Re: Wreck It Ralph Spoilers Ahead! - "Joystick" [4/?]
anonymous
November 15 2012, 07:07:56 UTC
Groping blindly behind her eventually yielded a bottle with frosted plastic and a blue cap. Clear viscous fluid dripped onto her open palm, and once a satisfactory amount pooled there, she rubbed her hands together.
“It’s a little cold,” she explained.
After a few seconds, she placed one hand on the end of the toy protruding from her harness and smeared the liquid along its length. As she administered the same treatment to Felix’s skin, she bent forward and kissed him sweetly.
“Ready?”
He nodded without a word and shut his eyes.
Tamora kissed his cheek and returned to her original posture, then slowly pressed forward.
Felix sucked in a breath. Rubbing the lubrication on her hands hadn’t done much. It was still cold, but… at least it was smooth. Relaxing only slightly, he held out a hand for Tamora to grab. She took it and entwined their fingers, clasping their hands palm to palm.
“Tell me when you feel it,” she said, thrusting her hips forward.
“Feel wha-”
Felix’s eyes snapped open, and his mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ of surprise. Whatever that was, it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. It felt… good- no, great. Just like any other intimate touch, but… different. His nerves tingled, sending little spikes of pleasure up his spine, and he shivered. The base of the harness pressed up against the back of his legs, and with the toy’s length inside him, there a very bizarre sensation of fullness. It was the only word he could really use to describe the feeling, and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Something even felt… wrong about it all, but instead of deterring him, it only excited him.
“Oh, Tammy,” he breathed, stunned. “I didn’t… oh, jiminy- I had no idea this was what it was supposed to feel like.”
“Thought you might like it.”
She pulled out and pushed back in, burying it in full. A happy groan slipped past Felix’s lips this time, earning a surprised quirk of Tamora’s brow.
“Just like that,” said Felix, in the middle of hastily removing his gloves. “But… faster?”
Right away she complied, her grin reaching from ear to ear. “Yes, sir.”
Oh good gracious.
Sir.
After he managed to get his gloves off, Felix grasped his wife’s outstretched palm once more. Skin on skin was so much better, even for something as simple as hand-holding, and a comforting squeeze was enough to make his little heart flutter.
“You gonna take care of that, soldier?”
Tamora gestured at Felix’s erection, which lay flat against his stomach. Felix winced, noticing an unfortunate wet spot on his work shirt near the head. The rush of pleasure had been so distracting, even this slipped his mind.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, gripping himself firmly in his hand.
Getting a good handjob was nice enough, but nobody knew all his little sweet spots quite like he did.
Ever since their relationship became sexual, and their time together increased, almost all solo activities disappeared. Not for lack of interest, but they did become second fiddle to giving each other satisfaction. Besides, Felix reasoned, there were few things now that got him as hot and bothered as making Tamora hot and bothered. When he could tip her over the edge and hear her cry out his name… that was the best part of his night. He almost laughed at how much had changed in such a relatively short amount of time.
Re: Wreck It Ralph Spoilers Ahead! - "Joystick" [5/?]
anonymous
November 15 2012, 07:10:19 UTC
Tamora kissed his nose and resumed her pace. Quiet gasping breaths were just barely audible, and her breath was hot on their skin. Their clasped hands had let go of each other by now, and instead were roaming over whatever they could reach. Felix settled for stroking her muscular thigh, while Tamora pushed his legs further apart and pulled him closer to her. That sudden pull, coupled with a particularly enthusiastic thrust, nearly knocked the wind out of him.
“Sorry,” he heard Tamora say softly.
Her eyelids were heavy and her thighs were beginning to tremble. Normally an image of iron will and strength, Tamora looked enticingly vulnerable. Her cheeks were a deep pink, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and every so often a low moan would bubble up from her throat. Felix wanted to curl forward and kiss her very badly, but there was no way he could meet her mouth from his position.
“Tamora,” he panted. “I think I… ahh- oh-”
Her thrusts came to a halt, the base of the strap-on hard pressed against his backside. Felix drew a few deep breaths during the respite, wondering how much longer he was going to last. Every slick movement, in and out, faster, slower… it hit that bundle of nerves inside him and pushed him closer to the edge, each push a little stronger than the next. Now that the thickest part of the toy’s shaft was stuck next to that sweet spot, Felix felt slightly dizzy. The muscles in his abdomen tightened threateningly, the contraction sending another dangerous surge of pleasure through his core.
Without warning, Tamora withdrew in full, leaving Felix feeling oddly empty. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a finger placed over his lips.
