Night Music |House|Mature|

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

As he bucked, her grip tightened on his hips. It thrilled Cuddy to have House under her power like this. Deciding that she probably shouldn't be that cruel, she arched into him as she slid her tongue across his flesh. The sounds he made almost drove her to quicken her pace. But if she did that, she was sure those wonderful noises would stop. Finishing with the smile, she sat up again, staring down at House.

Moving her hands off of his hips, she ran them up his sides, sliding them up to grip his shoulders. Smirking wickedly, her eyes heavy with lust, she repositioned herself so that she was partially laying on him. Lisa moaned, feeling the heat of his body and his growing hardness pressed against her flesh as she shifted up, flicking her tongue over one nipple, tasting the foodstuff covering it. Without warning, she latched on, sucking the yogurt away, her tongue pressed against the male nub. Once she'd finished, she moved to the other one, repeating the process.

"You want something, don't you?" she whispered against his chest, pressing soft sweet kisses along the expanse of skin, making her way up to his throat. "Tell me what you want." Cuddy latched on to his throat, sucking, licking, marking. He was hers and she'd make sure everyone knew it.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Oh yeah, House thought, my brains are already gone. Brains? What brains? There are no brains here! He could only utter some odd syllables that may haps meant something in the affirmative. The things Cuddy was doing to his nipples was probably outlawed in 34 states. The hold Cuddy had on his shoulders kept him pressed down against the mattress, which was kind of turning him on. He writhed and bucked at her hot mouth sucking at his nipples.

"Lis--" House uttered, moaning. It was like electricity running from the tips of his nurples shocking and coruscating throughout his body in a racing path straight to his cock. His hard length was saluting all the way up, and begging for more. Then she went straight for the jugular, literally.

"Want..." he gritted out, panting. His fingers reached for something to grip that wasn't his hair and found pillow. "Don't stop, Lisa," House finally got out in a harsh breath. "Want you now." He turned his head, trying to kiss her anywhere he could reach as she was nearly mauling his throat.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

His crys drove her to suck harder on his neck, uncaring in that moment that the hickey was likely to be noticed by his team the next time he was in his office...which would most likely be Thursday. Since neither one of them would be going into work the next day.

Heeding his request, Cuddy kept her lips firmly attached to his throat as she ground against him, moaning into his flesh as she grew wet and hot for him. Deciding that her claim on House was sufficiently staked, she peeled her lips away from his neck, examining the mark she had made. Guiding her hands down to his chest, she pushed herself up, gazing down at him with half-lidded eyes. Once she was fully upright, she adjusted herself again so that she was straddling his waist, his cock nestled between the globes of her bottom. Slowly, she ground herself against him, needing herself to be hot and wet and ready for him, loving the unintelligible sounds he made.

Reaching out, she grazed her fingers over the mark on his neck, a mark that would be visible constantly no matter what he wore. "You're mine, Greg. No one else can have you," she whispered, moaning as she felt her juices begin to pool beneath her on his lower abdomen. She took that as her cue to lift herself up and back. Sliding her hands back down, she braced herself with one hand while her other took his hard length in hand, gripping the base tightly.

Teasingly, she rocked her slick opening against the head of his cock before sliding down slowly, rotating her hips as she sank onto him. She stopped about halfway down, still gyrating on his prick. Quite without warning, she ceased all movement, drawing her hand away from his member quickly, placing it on his hips with her other hand, keeping him from bucking into her. She would stay in control. "Say it," she ordered. She wouldn't f*ck him until he said he wanted it. In those words. "Tell me you want me to f*ck you...tell me you want to be ridden hard...and I'll let you touch me," Lisa breathed.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House groaned, long and hard as she sucked at his neck. It was impossibly hot, and she was probably leaving a hickey. Somehow, he couldn't find it in himself to care overly much. It was like being in high school again, or college. Just reliving the glory days. A long moment later, when House was sure his whole throat was bruised, Cuddy drew away. He muttered protestingly, but then her eyes were on him, heavy lidded and beguiling. She ground herself against his hard, aching cock and he could feel her dampness on his sensitive organ.

With a shout, he tensed his body, wanting to be in her, wanting to have her surrounding him more than she had already been, more than her hands on his chest, brushing his sensitized nipples, more than her mouth at his throat, her lips on his. He was so impossibly turned on that he could feel it deep in his groin, a dark, deep pulling in his lower abdomen. She touched his neck, and he could feel the mark she had made on him.

