The silence lasted so long, he wondered if she had left or if she had even been there to begin with. Then he had to jump back when the door opened and Phoebe slipped in. She wrapped her arms around him, kissing him before he could speak. Cicero growled against her lips as he pulled her to his bed. He would need no light for this particular activity!
“Cicero, Cicero, wait, please,” she pleaded as he pressed her against the bed.
“Why?” he asked, backing off. He wished he could see her face. He wished he had asked before instead of waiting for now. Cicero wasn’t certain how much more disappointment he could take now. He would honor her wishes, but gods he was going to know why at least.
“I’m,” she sighed, “I’m a virgin.”
Cicero had to laugh at that. He didn’t care how loud he was. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t laughed madly before. No one would think it odd if they heard him.
Of course she was a virgin. It certainly explained her awkwardness at times and her nativity. “What then?” Cicero asked bitterly. “Are you waiting to be bound to someone before Mara? Waiting to find your true love?” He knew his voice was higher pitched than normal, but Cicero was so tired, so frustrated, so weary of being fate’s chew toy.
“No,” she said gently. “I just choose to not have sex.” Her hands were on his tunic, untying it. His motley fell open and he could feel her hands touching him, tracing along his chest, down his ribs, resting on his pants. “But there are other options for pleasure. If you want.”
“Yes! Cicero has wanted for so long!” Cicero grabbed her and crushed her to him, ignoring the pinching of the buckles on her armor. He kissed her hard, probably bruising her, but not caring. She wasn’t protesting and the only sounds he heard were closer to purring than anything else.
His hands flew over her shrouded armor, pulling it off as soon as the buckles came loose. It fell to the floor with barely a rattle. Once bare-chested, Phoebe wrapped her hands in his hair, pulled him close as she kissed him. She was all tongue, licking and tasting him. She sighed against his mouth as he touched her breasts, marveling at the firmness and enjoying how perfectly they fit his hands. Cicero ran his thumbs over her nipples, already hard from the cool air.
Reluctantly, he moved further down, unbuckling her pants. Instead of pushing them down, he dipped his hand under the cloth to touch her sex. She was already soaking wet! Cicero cried against the nape of her neck when she returned the favor by grabbing his erection and stroking it through the motley cloth.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured, clearly pleased at his current condition. She kissed him again and this time they were tumbling onto his bed.
Cicero rolled so he was on top of Phoebe, grinding against her so she could feel his length against her. Her little cries of pleasure drove him wilder. Her legs wrapped around him, thrusting back. Her hands were busy pulling off his top, but Cicero was amused she didn’t touch his cap.
Their hands were a flurry, running over each other, pushing offending cloth and leather aside for better access to hidden flesh. Kisses and bites were rained shortly after. Hands in hair, pulling and nudging as needed.
“Gods, I think this is the warmest I’ve been since I’ve come to Skyrim,” Phoebe sighed. Cicero could feel how flushed her skin was and had to agree.
“If Cicero had known, he would have suggested this weeks ago,” he chuckled.
“I want to taste you,” she declared suddenly. Cicero was pushed onto his back and she was straddling him, rubbing against him hard as she kissed him. She trailed down his neck and lingered at his chest, kissing his collar bone before moving further.
Then his pants were pooled around his ankles and her lips on his cock. Cicero almost forgot how to breathe she felt so good wrapped around him. She may have never had a man in her, but Phoebe knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Her hands were on his hips, stroking up and down while she alternated between tonguing his tip and sucking on it. Then she took him fully into her mouth, moving up and down rapidly making slurping sounds eagerly.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
The Joy of Touch 8/?
Date: 2013-02-24 04:42 pm (UTC)“Cicero, Cicero, wait, please,” she pleaded as he pressed her against the bed.
“Why?” he asked, backing off. He wished he could see her face. He wished he had asked before instead of waiting for now. Cicero wasn’t certain how much more disappointment he could take now. He would honor her wishes, but gods he was going to know why at least.
“I’m,” she sighed, “I’m a virgin.”
Cicero had to laugh at that. He didn’t care how loud he was. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t laughed madly before. No one would think it odd if they heard him.
Of course she was a virgin. It certainly explained her awkwardness at times and her nativity. “What then?” Cicero asked bitterly. “Are you waiting to be bound to someone before Mara? Waiting to find your true love?” He knew his voice was higher pitched than normal, but Cicero was so tired, so frustrated, so weary of being fate’s chew toy.
“No,” she said gently. “I just choose to not have sex.” Her hands were on his tunic, untying it. His motley fell open and he could feel her hands touching him, tracing along his chest, down his ribs, resting on his pants. “But there are other options for pleasure. If you want.”
“Yes! Cicero has wanted for so long!” Cicero grabbed her and crushed her to him, ignoring the pinching of the buckles on her armor. He kissed her hard, probably bruising her, but not caring. She wasn’t protesting and the only sounds he heard were closer to purring than anything else.
His hands flew over her shrouded armor, pulling it off as soon as the buckles came loose. It fell to the floor with barely a rattle. Once bare-chested, Phoebe wrapped her hands in his hair, pulled him close as she kissed him. She was all tongue, licking and tasting him. She sighed against his mouth as he touched her breasts, marveling at the firmness and enjoying how perfectly they fit his hands. Cicero ran his thumbs over her nipples, already hard from the cool air.
Reluctantly, he moved further down, unbuckling her pants. Instead of pushing them down, he dipped his hand under the cloth to touch her sex. She was already soaking wet! Cicero cried against the nape of her neck when she returned the favor by grabbing his erection and stroking it through the motley cloth.
“You’re so hard,” she murmured, clearly pleased at his current condition. She kissed him again and this time they were tumbling onto his bed.
Cicero rolled so he was on top of Phoebe, grinding against her so she could feel his length against her. Her little cries of pleasure drove him wilder. Her legs wrapped around him, thrusting back. Her hands were busy pulling off his top, but Cicero was amused she didn’t touch his cap.
Their hands were a flurry, running over each other, pushing offending cloth and leather aside for better access to hidden flesh. Kisses and bites were rained shortly after. Hands in hair, pulling and nudging as needed.
“Gods, I think this is the warmest I’ve been since I’ve come to Skyrim,” Phoebe sighed. Cicero could feel how flushed her skin was and had to agree.
“If Cicero had known, he would have suggested this weeks ago,” he chuckled.
“I want to taste you,” she declared suddenly. Cicero was pushed onto his back and she was straddling him, rubbing against him hard as she kissed him. She trailed down his neck and lingered at his chest, kissing his collar bone before moving further.
Then his pants were pooled around his ankles and her lips on his cock. Cicero almost forgot how to breathe she felt so good wrapped around him. She may have never had a man in her, but Phoebe knew what she wanted and how to get it.
Her hands were on his hips, stroking up and down while she alternated between tonguing his tip and sucking on it. Then she took him fully into her mouth, moving up and down rapidly making slurping sounds eagerly.