Night Music |House|Mature|

[Dr. Gregory House]

House's breath hitched as Cuddy took his manhood in hand. Oh, how he just wanted to throw her over and have his way with her. In fact, why was he even debating this? "Lisa," he growled sexily. His hands on her silk underwear made him pause, rubbing his fingers against the texture of the silk. He liked it. A lot. He shook his head awake, firming his hold on her, he pulled her onto his lap, twisting around, supporting Cuddy until she landed on the bad under him with a soft whump.

"Like to have my wicked way with you, Doctor," he said, pulling his leg up under him. He kneeled back, partially over Cuddy, looking her in the eyes. She was still as sexy as ever, and he drank his fill of her. He reached under her, finding the hooks of the bra and freed her from it. Flinging the bra away, he pulled his leg up and over Cuddy, not putting any weight on her, but still trapping her between his legs anyway. His balls just brushed the silk of her panties, which sent an indescribable sensation shooting straight up his spine. He trembled for a moment, before bending down to lick a trail around her breast, pausing to flick at the nipple, teasing it to a pert point.

"Gonna have my wicked way with you now," he smirked, reaching over for the honey glaze. His eyes were darkened with arousal for Cuddy. "Looking forward to the sounds I can make you make."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

The most interesting squeak escaped Cuddy's throat as House pulled her close. She dropped the plastic yogurt container over the side of the bed as she was flipped. Her eyes darkened as she gazed up at him, their eyes locked. She was tired of this game. She wanted him to touch her, fill her with indescribable sensations.

"Then have your wicked way with me," she invited, demanded. Then it occurred to her that House was the one in charge now. "You know something? It makes me sooo hot when you take control..." she trailed off as her bra was pulled away and the cool air of the room hit the flesh of her breasts. Then she was trapped beneath him, and he was torturing her. She hissed in pleasure as he skillfully teased her nipple.

"Oh.." she gasped out, "I think you'll be surprised what kind of sounds I can make."

[Dr. Gregory House]

House delighted in the squeak Cuddy made, and the low hiss she released as he tortured her breasts. He smirked at Cuddy's demanding comment, and was looking forward to discovering more ways to elicit more erotic sounds from her.

He hoped he would be surprised at the sounds she could make. Grasping her wrists, he drew them up above her head. "Don't move them," he ordered, wrapping the delicate fingers around the headboard, "hold on tight," he murmured, loving how the position thrust her breasts toward him.

"Very nice," he hissed out, running a hand down her neck and over a breast, "a very nice canvas, indeed." He reached out, opened the lid of the container of warmed honey glaze, and sat back on his haunches, not placing very much weight on Cuddy's thighs. He took a moment to admire and study the picture Cuddy presented to him. Soon, soon, he would be driving Cuddy crazy with intense pleasure.

Finally, he seemed satisfied and without warning, tipped the container over, drizzling a pattern of honey glaze over Cuddy's chest. Setting the container down, he quickly began lapping it up, short quick strokes of his tongue interspersed with long, languorous and slow swipes of his tongue over the landscape of honey on her sweet pale flesh. He paused, to pay particular attention at her neglected nipple, sucking and licking, nipping at it slightly, before soothing the abused nub with his tongue.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Doing as instructed, Cuddy held tight to the headboard, wondering what House had planned. She moaned as his hand moved over her skin. Whatever it was, it was sure to be quite the experience, and she couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her lips when he opened the honey glaze.

The first moment it touched her skin, she arched her back, groaning. The sweet sticky substance warmed her skin as it was drizzled over her. She thought about saying something, but words escaped her momentarily as she felt his tongue on her flesh. "Oooooo," she moaned, wishing for the torture to be over, but at the same time never wanting it to stop. Feeling his mouth on her nipple again, she was sorely tempted to remove her hands from the headboard. But she resisted, closing her eyes tightly instead. Depriving herself of sight to increase the sensation of touch.

"More..." she gasped out, totally immersing herself in the sensations House was causing her to feel. "Oooh. Oh god....you have no idea what you're doing to me..." Lisa was surprised that she could even breathe; the air seemed so heavy around her, thick with the lust the two of them felt for one another. "You have no idea how f*cking good this makes me feel..." She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. But she would hold out as long as she had to.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Encouraged by Cuddy's naughty use of dirty language, House finished licking up the last of the honey glaze before reaching over to begin the torture anew. Pouring it more liberally, this time, the honey glaze oozed and dribbled over her body, easing around the crevices of her breasts and pooling in her navel. House was eager to explore this new method of examining Cuddy's body, his cock beginning to ache and become needy.

Immaculately thorough, as always, House began the long torturous process again, listening to Cuddy's moans and breathy gasps. The honey was sweet on his tongue, mixed in with the salty taste of Cuddy's skin and the sweet smell of her perfume, fading now beneath the musk of their sex.

Licking languorously, he took his sweet time licking every centimeter of her skin, investigating the swell of her breasts, the pert nipples that pointed straight out, like they were demanding his attention. He tweaked the nipples between his teeth, giving them something to cry about, before he released the pressure and soothed them with his tongue. Traveling further down her body, he licked around her abdomen, feeling her under him, plunging his tongue into her navel making sure he got every last drop and smear of the honey glaze.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

"Oooh..." she squealed as more of the honey glaze traveled over her skin. She kept her eyes closed, focusing intently on the feel of it running in little rivers over her sides, around, over, and under her breasts, across her stomach. There wasn't much she could do trapped underneath him, though, to help speed along the process of removing the glaze from her body. So she encouraged him.

"Oh, f*ck, Greg...why didn't we think of this before?" she ground out, teeth clenched against the cry of pleasure wanting to force itself out. She couldn't hold it back any longer, however, when the torture of her nipples resumed. Lisa whimpered as his tongue traveled lower, crying out again when she felt his tongue in her navel. Finally, finally, she didn't think she could take much more.

