Title: Hidden Passion

Author: Kay De'Vil

Rating: NC-17

Fandom: War of the worlds

Pairing: Paul Ironhorse/f

Warning: Standard warning that goes with NC-17 stories, plus NOT beta read

Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies, I don't own Paul Ironhorse (although I wish I did) no money being made and no copyright infringement intended.

Hidden Passion
By Kay De'Vil

The sound of the ocean gently lapping against the shore, gently floated in from across the lawn, they both knew that they where running the risk of being caught but neither cared.

His hand clasped hers as they sat together on the couch, his eyes reflecting the gently glow of the open fire before them. She sighed and moved closer to him he slipped his arm around her, his strong fingers closing around her shoulder. She looked up into his eyes and quickly became lost in their depths, she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder, she longed to hold him in her arms, but she wasn't sure if he felt the same way. She knew he loved her, but was his love that of a friend or something more, she didn't know and wasn't sure if she was ready to find out.

His hand moved against the soft fabric of her blouse, his fingers caressing her skin through the fabric, he longed to kiss her, he had wanted to hold her in his arms and posses her in every way from the moment he had first seen her. He shifted position on the couch, his leg brushing against hers their eyes met and again he had to fight to keep from leaning down and kissing her deeply and passionately. Sighing he let his eyes drift across the room to the television, he had long since lost track of the plot of the movie they had been watching, and now simply gave up on trying to make any kind of sense of the scene being played out.

Slouching he pulled her closer to him, the wine from dinner relaxing him, allowing him to finally show some measure of his feelings towards her. He felt her head come to rest upon his shoulder and he automatically leaned down and kissed the top of her head, he was surprised when she leaned into him. Looking down at her, he found himself peering into passionate eyes that held love for him, and not the kind of love he thought she had felt. Her eyes clearly stated that she wanted him, she wanted him in every way.

Even as she looked into his eyes and saw her own passion mirrored in his eyes, she knew that after this night there would be no going back. Tonight they would finally explore their feelings for each other and she knew that after this night neither would want to return to their old relationship. Pressing her body to his she kissed him, at first the kiss was tentative, both wanting to make sure that they where not making a mistake in their actions. But quickly the kiss deepened, their long held passion taking over until finally both were kissing and touching each other with no sign of trepidation or fear.

She shivered under his touch, his hands brought her skin to life, it was as if ever nerve in her body was brought alive, responding to his touch and only his. His hot tongue caressed the nape of her neck, stroking the now sensitive skin. She pressed herself closer, longing for his touch and instantly missing his hot tongue when it moved onto minister to another part of her neck and face. She gasped as his hand came to cup her breast through the fabric of her blouse, even this bridled contact brought her entire body to life and brought with it an aching within her very soul, she wanted more... She wanted all of him and she wanted him now.

He smiled at her as he took her hand in his and pulled her from the couch, she looked at him with questioning eyes. Leaning down he kissed her again, and as he pulled away he saw that all the confusion and questions had vanished, to be replaced by longing and deep passion.

His fingers stroked her hand as he moved over to the fire, his eyes once again reflecting the light of the fire, as he stood looking at her he slowly began to unbutton her blouse. She shivered as his fingers brushed her chest, tracing a slow sultry path between her breasts. Leaning closer to her, he again began to kiss her neck, his hot tongue once again leaving blazing trails of passion across her skin.

Her hands encircled him, her fingers exploring the tight, strong muscles hidden beneath the denim of his shirt. She longed to tare the shirt from his body and expose those gorgeously hard muscles to not only her eyes but her hands and her mouth as well.

As he nipped at the base of her throat she could no longer hold back the impulse; she pulled away from him, her hands grasping the fabric of his shirt and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. He laughed as she devoured his chest with her hot, skillful mouth. Her tongue encircling his hard nipples, her teeth gently pulling at them, causing him to groan in pleasure.

Her hands moved across his body, her touch was like magic to him, bringing alive ever nerve ending. He closed his eyes lost in her touch, and sighed. His eyes shot open as her hands began to move further down his chest towards his waste band, he looked at, drawing her face up so he could look into her eyes "Your sure this is what you want?" he questioned.

She smiled at him and kissed him passionately "I've never been so sure of anything before in my life" she replied.

He smiled at her and returned her passionate kiss, his hands now moving down to her waste band, his long fingers slipping between the band and her soft skin, she sighed and pressed her body against his. He smiled and wrapped her in his strong arms, pulling her against him; he gently began to lower her to the floor.

