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Full Throttle	By : deliriousanddelusional Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The Views: 1971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neela was out of the shower again. He watched her move with a languid, feline grace across the room as she walked over to the closet and grabbed the caramel nightie that hugs her skin and blends into her exotic complexion.
Sean smiled, liking to know that she wears the gifts he buys her. After drying off and shimmying into her lingerie she went back into the bathroom to lotion, and he takes this opportunity to move from the lazy chair to her double bed.
He never got tired of the way it felt against his back, so pliant and inviting, like Neela was. He didn’t mind when she was feisty and hard-to-get either. It all came with the package.
His eyes flickered over to her as her rich coffee-brown hair caught the light when she let it tumble down. She wasn’t even trying and yet here he was, hot as a Texas summer night. He held in a chuckle as she succumbed to temporary clumsiness and had to catch herself on the threshold of the bathroom door.
“Found another way to fall over air?” her boyfriend taunted in his Southern American drawl.
She jerked back in surprise and placed a hand over her erratically beating heart. He wanted that to be his. “You’re here!”
“Yep.”
“How long have you been sitting there, watching me change and shower?” Neela said with narrowing eyes, her Australian accent growing stronger with her annoyance. Perhaps that was why he got her riled any chance he had.
“Twenty minutes,” he replied, and with a darker, more sensual edge added, “You haven’t failed to keep me entertained, babe.”
She huffed and turned her back to him as she sauntered over to the shades and pulled them closed. That was a good idea, he noted. The neighbors were a little too interested in what happened on this bed last time they left them open.
“I don’t know why I gave you spare keys,” Neela murmured under her breath, but in a way that he knew she was only poking fun. Sean reached out for his girlfriend’s delicate hand and smiled when she slid it in his. The contrast between silky and calloused always turned him on; the contradictions that comprised her were what made him head over heels and even Sean wasn’t cocky enough to deny it.
She climbed into bed beside him, one thigh slung over his jean-clad legs.
“I missed you, Seany.”
He moaned as her supple, unrestrained anatomy pressed into his side, and pulled her on top of him. “Missed you too, Nee’.”
The Australian beauty arched a femininely sculpted eyebrow.
“It’s been forever since you’ve called me Nee’,” she said softly while biting her lip, so full and naturally flushed that words couldn’t convey his need anymore.
He couldn’t remember when and where his lips met her skin, and how they began to kiss, and who removed her nightie or his jeans and boxers, and what he was even going to say after Neela told him that. All Sean knew was that he was through with waiting. He had wanted her the second he walked in the door, and damned if she didn’t want him either; she was as passionate about this as he was.
Sean wove his fingers into her hair and prepared to lose himself, his girlfriend raising her hips for a millisecond too long before coming right back down again and taking him for a ride that would last all night and into the wee hours of morning.

2

Sean always liked it when Neela was on top. He got to feel her slide against his chest with that bare, sun-kissed skin as she leaned into him. Her long wavy locks tickled his shoulders sexily as she rocked, and rocked she did, in a way so hot that he swore she could screw him unconscious. Those perfectly smooth yet roughened hands explored his body from top to bottom, grasping at his short-cropped hair and venturing all the way down to the base of what filled her.
He loved when Neela rode him like her car: fast but not too furious, steady and powerful, never too controlling. They fit together effortlessly. She took charge when she needed and wanted to, the enjoyment laid bare in her beautiful, gasping face, but let him do the work on his own sometimes. And when Sean responded to her rhythm with a relentless, thigh-shaking one of his own she did not fight against it, only took his hands and pressed them into the bed as they moved in dual gear.

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Neela would never tell him outright, Sean knew, but being taken from behind thrilled her in ways he would never fully know for sure. Those dark eyes rolling back when his hand twisted in her hair and latched on tight, how she clutched the sheets like hell when he delivered a spank to her gorgeously taut cheeks. Sean could tell she liked being mounted like an animal and ravaged like this. But he wasn’t complaining. He enjoyed the view. Neela’s lean body rolled back into him like a revving engine, and ran his hand over the roaming tan lines across her lower back and ass. He found them strangely entrancing. The most telling sign of how she liked it was her voice’s shift from smoky and subtle, to shrill and demanding. Even if she weren’t moaning for him to do her as hard and deep as he could, all it would take was the fire in those chocolate-brown eyes and the glisten of her wetness as he sheathed himself in her oasis over and over again. He lived for both of those.

