Chasing the Demons Away
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Why'd I have to do it? Open my big mouth and say something that sent Wesley off the deep end again?
And everything had been going so well.
"And thank you. That's probably the closest I’m ever gonna get to those pearly white gates.” It had been meant as a compliment, a throw-away line, not some portent of doom. But as soon as I ( Read more... )
Why'd I have to do it? Open my big mouth and say something that sent Wesley off the deep end again?
And everything had been going so well.
"And thank you. That's probably the closest I’m ever gonna get to those pearly white gates.” It had been meant as a compliment, a throw-away line, not some portent of doom. But as soon as I ( Read more... )
Purposefully he slowed down the action. Now he was in control, teasing me with his cock, his thumb, his lips. Everything he did to me the most delicious torture. Each langorous thrust into me, or gentle stroke of his thumb on my clit, or playful bite on my nipple caused the fire inside me to flare up a notch.
He leaned forward and kissed me again, his tongue darting in deep. I sighed into his mouth, loving the feel of his lips clashing with mine, tasting and exploring, connecting in a way that was just was arousing as any other flesh upon flesh.
Wesley was keeping the maddeningly slow pace, and it was starting to drive me crazy, just who was tiring out who here? It was getting to the point where I needed more, craved more of him. I wasn't above begging for it either.
"Wesley, please..." I breathed, pressing down on his buttocks with my heels, squeezing with my inner muscles, urging him to go faster and harder. Urging him to take me to that place that only he could...
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Our sweat slicked bodies slide over each other in tandem, my mouth tasting every bit of skin it can find. Sucking, nipping, teasing, licking...kissing at the salt, reveling in the taste of Lilah. I keep moving at that slow pace, gliding my cock into her eager wetness and pulling out again. Bumping against the hot spot inside her with every stroke, every thrust. My thumb keeps rolling around her pleasure spot, rubbing over it.
When she speaks, I look up and blink at her. Begging? Did she...? I can't remember ever hearing her sound this way. I can't remember her ever begging me...for anything. Swallowing several times, I smile and lean up on my elbows. "Yes, your majesty," I chuckle breathlessly. Picking up the pace right away, I slam into her, balls slapping against her arse. Her heels are digging into me and her nails are tearing at the soft flesh of my back.
Arching up into the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, I rub over her clit hard and fast. I can feel her clenching around me tightly, my balls tingling and drawing up. I know I'm getting close to the edge again. My thrusts stutter for a moment when I feel that hot-cold sensation make its way over my body. Slowing down my movements, I pound into her, aiming right for her hotspot while my thumb rubs between her legs just right. Dipping my head, I bite down into her shoulder hard enough to raise a mark.
Crying out her name I spill my release inside of her, panting for air. I keep moving and rubbing over her clit, pulling back gasping for breath, wanting to watch her reach her climax as well.
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"Yes, your majesty," He replied, the lilt of laughter in his voice. I'd been about to chuckle myself when he thrust into me so hard and fast that I cried out instead, my back arching off the mattress and my fingers digging deeper into his back. This was what I needed, that feeling of being overwhelmed, control gone, just raw need and passion.
His thumb was working its magic, sending shockwaves of intense white-hot pleasure up my spine and to the nerve endings in my fingertips. Every part of me was alive with feeling, with sensation. Wesley reached his other hand under me and lifted my hips off the bed to get a better angle, then bucked his hips in a way that had his cock hitting my sweet spot again and again. Oh, yes, just like that. I let out another strangled moan, straining to meet his movements with a force of my own. Take me there, Wes.
Wesley leaned down and bit my shoulder, making me gasp and shiver and then he was was crying out my name, his thrusts becoming erratic and I felt his whole body shudder. Watching him climax was wonderful, the ecstacy of release in his heated gaze as he tilted his head to look down at me took my breath away, and I felt myself reaching that peak too just as he kept moving inside me, his fingers still rubbing and teasing at that part of me that was so sensitive and aching for bliss. I felt myself climax and a flush of heat and intense tingling pleasure flowed through my body. I looked back at him, wide eyed and gasping, no longer able to contain how I was feeling, guttural cries coming from me involuntarily as I came. My head pressed back into the pillows and my hips convulsed beneath his fingers.
But Wesley didn't stop, he kept going, and before I knew it I was gasping again, heat flaring down below for a second time as Wesley relentlessly caressed and stroked my clit. Damn the man, he was wearing ME out, wasn't I supposed to be the one? Not that I was complaining. It didn't take long for me to tumble off the edge a second time, this time I did call out his name, he'd earned it.
When it was all over, I pulled Wesley to me, holding him tight, stroking his hair. I felt totally spent, and my eyelids were already starting to droop.
"You rat. I was supposed to tire you out." I whispered to him teasingly.
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