Her brief, low moan, muffled by his shoulder, didn’t bring any justice to the climax that had just shaken through her. She felt herself growing weak, and her inner muscle pulsating madly to make the sudden chaos of sensations subside, but with little success. Another orgasm like that, and she’d be needing a couple of days to get back to her feet – it had left a dull feeling in her womb, one of longing that she couldn’t stifle even as she rode the last waves of pleasure. The other didn’t fail to notice her peaking, and pulled back just a little, forcing her to look at him as he grinned smugly.
“My, my. Already? Should old Delvin feel proud, or are you just that sensitive?” He hadn’t stopped, just kept torturing her with his touch, but his other hand had slipped to the front of her shirt, fingers teasingly circling around her nipples through the fabric. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out from her, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and leaving her empty. Some place inside Viatrix tightened with lust; her eyes looked darkened as she watched him savor her climax, and she briskly wiggled out of her pants, panting heavily.
“Just fuck me already”, she purred, and the crass way she spoke would’ve clashed against the sweet smile she gave him, if it wasn’t for the predatory undertone all of her actions had taken. Her head was spinning, her whole body felt weak. The only thing she cared for was the ache between her legs.
“No, I think I’m goin’ to take it slowly from here…” He pushed her with her back against the mattress, unlacing the rugged strips that held her shirt closed, then bared her breasts to the night air, slightly cold even in that closed place. “See if you’re always the silent kind. I like those, you know? Makes it even more fun when they end up screamin’ my name…” He was stroking her nipples now, purposefully ignoring the way she was spreading her legs for him. That damn little… she frowned at him, nearly gasping in need.
“Careful, now, you’re sounding like a serial killer…” She tried her best to sound more displeased than aroused, but she was well past acting by now, and the growl that came out betrayed more than she cared to let him see. “And since I’m at your mercy…”
“What? You offend me, miss. I’m nothin’ but a gentleman…” They glanced at each other, and burst out chuckling at the same time. Viatrix, actually, was still laughing, her eyes closed, when she felt the straps around her hips being pulled and his mouth suddenly pressing against her bare sex, lips brushing against its entirety before his tongue came out to dive between her lips. The unexpected pleasure tore her breath away, and heft her with her eyes wide open, fingers clenching around the sheets as she rolled her hips to meet his mouth. So good… Even the way his stubble scratched against her sensitive flesh was somehow amazing. She soon lost count of the minutes, only focusing on her own body and on the way his hands periodically shifted from grasping at her hips, to groping her ass, and up again to pull gently at her breasts.
It was almost entrancing, so different from the maddening pleasure his fingers inside of her had given her a little before. The little licks, his lips sealing now and then around her clit to suck vigorously, the way she could feel his chin pressing against her entrance and growing slick and wet with her arousal… Viatrix decided that, given the chance, she could take that all night long.
Eventually, he pulled back from her, breathing heavily as he glanced up at her face. Was he looking a little disappointed, or was that the alcohol clouding her judgment? “I may be getting’ a little rusty in this department…” The look on his face at that admission was priceless, and she smiled at him, gesturing seductively to come up to her while one of her own hands covered his, delving then further to tease at her breast. But of course. He wanted to make her come again. How sweet of him!
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timeasmymeasure
Mead, thievery, and other social lubricants. [part 2.4]
Date: 2013-01-11 05:08 pm (UTC)“My, my. Already? Should old Delvin feel proud, or are you just that sensitive?” He hadn’t stopped, just kept torturing her with his touch, but his other hand had slipped to the front of her shirt, fingers teasingly circling around her nipples through the fabric. Then, all of a sudden, he pulled out from her, bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth and leaving her empty. Some place inside Viatrix tightened with lust; her eyes looked darkened as she watched him savor her climax, and she briskly wiggled out of her pants, panting heavily.
“Just fuck me already”, she purred, and the crass way she spoke would’ve clashed against the sweet smile she gave him, if it wasn’t for the predatory undertone all of her actions had taken. Her head was spinning, her whole body felt weak. The only thing she cared for was the ache between her legs.
“No, I think I’m goin’ to take it slowly from here…” He pushed her with her back against the mattress, unlacing the rugged strips that held her shirt closed, then bared her breasts to the night air, slightly cold even in that closed place. “See if you’re always the silent kind. I like those, you know? Makes it even more fun when they end up screamin’ my name…” He was stroking her nipples now, purposefully ignoring the way she was spreading her legs for him. That damn little… she frowned at him, nearly gasping in need.
“Careful, now, you’re sounding like a serial killer…” She tried her best to sound more displeased than aroused, but she was well past acting by now, and the growl that came out betrayed more than she cared to let him see. “And since I’m at your mercy…”
“What? You offend me, miss. I’m nothin’ but a gentleman…” They glanced at each other, and burst out chuckling at the same time. Viatrix, actually, was still laughing, her eyes closed, when she felt the straps around her hips being pulled and his mouth suddenly pressing against her bare sex, lips brushing against its entirety before his tongue came out to dive between her lips. The unexpected pleasure tore her breath away, and heft her with her eyes wide open, fingers clenching around the sheets as she rolled her hips to meet his mouth. So good… Even the way his stubble scratched against her sensitive flesh was somehow amazing. She soon lost count of the minutes, only focusing on her own body and on the way his hands periodically shifted from grasping at her hips, to groping her ass, and up again to pull gently at her breasts.
It was almost entrancing, so different from the maddening pleasure his fingers inside of her had given her a little before. The little licks, his lips sealing now and then around her clit to suck vigorously, the way she could feel his chin pressing against her entrance and growing slick and wet with her arousal… Viatrix decided that, given the chance, she could take that all night long.
Eventually, he pulled back from her, breathing heavily as he glanced up at her face. Was he looking a little disappointed, or was that the alcohol clouding her judgment? “I may be getting’ a little rusty in this department…” The look on his face at that admission was priceless, and she smiled at him, gesturing seductively to come up to her while one of her own hands covered his, delving then further to tease at her breast. But of course. He wanted to make her come again. How sweet of him!