3

Her legs got him in an iron grip as he pulled her into his lap and cupped her rear before plunging in again. It was the first position they ever did together, though the first time involved a hot spring, some sake, and a case of lobster skin for about two days. The onsen owner found them and none too nicely kicked them out. But it had been worth it.
Without the water to surround them though this time, and no one to catch them, it was so much easier than before to become absorbed in one another. Sean wasn’t one for mushy stuff and romance but he could definitely see why couples liked to do this. His arms around her hips, the electricity of bare skin, Neela’s whispers in his ear, the kisses she pressed against his shoulder, how close they were and how deeply he could feel her—it was…nice.
But by no means mild, Neela was getting him close and the things she was telling him with those lips and her eyes were not saying to slow down any time soon. If she wanted to take it all the way, they were going to hit that peak together hard.
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This was his favorite stage in all of their sexscapades: pre-orgasm. Anything goes. Anything happens. She was at her most unpredictable and he loved it. Sean clenched her thighs as she wrapped her legs around his thrusting hips and pulled like her life depended on it.
let out a spine-tingling shriek and seized her wild, sweaty, sex-me hair in a pose that got him hard to no end. He alone had this power to make her lose complete control, and he used it best as he could, grip sliding to her waist as he pounded endlessly.
“Oh, Seannn, Seany, OH MY GOD!”
She was about to fall now, a few more pushes and the edge would claim her and him for its own.
“Fuck, Nee—la!”
Her name escaped his lips in broken fragments, the two exotic syllables delicious on his tongue. Sean said it again and again, like a monk repeating a prayer in trance.
“Neela,” he moaned with longing; her hips bucked in his grasp and her pretty lips opened in a silent scream as she arched as gracefully as a ballerina in her approaching climax. Neela was a song, Neela was a goddess, Neela was the sacred river in which he was drowning and there could not have been a more beautiful place to go down.
“Right there,” she almost sobbed, lost to her rapture. “Oh my GOD, Sean, there, don’t stop, don’t—!”

5

He loved the violent passion that took over his girlfriend’s face and body as she convulsed once, twice, and a third time, screaming in approval, thrashing with desire. Sean felt her teeth sink into his neck, and that was the absolute end.
Sean groaned intensely as mind and body severed the tightening cord of orgasmic tension, and sent stream after stream of his come into her panting, writhing, sated body. They both trembled at the sensation, as they floated on the leftover high and relaxed against each other’s bodies.

N

“Goddamn, Neela,” Sean whispered huskily. She had taken most of his energy and vocal ability away with that last round alone. They had been lying next to each other cuddling for almost half an hour now, and Neela was visibly still basking in the afterglow. He as her boyfriend and lover couldn’t help but feel some pride at seeing it.
“Oh, my,” she said for the third time in fifteen minutes, her hand draped over her dampened forehead.
“You’re sayin’ ‘oh my’? How’s my neck lookin’, vampire?” Sean intoned lazily, craning away from her so she could get a better look.
Neela completely failed in holding in her laughter. Guilty as charged. He rolled his eyes in mock irritation and settled back down, one hand behind his head and the other running knuckles up and down her back.
“You really missed me, huh?”
His girlfriend slapped his chest gently and settled against his shoulder, curling her hair behind one ear.
“I told you I did,” Neela murmured defensively. Her words vibrated into Sean’s chest as he drew away the waves hiding her face and smiled at her.
“I wasn’t lyin’ either. But I gotta get some sleep,” he said with a yawn, grabbing his jacket and laying it haphazardly over both of them, “before I prove it to you again.”
She hummed in assent. “Mmkay, Sean. ‘Night.”
In a flashing moment of tenderness, Neela thought she heard him mumble ‘Oyasumi, koishii’. It was so soft it could have been imagined, and rather than dwell on it she closed her eyes and prepared to drift.
“You will never hear that again,” he grunted, already on the sailing ship to sleep. Neela couldn’t have stopped her smile if she wanted to.

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