*She pushes the door shut behind him before placing the candle on a small bedside table. Her eyes don't leave his, and he knows the dilation of her pupils has little to do with the lack of light. Her palms make contact with his chest first, guiding him backwards until she's holding him quite firmly against the door. Her raised eyebrow invites either question or objection, but curiosity and desire urge him to give neither. Instead he watches her, swallowing hard and feeling his heart beat faster beneath her splayed fingers. She moves slowly and places her hands on the oak door to the outside of each upper arm, effectively locking him within the frame of her body. The softness of her breasts stroke against his chest with each inhale and her familiar rose water perfume wraps around his senses like silk. Still the blueness of her gaze holds his, eyes filled with lust and challenge as she awaits some reaction. He finds himself hardening under her attention, something simultaneously exciting and relaxing in the way she has assumed control. 

Pressing herself to him, her lips are soft and inviting beneath his as she instigates a seemingly chaste kiss. She turns her lower body slightly so that her hip and pelvis rub frustratingly over his desire. At his quiet groan she moves closer still, tightly imprisoning his erection between her body and his own. Her tongue invades his mouth, darting and seeking. Her attention is spread between the hardness that separates them and the wonderful closeness of their mouths, the way their faces are so intimately near, shielding each other from the outside world. She moans against his mouth, triggering him to do likewise. She runs her hands boldly down his arms, then caresses his sides and hips. It is simultaneously relaxing and arousing, causing him to swell further. Her hand moves down to cup him. She shivers with pleasure at the sheer size of him, subconsciously licking her lower lip in anticipation. He bends to kiss her deeply, allowing his arousal to overcome his usual restrained manner. Her hand gently squeezes and releases him as she works her grip up and down his length through the fabric. Returning his kiss with enthusiasm, she sets her nimble fingers to pulling his shirt from his waistband and slides them up over his heated skin. She breaks the kiss enough to say
"You may not need to be naked, but I _need_ to touch you..." Her voice is low, laced with lust.
He moans quietly at her frank expression, bringing one hand to her cheek as he draws her mouth back to his, eager for more contact. Her hands continue to roam possessively over him, his flanks, his stomach, nipples, shoulders, as if it is her right to touch him so. She looks flushed and excited and entirely desirable. Moving downward, she releases the buttons on either side of his trouser placket, though leaves the one at his waist fastened. As he gently urges her head to tilt to give his lips and teeth access to her throat, she wraps her fist lightly around him, surrounding his skin with hers. Aching pleasure radiates from his hardness to pool deep inside him, hips rolling forward to push further into her grip. She whimpers at this, and combined with the intensity of his sucking and nibbling of her neck, feels the tingly heat of pleasure radiate from her molten core to every other part of her body, senses so alert to his every breath, every reaction as he quietly vocalises his enjoyment in harmony with her own moaning.

Drawing herself away with difficulty she maintains eye contact as she lowers to her knees at his feet. With a playful smile, she puts her hand on his lower stomach and pushes him gently until his back is firmly against the door. He finds himself yielding without question, keen to receive whatever pleasure she intends for him. The low light of the room teases at the crimson curls as she pushes them over her shoulder out of the way. With the hand on his shaft she positions his arousal and brings her lips to lightly flutter over his swollen head. He tenses a little in anticipation, breathing becoming shallow. With a smile, she parts her wetted lips and immediately slides her mouth most of the way down him before increasing the suction. Encased in slick heat, he groans deeply with desire, manhood hardening further. She moans softly in response, pressing her thighs together at the similar swelling of arousal between them. Gently she rocks her mouth up and down him, tongue exploring the textures, tastes and ridges as she does when kissing him. He fidgets slightly against the door under her amazing but unrelenting stimulation, and wonders how long he can bear such pleasure. She presses into him further, deepening his penetration more and more with each movement. He's aware of little other than the friction and heat of her soft, skilled mouth until he feels the contrasting hardness of her tonsils. He can't help but grind into her there, though immediately apologises. She shakes her head slightly, unwilling to yield any length for further gesture. She curls her fingers into his waistband and uses it to gain purchase as she pushes through that tight barrier and he enters her throat. He's still surprised by the effect this has on him, both physically from the sheer warmth and tightness, and emotionally from the depth of his possession of her and her efforts to encompass him. He moans, intending to speak both endearment and praise but reduced to base level expression by the intensity of this pleasuring. She works up and down him, burying her face deep into his groin as she meets his root. It is much easier for her now than the first few times, becoming more familiar to her throat to accept and accommodate him. She moans softly at each up stroke, enjoying the effects upon him as he becomes more and more aroused. Buried deep once more, he hears in her thoughts a montaigne accented voice he doesn't know
