oi guys, I'm still pretty new with composição literária fanfics so be nice! :)
So i kinda got my inspiration from one of the sneak peaks we got yesterday with Cuddy questioning House about his masseuse. It wasn't meant to be this long but I got a bit carried away with the sex scene...but i dont want to spoil it! ENJOY :D
-I do not own House. I just wish I did...
House sat up in Cuddy’s cama waiting for her to come cadastrar-se him. He could hear her in the bathroom blow-drying her hair. As he heard the power of the hair dryer slowly die away he started to get excited at the thought of her coming through that door any segundo now. He had been so horny for her all dia (actually, he was horny for her everyday!) and simply couldn’t wait to ravish her all night long.
House managed a small grin as he heard the door handle twist. He could barely contain his excitement to rip off all her clothes and kiss her and touch her everywhere he could. The door opened and Cuddy stood there without walking into the bedroom. She just stood there looking sexy as hell in her little (and I mean very little) night-time lingerie. Although House was at first distracted por “those large things in her bra” he looked her up and down until he reached her eyes. They were glaring at him. House got slightly worried, he knew Cuddy well and he knew that her glares were not a good sign. His face dropped and all his anterior excitement was put on hold for a moment as he gave her a quizzical look and asked her what was wrong.
“I want you to hire a new masseuse.” She said leaning up against the doorframe in a very provocative manner but all the while remaining her sincere looks.
“And why would that be?” replied House with a miniscule of a smirk because he just loved it when Cuddy got all serious on him and used her ‘boss’ voice.
“Because I don’t feel comfortable with her massaging you.” Was Cuddy’s reply.
“And why would that be?” returned House with his same reply as before almost as if he was treating Cuddy like one of his team during a differential diagnosis, trying to get an honest answer from her.
“Because she’s a hooker!” Cuddy almost yelled. “How can you expect me to feel comfortable knowing that you’re in a room alone with a hooker?” she said desperately. “Look it’s not that I don’t trust you…it just makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like this conhaque or whatever her name is!”
“Aww, why don’t you like her? She’s such a lovely lady!” House replied with slight sarcasm but soon realised he might be pushing not only her limits but also his chances of having sex that night.
“Well…because she’s…she’s…” Cuddy’s voice began to drift off and she looked down.
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” House smiled.
“I’m not jealous!” she snapped back at him. “She’s just…”
“She’s what?” asked House. Cuddy looked up at him and she appeared to have tears in her eyes.
“She’s…prettier than me.” She said softly. House was stunned and just stared at her blankly. “Well she’s blonde and like ten years younger than me!” said Cuddy sadly.
“Come here.” Gestured House gently. He could tell she was really upset and he hated seeing her unhappy. He also hated being sentimental with words but at times like this he knew what she needed to hear. Cuddy stopped leaning against the doorframe and slowly walked over to the side of the bed. House held out his hand and she held it as she sat down on the cama seguinte to him. He lifted himself so he was sitting mais upright and continued to hold Cuddy’s hand. House looked straight into Cuddy’s misty tear-filled eyes. “You. Are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He said. Cuddy just kept sitting there holding his hand and staring straight back at him. House continued. “I’m not just saying that because I’m your boyfriend. Honestly, for all the time I’ve known you, I’ve thought that you were incredibly beautiful. Even before we got together, let’s say about 6 years ago…every time I saw you smile, it would make me smile.” House put his hand under her chin and lifted it up so that he could see her face. He sighed and placed his hands on either sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. “Yeah, my masseuse is hot. But she’s not beautiful and sexy and adorable like you. Come on Lisa, how can you even compare yourself to a hooker?” He called her Lisa. Cuddy always thought that hearing him call her Lisa would be weird but it sounded…nice. Reassuring.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I know it’s selfish but I just want you all to myself. I don’t like the thought of other women touching you let alone massaging you.” Said Cuddy apologetically.
“No you don’t need to be sorry. I amor that you want me all to yourself. Because truthfully, I would hate it if I knew that someone other than myself was touching you in any way. I mean, seeing you with Lucas used to be bad enough. It’d break my heart. So it’s okay. I understand and I’m sorry.” Said House sincerely. House took his hands away from her face and slowly wrapped them around her to pull her closer to him. They hugged tightly and Cuddy buried her face in House’s shoulder while House rested his chin on topo, início of her head. “I amor you.” He told her as he kissed the side of her head. “So much.”
