Here's the second half, as promised! Hope everyone is having a great weekend. :D

Warning in case you missed it: there is smutty hot action ahead. The rating has been accordingly changed to M.

Part II

This was the gamble, the moment of truth. Walt's fingers on her flushed skin had swept away the final ounce of patience Vic had kept in reserve for so long, and instinct had gained the edge over doubt in her endless internal war.

It had almost been too much already, showering with such obvious impressions of Walt surrounding her. She felt stripped and exposed well beyond the more obvious removal of her clothing, and had been unable to resist the urge to touch his things and use the products that he had chosen to be part of his every day. It had been oddly thrilling, taking the bar of soap that had recently been in his grasp and gliding it over her skin. Easy to pretend there was something of his hands, his skin and other parts of him infused into that innocent white block.

When Vic had walked out into the dimly lit bedroom and seen him there, disheveled and caught off guard, almost boyish in flustered surprise, she'd known. The knowledge was so enormous she could barely comprehend the meaning, other than the fact that it had been there all along and this was the moment that would make or break them.

He hadn't turned tail and run, and at first she thought he was just too mortified to manage it. Then she had breathed his name, and his eyes had met hers like the iridescent blue in the hottest part of a steady flame. That banked heat had certainly sucked the rest of the oxygen out of her lungs, and the way they'd practically melted onto each other after the first hint of physical connection had given her the needed courage.

Now she was totally naked, but somehow it seemed right. She could feel Walt's eyes flickering over every part of her body that he hadn't previously seen. It was almost like a threat assessment, so she followed her training and made no sudden movements to trigger a reaction. What more could she do? The ball was well and truly in Walt's court now.

For a moment he actually looked angry, face so hard and intense that she almost wanted to shrink back against the wall to distance herself from the apparent wrath. She never got the chance; in the next moment he was hauling her into his arms, releasing a low growl against the side of her neck as her feet left the floor and his lips searched desperately for hers.

Vic had never been swept off her feet before, literally or figuratively, but this was both and so much more. She met his fire with her own, finally, after wanting exactly this for so long. His strong hands held her against him, one splayed over her back and the other sliding down to the soft area beneath her left ass cheek to support her weight. Both of her own hands had shot up to frame his face, feeling the delicious texture of his stubble under her fingers as they engaged in a fierce and ravenous first kiss.

Breathing in through her nose, Vic squirmed in Walt's arms. A small moan erupted from her throat as her sensitized nipples pressed against the fabric of his shirt front and her lower half sought and met the hard evidence of his desire for her. Walt shuddered and squeezed her tighter in response, grinding his hips against hers. Dragging her touch down the side of his neck and beneath the open collar of his shirt, Vic pushed at the sturdy cotton material and gripped the warm skin of his shoulder.

Soon Walt was trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down her throat, and Vic was so dizzy and out of it that she almost didn't register the swift turning motion as he spun her around and lowered her onto the bed. She felt boneless and light with the cool quilt beneath her, weak with anticipation as Walt crawled on top of her. Reaching for him, she pulled the front of his shirt completely open, helping him shrug out of the sleeves as he slinked his way up her body until they were face to face.

He loomed above her, wearing a tender expression and running one hand along the skin of her neck before propping it beside her on the bed. Dragging her fingers over the muscles of his bare chest and arms, she peered up at him, imploring.

"I hope you aren't thinking about stopping."

Bending, he kissed the corner of her mouth with a gently lingering pressure. "Nope. I just want to look at you for a minute."

She smiled, feeling sexy and powerful. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

Walt kneeled up, his jean-clad legs sandwiched with her smooth naked ones. "You're so beautiful." Her breath hitched as he traced the fingertips of both hands up her flat stomach. "I want to touch you."

Covering his hands with her own, she guided them up to her breasts, arching as his palms molded over her curves. Exhaling, she licked her lips. "What else do you want?"

His eyes darkened to a stormy midnight, voice low and rough as his thumbs circled sensuously. "Everything."

Slowly, Vic raised her arms up so that they lay prone above her head in a gesture of total surrender. "So take it. It's all yours…"

Apparently Walt got the message, sliding his hands up the soft skin of her inner forearms and twining his fingers with hers, pinning them firmly to the mattress before plundering her mouth with a kiss that was deep and possessive. When they broke apart for air Vic scraped her teeth over his bottom lip, soothing the bitten area with her tongue as he tilted in to renew the contact.

"I'm yours," she whispered against his mouth.

The declaration seemed to set Walt off and imbue him with greater confidence, hands roaming all over her. His lips explored her face and neck, mapping her out for future reference. He sucked on the delicate skin beneath her earlobe and she moaned, her own arms wrapping around to grasp and stroke his broad back. After continuing his attentions to that spot on her neck for long enough that Vic hoped it would leave a mark, Walt continued his descent.