“Turn around,” was all Tamora said. Her brow glistened with beads of sweat, and her hair was tousled.
Felix complied, though a bit confused, and as soon as he had his back to her, Tamora had the strap-on back inside him. It struck that tender spot in a completely different way this time, causing him to let out a lusty moan. He couldn’t even protest as Tamora lifted him up to rest his back against her chest. His weight forced her further inside him, and he clenched his jaw. That was about as far as he could go.
Her hands were on him in a flash, pumping up and down, squeezing, twisting, tugging- sweet sugarcane, she was impatient. Felix hooked his now unoccupied arm around the back of her neck and turned his head as far as he could, hoping to get one last kiss. Warm lips pressed against his reddened cheek and forehead, and he leaned into her touch.
“I love you,” he repeated, though his voice was barely a whisper.
“I love you, too,” Tamora replied, just as breathless.
Re: Wreck It Ralph Spoilers Ahead! - "Joystick" [6/6]
anonymous
November 15 2012, 07:11:16 UTC
Another sudden thrust, and Felix’s vision went white. Now that was a finishing move. He put a hand to his forehead and blinked multiple times, trying to clear his hazy view. All he could see was Tamora’s tight fist clamped down on him, covered in sticky white. Droplets made it to his work shirt as well, and he groaned, not looking forward to removing the incriminating stains.
Again he was lifted up and off of her, then set down on his side. Tamora lay down across from him, an exhausted smile on her face. She reached out to ruffle his hair, then let her arm fall limply to the bed. Felix chuckled and placed her arm over his shoulders instead, tucking himself into a loose embrace.
“Golly. Is… is that what it feels like… for you?” he asked her once his heart stopped racing. Though he always tried to be an attentive lover, his actual experience with the other side of things was very limited until now.
“More or less,” she replied, lazily glancing at her messy hand.
“Here,” said Felix, unbuttoning his work shirt. “I’ll be washing it, anyway.”
It worked well enough, and she kissed him in thanks. Felix nudged his head under her chin, nuzzling his face into her neck. A rapid heartbeat pulsed against his cheek as they lay there, soaking up the silence.
“Learning all sorts of things about yourself, huh,” said Tamora, curling her other arm around his back.
“Mmhm,” mumbled Felix. His arms couldn’t reach as far as hers, but he did drape them over her sides to hold her tight.
“Maybe I should come up with something else.”
Felix laughed nervously. “Let’s not get too carried away, now, honeybear-”
“I’m kidding,” she teased, lightly rapping her knuckles on top of Felix’s head. “So. Think we should keep this?”
Felix pulled away just far enough to peer down at the harness. Right away he wanted to say ‘absolutely,’ but somehow, sounding too excited about it felt like an invite for a week’s worth of teasing and ‘I told you so’s. He loved his wife dearly, but her teasing was merciless, and he could only handle so much.
“I think so.”
“Mm, does that mean I can make a joke about a ‘joystick’ now?”
“It’s a little cold,” she explained.
After a few seconds, she placed one hand on the end of the toy protruding from her harness and smeared the liquid along its length. As she administered the same treatment to Felix’s skin, she bent forward and kissed him sweetly.
“Ready?”
He nodded without a word and shut his eyes.
Tamora kissed his cheek and returned to her original posture, then slowly pressed forward.
Felix sucked in a breath. Rubbing the lubrication on her hands hadn’t done much. It was still cold, but… at least it was smooth. Relaxing only slightly, he held out a hand for Tamora to grab. She took it and entwined their fingers, clasping their hands palm to palm.
“Tell me when you feel it,” she said, thrusting her hips forward.
“Feel wha-”
Felix’s eyes snapped open, and his mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ of surprise. Whatever that was, it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. It felt… good- no, great. Just like any other intimate touch, but… different. His nerves tingled, sending little spikes of pleasure up his spine, and he shivered. The base of the harness pressed up against the back of his legs, and with the toy’s length inside him, there a very bizarre sensation of fullness. It was the only word he could really use to describe the feeling, and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. Something even felt… wrong about it all, but instead of deterring him, it only excited him.
“Oh, Tammy,” he breathed, stunned. “I didn’t… oh, jiminy- I had no idea this was what it was supposed to feel like.”
“Thought you might like it.”
She pulled out and pushed back in, burying it in full. A happy groan slipped past Felix’s lips this time, earning a surprised quirk of Tamora’s brow.
“Just like that,” said Felix, in the middle of hastily removing his gloves. “But… faster?”
Right away she complied, her grin reaching from ear to ear. “Yes, sir.”
