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Hannibal’s hands seem to be everywhere at once. Cradling her face while he kisses her. Brushing over her nipples through the fabric of her nightgown. Squeezing her ass as he pulls her down on top of him.
He speaks between kisses, his lips brushing her earlobe. “Fuck, Clarice. Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”
As he draws her down and lifts his hips to meet her, she can feel the hard line of his cock pressing against her thigh through his pajama bottoms.
She captures his lips with hers and kisses him deeply as she reaches into his waistband and takes his cock in her hand. He is hot, pulsing, already dripping.
He inhales sharply and groans into her mouth as she pumps him, smearing his pre-come across the head of his cock and making his hips buck involuntarily.
“God, Clarice,” he whispers against her lips. “I really need to fuck you.”
“Right now?” she asks, eyes glinting as she lifts her nightgown.
“Yes, right now.” His eyes are wide and his voice is a growl.
“You want this?” She teases the tip of his cock over her clit and between her wet folds.
His voice comes out in an almost strangled grunt. “Yes. Fuck! Yes.”
“And this?” She draws him a little deeper in, letting her slickness drench the head and roll down his shaft.
The sound he makes is not remotely close to human speech, but his wild eyes and the rapid nodding of his head convey his meaning well enough.
She leans forward, elbows on either side of his head, and kisses him more deeply still as she grinds and circles her hips, sliding slowly onto his cock until her clit is flush with his pubic bone and he is groaning into her mouth desperately.
“Fuck me, then,” she says.
His arms go around her hips and he grinds up into her, taking just enough of his consciousness away from the searing pleasure flooding his body to gauge her responses and combine them what he knows of her already. The waistband of his pajama bottoms rides up under his balls and he yanks them down just enough to remove the distraction. His need for her is too urgent to bother with removing them entirely.
He insinuates the pad of his thumb up under her nightgown and between their bodies, beginning to tease her clit from side to side and thrusting up into her in time with every stroke.
She moans against his lips. “Fuck! Yes!”
He moves his thumb in rhythm with his thrusts and feels her swelling. Her growing wetness rolls down his shaft, drenching his balls and leaving a wet spot on the sheets.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispers, growling.
She nods, whining and grinding herself down on his thumb. Her tongue brushes his and then she whispers against his lips. “You’re going…ooh… to make me… ungh. Oh God, Hannibal!”
And then she is writhing, taking him into her so deeply that he feels as though he will drown in her. Her contractions and her desperate grinding tug at him and he finds himself perilously close to the edge. His balls tighten and he struggles for control as he watches her face contorting with pleasure and hears her resounding cry.
“Hannibal! Fuck! I want you on top of me. Fuck me! Please!”
He withdraws and she collapses onto her back. He kisses her as gently as he can under the circumstances, but he is inside her again in seconds and pumping viciously. He wants to slow down, to take the time for them both to remove their nightclothes, but he can’t stop himself from grinding into her again and again. No matter how deeply he buries himself in her, he needs to go deeper still.
“Harder,” she says, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him deeper into her.
“Do you want me to come, Clarice? I’m so close. If I fuck you hard, I’m going to… ohhhh….”
She is circling her hips, lifting them into him, giving him an angle that allows him to push in deeper still.
“Harder,” she says again, her voice an emphatic growl in his ear.
And then he is thrusting madly, pumping into her, and she is groaning into his ear.
She takes her knees, once in each hand, and curls her hips up towards him, taking her shins and spreading herself wider, wider.
He drives into her, panting, groaning. He looks down to watch his cock disappear into her again and again and feels his come surging upward. He is so full of it, full to bursting. Filling her with it is suddenly the most important thing that has ever happened.
She feels the ridge at the head of his cock swell and rub over the root of her clit and back again and grins with the knowledge that he is close.
“I want it, Hannibal!” she moans. “I want your come! I need you to come in me!”
And he does, with a guttural, roaring groan that echoes off the vaulted ceiling. His cock judders with electric bursts of pleasure, white hot. She is slicker and slicker with each spasm, each thrust. His hips buck and his whole body clenches as he pours himself into her over and over again until he is so fully enveloped by her that there is nothing left of him.
The room resounds with her sobs of pleasure and he relishes her contractions as she draws each burst out of him. When they quake to stillness, he comes to rest next to her and cradles her face in his hands, brushing a gentle kiss across her swollen lips.
“It’s possible,” he breathes when at last he finds his voice, “that you could frighten me, Clarice Starling.”
“Frighten you? How?”
“Nobody has ever mattered like this.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“No?”
“Not unless you’re going with me.”
“Funny you should mention it,” he says, gathering her to his chest. “Have you ever considered living in Buenos Aires?”