For a moment they broke apart as they lowered themselves onto the soft rug, neither broke eye contact as they came to lie next to each other.

His hands once again began to explore her body, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her blouse. She shifted so she was laid on her side, her left knee gently pressed against his groin, she could feel his already hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. She longed to free it, but they where not ready to move up to that yet. No he seemed intent upon making the foreplay last as long as possible, and so she gently stroked him with her knee.

He worked at releasing the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from their imprisonment. Even as her bra slipped from her shoulders his hot tongue began to circle her hard nipples, she groaned and arched her body towards him, wanting to increase his touch, to enhance the pleasure he was giving her. As his left hand cupped her breast his strong fingers teased the nipple and tender flesh around it.

Again she encircled him in her arms, her fingernails lightly scrapping at his bronzed skin bringing a shiver to his body, that even caused her to groan in ecstasy.

Slowly he moved further down her body, his tongue and hands tracing a path of fire down her chest and stomach, when he reached her pants he slowly began to unfasten the buttons of her jeans, each part of exposed flesh was quickly greeted by his hot tongue. She gasped as his tongue lightly stroked against one of her erogenous zones, she felt him stop and knew that he was looking up at her, awaiting permission to continue, but she could not look back at him, she was lost in the pleasure his touch was bringing her.

Hearing her gasp he looked up at her, his eyes sparkling at the sight that awaited him, her eyes closed, head thrown back, her breasts heaving with the effort of holding back all of her sexual desire for him. He wanted to prolong the pleasure for her, wanted to see her face glowing in the pure ecstasy that came with sexual fulfillment, but he also knew that there was a thin line between prolonging and teasing.

Kissing her stomach he began to slip the jeans from around her waste, his strong hands had no trouble easing the tight fabric from her hips, and then began to slowly tease the material down her thighs, his mouth once again working its wonders upon her newly exposed flesh.

With every inch of flesh he exposed he brought her closer and closer to the edge, her mind was reeling, lost in the waves of pleasure his simple touch brought to her. As she felt her jeans slipping over her feet she forced her eyes to open, to look at him. She took in the fluid motion of his strong muscles as he moved closer to her, his arms resting on either side of her legs.

Finally she drew her eyes away from his arms to look once again into his eyes, his passion and pleasure were clear, he had enjoyed his exploration of her body as much as she had, and now she longed to return the favor. Pulling her legs out from between his arms she lightly stroked the contours of his abdomen with her toes, he smiled at her as she shifted so she was knelt before him.

Kneeling before each other he looked into her eyes and again they kissed passionately, as they did however she leaned into him, gently pushing him backwards until he was sat upon his calves. He looked at her questioningly for a moment, but she placed her hands upon his strong shoulders and began to push him even further back, quickly he freed his legs from under himself
and stretched out, allowing himself to be pushed back until he was laid upon the rug.

He watched her every movement as she straddled his thighs, her hands caressing his chest, her eyes feasting upon his body. He watched her as she leaned towards him kissing him. Her tongue delving deep into his mouth, their tongues playing, dancing with each other within his mouth. He reached out to her trying to pull her down onto him, but she resisted, small hands closing around his wrists. Raising each wrist to her lips she kissed them, her tongue stroking the skin, moving over every inch of his hands, gently teasing each slender, strong finger into her mouth. Her tongue circled each finger as she gently sucked upon it.

He groaned and closed his eyes as she began to rock back and forth upon his thighs. Her soft silk panties rubbing against the now hard fabric of his pants, she knew that she was driving him to the edge of his passion, but she was not yet ready to allow him to reach fulfillment. She intended to return every ounce of pleasure he had given her, then together they would reach the sexual fulfillment they both now so desperately needed.

As she finished her ministering of his fingers on one hand she lowered his arm and placed it securely under her knee. He looked at her questioningly, but she just smiled and began to tend to his other wrist and fingers.

Watching her he longed to wrap her in his arms and make passionate love to her, but it appeared that she had other plans for the course of their love making this night. Smiling to himself he relaxed, closing his eyes to heighten the pleasure her touch brought. As she finished and began to lower his other wrist to be secured under her knee, he felt her stop. Opening his eyes he looked at her, but she was smiling sultrily at him, after a moment his hand was secured under her knee, and he felt her hands moving down his chest, caressing the muscles as they went.

