For All to See 3/4

Date: 2012-09-14 01:16 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
His own resistance was crumbling, and closing his eyes, Hemming slid a finger inside of her. One, just one to start, but he nearly blacked out at the sensation, her beautiful tightness gripping his digit, enveloping him in her warm, wet depths. It was overwhelming, and made him aware of just how much he'd missed her while she was absent from Riften.

"Ah, it's been too long since I felt you." Hemming muttered. "So splendidly wet for me."

"I missed you," She breathed, "every bit of you, but especially your cock."

"It missed you." He answered swiftly. The part of him in question was making how much itself very aware, already thickening in his trousers, pressing into her thigh. "I promise you'll be reunited soon."

Sliding a second finger into her, Hemming felt stiffen ever so slightly at first, but she let him in and he moved in slow, careful strokes to get her used to it. In his ear, her breathing was becoming labored and heavy, and Hemming could feel himself sweating, running down his body as he stood close ever so close to Zee. No one was paying them any mind, and emboldened, he increased the speed of his fingers, strumming her pearl with a brush of his thumb as he did. Her only reply was a shaky sigh as he let his fingers dip in and out, tracing her petals with her own slick.

Invisible muscles clenched at his fingers, pulsing around them as he worked. Zee moaned into his shoulder, the sound audible to his ears only, as if it were just for him. He had to resist the urge to loosen his own trousers in the middle of the market - tempting as the thought was. He kept pushing in and out, his hand moving faster, teasing at first, then thrusting, hard and fast, the speed of his drenched hand in direct correlation with his own desires.

The rest of the market could have been doing anything, swallowed whole into the ground and neither of them would have noticed. It was only the two of them now, the glide of his fingers in and out of her sheath, the subtle grind of her hips working against him. He felt her begin to shake, the movement so powerful he thought she might disrupt his fingers from their work, and it took a few seconds before realization dawned on him. Zee was going to climax, the tremors in place of her usual throaty moans as she fought to keep herself silent.

Mostly, she succeeded. Hemming was unsure of how loud they were, he could hear himself panting and groaning with perfect clarity, but the usual noise of the square - Balimund hammering at his forge, the merchants touting the properties of their goods, seemed distant in comparison. Zee could have either shouted or whispered his name, but he suspected it was the latter, since he seemed to be the only one to hear it.

When he withdrew his fingers from under her skirt, Hemming stuck them in his mouth. Normally, he might have presented them to her to lick clean, but he wanted to taste her, even if he couldn't indulge his wish to dive under her skirt and seek out her nectar at the source. The milky, musky taste of her had barely registered to his palate before he found himself being forcibly pulled away from the market.

Tough fingers dug into the soft muscles of his upper arms and it took a moment before he realized it was Zee that was steering him away. She was guiding him towards the underside of the city, leading him down the rickety wooden steps that brought them closer to the dank canal. The earthy scents of fish and dirty water mingled in the air around them, but Zee took no notice.
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