Symbols of Love | By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 3892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Symbols of Love
By Phoenix
Elita One opened her optics and glanced at the chronometer on her bedside table. It was five in the morning. She and Optimus would have to get up in another hour, they had an early start. Rolling onto her back, she turned her head to gaze at her lover. He was facing towards her on his side, quiet and peaceful in his sleep, one arm draped across her waist. She remembered the nights when he had first become leader.....oh boy. He often couldn’t sleep. He twisted and turned, throwing the covers on the floor and generally being restless. Now he slept like a baby, still and serene. Millions of years of leadership will do that.
She let her optics roam over his physique. He was very masculine - a broad powerful chest, narrow waist, wide shoulders, long sexy legs. She brought her optics up to his exposed face and studied it. Her gaze rested on his wide sensuous lips and she impulsively reached out to touch them. She stopped her hand inches away; she had an idea.
Smiling mischievously, she carefully pulled back the covers and eased herself down the bed until she was kneeling next to his hips. With one hand she pushed at his hip and he obligingly rolled over onto his back with a low murmur. Elita grinned; he was well trained. If she ever wanted him to move in his sleep, she only needed to give a gentle poke and he moved without waking, an automatic response.
His bare interface was lying limply between his thighs, curled slightly to one side. Gently, she leaned over and brushed her lips along it. Prime jerked slightly but did not wake. Elita brought her mouth to the tip and engulfed it. Still he did not wake, but his legs shook a bit and his mouth twitched. She began to apply suction and felt his member begin to become erect in her mouth. Optimus groaned and his head turned to the side, his optics flickering. Encouraged, Elita massaged the bottom of his interface with one hand while she stroked the middle section and sucked at the tip, her tongue flicking at it. A whimper passed Prime’s lips and his optics brightened. His hips began thrusting upward, pushing himself wholly into her mouth and barely touching the back of her throat, his hands clenching into the bed.
When Elita scraped her teeth over the underside of his now raging erection, Prime cried out and bolted upright, his optics blazing.
Their optics met and Elita smiled lazily at him, lying back on the bed and stretching sensuously, her arms over her head, “Good morning,” she purred.
Prime just gaped, looking very comical with his erection straining upwards against his belly. Narrowing his optics, he growled and rolled on top of her, his mouth slamming onto hers and his hands roving over her rounded breasts. Elita cried out against his mouth as he pushed a knee between her thighs and spread her legs. Without hesitation, he slid himself into her.
She bucked against him, her hands flat on his chest, her head thrown back. He sucked and bit at her exposed neck, his hips pumping into her willing body. He rose up on outstretched arms, moving his body off of her until they only touched where they were connected at their groins. He smirked wickedly down at her, “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”, keeping up the delving of his erection between her wide open thighs. Elita gasped and wrapped her hands around his waist, attempting to pull him back down to her, “Yes. Please! I need-” she almost sobbed at her desire for him, her body jerking at every thrust he made. Prime lowered only his head and kissed her passionately, murmuring
“I know.....”, then he dropped his body and pushed it against her. She screamed at the contact, threatening to come right then.
Prime groaned against her mouth and she gasped, her fingers scratching down his shoulders. They drove their bodies together towards climax, panting and crying each other’s name. With one last devasting thrust, the Autobot commander came, screaming his lover’s name, spurting ejaculate forcefully within her. This set Elita off too, and she arched her back up off the bed, crying out. For one long moment they exsisted together in a state of agonising ecstasy, straining to get ever closer to each other. The moment tailed off and left them gasping. Optimus lay gently upon her spent body, he lifted his head and kissed her deeply, “Good morning.”
Elita managed a giggle, “Uh-huh. After *that* it is!”.
The End
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