He groaned as her fingers brushed along the top of his jeans, tracing the path of where the fabric ended and his flesh began, he shivered when for a moment, her fingers delved beyond the fabric, caressing his hips and lower abdomen.

She smiled as he uttered a low groan her fingers caressing the still to be exposed skin of his lower stomach and hips. She wanted to remove his jeans as quickly as possible, but first she wanted to make sure that she remained in control of the situation. Sliding her fingers out from under the fabric, she began to release his belt buckle.

She knew that he was watching her and that thought excited her, she had always liked it when he watched her, now however it had even more meaning.

He was not only watching her actions but her body as well, she knew that he was watching as her breasts moved, occasionally brushing against his chest as she leaned towards him. She knew he longed to once again take her breasts into his mouth and suckle upon her, but this was her turn, it was her chance to give him pleasure.

Slowly she released the buckle and began to pull the belt out from around his waste, she felt as he lifted his hips freeing the belt with greater ease. She smiled at him and again leaned forward kissing him as the belt came free. With the belt free she released first his left hand then his right, she gathered them together into one hand and smiled down at him, her eyes pleading for permission to continue. When she received it she smiled and kissed each of his wrists again before securing them within the belt.

Watching her he saw the pleading request within her eyes and knew that he could not refuse her. Smiling to himself he realized that he actually enjoyed the idea of giving up control to her, allowing her to dictate the speed and level their passion would flow.

Up until this moment the thought of bondage had never occurred to him, but now as he lay with her straddling his thighs, his hands secured within his own belt. He realized just how much this situation added to his sexual arousal.

He sat up and encircled her within his bound arms, his kiss more passionate than before, his need for her becoming greater with each passing moment.

She could feel the heat of his erection even through the fabric of his jeans, she knew that soon she would have to move their love making to the next level. A level she could hardly wait to explore.

Breaking the kiss, she lifted his arms from around her and pushed him back down onto the rug, placing his hands above his head as she did so. Slowly she ran her hands down his arms; lightly stroking his hard biceps as he kissed her now within reach breasts.

With deliberate slowness she kissed, and touched her way down his body until she was once again level his the band of his pants. This time however she began to slowly unbutton the jeans, each button as it released revealing his strong flexing stomach muscles. She looked up at him through hooded eyelashes, her eyes filled with passion and hunger for him.

Groaning he longed to be free of the constant pressure his jeans placed upon his now hard cock, he longed to feel some kind of release. Rolling his head as she released the buttons of his jeans he bite his lip. He felt her hands slip underneath the fabric and automatically lifted his hips aiding her in freeing him from the confining fabric.

With agonizing slowness she slipped the jeans from around his hips, her thighs brushing against him as she slid down his legs, drawing the fabric with her, until finally she slipped them from his legs entirely.

Sitting back on her calves she studied his body, she longed to explore ever inch of him, but knew that he needed a release soon if he was going to last long enough for her to explore all the thoughts racing through her mind.

Kissing her way up his legs she watched as his hands clasped into tight fists, he was closer than she had ever imagined, she smiled to herself, as her fingers continued to massage his thighs, her tongue caressing the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Gently she slipped his boxers from around his waste, and even as he groaned in relief she groaned in appreciation of the sight that greets her.

His hard erect cock, stood tall and proud before her, soft dark hairs conceal the base.

Sitting back she licked her lips in anticipation of what is to come. She can hardly wait to take that long, hard shaft into her mouth, to tease its softhead until finally it releases the hidden bitter, sweet treasure.

Threw hooded eyelashes he watched her, he saw her eye's light up at the sight of his manhood and he smiled. He watched as she licked her lips and groans in longing for her.

Her eyes shift from his erection to his face, a smile playing across her face as she crawls towards him on hands and knees.

His eyes follow her every movement, memorizing the soft curves of her body, how her breasts gently move in sync to her motion, each gently knocking against the other as she crawled closer to him. Raising his head he meets her lips, and once again their tongues dance together within his mouth for a few brief seconds.

Pulling away from him she gets to her feet, her eyes slowly moving across his body, studying it's contours and strong rippling muscles that are to be hers for the night, perhaps longer. Smiling to herself she slowly slips her silk panties from her lips, gently easing them down her thighs, teasing him with the sight of her womanhood.

She can see his desire written upon his face, and knows that her own face mirrors that desire. As her damp panties fall silently to the floor, she moves to stand over his head. She looks down at him and smiles.

Carefully she kneels above his head, her sex mere inches from his face.

