- Steele Holted After All These
Years Part V
- An Addition to newSue's Story
Date: Sunday, February 04, 2001
- Alicia Huberman
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Steele Holted After All These Years
Part V
- Rated NC 17
- by Alicia Hubermann
A continuation
of NewSue's story. MTM owns the characters of Remington Steele,
I am merely borrowing them for amusement purposes.
His kiss was deeper, more demanding, than any he had given her.
In turn, she explored his mouth with her darting tongue, tasting,
teasing. He left her swollen lips for a moment to groan softly
as he pulled her closer to his growing hardness. With nimble
fingers, he unclasped the pin holding her elegant updo and ran
his hands through her wavy chestnut hair until it cascaded onto
her bare shoulders. She reached out and placed her palms on the
hard plane of his chest, entangling her fingers in his silky
black chest hair and murmuring contentedly. Laura thought about
how long she waited to touch him like this. How tempted she had
been whenever he was wearing a buttoned down shirt in her presence.
Remington cradled Laura's face in his hands gently and began
to lay tiny kisses on her eyelids, her nose, and then he began
to tease at her lower lip with his teeth and tongue. But when
Laura attempted to complete the kiss he turned from her lips
and started to taste her neck. His trail of hot wet kisses caused
her to tremble and she arched her neck to offer him better access.
Meanwhile her fingers were making feathery light circles on his
nipples, which were responding quite definitively to her touch.
He worked his way to her naked shoulders and placed his open
mouth over her freckled skin like he wanted to devour her in
one love bite. Laura moved her hands around to his backside and
began to knead his firm buttocks through the silk pajama bottoms
and succeeded in pressing his erection more firmly against her
body. He eased her zipper down and slid the gown off, kissing
her flesh as it became exposed, and then she stepped out.
He took in a deep breath as he looked at her up and down; his
eyes were almost black with passion. Laura was a vision in a
black lace strapless push up demi bra, a scrap of lace that might
be loosely termed a panty, and a garter and sheer, black stockings.
He suckled gently on her earlobe and then whispered in her
ear, "Laura, God, how I want you! You are so beautiful."
Then in his next breath he whispered hoarsely, "Please just
tell me that you didn't wear that for Patrick."
"No, I wore it for myself, Mr. Steele," she purred.
"It made me feel more beautiful in my new dress." Laura
began exploring his throat, neck and shoulders with her lips
and tongue. He moaned in pleasure and endeavored to access her
body better. He continued his onslaught of her décolletage,
sliding his tongue under the edge of the demi to tease her nipple.
Her back arched as he undid the hook of her bra in one smooth
motion. She thought she would die of pleasure when he completely
enveloped her breasts, one at a time with his hot, ready mouth.
She ran her fingers through his luxuriant black hair and urged
him onward as he teased and suckled. She knew she wasn't as well
endowed as those big breasted blondes he had seemed so enamored
of in the past, but she noticed that he didn't seem to mind a
bit.
Suddenly Remington gathered her up in his arms and carried her
over to the king size bed in the center of the room. He deposited
her gently on the bed and began to explore the curves of her
body with possessive roaming hands while his mouth took hers.
Laura broke the kiss and flipped him over. "My turn!"
she said playfully as she relished the feel of the rigid contours
of his body and let her tongue follow the trails that
her fingers had traced earlier on his decidedly masculine chest.
She was circling his nipples with her lightning fast tongue and
then sucking them. She drew a line with her tongue from his chest
down to his abdomen and kissed his flat hard stomach, dipping
her tongue into his navel. When she began to tease him with her
hot breath and light touches through the thin silk he involuntarily
lifted his hips. She slid her tongue just inside the waistband
and he murmured her name. Hooking one finger on each side of
the waistband, she slowly drew the bottoms down as her tongue
trailed down his thigh, torturing but not quite touching the
center of his desire. Restlessly, he kicked off his bottoms.
The evidence of his strong passion for her, previously felt;
never before seen aroused Laura. Suddenly, she had to taste
him. She teased his shaft with her tongue while brushing
his testicles with a featherlight touch. He moaned and grasped
her head, gently pulling on her hair, but making no attempt to
guide her. Slowly, she took his entire length into her soft warm
mouth and began to move faster up and down. Even while she enveloped
him, her tongue swirled around his sensitized head. One hand
gripped the bottom of his shaft and the other gently caressed
the softer flesh beneath.
"Oh, God, Laura," he moaned in desperate hunger.
He reached for her breasts and the juncture of her thigh
where despite the lace barrier; he could feel her moist arousal
on his leg. It was driving him crazy that Laura kept eluding
his caresses with subtle shifts of her body. "Please, Laura,
stop I can't last much longer with you torturing me like this,"
he ground out. Laura was enjoying her dominance and looked
forward to making Steele lose control. "I want to be inside
of you, now," he pleaded with a hoarse whisper. He tried
to sit up.
