The Game

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Title: The Game.
Author:Larissa
Summary: Playing a game while watching a movie.
Rating: R.
Pairing(s): Gerard Butler and "you".
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Gerard Butler.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters listed in this story nor do I make any money out of it.

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"So what else do you want me to do?" you whisper next to his ear, lightly taking the soft flesh into your mouth.

"Mmm...I want you to stand up and get rid of all those clothes first."

You stand up and slowly start to strip. You throw each piece of clothing to him, until you find yourself standing only with your panties on.

"Only one thing left," you purr, hooking your thumbs in the sides of your underwear, ready to pull them down your legs.

"Wait," he says, stopping you. "I want you to turn around, facing away from me," he commands gently, watching as your soft form whirl around.

As slow as possible, you bent over slightly before gliding the cotton panties down your legs, stepping out of them and tossing them to the side.

You grin to yourself when you hear him growl, knowing that he is thoroughly enjoying his view.

"Now turn around and come sit here.” He says pointing to his lap.

You walk towards him and sit straddling his lap. His hands are instantly on your hips, craving to feel your flesh.

He slides on hand between your bodies, rubbing his fingers over your opening.

"Oh, love, you're so wet..."

His hands slowly slithered their way up your body, inching closer and closer to your breasts.

He takes the mounds of flesh in his hands and gently molds the sensitive skin in his palms, causing your eyes to seal in pleasure as you release an inevitable moan.

He continues to fondle your breasts, lightly rolling your little hard buds with his fingertips. Guiding one of your rock hard nipples into his mouth, he hungrily sucks on your flesh, while his other hand continues to caress your other nipple.

You bow your head down letting your hair fall over him. Your eyes are closed in pleasure as you release tiny moans from your parted lips, relishing in the feeling of his agile mouth on your nipples.

After satisfying his craving, he lifts his eyes to look at your face, which is still plastered with a look of ecstasy and slightly panting for air.

He starts to kiss your neck. "Love," he mumbles against your skin. "I want to see you touch yourself."

He bends his legs so that his knees were directly behind your back, giving you something to lean back on.

"Lean back on my knees," he instructs, sliding his hand up the center of your stomach and between your breasts, gently pushing you back against his legs.

Without opening your eyes once, you obediently recline against his strong legs and begin to touch your sensitive clit with your fingertips as you continued to fondle your breasts with your other hand.

Gerry lie back, his hands bracing on your thighs, which are on both sides of him, as he watches you touch yourself.

His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open, as your left hand frantically touches your breast grabbing it entirely one moment only to abandon that as your fingertips roughly tweak your nipple and then go back to grasping the whole mound of flesh.

His gaze flies down to your right hand, which is busy rubbing at your throbbing clit. Two fingers massage the flesh in deep circular motions while the other digits are curled into your palm.

Your head is thrown slightly back, eyes tightly clenched, mouth opened and panting for air between your moans of pleasure both from your own touch and the touch of his rock hard member pressing into your ass from underneath.

After a moment more, he watches as your left hand come down to join your right. The two fingers remain at your clit, roughly rubbing the throbbing flesh in continuous circles while two fingers from the other hand slip into your wet opening.

You instantly take up a rigorous pace, thrusting your fingers in and out of your steamy walls in sync with the movements of your fingers on your clit.

His grip on your legs subconsciously tightens as he watches intently while you bring yourself closer and closer to orgasm.

You slowly lean your head back up, quickly opening your eyes to find his face concentrating on what you were doing, panting for air just from watching your actions.

You feel an overwhelming rush of blood down to your core at the thought of him watching you, which only drives you to move faster.

You begin to slightly thrust your hips against your own motions, rubbing your ass against his fully aroused member in the process.

You throw your head back once more, closing your eyes, as you feel your walls begin to close around your fingers. Rubbing aggressively on your clit and thrusting your fingers as fast as your hand would allow, you finally throw yourself over the edge of orgasm and a loud, long, drawn out moan erupt from your lips as the waves of climax crash against you.

Gerry not only sees your juices as they flow from your opening, but he feels them drip down to his skin after running down your hand.

After somewhat regaining your composure, you slowly pull your fingers from your aching opening and open your eyes to meet his lustful stare.

"Damn…" he breathes, sliding his hands up your waist to your sides as he pull your body down to rest on top of his.

"I was about to come with you," he whispers against your ear with a huge grin, bringing your hand up to his lips and slipping your two fingers into his mouth, tasting your milky juices.