He looks at her with longing eyes and after a moment, she edges closer to him, until her sex is above his face, her hands resting upon her thighs. She gasps as his tongue brushes against the sensitive folds of skin and she leans forward. Her hands clasp around his thighs as she leans towards his erect cock, needing the tight muscles as his tongue continues to stroke her damp sex.

Slowly she licks along the outside of his cock, her hot tongue caressing the hyper sensitive organ. Groaning, he begins to grind his hips into the rug. His tongue quickly darts up into her body, stroking the inside of her sex; she arches her back as she flicks her tongue across the head of his cock.

He shivers as she takes his cock into her mouth, her tongue slowly encircling the sensitive organ, gently flicking across the head. With his shoulders he edges her legs further apart lowering her hips to him, his tongue stokes against her clit, and she arches her back desperately holding in a scream of ecstasy.

Raising his head slightly he pressed his mouth to her sex, his teeth gently brushing against the soft folds of skin as his tongue again flicks across her clit only to delve deeper into her body moments later.

Increasing the pressure on his cock, she begins to massage his balls, her tongue continuing to circle his engorged cock. She groans in pleasure as she feels his balls becoming tight within her hand, she knows he is not far from climax. Rocking back and forth upon his face she gasps as his masterful tongue caresses and strokes her closer and closer to her own climax.

Suddenly he stops and pulls his face away from her, she groans in disappointment and the physical ache that racks her body.

With one last stroke of her tongue against his hard cock she looks back at him, she can see in his eyes what he wants and she knows that she is more than ready and willing to give him what he wants.

Slowly standing she lifts his arms and releases them from their bonds. She watches as he too stands, his body shivering from the effort of holding back on the release it so desperately needs.

Silently he takes her face between his hands and pulls her to him, kissing her deeply and passionately. She can feel his hard cock pressing against her stomach and longs to feel it deep within her, as if sensing her desire he grinds his hips against her, his cock pressing even harder against her stomach.

She groans and looks up into his face; a smile is now playing across his handsome features. Gently he places her arms around his neck, and reaches down grasping her under her buttocks, pulling her closer to him, and lifting her right foot from the floor. She gasps as she feels his cock pressing against her entry, she desperately wants to thrust towards him, but his strong hands prevent her.

With agonizing slowness he presses his cock into her, she wraps her leg around his hips, trying desperately to increase the depth of his penetration, but he again stops her, pulling out of her slightly. Groaning she looks into his eyes and smiles at the slight hint of mischief that plays across them.

Sighing she leans into him, kissing and nipping at his neck as he once again resumes slowly entering her. Her fingers dig into his back as he pushes deeper into her, her teeth lightly nipping at the tight muscles of his shoulders.

He groans and thrusts into her, she gasps as he finally lifts her other foot from the floor, allowing her to wrap both her legs around him, increasing the depth of the penetration. Bending his knees he cradles her on his strong thighs, supporting her weight as she begins to rock against him.

Strong arms wrap around her body, pulling her closer. He kisses her as he thrusts deeper and deeper into her, his body responding to the bridled passion and desperate need within him.

She matches him thrust for thrust as she kisses him deeply and passionately as they both draw closer and closer to climax.

Lifting her slightly he edges towards the wall, pressing her against the cold surface he thrust deeper and faster, groaning as he feels her fingernails rake across his back.

No longer able to hold back he cries out as release finally comes. He shivers with the strength of his climax, only to be moments later joined by her.

Her body tightens around his cock, increasing the strength of his climax; again and again he thrusts into her as his hot seed pours into her. Her legs and arms grip him like a vice, holding on desperately as they both ride of the waves of pleasure that is coursing through their bodies.

As the waves subside, he kisses her and carefully slips out from her warm sex, both sigh as they pull apart neither wanting to break the physical contact but knowing that they have to get dressed before someone catches them.

She bends down to pick up her discarded panties, but he reaches out and gently takes them from her hand, a smile playing across his face as he pockets them along with her bra.

She looks at him confused but picks up her jeans and pulls them on, watching him as he ignores his boxers and slips his jeans on, the slips the boxers into his pocket with her panties and bra.

As she finishes buttoning her blouse she smiles, he stands before her his button less shirt hanging open leaving his chest open for her still hungry eyes.

He reaches out his hand to her, and after only a moments hesitation she takes it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. As he pulls her into an embrace he whispers into her ear "Lets continue this somewhere a little more private".

Smiling she nods and still clasping his hand, they switch off the television and leave the lounge.

The end... for now