"Yours," he agreed, breathless. This was torture of the best kind. He was so close to being sheathed inside her, when she stopped. He squirmed and gasped, "Lisa, please, f*ck me," he growled sexily. He wasn't above begging. Actually, for all intents and purposes, he was quite firmly ensconced in the gutter. This had been a long night of intense lovemaking, and he wasn't sure if he would even survive this last one. Oh, but what a way to go.

"Ride me hard, let me touch you. I'll make you come so hard, just, Lisa, Lisa, just let go, let me touch you," House muttered, forcing his vivid blue eyes to focus on hers. He stared, licked his lips. "Just do something."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

It took all her willpower just to stay in her current position as he begged. Pleaded. To Lisa's ears, those words were among the most erotic she'd heard all night, and she leaned forward, lifting herself off of his cock. Just slightly. She leaned forward, running her hands up over his chest, staring into his eyes. As she pressed herself closer, she made sure that he was still inside her as she kissed him passionately, pulling his arms from behind his head.

She pulled away, her eyes locked with his once more as she returned to her original position. Cuddy guided House's hands to rest on her hips, her palms resting on the backs of his hands. Slowly, she pulled his hands up over her sides, pressing them against her breasts. Moaning, she rocked in place, still situated with half of his shaft inside her.

"I'm going to ride you so f*cking hard," she whispered, lifting up a fraction of an inch before letting herself drop, completely burying his prick in her channel. Lisa let out a long groan, the sensation of being so completely filled washing over her. She slid her hands from his down his arms, pulling herself up again, resting her hands again on his shoulders before trailing her fingers over his neck and across his cheeks. She lowered her face to rest her cheek against his.

"Touch me," she whispered against the shell of his ear. "Make me moan. Make me yours." She licked the shell of his ear once before guiding herself back up, rocking back and forth on his prick. "You feel so good, Greg...So good..." she panted, rotating her hips clockwise, then counterclockwise, before starting to rock slowly again a couple times before once again ceasing all movement.

Instead of making him beg again, she rose up halfway, impaling herself once more. An idea struck her then, and she wondered how House would react to this new way of doing things. A sexy smirk twisting her lips, she started rocking again, leaning forward to brace her hands against the headboard, her breasts hanging over his face, somehow managing to keep up the rhythm she'd set with her rocking.

[Dr. Gregory House]

House watched Lisa's face as she reacted to his words. He knew she was getting off on his words. He knew she liked feeling like she was in control of him because she so often wasn't at work, even though she was his boss. Her lips suddenly met his and she was kissing him like she wanted to devour him. He met her lips back, arching up to put more of himself into the kiss.

His hands finally freed, he began to feel the faint stirrings of ecstasy reaching out as she guided his hands over her hips. His fingers brushed against her soft skin, tantalizing the sensory nerves and sending pleasurable signals to his brain. He loved the feel of Cuddy's baby soft skin, the pull and dip of it stretched over her hip bones, curving lovingly over her ass. Where her ass met her thighs, that was his favourite place to touch her.

But all that was secondary to what Cuddy was doing to his cock. Her whispered cuss turned him on. She lifted herself with such precision that House felt he would fall to weeping. The agony of the rapture she was inducing in him with every twist of her hips, every whisper in his ear, every single breath she took, was almost more than he could bear.

But then she leaned over him as she f*cked him. But then she grabbed the head board. But then she let her breasts rub over his face.

It was so blatant a snub, so sexy and dominating that House had to applaud the masterfully executed maneuver. Then he lost himself in her, the smell of her perspiration trickling down between her breasts, the feel of her nipples as they brushed against his face, his nose. His fingers dug into her buttocks as she f*cked his hard aching length. His lips grazed against her skin, his tongue flicked out to taste the bead of sweat gracing her breasts, and his toes curled.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Lisa moaned at the contact of her sensitive breasts with House's face. A high whimper escaped her as her hard nipples ghosted over his skin. His hands on her ass urged her to rock harder on his cock, panting. His lips, his tongue on her breasts was chilling. A thrilling shiver coursed through her entire body, and she groaned in complete and utter pleasure.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and Cuddy was surprised it hadn't exploded, it was beating so hard, beating in time with her forceful grinding and rocking. Another moan escaped her as she adjusted her hips to manipulate her clit in a completely different way as she rocked against him. Even though she knew he probably couldn't see it, given the angle, Cuddy smirked, her eyes closed tightly against the massive onslaught of sensations.

