He was about to say that this was all the reward he needed when she swiftly slid herself down his body, letting the sensitive tip of his cock feel the brush of her skin before she blew on it. His hips jerked, he felt something other than her hands touch the sensitive skin of his member and looked down to see her slipping one of the ties of his breeches around the base of his cock before. He could feel the pressure of the tightened loop as she knotted it. “What are you doing?” he mumbled, confused, still dazed that this wonderful thing was happening to him, and utterly impatient to see it through to the finish.
“Making it last.”
He had no idea what she meant. And suddenly it was the most inconsequential thing in the world when her hot mouth came down on him and she sucked him hard into her wet depths. Erandur could not help it. He screamed, a hoarse and shattered cry that echoed in the stillness of the twilight. Later, he would realise it was her name she screamed, that and Mara’s, but at the moment, it only registered in the way he gasped, the stretch of his neck as he writhed against the bedroll, head pressed back against the coarse fur of the pallet, his mouth parted as he moaned, deep and guttural as her tongue rubbed up and down the aching column of his flesh. He felt so hot, so swollen, so undone and when her tongue probed the sensitive groove that crowned the engorged head of his cock, he arched up off the ground, stomach muscles clenching as he slipped his hands into her hair, clumsily trying to push her further down onto him.
Meeting the knowing look in her blue eyes felt every bit as intimate as her mouth around his erection, as watching her watch him as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly at first before she gave in to the urgent pressure of his hands and sped up the strokes of her mouth, her tongue stroking a wet path together with her lips that drove him wild. Aesa had to lean up and press her forearms on his thighs to keep him in place as he eventually fell back on the pallet, his hips jerking and thrusting in an age old rhythm that his body knew ought to ease the unbearable throbbing building up in his pelvis, sooth the trembling strain of his thighs and the quivering of his lower belly. He felt consumed by Aesa, by the pleasure-pain that was tying him into knots and stretching him until he thought he would break.
“Please,” he moaned and cried out when she sucked harder. “Oh gods, please Aesa. Now… ugghh...I need to…”
She hummed around his cock and he could have wept as he felt a fierce surge of pleasure that stopped before it could trigger a climax. Yet, when she rose up and pressed her mouth against him so that he could taste himself on her lips, he almost shoved her back down so that she could continue. His hands grasped her hips tightly but she resisted his efforts to pull her down on top of him.
“Tell me what you want.” Gentle fingers stroked his light beard, up to his temples and caressed the pointed tips and delicate creases of his ears, making him shiver with delight.
“I want you.”
“Not good enough.” She licked his ear and he gasped, felt another fierce surge at the base of his cock. The loop around it felt almost too tight and a steady ache, almost akin to pain was beginning to spread from his loins. “Tell me what you really want.”
“I want to fuck you.” Erandur could not believe the ragged voice that was saying such crude things was his. But he was desperate enough not to stop. “I want to ride you into this pallet. I want to make love to you until we both can’t move and then I want to fuck you all over again against the snow, against those boulders, in the stream we passed. I wanted you when I first saw you—”
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Re: What Dreams May Come 6/
Date: 2013-01-28 06:51 pm (UTC)“Making it last.”
He had no idea what she meant. And suddenly it was the most inconsequential thing in the world when her hot mouth came down on him and she sucked him hard into her wet depths. Erandur could not help it. He screamed, a hoarse and shattered cry that echoed in the stillness of the twilight. Later, he would realise it was her name she screamed, that and Mara’s, but at the moment, it only registered in the way he gasped, the stretch of his neck as he writhed against the bedroll, head pressed back against the coarse fur of the pallet, his mouth parted as he moaned, deep and guttural as her tongue rubbed up and down the aching column of his flesh. He felt so hot, so swollen, so undone and when her tongue probed the sensitive groove that crowned the engorged head of his cock, he arched up off the ground, stomach muscles clenching as he slipped his hands into her hair, clumsily trying to push her further down onto him.
Meeting the knowing look in her blue eyes felt every bit as intimate as her mouth around his erection, as watching her watch him as she bobbed her head up and down, slowly at first before she gave in to the urgent pressure of his hands and sped up the strokes of her mouth, her tongue stroking a wet path together with her lips that drove him wild. Aesa had to lean up and press her forearms on his thighs to keep him in place as he eventually fell back on the pallet, his hips jerking and thrusting in an age old rhythm that his body knew ought to ease the unbearable throbbing building up in his pelvis, sooth the trembling strain of his thighs and the quivering of his lower belly. He felt consumed by Aesa, by the pleasure-pain that was tying him into knots and stretching him until he thought he would break.
“Please,” he moaned and cried out when she sucked harder. “Oh gods, please Aesa. Now… ugghh...I need to…”
She hummed around his cock and he could have wept as he felt a fierce surge of pleasure that stopped before it could trigger a climax. Yet, when she rose up and pressed her mouth against him so that he could taste himself on her lips, he almost shoved her back down so that she could continue. His hands grasped her hips tightly but she resisted his efforts to pull her down on top of him.
“Tell me what you want.” Gentle fingers stroked his light beard, up to his temples and caressed the pointed tips and delicate creases of his ears, making him shiver with delight.
“I want you.”
“Not good enough.” She licked his ear and he gasped, felt another fierce surge at the base of his cock. The loop around it felt almost too tight and a steady ache, almost akin to pain was beginning to spread from his loins. “Tell me what you really want.”
“I want to fuck you.” Erandur could not believe the ragged voice that was saying such crude things was his. But he was desperate enough not to stop. “I want to ride you into this pallet. I want to make love to you until we both can’t move and then I want to fuck you all over again against the snow, against those boulders, in the stream we passed. I wanted you when I first saw you—”