I was naked and he was still fully clothed

Saturday: Full
Rating: M
Pairing: Brennan/Booth
Spoilers/Warnings: none here
Disclaimers: These characters do not belong to me, nor does the diner or any other recognizable story lines, back plot, or locations. I do not know the people who make Bones and they don't know me. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Exploration through taste leads to something more tactile…

I was naked and he was still fully clothed. I should have been sated and relaxed at that moment, but instead, his touch had left me hungry for more. The entire situation was completely illogical and I aimed to rectify that momentarily. Once I was done curling my fingers into the firm flesh of his ass, urgently tugging that throbbing erection into my hips. One minute more... Then I'd fix this.

My mouth was pressed against his flushed ear as I whispered, "You need to be wearing less clothing if I'm going to get what I want, Booth."

I felt him stiffen slightly against me as his cock jumped, even within the confines of his jeans. Chuckling to myself, I managed to finally drag my fingers from his ass, roughly raking their way up his sides until they found the hem of his t-shirt a few inches higher. With a quick tug, it came free from the waistband of his jeans and I dragged it up, keeping my fingers against his torso as I peeled it away. His mouth was gaping when I tossed the shirt aside and I brought my lips to his as my fingers wove their way downwards, scratching lightly at his chest and his stomach until they found the button of his jeans. His hips moved against me, driving my tongue to seek entrance into his mouth.

Once I had popped the button on his jeans, I didn't immediately go for his zipper. His prolonged torture needed to be as great as mine had been and I found my fingers tracing the thickness of his cock through the heavy denim, a smug grin spreading on my still kissing lips when he emitted a low growl in response to my touch. The hand then slid along his inseam, up and down with arched fingertips, plucking at the seam until he ripped his mouth from mine and demanded that I cease my teasing.

My mouth pushed urgently against his ear before nibbling its way down the salty skin of his neck and shoulders, as my fingers found the zipper to his jeans and tugged it down. I had to use two hands to pull the zipper past his stiff cock, which jumped eagerly at my touch. Dragging my lips down his chest as I went, I crouched, dragging his jeans down until they were in a heap around his ankles and my lips were sucking at his muscular hip. His jeans were caught on his shoes, but I deemed this unimportant as I could smell him and felt the heat of his erection so close to my face. My fingers dragged along his calves, tracing the lean muscle there.

"Bones, I think you've teased enough," he nearly growled the words down at me and I moved my eyes to him, allowing myself to examine the reddish-purple swelling his heavy cock. They traced over the veins and curves of it, lingering at the oozing tip. I moved my face closer, wanting him to feel my rushed breaths against his cock. My lips parted as my breaths grew quicker still and I had to run my tongue over my lips to wet them. A groan ripped from his throat then and I felt his hips sway unsteadily towards me, brushing that hot velvet skin against my lips, eliciting an answering moan from my own throat.

I felt his fingers weave into my loose hair, dragging lines along my scalp excitedly, but noticeably refraining from anything that might be construed at pulling. I grinned, glancing up and pulling my head back a few inches to look up him. "Do you want something, Booth?"

Pulling his lips tight against his teeth, he shook his head and I felt his fingers curling into my hair.

"I think you want me to suck your cock."

At my words, his hips once more came towards me, brushing my lips briefly, causing his stiff cock to quiver. A whimper escaped his throat, bringing a broad grin to my face as I licked my lips, imagining that I could already taste him there. Looking up once more, I was encouraged to see a flush creeping across his face and his lips slightly parted in his excitement. Those damn fingers in my hair were inching me forward with the lightest of touches until my lips were against him.

Smiling, my lips parted to allow my tongue trace along the skin as my hand came up to wrap around the base of him. The skin moved as I slowly began to slide my wrapped hand along his shaft, lifting the head of his cock to my lips to lick the tart stickiness from the tip. He moaned my name unsteadily and I sucked the tip in, sliding my hand back down his length, as he pulled me towards him. My other hand slid up his thighs and came to grab his ass, squeezing as I sucked his cock deeper, bringing the head fully into my mouth. My tongue rolled over the tip, inhaling the scent and taste of him.