"Please....please, Greg....need you....want you inside me...So...so very wet for you...." she begged, writhing underneath him and arching up again. "Want to touch you....feel you..." Her entire body felt like it was on fire under House's touch, and she wanted more of it.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House didn't care if he didn't get all of the honey glaze, Cuddy's cries were driving him to urgent distraction. Pressing a finger into her folds, he could feel that she was wet and ready for him. Carefully, he lined up his engorged penis and slid himself in, hiking Cuddy's leg up to his hip with a free hand even as he buried himself into her.

Suppressing a groan, he stayed in her tight heat for a long moment, savouring how she sealed herself so tightly around him, so hot and getting hotter by inches. Then he pulled out and thrust back into her again, and again. Repeating the movement, he moaned with pleasure as the remnants of the honey clung to their skin, rolling between them with sticky pleasure. They would need a bath after this, a nice hot bath. That thought was impossibly hot and he thrust into Cuddy harder and faster, taking care to rub against her clitoris and aim for the 'g' spot.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

"Oooh!" she cried as she finally felt herself being filled. "Yes....yesssss...." she hissed. Her eyes flew open the first time he pulled back, and she moaned as he thrust back into her, loving how what was left of the glaze felt between their bodies. Unsure if she would be allowed to remove her hands from the headboard, Cuddy lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts in perfect time. "Oh yes...that's it..." she moaned, feeling every inch of the hard shaft moving in and out of her. Her skin was so sensitized that the lightest touch had her crying out in pleasure.

Everything about the act was so intense, and the foreplay had been incredible and Cuddy didn't know how much longer she could last under all the mindnumbing sensations she was feeling. "Ooooh..." she groaned as he hit her G spot. "Don't think I can last much longer...." she warned, her head already starting to spin. She refused to let herself come, though; she wanted them to come together this time.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House worked himself, and Cuddy, up with his thrusts. He was feeling the edges of ecstasy building up, energy crackling along his spine. It was burning him with a white hot fire from the inside out, and he groaned as Cuddy's inner muscles contracted around him. Squeezing him. Making him hers.

He shuddered, feeling the warmth of ecstasy reaching out deep into his belly and pulling him up into the electrifying light, the dizzying heights of pleasure. He could feel himself breaching the barrier, drawing inexorably closer to the sheer pleasure that waited for him. He held back, wanting to make sure that Cuddy was close enough to the edge, which he was sure she was, judging by the incoherence of her cries. He couldn't hold back anymore, letting the waves crash over him relentlessly. He let loose a primal scream of pleasure that pulled from the tip of his curled toes to the stretch of his corded muscles in his neck, spilling out his raw, unbridled surge of ecstasy.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

As soon as she felt him begin to let go, Cuddy followed, allowing the tide to finally wash over her. She cried out, gripping the heaboard tighter as she came, feeling the wonderful release deep in her bones. There was no coming down from this high any time soon, she was sure. Her chest heaved with every breath she drew, and her arms were beginning to ache from the position she was in.

Removing her hands from the headboard, she wrapped her arms around House's neck. "That was so incredible..." she gasped out, leaning up to kiss him. The sound of the porno in the living room had faded, and Cuddy vaguely wondered if it was over. Deciding she didn't much care at the moment, she groaned. "Think we should get cleaned up?" she asked, eager to have House wash what was left of the honey glaze off her skin...then she would return the favor.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Mmm," House panted, feeling pleasantly wrung out, "bathtub sex." He buried his nose into Cuddy's hair, half collapsed on top of her, his spent, limp penis slipping out from within her. "Sounds good to me, getting dirty while we clean up," he smirked lecherously, rolling over to crawl out of bed.

Grasping his cane, he made his way to the bathroom and started running the hot water, plugging the drain and waiting for it to fill. He had an old fashioned bathtub that was particularly large. Large enough for two to sit comfortably. Large enough for two to do other things...

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Sighing, Cuddy laid in bed for a while longer after House had left. When she was sure she could finally stand again, sure that her head had stopped spinning from the intensity of her orgasm, she finally sat up. Sliding off the mattress, she left the bedroom, sauntering to the bathroom.

Walking up behind House, she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against him. "It's been a while since we've had sex in such a random place," she said, smirking into his back. "Not counting that time in your office, of course..." she added. "Unless you want to count it. Either way, my point remains valid." She let her hands trail lower, dusting her fingertips over his package.

[Dr. Gregory House]

"Oh, that time in my office definitely counts. It is a fishbowl, after all," House remarked. He leaned back into her touch, "but as it was nearly a week ago, it sure has been a while. So your point is still valid," he smirked. Leaning forward to shut the water off, he gestured to the slightly steaming water, flicking a few drops toward Cuddy, "the bath awaits. Time to get clean."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

She flinched a little as the water droplets hit her, shying away playfully. Putting on a cute, confused look, Cuddy stared at House. "I thought we were getting dirty?" A saucy wink accompanied the question, effectively ruining the mock-confusion. She didn't care though. Walking around him, she stepped into the water, sinking down into it. Spreading her legs invitingly. "Coming?" she asked, draping her arms along the sides of the tub. Oh yes. This was going to be all kinds of fun.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House smirked in reply to her comment, and he chirruped cheerfully, "we can do both!" He shuffled over to the shower head pipes, and grabbed his leg to lift it over the edge. Grabbing the pipe to support himself, he winked at Cuddy, "I believe I just did," he answered her question.

The pipe rattled slightly as he made his way in and gratefully sank into the warm water. Situated comfortably, he grabbed a bar of soap, working up a lather. "Here's to you coming as well. Again and again," he leered.