"And with a lover it is simultaneously the most selfless and selfish gift you can give: selfless that you receive no actual stimulation whilst giving so much, and selfish for the sheer desire and power that seeing your man completely enthralled will bring"
She continues to work him rhythmically. He feels his body gearing up, sensations increasing. She draws away, watching him a brief moment. There's a flicker of disappointment there in his expression, but he complies as she takes his hands to pull him away from the door. Still on her knees she positions her own back to the door before manouvering him to stand in front of her, thick erection pointed at her lips as she eases his stance wider to allow him closer. She licks up his length slowly on every side to make his shaft slick. Meeting his eyes, she leans her head back against the dark wood. There is no doubting from her expression that she is as deeply aroused as he, lids heavy, wide pupils and reddened cheeks. He watches her, drinking in how she looks. "You're so beautiful, Blossom", his voice is deep, huskier, and surprises even him by the large quantity of desire that can be heard in it. His words illicit a moan of pleasure and she wraps her hands around to the firmness of his buttocks, pulling him firmly to her mouth, deeper and deeper, until he is once more entirely encased within her throat
"Oh god", he utters softly. She uses her leverage to urge him in and out, setting a fast pace which leaves him having to brace himself against the door with  flat, damp palms. After a few seconds to ensure he understands, she removes her hands, using them to undo the front of her dress. Though he's somewhat unsure of the rightness of controlling and pinning her so, his lust-fueled body compels him to continue. He does slow and become more gentle, partly due to the distraction of her now visible breasts and the rough pinching and pulling her fingers subject her hardened nipples to. He sees her frown briefly before hearing in his mind
"Stop being afraid, liebling, and just listen to your body. I want to see the depths of your desire, and you will not hurt me"
Surprised but strongly aroused by her words, he does as requested, firmly entering her mouth then throat, repeated and deep thrusts. He follows the aching and throbbing that begins at his manhood and spreads to his abdomen, trusting her judgement whilst his is somewhat unsteady. She makes small whimpers and moans every time he withdraws. Though many would be overwhelmed by the force of his strokes and the restrained nature of being firmly kept in such a position, he can sense her revelling in this, excited by her own submission beneath him. He barely manages to register the surprise that he would usually feel, mind full of the eroticism of her mouth so eager to please him. He feels the rapidly impending climax, and though he'd commonly ask at this point if she wished to stop, he just can not summon the will. He knows he needs this, needs her. He continues his deep, rough thrusting, holding most of his weight on his arms, biceps tense and straining slightly. It is too good to stop, sensation encompassing him as he dictates the rhythm and intensity. He hears her in his thoughts
"Next time we do this I'll be rubbing more than just my nipples..."
Shocked yet deeply aroused by this confession he groans loudly, and briefly slows his strokes, grinding as far into her as far as possible as his erection throbs and aches. He swells further, muscles straining as he hits the plateau of his climax before everything tenses further. He speaks through gritted teeth as he is bombarded by the sensation of the deepest thrust into her throat
"Molly... Oh god!"
He orgasms with a huge crash of pleasure, withdrawing a fraction to the suction of her hot mouth, made hotter by the thick heat of the large amount of his seed he spills within her, spraying in several strong pulses. He breathes heavily and hard, legs trembling with the force of his release. He remains a moment, placing his forehead against the door between his hands as the aftershocks subside.
He carefully moves away, exiting her mouth as she swallows deeply. As he struggles to regain normalcy, she looks pleased with herself as she stands. He takes her by the hands, thudding heart rate subsiding as he leads her to their narrow bed. He lies down, bringing her close beside him in an embrace. She snuggles into him, breath warm against his neck. She sighs with pleasure and he finds himself smiling on a slow exhale
"I just need a minute" he says, tone full of humour. She smiles, nodding. He tilts her chin, giving her a soft but intimate kiss as his hand gently strokes the fair curve of her breast and the rosy nipple that crowns it.
"You see, I really _am_ quite fond of you!" She says with a giggle. Enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss and her closeness, he finds himself drifting off, regardless of their tiny bunk.