His fingers in my hair were demanding more but I refused, holding steady, my tongue teasing patterns over the head of his cock while my hand stroked the rest of him. I heard him growling my name threateningly and I relented, sucking him in deeper, taking him as deep into my mouth as I could. He was salty, heavy, and smooth in my mouth and my tongue couldn't resist stroking that skin as it slid in and out of my mouth. A moan rumbled from my throat as my lips slid along the length of him with each delicious stroke. The muscles of his ass tightened under my touch each time my mouth descended on him and I could feel his cock growing increasingly tight in my mouth.

"Bones…" he hissed as his hands tightened in my hair, pulling my lips away from his cock. Licking my lips, I turned my head upwards questioning.

"Get up." The command was barely more than a growl and I fairly leapt to my feet as he released my hair. My lips immediately found his, our tongues seeking to meet nearly immediately and I marveled that he still tasted just a bit tangy, like apples, as his arms came around my waist, dragging one leg upward and clutching my ass with the other. In a moment, he had me perched on the edge of the counter and I could feel him pressing against my wet slit. The contact sent my head backwards, eyes clamping shut as a shudder chased straight up my spine with dizzying speed.

His fingers find their way to my clit, teasing over the tip before sliding down to find me wet and ready for him. When his fingers met my wetness, a grin slid over his features as he withdrew his hand to help guide him in me. I was speechless and leaning back against the kitchen cupboard when he entered me. I clutched at the edge of the counter as he pushed in quickly and easily. His cock filled me, stretching me as he began to move, his hips rocking to guide his cock in and out of my heated pussy. His lips left mine to suck a nibbling trail down my chin, claiming my throat with rough, suckling bites. Every inch of my skin caught fire at his touch as the hormones and excitement flooded me, my hips bucking eagerly to meet him. I was surprised to find my legs twined around his hips, tugging him tighter against me.

Each thrust was pushing me further back from the counter, but his hands kept me close. His mouth now refused to relinquish its hold on my nipples, tugging and sucking one then the other, leaving them heavy and aching with anticipation when left bare. He entered me again and again, his hips slamming roughly into me, the pace increasing, driving his hips to grind against my clit each time. My fingers curled tighter around the edge of the counter, digging the corners into my palms as I felt his cock meeting my depths, sending tremors along my skin and through my gut until all I could do was let my head fall back, allowing the nearly painful force of him to wash over me.

Neither of us was able to speak as we drove increasingly closer to climax. The only sounds that reached my ears were whimpering gasps and heated grunts of effort as he drew near. I could feel myself melting and trembling around him, my pussy clenching, desperately trying to take him deeper, every inch of me burning with the intensity of this experience.

His climax was prefaced by the abrupt departure of his lips from my breast, but I was grateful when they returned to find my lips. When his mouth claimed my own, his tongue delving into me, I wondered at the impossibility of the cinnamon that seemed to still linger there as I felt him explode inside of me, burning white hot inside of me. My mouth sucked ardently as his tongue, reveling in that imagined cinnamon taste as he held himself inside of me, pressed so perfectly into me as my own climax broke in a shaking, boiling quake of my inner muscles.

Our mouths lingered together, drawing slow lazy kisses as our skin cooled and he allowed himself to slide out of me. My legs dropped to swing below me and I scooted back enough to let go of the counter so I could bring my arms around his shoulders. The taste of cinnamon faded with my trembling and I found myself smiling against his kiss when I realized it was gone.

He pulled back then, a smug grin pasted on his face. "What's so funny, Bones?"

"Nothing. I just thought I could still taste that pie for a moment…"

"Are you saying I need to brush my teeth?"

"No, no. But I do think we should go out for breakfast again tomorrow…"

End Note: This is for spybarbie. She knows why.