Scent of a Woman IV-Tiramisu
by Terma99@aol.com

Part (2/4)

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"Water?" Mulder held the glass out to the bare vision kneeling 
on his bed and she took a few swallows, passing it back to him. 
He finished the rest and leaned to set the empty glass aside. 
When he stood up he found her arms wrapped firmly around 
his hips, her eyes gazing intently at his groin.

"I had this incredible dream when I slept here the other 
night, Mulder." Her fingers moved over the muscles of his 
ass and he bit his lip to keep standing still. "Want to hear about it?"

She slid her hands around and began to touch him, lightly 
drawing her fingers through his pelvic hair. He swallowed 
hard, his fingers threading into her hair. "Sure."

"I dreamed you came home; I surprised you. You pulled a 
gun on me." She paused to kiss his belly. He struggled to 
find her meaning. Freud came to mind and he quickly 
shushed him.

"A gun..?"

"That wasn't nice. It made me anxious, excited..." Her 
kisses continued lower, across his abdomen, her chin 
brushing the tip of his cock. He shivered as her nails 
dragged lightly up his thigh and under his balls. 

"I woke up, hot, wet, wanting you. I was in your bed, this 
bed, and I needed to touch you, kiss you..."

She took him in a loose fist and began to kiss him, soft 
touches on his rigid flesh. He couldn't remember the last 
time a woman put her mouth on him--and he was pretty 
damn sure no one had ever kissed his penis before, not 
like she was. He swallowed, closing his eyes. There was 
no way in hell he could watch this. Her voice was almost 
too much.

"I wanted you to take me, hard. Just throw me to the 
floor, but I couldn't even wait for that, I had to take 
you in my mouth..."

Her lips kissed his tip and then parted, taking him in. 
She sucked him in deep, once, twice, thrice and released 
him before he could grow too fond of the sensation. Her 
hands squeezed his ass again and she looked up at him.

"I want to have you like I did in my dream. Will you let me 
do that?" He opened his eyes and saw the intent and desire 
radiating from her, hypnotic.

"Okay, but just a little while and then I'll have to ask you to 
stop. You'll promise me you'll stop, right?"

"I promise."

"Then he's all yours, but be gentle if you want it to last."

Mulder now understood why so many abduction scenarios 
involved sexual imagery. He was certain he'd be missing time 
for the next several minutes. He could feel her tongue, her 
lips, the faint scrape of her teeth surrounding him, loving 
him. It was good, so good, so good, his mind lying to him 
the whole time, telling him--it's okay, just a little bit more, 
just one more pull, one more suck, it's okay, it's okay...

He took a step back, touching her cheek. "Feels too good 
standing. I'll need to lie down."

She scooted up the bed and he kneeled next to her, kissing 
her roughly until she pressed him to lie down and get 
comfortable.

She went back to kissing him, and giving his length little 
flicks with her tongue, traveling lower until she was at his 
base, working the loose skin of his balls. He whimpered 
and rolled halfway over when she slipped a testicle into 
her mouth. 

She sucked him delicately, nudging his legs open, letting 
the furry oval fall wet and slick from her mouth with a 
gentle tug before taking care of the other half of the pair
--as if his glands needed the extra encouragement.

She licked all around and underneath his sac, soothing 
him until he needed to touch her chin again, urge her to 
give his cock some of that same TLC. She fed him a daring 
glance as her tongue teased his flushed tip, lapping up the 
eyedrop of anxious fluid. He moved his hips under her, trying 
to aim himself back into her mouth. She smiled and stroked 
his scrotum slowly as he whimpered and wriggled, unable to 
hold still under her hand.

"Please..." he begged.

"I will, but you have to tell me about something first."

"Anything."

Her eyes never leaving his penis, she opened her pretty red 
mouth and said. "I want you to tell me about what you do 
when you go home at night to your couch and your videos." 

His head flopped back and he chuckled. "You want a confession?"

She bent and licked his cock from base to tip. "Yes."

He hissed before answering. "Alright. You've got it. Now 
stop teasing, and take care of me, woman."

She went back about her business, maintaining a good hold on 
him, but keeping the sensations mild as he tried to find 
something fairly decent to share with the class. He could see 
her in the overhead mirror, a mussed red shock of hair 
bobbing over him, making him crazy. He took a deep breath 
and began in a low voice.

"Some nights, Scully, I couldn't help myself. I'd come home 
from work filled with thoughts of you--from working so close 
to you I could still smell you on me. I'd be so aroused, I'd lay 
back on the couch and touch myself thinking of you--of your 
lips--kissing them--kissing your breasts--tasting the wetness 
between your thighs...