“I amor you too.” She replied and she held him tighter. “I don’t expect you to hire a new masseuse.”
“No it’s okay. conhaque isn’t actually that great at giving massages. I’ll get a new masseuse. I’ll even get a guy masseuse if you want!” said House. Cuddy giggled in his embrace.
“I think I would be even mais uncomfortable if you had a guy massaging you! If you want to hire a new masseuse just don’t choose a hooker.” laughed Cuddy.
House laughed with her and bent down to kiss her. Their lips locked and the meshing of their lips was soon broken por their tongues diving into each other’s mouths and moulding themselves against one another. Their kiss had become increasingly passionate to a point where Cuddy had to break away just to get some air. She pulled away but still rested her head against his forehead. “Make amor to me.” She whispered breathlessly. Without a word House scooped her up from where she was sitting on the side of the cama and gently placed her down on the other side of him. He glided his hand across her bare stomach as he manoeuvred himself until he was on topo, início of her and between her luscious legs. He kept one hand up under her neck to support her head and the other hand caressed her hip and slowly moved upwards towards her breast. He reached her breast and began to massage it. After a moment of his touch he could feel her nipple harden through the lacy fabric of her bra. In the midst of Cuddy’s moans she could tell that House was keen to get her bra off and so she threw herself onto him so that she was now straddling him on top. God, she loved being on topo, início and in control. She loved the way House would gaze up at her in amazement. She secretly loved giving him her own personal little show. She unclasped her bra and let it slide off her and as soon as it was off, House’s hands were on her breasts again. She bent down over him, so that she could kiss him and allow him to play with her breasts at the same time. House rolled her over so that he was on topo, início and between her legs again. As he sucked on her neck he made his way down to her chest and finally to her breasts. He would gently flick her nipple with his tongue and it seemed that with each flick she would groan and instinctively thrust her hips upwards. Cuddy could feel House’s hard erection pressing on her stomach and she longed for it to be grinding inside her.
It was as though House could read her mind. He stopped pleasuring her breasts and came up to give her one last kiss before he would thrust himself inside her. It was a deep kiss. As she saw House come up from her chest and closer to her face she opened her mouth wide giving him entrance. Begging for entrance. House reciprocated her gesture and with both their mouths wide open their faces crashed together and their tongues danced circles around each other. House thrust himself into her almost violently that she let out a loud yell. He knew she liked it rough. He continued thrusting himself inside her rough and hard and she continued to yell out in pleasure. Cuddy loved that House knew exactly how she liked it.
With each thrust their hips crushed together and as things got mais and mais heated Cuddy would meet him halfway with the thrusting of her own hips. House’s head was buried in Cuddy’s neck and Cuddy leant her face towards his as her nails began to dig into House’s back. Suddenly she curled her leg around his waist and lifted her other leg up over his shoulder. Her yoga certainly came in handy in these kinds of situations. This position allowed him to drive himself deeper and deeper inside of her. After five minutos of grinding into her with her leg placed sexily over his shoulder House moved positions.
They both lay on their left sides and House spooned himself against Cuddy. He lifted her topo, início leg up so that it bent back over him and from this angle he was able to enter her again. He wrapped both his hands around her, to hold her tightly in position and slowly rocked back and forth inside her. He was ready to explode…literally. And por the sound of her quickening breath, so was Cuddy. At this, House moved his hand down over her body and began vigorously rubbing her clit. At the touch of House’s hand down there, Cuddy let out a gasp. For the seguinte couple of minutos House held her tighter and thrusted faster and faster as he continued to rub her. Cuddy had completely given herself over to him and was moaning non-stop, she could tell she would be coming soon. Suddenly she felt a wave of orgasmic pleasure rush over her entire body and she tightened her muscles around him as she could feel his sperm spill inside her. The both groaned like animais as though they were being filmed for an episode of Wild Kingdom. He pulled himself out of her and they both continued to lie there in each other’s arms spooning each other. It wasn’t long until they were both asleep.
House wondered how Cuddy could ever have compared herself to a hooker. The sex that they had just had was something that could only happen between the two of them. Both House and Cuddy knew that they would never be with anyone that made them feel quite like this. Sex with a hooker was just sex. Dirty sex at that! Whereas sex with Cuddy was so much mais than that. It was magical. How did they know that they would spend the rest of their lives together? Because magic never dies.
