Part two is up. I was challenged to write a hot and heavy sex scene that could burn the town down - but it could not be vulgar. I hope that I have lived up to expectations. This chapter has been rated a "Heavy T".
Dedicated to Michaela, Alii, and Fra.
I don't own Criminal Minds.
Song Prompt: "Dancing On The Ceiling" by Lionel Richie
Dancing On The Ceiling
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, Hotch felt a shiver go thru his body. He had dreamt of kissing Emily Prentiss a million times before but never thought it would happen…until a Lionel Richie song and liquor gave him a foot in the door. Moving his lips from hers to trail down her neck, he tried to remember that he was still in charge despite what his body was saying.
"Hotch?" Emily asked as Hotch's mouth moved against her skin - tasting, licking and nipping…causing an electric tingle through out her body.
"Hmm?"
"I have to take a shower," she replied but didn't move away. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as his hand dipped inside the opening of her blouse and cupped her breast.
"Okay."
"I mean like now."
"Do you know what my New Year's resolution was this year?" he mouthed against her neck.
"No idea," she breathed.
"To stop being a stoic hard ass." He pulled back to look at her.
"That's a good resolution," she agreed.
He unbuttoned his dress shirt. "Starting now." He dropped the shirt on the floor, quickly followed by his slacks. Emily's eyes widened. "What's wrong?"
She licked her lips. "I was wrong about the boxers." She swallowed hard. "Hotch…"
"What is your New Year's resolution?" he whispered as his hands slowly stroked her.
Screw the hang-over messing with her senses, Hotch was slowly killing off what few brain cells she had left. Shaking her head, she tried to gather her thoughts.
"I don't make resolutions," she confessed as his body rubbed against hers. His erection pulsated against her thigh.
"No way." He unbuttoned the blouse and kissed the curve of her breast. "Maybe I can change your mind."
"Good…luck…oh!" she moaned as his mouth closed over a rosy nipple. Arching into him, she weaved her fingers into his hair. Greedily, he sucked as he continued to touch her. "Hotch…"
Moving his hand down, he unfastened the snap of her slacks and dipped his hand inside. Moving across her flat abdomen, he brushed his fingers against the scrap of material covering her. "Thong?" he teased before pushing her slacks down. Throwing them to the floor, he looked at her.
"Did I tell you that you said that you wanted me?" he asked and stroked her with an expert finger. Arching her hips up, she moved against him.
"No," she hissed. "Are you sure?"
"Drunks never lie. Or did you forget that in your profiling training?" Parting her thighs, he dipped his head down. And Emily felt herself nearly die. It was too unreal what he was doing to her but she was helpless to do anything but dig her nails into the mattress and cry out loud.
Hotch wondered why it had taken last night to discover the real Emily Prentiss, but now that he had her, he was going to make sure that he took his time discovering every single solitary inch of her beautiful body. As his tongue worked its magic o her, his hands continued to fondle. As he touched her from the inside out, he felt her tense up as her hips tried to keep up with him.
"Oh…"she cried out. "Oh God! Ah…ah…Aar…Aaron…" she tried to speak, but her brain wasn't working. Everything was short circuiting and her body was begging for release. Faster he pushed her toward the edge of no return.
"Come on Em…" he begged against her, his tongue working in tandem with his fingers. "Come on…"
Then it happened - her body went straight as the first wave of a mind shattering orgasm tore her in two and then put her back together.
Coming back to reality, she tried to catch her breath, but couldn't. He had done something to her no other man ever had. Her body still throbbed from the climax as she opened her eyes to look at him.
"That was amazing," she breathed.
"I see." Lying on his back, he pulled her toward him.
"What are you doing?" she asked as her body straddled his.
"The other part of my resolution. I have decided to let a woman take charge once in a while." He thrust his hips upward to tease her. A soft sigh escaped her lips as her head dropped down to kiss him. Gentle at first, she opened her mouth and deepened it until they both broke away for air.
Cupping her breasts thru the bra, Hotch gripped them gently. Moving her hands up, she went to unfasten the clasp when he stopped her. "No. Keep it on." Ducking his head down, he took the nipple in his mouth again and let his tongue tease it until she cried out loud. "Now," he ordered and moved her down to where he was waiting.
Casting a glance downward, Emily grasped him in her hand and heard his sharp hiss. Then slowly she guided him inch by excruciating inch into the wet heat of her core. Filling her, Hotch ordered himself to hold on. He had waited too long to end it now.
Moving her hips against him - slow at first - she picked up the pace. He had put her in control and she wasn't going to give it up. As his hands caressed her, she tried to push him to the same edge he had taken her. Lifting up, she lowered herself and took satisfaction from the way his head thrashed on the pillow. So, she did it again.
"Emily," he bit out as he tried to hold on.
"Come on Hotch," she taunted, her face mere inches from his. As he went to speak, she covered his mouth and tangled his tongue with hers. Thrusting into his mouth, she heard him gasp with surprise. Then she matched the motion with her hips.
As Emily's tongue warred against his, he grasped her hips and held her as he ground his pelvis against her. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, he thrust upward - fast and hard - and she had no choice but to go with him. Riding him, she tried not to lose her mind as he touched her with his hands, mouth, and body.
Gripping him hard as her body started to go over the edge, she knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"Emily…" he panted, his body covered with sweat.
"Come on Aaron." With a twist of her hips, she took pleasure from his cry of release. Then she gasped and threw her head back as her body tensed then dissolved as she followed him over the precipice.
*
Feeling as though her body had turned to jell-o, Emily lay on Hotch's chest and tried to catch her breath. She had had her world rocked on more than one occasion in her life-time, but what just transpired between her and Hotch not only rocked it, but knocked it off its axis. Feeling his hand on her hair, she closed her eyes.
"You're still alive," he remarked.
"Barely." Picking her head up, she looked into his brown eyes and felt her heart go into free fall. "Aaron, is it too late to make a resolution? Because if it isn't, I want to make sure that we keep doing…this."
Hotch kissed her hard. "As long as you keep calling me 'Aaron', you got yourself a deal. This is one helluva way to ring in the New Year."
"Better late than never," Em whispered.
"Agreed. Unless you want to tell me how to do that kick turn."
"I'd rather show you," she murmured against his lips.
"Deal," he replied before rolling her over to her back and taking them to their own fireworks display.