Oh good gracious.
Sir.
After he managed to get his gloves off, Felix grasped his wife’s outstretched palm once more. Skin on skin was so much better, even for something as simple as hand-holding, and a comforting squeeze was enough to make his little heart flutter.
“You gonna take care of that, soldier?”
Tamora gestured at Felix’s erection, which lay flat against his stomach. Felix winced, noticing an unfortunate wet spot on his work shirt near the head. The rush of pleasure had been so distracting, even this slipped his mind.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, gripping himself firmly in his hand.
Getting a good handjob was nice enough, but nobody knew all his little sweet spots quite like he did.
Ever since their relationship became sexual, and their time together increased, almost all solo activities disappeared. Not for lack of interest, but they did become second fiddle to giving each other satisfaction. Besides, Felix reasoned, there were few things now that got him as hot and bothered as making Tamora hot and bothered. When he could tip her over the edge and hear her cry out his name… that was the best part of his night. He almost laughed at how much had changed in such a relatively short amount of time.
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“Sorry,” he heard Tamora say softly.
Her eyelids were heavy and her thighs were beginning to tremble. Normally an image of iron will and strength, Tamora looked enticingly vulnerable. Her cheeks were a deep pink, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and every so often a low moan would bubble up from her throat. Felix wanted to curl forward and kiss her very badly, but there was no way he could meet her mouth from his position.
“Tamora,” he panted. “I think I… ahh- oh-”
Her thrusts came to a halt, the base of the strap-on hard pressed against his backside. Felix drew a few deep breaths during the respite, wondering how much longer he was going to last. Every slick movement, in and out, faster, slower… it hit that bundle of nerves inside him and pushed him closer to the edge, each push a little stronger than the next. Now that the thickest part of the toy’s shaft was stuck next to that sweet spot, Felix felt slightly dizzy. The muscles in his abdomen tightened threateningly, the contraction sending another dangerous surge of pleasure through his core.
Without warning, Tamora withdrew in full, leaving Felix feeling oddly empty. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a finger placed over his lips.
“Turn around,” was all Tamora said. Her brow glistened with beads of sweat, and her hair was tousled.
Felix complied, though a bit confused, and as soon as he had his back to her, Tamora had the strap-on back inside him. It struck that tender spot in a completely different way this time, causing him to let out a lusty moan. He couldn’t even protest as Tamora lifted him up to rest his back against her chest. His weight forced her further inside him, and he clenched his jaw. That was about as far as he could go.
Her hands were on him in a flash, pumping up and down, squeezing, twisting, tugging- sweet sugarcane, she was impatient. Felix hooked his now unoccupied arm around the back of her neck and turned his head as far as he could, hoping to get one last kiss. Warm lips pressed against his reddened cheek and forehead, and he leaned into her touch.
“I love you,” he repeated, though his voice was barely a whisper.
“I love you, too,” Tamora replied, just as breathless.
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Again he was lifted up and off of her, then set down on his side. Tamora lay down across from him, an exhausted smile on her face. She reached out to ruffle his hair, then let her arm fall limply to the bed. Felix chuckled and placed her arm over his shoulders instead, tucking himself into a loose embrace.
“Golly. Is… is that what it feels like… for you?” he asked her once his heart stopped racing. Though he always tried to be an attentive lover, his actual experience with the other side of things was very limited until now.
“More or less,” she replied, lazily glancing at her messy hand.
“Here,” said Felix, unbuttoning his work shirt. “I’ll be washing it, anyway.”
It worked well enough, and she kissed him in thanks. Felix nudged his head under her chin, nuzzling his face into her neck. A rapid heartbeat pulsed against his cheek as they lay there, soaking up the silence.
“Learning all sorts of things about yourself, huh,” said Tamora, curling her other arm around his back.
“Mmhm,” mumbled Felix. His arms couldn’t reach as far as hers, but he did drape them over her sides to hold her tight.
“Maybe I should come up with something else.”
Felix laughed nervously. “Let’s not get too carried away, now, honeybear-”
“I’m kidding,” she teased, lightly rapping her knuckles on top of Felix’s head. “So. Think we should keep this?”
Felix pulled away just far enough to peer down at the harness. Right away he wanted to say ‘absolutely,’ but somehow, sounding too excited about it felt like an invite for a week’s worth of teasing and ‘I told you so’s. He loved his wife dearly, but her teasing was merciless, and he could only handle so much.
“I think so.”
“Mm, does that mean I can make a joke about a ‘joystick’ now?”
“Only one."
-fin
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