So i kinda got my inspiration from one of the sneak peaks we got yesterday with Cuddy questioning House about his masseuse. It wasn't meant to be this long but I got a bit carried away with the sex scene...but i dont want to spoil it! ENJOY :D
-I do not own House. I just wish I did...
House sat up in Cuddy’s cama waiting for her to come cadastrar-se him. He could hear her in the bathroom blow-drying her hair. As he heard the power of the hair dryer slowly die away he started to get excited at the thought of her coming through that door any segundo now. He had been so horny for her all dia (actually, he was horny for her everyday!) and simply couldn’t wait to ravish her all night long.
House managed a small grin as he heard the door handle twist. He could barely contain his excitement to rip off all her clothes and kiss her and touch her everywhere he could. The door opened and Cuddy stood there without walking into the bedroom. She just stood there looking sexy as hell in her little (and I mean very little) night-time lingerie. Although House was at first distracted por “those large things in her bra” he looked her up and down until he reached her eyes. They were glaring at him. House got slightly worried, he knew Cuddy well and he knew that her glares were not a good sign. His face dropped and all his anterior excitement was put on hold for a moment as he gave her a quizzical look and asked her what was wrong.
“I want you to hire a new masseuse.” She said leaning up against the doorframe in a very provocative manner but all the while remaining her sincere looks.
“And why would that be?” replied House with a miniscule of a smirk because he just loved it when Cuddy got all serious on him and used her ‘boss’ voice.
“Because I don’t feel comfortable with her massaging you.” Was Cuddy’s reply.
“And why would that be?” returned House with his same reply as before almost as if he was treating Cuddy like one of his team during a differential diagnosis, trying to get an honest answer from her.
“Because she’s a hooker!” Cuddy almost yelled. “How can you expect me to feel comfortable knowing that you’re in a room alone with a hooker?” she said desperately. “Look it’s not that I don’t trust you…it just makes me uncomfortable. I don’t like this conhaque or whatever her name is!”
“Aww, why don’t you like her? She’s such a lovely lady!” House replied with slight sarcasm but soon realised he might be pushing not only her limits but also his chances of having sex that night.
“Well…because she’s…she’s…” Cuddy’s voice began to drift off and she looked down.
“You’re so cute when you’re jealous.” House smiled.
“I’m not jealous!” she snapped back at him. “She’s just…”
“She’s what?” asked House. Cuddy looked up at him and she appeared to have tears in her eyes.
“She’s…prettier than me.” She said softly. House was stunned and just stared at her blankly. “Well she’s blonde and like ten years younger than me!” said Cuddy sadly.
“Come here.” Gestured House gently. He could tell she was really upset and he hated seeing her unhappy. He also hated being sentimental with words but at times like this he knew what she needed to hear. Cuddy stopped leaning against the doorframe and slowly walked over to the side of the bed. House held out his hand and she held it as she sat down on the cama seguinte to him. He lifted himself so he was sitting mais upright and continued to hold Cuddy’s hand. House looked straight into Cuddy’s misty tear-filled eyes. “You. Are the most beautiful woman I have ever met.” He said. Cuddy just kept sitting there holding his hand and staring straight back at him. House continued. “I’m not just saying that because I’m your boyfriend. Honestly, for all the time I’ve known you, I’ve thought that you were incredibly beautiful. Even before we got together, let’s say about 6 years ago…every time I saw you smile, it would make me smile.” House put his hand under her chin and lifted it up so that he could see her face. He sighed and placed his hands on either sides of her face and used his thumbs to wipe away her tears. “Yeah, my masseuse is hot. But she’s not beautiful and sexy and adorable like you. Come on Lisa, how can you even compare yourself to a hooker?” He called her Lisa. Cuddy always thought that hearing him call her Lisa would be weird but it sounded…nice. Reassuring.
“Okay, I’m sorry. I know it’s selfish but I just want you all to myself. I don’t like the thought of other women touching you let alone massaging you.” Said Cuddy apologetically.
“No you don’t need to be sorry. I amor that you want me all to yourself. Because truthfully, I would hate it if I knew that someone other than myself was touching you in any way. I mean, seeing you with Lucas used to be bad enough. It’d break my heart. So it’s okay. I understand and I’m sorry.” Said House sincerely. House took his hands away from her face and slowly wrapped them around her to pull her closer to him. They hugged tightly and Cuddy buried her face in House’s shoulder while House rested his chin on topo, início of her head. “I amor you.” He told her as he kissed the side of her head. “So much.”
