Plans and protection. {JimMoriarty, TheWoman}

She chuckled darkly into his ear, followed by a growl caused by his hands on her breasts and his lips on her neck. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and loosened his tie. She pressed her body against his, sandwiching him between the wall and her flushed skin for full skin contact.

"Show me where your bedroom is. I want to have you there until you beg for mercy."

She handled his groin with more pressure, teasing a nipple with her other hand.

"Twice."

Jim was getting very aroused by the situation - he was normally the one who dominated and controlled the situation. This was different.

He swallowed and weakly spoke; "Over..over there." he pointed. James Moriarty was never weak - yet this woman - The Woman was making him feel quite submissive. This was not expected.

Irene felt him melting under her hands. Ha! Jim Moriarty, as submissive as a little doggie. She knew just the way to lure him into bed.

Very slowly, she brought her mouth closer to his. Huffing and Puffing, she whispered: "Are you ready for my wicked games?" Finally, she closed the distance between their lips and united them.

She retreated very quickly and stepped a little backwards towards the way he had pointed. Luring him with kissing her back always worked.

Jim kissed her back, and retreated towards her. Pushing her towards the bedroom; no-one ever dominated James Moriarty.

He then stuttered, he was better than this - he could turn the roles around instantly. He then moved forward pinning her to the wall nearest the door.

"Don't underestimate me Ms Adler."

With a thud, her back touched the wall. She gasped for air when she saw his hungry and angry gaze at her. She smiled mischieviously and licked her lower lip, while whispering:

"Ah, got out of your weak lair?" She was challenging him, practically begging him to take her with force. She tried to escape from his firm gasp. Of course she knew it was hopeless, but she didn't really want to break free. She just wanted him angry an rough. Her knickers were getting pretty wet of arousal and he was getting pretty hard too, according to the bulge that was pressung against her underbelly. She grinded against it when she tried to break free, inducing a reaction.

Jim snarled and growled in pleasure; he slipped a hand down and realised how wet Irene was, he then slipped the knickers off and dragged her to the bed pinning her down and giving her sweet kisses.

He wanted her, lusted for her. "Irene..god.."

When Jim slipped his hand against her, she let out a low grunt. She wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted now. She was glad he came into action by tossing her on the bed and pinning her down. She arched her back and her neck to give him better access to her skin. She closed her eyes in pleasure and let breathed irregularly several moans escape her lips.

"Ah- Jim... T-take me...Take me like you have never have taken someone." She moaned out his name and felt the lust run through her like fire.

Jim ground his hips up towards Irene, and teasing her nipples and caress her. He then pulled his silk boxers down and straddled her; asserting dominance.

"You can have me." he then began to see what made her moan; teasing the labia and inserting a finger then two.

Irene lost it. The ways of this man just paralyzed her. She dug her fingers in the matress and Jim's back. She was leftover to his plans with her. He could do what he wanted with her. That feeling of placing her 'fate' into the hands of the most dangerous criminal in London, was frightening, but oh so kinky and hot.

"Ah-" She whimpered when he entered her. It was bloody hell about time that moment, after teasing her so maddening. She contracted her muscles and arched her hips upto him. "Ah, God.. Jim..."

Jim smirked at Irene; bringing her into a passionate embrace. With his other hand, he placed her hand onto his throbbing erection.

"I will enjoy this." he growled. He then thrust his hips towards here, kissing her neck so slowly.

Jim's lips circling in her neck made Irene shiver. "Ah, yes you will." she whispered back with a shaky voice.

She knew what he wanted and she was (almost too) eager to give him. She teased him by stroking his erection with just the tip of her index finger, starting from the lower base up to the top.

Jim squirmed and a moan escaped. "Ah.." He bent down and began giving her labia little kisses, sucking the sides gently. Licking her excessive juices.

"I want to make love to you Irene, and you will scream my name as I pound you."

Irene bucked her hips upwards at the electric feeling of his lips against a two of hers. She grunted lowly, caused by his gentle sucking. She let one hand rest on his head, running her fingers through his hair, but without finding a lock that was long enough to hold onto.

"Permission granted." she could puff out between her moans. This felt like heaven.

Jim then leaned over Irene, kissing her deeply again and squeezing her breast. He went to the bedside cabinet and slipped out a condom then slipped it on his rigid erection.

"Turn around, on your knees." he ordered.

The muscles in her belly contracted. Their kiss and his touch felt just... heavenly. She eagerly rolled over and positioned herself in the way he wanted. She obeyed him, waiting for the plans he had with her, which was highly arousing.

Jim held her hips and inserted himself into her; feeling the warmth of the fluids and the tightness of her sweetness. He began to move in and out slowly, then building up the pace.
Jim then pulled her hair, gripping it tight as the pleasure increased quickly.

"Fuck..Irene." he panted.

He then sped up as his own orgasm was approaching quickly, he slapped her ass cheek and gripped her tightly - digging his nails in and he was about to come.

"Nargh.." he moaned.

Irene groaned at every deep thrust. It sent shivers down her spine and it felt so good it shouldn't be legal. Jim was tough and edgy. He knew what she liked. The hair-pulling and spanking made her want to growl.

"Ah-" She exclaimed as he came into her. An orgasm hit her as well as she arched her back, muscles tight.

Jim purred as her muscles tightened around him; he moved slowly in and out before withdrawing and laying her down, he lay next to her feeling quite content; stroking her chest before nipping at her breasts.

"That..that was amazing Irene."

Jim was making Irene crazy with his manic purring and his maddening touch. The nipping at her breasts alone made her back arch of pleasure. She bit down her lower lip, but she couldn't hold a moan and a scream. "Oh, JIM! ah-" She was ready to come again, if he would go on like this.