She pushed him back down with a hand on his chest. "Shhh,"
she soothed, "We have all night. Now let me finish what
I've started."
Laura continued to work her magic on him and he began to moan
softly. "Oh, Laura, my Laura." His breathing got ragged
and a low growl escaped his lips. She felt him stiffen and spasm
as his warmth flooded her mouth.
She crawled back up towards his face and softly nuzzled his neck
as he held her in arms. Steele took a moment to catch his breath
again. It didn't take long for his body to urge him onward again
with Laura's half-naked body pressed against his. He loved the
feel of her slim athletic form. Her nipples were jutting up against
him.
He poised himself above her again and after kissing her breasts
and traveling down to her belly with his mouth he sensuously
peeled her stockings off as if in slow motion, kissing the exposed
flesh. "Ahh such glorious legs you have, Laura," he
murmured softly between kisses. He caressed her thighs and taunted
her with a light touch and hot breath through the scrap of lace
that was covering her. She moaned softly, wordlessly begging
for more. "Payback's a bitch, Laura," he whispered
huskily. Steele had dreamed about tasting her this intimately
for many frustrating years. He wanted it to be perfect so he
dragged her hips down to the foot of the bed for better access
and kneeled down in front of her.
Instead of removing her panties, Steele edged them down slowly
and followed their path with his tongue. He kissed her swollen
lips so softly. Laura writhed in pleasure and moaned as he reached
gently suckled her epicenter. Finally he discarded her panties
and threw them on the ground. Laura couldn't remember ever feeling
this much pleasure as he penetrated her with his tongue. She
was so hot, so wet, she thought the intensity of the sensation
might overwhelm her. His tongue was magical. Somehow, she had
known that he would be highly skilled at this particular craft.
Perhaps it has been his kiss or his crooked half smile when he
looked at her with those devilish eyes. But reality had exceeded
even her high expectations. Sensation built upon sensation, pleasure
upon pleasure, until she exploded in rapturous delight.
The sight and the feel of Laura coming completely undone made
Remington's desire surge almost painfully. "Please Remington,
now!" she urged in a soft voice as she scooted back up the
bed and grabbed his hands to guide him towards her. He covered
her body with his and placed hungry kisses on her collarbone
and breasts while poising himself above her. "Are you certain?"
he asked breathlessly.
"Mmmmhhh," was her only reply as she lifted her hips
to meet his arousal. He entered her slowly, filling her completely.
He gave her body time to accommodate him and then started moving,
slowly at first and then gradually faster. They fell easily into
a rhythm. Laura's breathing increased and she ran her fingernails
down his back, feeling the lithe muscles there. He felt so perfect
inside of her. Steele groaned as Laura used her muscles to pleasure
him further. She rotated her hips corkscrew fashion and it seriously
challenged his restraint. He knew he must be in heaven.
"Laura, love, open your eyes, look at me," he whispered
brokenly, "I want to see you." She fought to open her
lids that had shut involuntarily in response to the overwhelming
sensations he was evoking. She noticed his face was a dark mask
of passion but his eyes glowed with something else. In that unguarded
moment, she had never been so certain of him or of his feelings
for her. Laura grabbed his buttocks and pressed their bodies
more tightly together as she thrust her hips upwards and after
a few more strokes she was over the edge and falling into wave
after wave of undulating pleasure. "Oh, God, Oh . . . Mr.
Ste . . . Remington!" she screamed and moaned in appreciation.
Remington could hold back no longer after her spasms had rocked
him to his core. He exploded inside of her, coming apart with
the sheer pleasure of it all. They held each other in warm contentment
for a long time as their heavy breathing slowly subsided. "Absurdly
passionate, indeed, Laura," said Steele finally breaking
the silence. "I knew you were hiding a certain . . .ardor
. . . somewhere far beneath those coolly professional tailored
suits but that was delightfully decadent."
"Even better than your blonde from Nice?" she asked
teasingly.
"No contest, hands down, this was the most incredible night
of my life. And I hope there will be many, many more to follow."
He smiled.
"Well, than I guess I better admit . . . you weren't so
bad yourself," her eyes were sparkling.
"Not so bad, eh? I did reduce you to a grunting, monosyllabic
beast!" he smirked.
"And I, you," Laura sated without skipping a beat.
"Touché, Miss Holt, touché!"
"Wait!" she suddenly exclaimed, bolting upright from
his arms.
"What? Laura, what's the matter? Not having any regrets?"
there was a hint of desperation in his voice. Then he propped
himself up above her and more calmly he asked, "What is
the matter love?"
"Oh my God! What about Nero? Who is feeding him?"
Steele laughed softly and shook his head in wonderment. Leave
it to Laura to think of something like that at a time like this.
"Mildred is taking care of him, Laura," he replied.
Now lets see if I can I can get your mind off of Nero and on
to bigger and better things." He flashed his crooked half
smile and pulled Laura on top of him.
End Part V
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