“I amor you too.” She replied and she held him tighter. “I don’t expect you to hire a new masseuse.”
“No it’s okay. conhaque isn’t actually that great at giving massages. I’ll get a new masseuse. I’ll even get a guy masseuse if you want!” said House. Cuddy giggled in his embrace.
“I think I would be even mais uncomfortable if you had a guy massaging you! If you want to hire a new masseuse just don’t choose a hooker.” laughed Cuddy.
House laughed with her and bent down to kiss her. Their lips locked and the meshing of their lips was soon broken por their tongues diving into each other’s mouths and moulding themselves against one another. Their kiss had become increasingly passionate to a point where Cuddy had to break away just to get some air. She pulled away but still rested her head against his forehead. “Make amor to me.” She whispered breathlessly. Without a word House scooped her up from where she was sitting on the side of the cama and gently placed her down on the other side of him. He glided his hand across her bare stomach as he manoeuvred himself until he was on topo, início of her and between her luscious legs. He kept one hand up under her neck to support her head and the other hand caressed her hip and slowly moved upwards towards her breast. He reached her breast and began to massage it. After a moment of his touch he could feel her nipple harden through the lacy fabric of her bra. In the midst of Cuddy’s moans she could tell that House was keen to get her bra off and so she threw herself onto him so that she was now straddling him on top. God, she loved being on topo, início and in control. She loved the way House would gaze up at her in amazement. She secretly loved giving him her own personal little show. She unclasped her bra and let it slide off her and as soon as it was off, House’s hands were on her breasts again. She bent down over him, so that she could kiss him and allow him to play with her breasts at the same time. House rolled her over so that he was on topo, início and between her legs again. As he sucked on her neck he made his way down to her chest and finally to her breasts. He would gently flick her nipple with his tongue and it seemed that with each flick she would groan and instinctively thrust her hips upwards. Cuddy could feel House’s hard erection pressing on her stomach and she longed for it to be grinding inside her.
It was as though House could read her mind. He stopped pleasuring her breasts and came up to give her one last kiss before he would thrust himself inside her. It was a deep kiss. As she saw House come up from her chest and closer to her face she opened her mouth wide giving him entrance. Begging for entrance. House reciprocated her gesture and with both their mouths wide open their faces crashed together and their tongues danced circles around each other. House thrust himself into her almost violently that she let out a loud yell. He knew she liked it rough. He continued thrusting himself inside her rough and hard and she continued to yell out in pleasure. Cuddy loved that House knew exactly how she liked it.
With each thrust their hips crushed together and as things got mais and mais heated Cuddy would meet him halfway with the thrusting of her own hips. House’s head was buried in Cuddy’s neck and Cuddy leant her face towards his as her nails began to dig into House’s back. Suddenly she curled her leg around his waist and lifted her other leg up over his shoulder. Her yoga certainly came in handy in these kinds of situations. This position allowed him to drive himself deeper and deeper inside of her. After five minutos of grinding into her with her leg placed sexily over his shoulder House moved positions.
They both lay on their left sides and House spooned himself against Cuddy. He lifted her topo, início leg up so that it bent back over him and from this angle he was able to enter her again. He wrapped both his hands around her, to hold her tightly in position and slowly rocked back and forth inside her. He was ready to explode…literally. And por the sound of her quickening breath, so was Cuddy. At this, House moved his hand down over her body and began vigorously rubbing her clit. At the touch of House’s hand down there, Cuddy let out a gasp. For the seguinte couple of minutos House held her tighter and thrusted faster and faster as he continued to rub her. Cuddy had completely given herself over to him and was moaning non-stop, she could tell she would be coming soon. Suddenly she felt a wave of orgasmic pleasure rush over her entire body and she tightened her muscles around him as she could feel his sperm spill inside her. The both groaned like animais as though they were being filmed for an episode of Wild Kingdom. He pulled himself out of her and they both continued to lie there in each other’s arms spooning each other. It wasn’t long until they were both asleep.
House wondered how Cuddy could ever have compared herself to a hooker. The sex that they had just had was something that could only happen between the two of them. Both House and Cuddy knew that they would never be with anyone that made them feel quite like this. Sex with a hooker was just sex. Dirty sex at that! Whereas sex with Cuddy was so much mais than that. It was magical. How did they know that they would spend the rest of their lives together? Because magic never dies.