Pressing her knees against his sides, she rode him harder, groaning as she took House's prick deeper, the angle perfect. The only thing wrong with the position was that she couldn't touch him. So she drew herself back, her legs pressing harder against his to brace herself. Slowly, tortuously, she slid her body over his, kissing him all over as she set herself back upright. She pressed hard on his chest, her fingers trailing over the flesh, pinching, twisting, teasing House's nipples as she panted.

"Love you," she ground out. She didn't know how many times that night that she'd said it, but she knew House would never get tired of hearing it. "Ooooooooh," she hissed, rocking forward once before rotating her hips a couple times. "f*ck yes! So f*cking good," Cuddy moaned as she lifted herself once more and slammed down hard. "You like this, Greg? Tell me you love it..." Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper.

[Dr. Gregory House]

It was great sex. Skin on skin, sweat mingling, grunts and groans creating a symphony of passion. House never wanted it to end. He loved her fingers on his chest, teasing his nipples as it sent paroxysms of electricity straight down his belly to his cock and tightening his balls. He trembled against the onslaught.

House groaned, trying to muster together enough brain cells to tell Lisa that he loved every second of it. Then again, it was rather obvious, considering she was riding his hard, tumescent penis with wild abandon. Still, he supposed it bore repeating. "God, Lisa, yes! I love it, don't stop!"

Orgasm snuck up on him, and he gasped, utterly surprised and helplessly bucking into it headlong. His vivid blue eyes wide and unseeing as fireworks literally exploded across his vision. It was so much, too much he couldn't handle it. It was knowing everything, seeing everything with utter clarity and beauty.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Cuddy shivered slightly; the air of the room felt cool against her heated flesh and she became acutely aware of every drop of perspiration that covered her body. House's cries drove her on, and she rode him harder, pressing her hands against his chest. Her eyes squeezed shut, she blocked out everything except the feel of House under her, the sounds they both made, the scent of their lovemaking.

Her eyes flew open and her lips parted in a indecipherable moan as she felt herself let go. Her heart beat faster and she was sure it would explode, her breath came in short bursts, her eyes glazed over and she kept up her frantic pace on his penis, riding him harder even through climax. Her mind was completely blank and the world could have ended right outside the apartment and she would never have noticed.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Coming down from the amazing high, House panted harshly. Endorphins flooded him, and suddenly the world was temporarily roses. "Everything's coming up roses," House hummed the old musical number under his breath, gently rubbing his fingers over Cuddy's back. He felt utterly undone and completely content to remain that way in bed with Cuddy for quite possibly the rest of his life. However long that would be until their bodies starved to death. Well, in actuality, dehydration would get them first.

Okay, that took care of the afterglow. House stopped humming, smirking wryly to himself. He just couldn't allow himself to escape the vagaries and horrors of life in general for more than ten seconds. More than an hour, or two really, 'cause that's how long their lovemaking had gone on. It wasn't a marathon, but it came damn close.

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Sensation ebbed and the world came back into focus. Completely sated, utterly relaxed, and so very tired, Cuddy gently slid herself down and off to lay next to House. The emptiness that filled her when she felt his cock slip from her opening was quickly negated by the touch of his fingers on her back. She rested her head on his shoulder, one hand tracing idle patterns on his chest. She chuckled softly.

"I made you come three times tonight..." she observed, lifting her head slightly to look at him, silently inviting him to kiss her. "Pretty good to have around, aren't I?" she smirked. Sighing contentedly, she curled herself closer to House, seeking his embrace.

[Dr. Gregory House]

Sleepily, House nodded, "yeah. I think I'll keep you around for a while. You can cook right?"

He didn't. Cook that is. He knew enough to survive, but he mostly ordered takeout, or pizza, or subsisted on Wilson's weird food. He was definitely sure Cuddy could cook. She could make a mean breakfast. It was way too late to be contemplating this, however, and he turned his head to nuzzle his nose into Cuddy's hair. "Go to sleep. I can feel your smug; it's giving me a rash."

[Dr. Lisa Cuddy]

Only offering a smile in response, Cuddy settled herself closer to House, her eyes half-shut with weariness. Of course she could cook. She would even offer to make breakfast when they woke up. But that was later. Now, however, the only thing on her mind was sleeping, preferably wrapped in House's arms.

This was how it should be.

"Smugness is contagious; I caught mine from you," she murmured sleepily. Her body relaxed and her breathing started to even out. She was warm and comfortable, and curled up next to her lover's warm body. His shoulder made a nice pillow, she realized. She was asleep within moments of thinking that.