in the hall, or be in the same elevator with him without blushing. She pulled away again, staring into his eyes. Her voice hesitant and rough from overuse, she asked, "Does this mean that we're back together?" She didn't really care at the moment whether they were or not. All she cared about was having him in her arms.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 23:19:24 GMT -7
The position House was in, half lying on top of Cuddy, half bent on the table had begun to be very uncomfortable for House, so he slid over, resting on his left hip. He ended up curling around Cuddy, his hand plunged in Cuddy's long dark tresses, damp from their earlier exertion, his other hand resting on Cuddy's belly.
House shifted at her question, propping himself up onto one elbow, not caring how ridiculous he looked with his pants and boxers trapping his legs together a little below his knees. "Do you want us to be?" House asked, instead of retreating behind his walls of sarcasm. Though he couldn't resist a little of the ambivalent humour he liked to insert into conversations, "although if we keep falling into sex with each other every time we see each other, we may as well be back together."
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Jan 31, 2009 23:28:50 GMT -7
Noticing House's movements, a frown crossed her lips, creasing her brow. "If your leg is bothering you, we could move to a chair...." she suggested, not wanting his pain to distract either of them. She sighed, reveling in the contact. It had been a while since they'd lain like this, just being with each other. His hand in her hair was comforting, and the other on her stomach reminded her of what might be happening. She'd have to order some tests done.
"I would like very much for us to be together." There was still a hint of hesitance in her voice. If they started dating again, who's to say the rest of the hospital wouldn't find out. She couldn't help but laugh a little at his joke. "Hm," she hummed in agreement. "If we keep falling into sex with each other, no where in this hospital will be safe," she returned. She wanted to be with him, but she didn't want to risk either of their careers.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 31, 2009 23:56:29 GMT -7
"I'm good," House muttered, "that thing we just did that ended with us and our minds being blown away? Totally makes me forget I even have a leg." Cuddy's hair smelled really good. He was feeling quite boneless now that he was comfortably curled around Cuddy. The only thing that would make this better would be a bed. Preferably his queen sized bed back in his apartment. That was a comfortable bed.
"Then everyone else be damned," House murmured, "we should be together. So let's be together." He pulled her closer, burying his nose into her hair. That had better be the end of that.
House smirked drowsily. All in all, this was a really, really great way to spend a day.
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Post by Dr. Lisa Cuddy on Feb 1, 2009 0:10:21 GMT -7
"If you're sure..." she murmured, curling into him. "We should do this more often, then." A contented smile crossed her lips as she relaxed into his arms. Her mind was blank, her body was limp, and she was curled up with the only man she'd ever really loved.
Cuddy grinned when she realized he was smelling her hair. This was also when she realized that the room had the odd smell of her perfume and House's cologne mixed in the air. She had to laugh at the image of one of his people asking about it.
"Then we're together," she whispered, feeling slightly drowsy. She really didn't want to get up fix coffee right now, but she didn't exactly want to fall asleep on House's conference table, either. "You want some coffee?" she asked, turning her head.
Cuddy was glad that he'd consented to being with her. It meant that there was a lot more of this to look forward to.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Feb 1, 2009 0:21:23 GMT -7
Coffee sounded like heaven. House didn't particularly want to fall asleep on the coffee table either. If anyone walked in on them... it would be one thing if they had done so while he was having sex with Cuddy, it's quite another while he was cuddling her with his pants down. There were limits to what House was willing to be seen doing.
"Yes," House replied, reluctantly pulling away from Cuddy. He sat up and reached down to grab his boxers and trousers and tugged them up. Hopping awkwardly on one leg, he managed to pull them on and fasten them securely. "Coffee sounds perfect." House gathered up his cane and hobbled to the white board that was currently blank, waiting for the next DDX. That it was currently covered by Cuddy's thrown shirt amused him. Pulling it down, he debated whether to toss it toward Cuddy. He liked the current view.
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