She had always assumed that Walt would be a thoughtful and giving lover, but she would freely admit that she hadn't allowed her imagination to travel quite this far. As his lips blazed a trail down her body, taking time for a detour to nibble and tease at her already aching breasts, Vic's mind reeled with all the possibilities she had never contemplated.

Possibilities such as Walt's tongue flattening against the skin of her stomach, circling around her belly button, and sliding even lower until—

"Ohhh, holy shit!"

The texture and heat of his mouth exploring her most sensitive parts was a mind-blowing, pleasure-drunk surprise. Groaning against the inside of her quivering thigh, Walt pushed her a little further up the bed so that he could stretch out and concentrate on his target. All she could do was gasp for much-needed oxygen, grip the side of his neck, and slide her fingers through his hair while she hung on for the ride.

Vic's hips bucked at one particularly effective flick from the tip of Walt's tongue, and she felt one of his large hands bracing over her hipbone to still her uncontrolled movements. She could hear the smile in his voice as he paused.

"Easy, there."

A breathy laugh escaped her. "Are you fucking serious?"

Their eyes met briefly, and she could see just how serious he was as he used his free hand to drape one of her thighs over his shoulder before returning to the task at hand.

He was good at it. Better than good, and she writhed with abandon as much as Walt would allow beneath his mouth and hands as he worked her. The pressure built and swelled as his tongue fluttered and his teeth joined the action to scrape gently over her clitoris. Vic didn't even know what sounds she was making, all control discarded as Walt made a pleased humming noise and gripped the outside of her thighs, pressing his stubbled face right in where she needed it as a violent, pulsing orgasm tore through her.

The climax was blackout amazing and he didn't let up, relentlessly devouring her through the aftershocks until she finally collapsed from unqualified sensual exhaustion.

Vic managed to find her voice through the fog. "Come back up here."

Walt slid up the bed and lay on his side next to her, shirtless, painfully handsome, and looking just the slightest bit smug. He proffered an arm in invitation, kissing her temple as she snuggled against him. Vic rested contentedly for a moment, burying her face in Walt's neck and stroking her fingers up and down his opposite side. If he thought they were going to cuddle peacefully now, he had another thing coming— hopefully in a very literal sense once she got her hands on the unruly hardness she could spy within his overtaxed jeans…


The softness of Vic's body cradled so willingly against him was making Walt hornier than he'd been in decades, but at least he was still enough of a gentleman to rein those impulses in until she had recovered from her impressively vocal orgasm. Her responses bolstered his supplies of masculine pride, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so unashamedly decadent.

When Vic had dropped her towel it had been like a matador waving an incendiary red cloth in front of an angry bull, and Walt had given in and charged. The sequence of events that followed got the blood pounding into places he'd almost forgotten about, and he hadn't been able to resist the pull of all her smooth inviting skin on display for him. She'd said it was all his, that she was his, and Walt hadn't even had a chance to properly process that concept yet.

Feathering one set of fingers up her bare spine, Walt swept his tongue between his bottom row of teeth and the inside of his lip to savor the remnants of her warm honey taste. The act of pleasuring her had been enjoyable for him as well, as the throbbing erection he was sporting was happy to remind him. Vic shifted as his fingers reached the back of her neck and slid into her still-damp hair, raising her head and bracing her forearm over his chest as she leaned in to kiss him.

Feisty by nature, he should have known Vic wouldn't need much time to recharge. If she felt half of the urgency that he did himself, they would be tangled together again in no time. Cradling her face with both his hands he accepted and deepened the kiss, groaning as her hand traveled down the center of his abdomen until her clever fingers encountered his belt buckle.

With an athletic twisting motion Vic flipped up to straddle Walt's thighs and he was treated to the erotic and dreamlike picture of her, untamed and eager above him as she unfastened his jeans with impressive alacrity. He watched her breasts bounce slightly and her wild hair fall into her eyes as she shimmied backwards to tug the denim down his legs, his lips already longing to renew contact with her kiss-swollen ones.

When Walt's last layers had been dealt with, Vic's eyes focused hungrily on the rock hard erection that had been hiding within. Seemingly fascinated, she ran one soft hand from base to tip and back down again, grasping his length experimentally as she knelt between his legs. Walt released a choked gasp, reaching down to clamp his hand around Vic's wrist and pull her back up his body. She pitched forward, landing splayed over his chest with their bare torsos pressing together.

"This won't last very long if you keep doing that."

"I want to make you feel good. As good as you made me feel."

Walt stretched beneath her, pressing his full and throbbing arousal into the tantalizing indent where Vic's hip met her thigh. "No need to hurry. We've got all night."

