I Am Sher-locked

19. Crazy about You

"Make love to me...", she blurted out, her lips were trembling against his. 

"Is this what you need?", Sherlock whispered, his hot breath caressed her lips. 

She opened her light green eyes and stared at him, panting by the passion. "I need you...", she muttered. "Right now..."

"Where? We can't go back upstairs...", he softly kissed the corner of her mouth and she shivered. 

"Mrs. Hudson's car is here...", Irene breathed. "Grab the keys and let's go..."

"Guess what...", he smirked. "I already have the keys."

"How come?", she frowned momentarily. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Let's go...", she smiled and they walked to the car, hand in hand. 

They got in the car, Sherlock in the driver's seat, and drove off. Irene's excitement was evident in her face. The lust pooled between her legs only at the thought of being alone with Sherlock. 

"Where to?", he asked, placing one hand on her thigh, the other one around the wheel. 

"Anywhere...", she replied vaguely. Her entire body shivered by his touch. She entwined her fingers with his, squeezing his hand softly. The anticipation was so high. "I want you so much right now...", she admitted, her voice raspy and low. "Just pull over somewhere..."

Sherlock was already breathing fast, his fingers clenched around hers. The main street was crowded but he knew exactly where to go. After five blocks he turned right and they found themselves in the most deserted street of London. There were no shops there. Nobody was walking there. As soon as Sherlock turned off the car engine, Irene slipped into his arms, riding him.

Immediately their lips joined passionately. Irene's dress had slipped up and her lace lingerie was visible. Sherlock's hands were wrapped around her, his fingers elaborately pulling down the zipper of her dress. She let out a deep groan as he pulled the dress over her head and she remained half-naked in his arms. 

He literally devoured her skin, kissing and licking it with pleasure. Her fingers tangled with his curly hair and her head turned back, enjoying his kisses.

"You smell so devine...", he murmured against her skin, kissing her shoulder, her collar bone, her neck. 

She was trembling by desire, her skin shivered. He removed her bra and tossed it aside. The moment his lips locked around one of her nipples she let out a lustful moan. "Ah.. Sherlock..."

Sherlock gently sucked on her nipple, caressing her back smoothly. She could feel the bulge in his pants hardening and she moaned pleasurably. Her hands slid between their bodies and with dexterous fingers she pulled the shirt over him and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down together with his boxers. His perfect length was finally free and harder than ever before. 

The moment she touched him, he inhaled sharply and pulled back. "Wait...", he breathed, looking at her. 

"What is it?", she breathlessly stared at him with anticipation. 

Sherlock blindly searched for the handle underneath the seat and adjusted the back of the seat so she could be more comfortable.

"You're so thoughtful, baby...", she smiled, kissing his lips softly. 

"Are you alright now?", he whispered against her lips, running his hands up and down her back gently. 

Her bare breasts rubbed against his naked chest and a shiver ran through her entire body. She trailed his cheekbones with lots of featherlight kisses and nodded softly. 

"I'm fine...", she murmured. 

Sherlock kissed her deeply, cupping her bum with both hands. He pushed her lace panties aside and gently ran his fingers along her soaking wet folds. A shuddering moan escaped her throat as they kissed more passionately. Sherlock pressed his finger against her sweet spot but gently and she moaned again, this time breaking their kiss. 

"Make me yours...", she almost begged and that was something new. She never begged. Never. 

"You're mine...", his blue eyes seemed darker now. The passion overtook him and with one swift motion he gently entered her core. 

"Oh, fuck...", she groaned and lowered her body so he could fill her deeply. 

Sex in a car is the most uncomfortable but Sherlock had the power and he knew exactly how to roll Irene's body so that she was under him. The surprise in her light green eyes was visible but she also seemed to enjoy it. At last a man had managed to take the reins from her hands. Fortunately for both of them she was thin and petite. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him as he kissed her mouth with such despair and passion that it shocked Irene.

His thrusts were gentle and careful, not to hurt her but she needed more and with each thrust she moaned even more lustfully. 

"Tell me that you love me...", she almost whimpered, holding his face in her hands. Another slow thrust. 

Sherlock looked her in the eye, cupping her cheek with one hand. The other hand was holding all of his weight. His breath was quick and uneven. He thrusted deeply inside her. 

"I love you....", he let out a short moan and captured her lips in a heated kiss. 

"Ahhh...", she groaned as a wave of pure pleasure washed over her body and the kiss broke. She was trembling, her fingernails lightly scratched his sharp cheekbones. "Harder... Harder.... Please...."

Sherlock obediently quickened the pace of his thrusts until his own orgasm started building up. He slowed down a little bit, not wanting to cum before her and that drove her crazy even more. She was so wet. Her body craved for him. 

"Oh, God...", she closed her eyes. Her heart was pounding so hard inside her chest. 

Sherlock shut her mouth with a kiss and their moans drowned. Their breaths huffed and it was... oh... so magical. They couldn't hold back any longer and eventually they shared one mutual, earth-shattering and mind-blowing orgasm. He collapsed on her and she held him in her arms, both out of breath. 

She was feeling lightheaded and happy. Her heart just couldn't stop beating fast and it was not cause of the sex. It was her love for him. 

A few minutes passed and when their breath rating returned to normal Sherlock pulled away, freeing her from his weight. He moved to the other seat and pulled her softly in his arms, her petite body and light weight was not a problem for him. He tenderly wrapped his arms around her protectively, kissing her forehead repeatedly.

Her smile was content. "Sherlock...?", her raspy voice broke the comfortable silence. 

Sherlock looked down at her, his expression was calm and his smile happy. "Mhm?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I can't wait to marry you...", she chuckled softly, biting her bottom lip. 

"You're already Mrs. Holmes for me", he leaned down and nibbled her lips softly.

"Sounds nice", she smiled warmly. "Is John going to be our best man?"

"Yes, unless you don't feel comfortable with."

"On the contrary", the corners of her mouth curled up. "You know I like him."

"He likes you too", Sherlock mirrored her smile and tightened the grip around her body. He kissed her lips softly. 

"I love you...", she murmured against his lips and kissed him. 

She was exactly where she wanted to be and she was about to get married with the love of her life. 

What could possibly go wrong...?