Baby Grands

Gotham

Nygmakins

8 - Deeper

They had never tried it this way before. When they had walked into the hotel room, Lee had raised an eyebrow – it was easily the nicest place they had ever been. He started leading immediately to the first thing there that had met her eye: a grey fainting couch with a black, updated Victorian frame. First her wrap, then her dress hit the hardwood floor. He had snapped off her black strapless bra as an afterthought and descended to his knees to slide her signature black thong off with care. With her clothing in a pile on the floor and her in nothing but black over-the-knee boots, he traced her curves.

"Gorgeous," breathed the Riddler, leaning down to kiss his lover and reveling in how he had rendered her dizzy already. "I've always loved how you look in black heels and nothing else."

Lee's mouth dropped open, but for once her words caught in her throat. Still in his beloved green suit, the Riddler seated himself on the couch. He took both her hands and pulled her to him, nearly having her off-balance. Her eyes widened as she quickly worked out what he wanted. His eyes traveled up and down her body from where her knees straddled him to her lovely face. Her golden skin against the soft grey upholstery had him twitching in his pants already. When he ran his hands – still encased in leather – up and down her back, she arched into him with a soft moan.

"I've wanted to try it like this for a while," she purred to him, carefully settling her weight against him and rocking back and forth. Her head dropped forward, placing her lips alongside his ear and letting him feel her heated breath. "I… want you."

One hand slid between her legs and she gasped at the contact of leather. Lee had been wet since he first suggested retiring for the night. The timbre of the Riddler's voice had gone right to her head. He guided her in a slow, steady rhythm until his free hand had his pants open. Next moment, he had made sure of their safety, and let that same hand find her hip. A couple tiny, half-pained moans trailed into his ear as she sank just an inch onto him. Both froze, and he tilted his head up to ask for a kiss instead of capturing one.

"Easy…" Lee hissed, having not done this in some time. "I just need a second…"

Her "second" nearly took everything Edward had. As his lover's tight, quivering body sank onto him, an inch at a time, he had to hold his breath and close his eyes. Finally, he found himself deeper inside of her than he had ever been before. Lee's whole body undulated in his grip as she felt them join and she let her head rest on her lover's shoulder as she settled on him. Her hips shifted subtly at first, then rocked, and he met her motions easily. With their bodies pressed so tightly together, Lee lifted her head, cradled the back of his in one hand, and their mouths connected as well. The Riddler had his arm all the way around her waist, holding her as close as he could.

When he had her moaning into his mouth, her body rippling on the inside, and her hands clutching his shoulder, Ed grinned fiercely into their kiss. When their eyes opened, his asked her without words to trust him. Biting her lip, she nodded and held on to him as he stood. If possible, he had pushed even deeper into her and she wrapped her legs desperately around his hips. Moments ago, she wouldn't have guessed him to be physically strong enough to do that, yet there they were. He kept thrusting into her, his smile informing her he had been waiting a while to do that in particular! His hand cradled the back of her head tenderly as, moments later, he laid her back on the couch. She cried out when he pulled back from her entirely.

"I wish I could get a picture of this," the Riddler told her as he stood and let his eyes rove shamelessly over her, lying naked but for her boots and spread out for him. "I want you… to see what I see."

Bracing himself carefully with one knee beside her and an arm against the couch, he leaned down and wrapped the other arm around her shoulders. Her hips met his as he slid easily into her this time and she let out a long, soft sound of pleasure at feeling him in deep once more. This time, his pace turned urgent. Lee's arms wound tight around him. Their kisses had turned frantic. The Riddler warred with Ed, dark eyes locking with Lee's. She watched one take over, then the other, and back again as he thrust into her with such force she could feel their hips collide. Neither blinked, their eyes keeping the same connection as their fevered bodies.

"Don't stop… don't stop, please!" Lee begged, gripping her lover's shoulders and meeting his thrusts insistently. "I want to feel you come…"

Words had deserted Edward, the Riddler, for once as he lost himself in the heat inside of her. Their breaths had entwined, their bodies tangled, and their hearts seemed to beat as one, for all either of them could hear anything but pounding beats, harsh panting, and the crashing of their hips. Lee stroked his cheek, her eyes still locked on his. His gaze had gone vague. She cried out when she felt him finish, his climax triggering hers. Neither dared to close their eyes for the longest time.

"My god," he whispered finally.

Next moment, his body relaxed against hers completely and she guided him to rest his head on her chest. His suit scratched against her skin as he shifted to settle atop her. Neither wanted to separate yet, feeling more deeply connected than ever.