She wriggled, rubbing against him in kind as she braced her hands atop his pectoral muscles and moved her face toward his. "Hmm. I like the sound of that…"

Then it was on again, the touching, the twining of limbs, the delicious battle of lips and tongues that fused together and then wandered off to investigate unexplored terrain. They engaged in a sensual tussle for dominance which Walt eventually won, pinning Vic to the mattress with his weight even as one of her legs twisted around his hip to bring him closer.

Walt was lightheaded with desire as he took in Vic's shining eyes and golden hair fanned out beneath her, wondering how they'd managed to finally arrive here together. In a sudden moment of clarity he decided to stop wondering and start living, and he knew just where he wanted to begin. Brushing one thumb over Vic's cheek, he kissed her softly and leaned in to speak against the shell of her ear.

"Vic. I'm yours, too."

Returning the gesture, her fingers brushed over his temple near the hairline. "Yeah?"

He nodded, telling her all he could without words.

Vic smiled, equal measures of devotion and mischief dancing behind her gaze. "Okay. Prove it."

Blinking slowly, Walt barely missed a beat. He aligned the head of his cock with the slick and welcoming entrance to the pleasures that awaited, taking an agonizing moment to tease up and down the line of Vic's heated center.

His lips feathered against hers. "How do you want me?"

She whimpered, tightening the grip of her thighs around his waist and trying to draw him in. "For now? Just like this."

Giving in at last, Walt slid himself home. With one steady push forward he was fully embedded, overwhelmed by the sensation of her scorching hot silky inner walls squeezing around him. Vic made an unintelligible sound of ecstasy, rolling her hips and digging the fingernails of one hand into the small of his back. Walt flexed into her, watching Vic's face as her parted lips formed a wordless "O" and her neck arched with abandon.

Everything fit together so perfectly, it was easy to find a rhythm that worked for both of them. After a few minutes of deep, slow thrusts Vic begged him to go harder, so he propped his forearms on either side of her head on the bed and leveraged his weight to grind and plunge with rapid and exalted focus. They exchanged a couple brief kisses, but their movements were too intense to maintain the contact.

Walt knew this wasn't going to last long, not with the skyrocketing state of arousal he was experiencing. It was almost a relief when Vic started issuing breathless high-pitched cries, bucking against him and digging a heel into the flesh of his left buttock to hold him in hard as she pulsed and clenched around him. Vic moaning his name before sinking her teeth into the muscle where Walt's neck met his shoulder was the last straw, and he released a hoarse shout of his own and bore down to plant himself deep inside as he joined her in the savage throes of climax.

They collapsed together, tangled, sweaty, messy, and completely satisfied. Walt's face was buried in the side of Vic's neck, and he shivered with gratification at the feeling of her fingers playing with the hair behind his ear. One of his arms had ended up buried beneath her as he clutched her against him at the height of their shared release, and his lower body was still resting in the cradle of her thighs.

Shifting slightly, accompanied by a displeased noise from his somewhat insensible partner, Walt gently pulled their fused bodies apart just enough to rearrange them into a more comfortable reclined position. He reached down to the foot of the bed and pulled the extra blanket up over both of them, not caring when this action dislodged Vic's forgotten pajamas and caused them to flutter to the floor.

Pulling Vic into him as he took up a position on his back, Walt smiled at her slack and shattered facial expression. She seemed to sense the attention, eyes fluttering open to meet his own. Snuggling closer, she placed one arm across his stomach and briefly kissed the skin of his shoulder.

"Hey," she offered in a pleased tone of voice.

"Hey." He allowed himself the new and exciting luxury of running his fingertips along the line of her ribcage.

Vic exhaled slowly and slumped against him, like a cat stretching out for a nap. "How are you feeling?"

He had to think about that one for a few quiet moments. "Like a new man."

She chose to interpret that potentially loaded statement with a dose of levity. "Does this new man know how to cook? Because I will need some epic breakfast after the long night of earth-shattering hot sex we're gonna have."

Walt gave a low, almost intoxicated sounding laugh. "He cooks the best pancakes in town, just like the old version. Might need more than a short stack, though, if you've got big plans."

Kissing his jaw, his chin, and finally his lips, Vic leveled him with a provocative gaze. "Oh I've got plans, alright. And the stack I'm interested in definitely isn't short."

Her hand wandered, and a new spark flared between them. Falling into yet another probing kiss Walt was sure of two things— he could definitely take the heat, and it was going to be a long while before he ever made it to the kitchen.


That's it! Sorry so many of my stories seem to contain pancake jokes, but at least it's better than the dream I had last night about Walt wearing Jorts (generally unflattering jean shorts, for those not 'in the know'). Really dream Walt? Jorts? I think I need professional help. LOL

Anyway, drop me a line and let me know how you liked this. I had a lot of fun writing it!