...ah, that's really nice, do that again...

...Fantasizing about going down always gets me off. Always. I 
can't even think about licking you right now while you're doing 
this or it'll make me come--just like that."

She slipped him out of her mouth long enough to ask another 
question. "What are you thinking about right now?"

He smiled with gritted teeth, "Getting punched by Jimmy Nelson 
in third grade. Whether or not I bought toilet paper. A rerun of 
Three's Company. Everything tonight depends on my ability to 
distract myself. And it's getting to be more difficult by the 
minute--I want to be in you, Scully--but not yet--not just yet--
oh--god--"

His eyes squeezed shut. "...I'm sorry, baby, I have to ask you 
to stop."

She pulled up. He stared up at the mirror, blinking. He could 
still feel her breath on him. His voice was soft. "Don't...don't 
touch anything."

He reached down slowly with his right hand and gripped the 
head of his penis tightly for a few seconds. Then he released 
it and jiggled his balls, blowing out a lungful of air.

"Mulder, it's perfectly okay for you to come, we can just..."

He sat up on his elbows and pointed at her. "No it's not 
perfectly okay. We only get one shot at this. And I don't 
know about you, but I've got all night. And by the way you 
can get on your hands and knees now."

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to return the favor."

"My hands and knees?" She tried to keep her voice even and 
logical, but the flash her mental lust-filled mind sent her of 
Mulder licking her like a newborn calf nearly made her faint.

He kept a dark predatory look on her as she moved into 
position and he slipped off the end of the bed. He motioned 
her to back up toward him where he had settled, kneeling 
on the floor.

He kissed her bottom and ran his hands over her thighs as 
he eased them apart. She blushed, being put in this position, 
exposing herself like this. But the embarrassment only made 
her hotter for it. It wasn't like she didn't know him. 


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Like a handbell-trained mutt, Mulder was salivating. Finally, 
after all these years, he was going to taste this hidden place 
where Scully's flesh reached its melting point. The aroma 
alone had been turning his brain to oatmeal and his dick to 
granite since he first slipped in bed with her. 

He spread her pretty auburn-trimmed labia. In the center, 
her pink folds were fat and polished with arousal. He eased 
the secluded flesh apart with his thumbs and took a good long 
look at heaven before breaking the sanctity of this holiest of 
places with a kiss.

He licked the liquid from his lips--delicious. He had to have 
more. She was so wet, it took several full swipes of his tongue 
before he could create any real friction against her. Her back 
arched and she gave a long soft moan and backed into his face. 

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One small touch of his lips and she was pushing herself into him 
like a filly in heat. He held her still and began to kiss her as 
passionately as he had her mouth. Gradually he began to 
improvise, adding more instruments one by one like a Bolero 
orchestration. He used everything--his lips, fingers, tongue, 
nose. My god, she hadn't even considered the nose. Was there 
nothing this man couldn't put to good use?

Her sex felt heavy, thick and hot. She moaned whenever his 
tongue slid into her body, slippery and soft, soothing her 
vaginal opening, tense from years of neglect. He was preparing 
her, getting her ready for that incredible member of his. How 
long was he going to make her wait?

"Put your head down," he murmured, and she did, obediently, 
sighing into a pillow. The position rotated her hips so he could 
lick all around her clit, and suckle it briefly, teasingly, between 
rich warm lips. 

No man had ever done this to her--not like this--made her 
open herself quite like this. His were no awkward, furtive 
lappings and pauses, or "is this right?" There was nothing 
timid, polite, or conservative about his campaign. He was all 
over her--every inch of her sex was being tasted, kissed, sucked, 
and swallowed with abandon. She cried out when his tongue 
ran deliberately over her anus.

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His cock throbbed each time her core contracted, issuing a 
new surge of wetness. He licked her as deep as he could go, 
dipping in and out, starved for that feeling, that taste. He 
couldn't get enough of her. He'd missed this experience so 
much, it frightened him. He was moaning and murmuring his 
appreciation. Hot and musky, her animal smell was all over 
his mouth and chin and hands. He wanted to rub himself in it 
like a wolf devouring a fawn. His cock was growing extremely 
impatient and he ground it into the end of the mattress to 
keep it pacified. It would have to wait its turn.

When he'd cleaned her of her essence, he brought his focus 
back to her plump, eager clit--relaxing his tongue over it, letting 
it fold and mold and fill the dips and dimples of her sex. He 
couldn't hold her still anymore; she was getting too excited. 
He slowed to a leisurely lick, then a kiss, and finally tore 
himself away.

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