Dia moaned as she pressed up more against him. She was so so SO ready for him. "More Max, more," She chanted as her hand dropped down to lightly fondle him. She kissed him desperately. She wants needs him so badly.
Her fingers on him sent a jolt through his body just then, lips digging into her skin lightly - not teeth, no, but lips stretched tightly against them as his hips bucked. She was so soft and smooth and firm and delicious...
"More..." He spoke against her lips again, and his finger slipped forward, giving a bit more than the feather-light touch, starting slow, circular movements over her clit. At the same time he pulled her closer to him.
So close, so pliant, so eager. So her. His hand stopped the rubbing of her and slid around her other thigh, then started to lift that leg off the ground too, raising her up, knees around his hips, his erection grazing lightly around her wetness... He could barely resist thrusting in right then and there, but instead held on just so for a moment, dipping his head to kiss the base of her neck, sucking a little, gently. "Ready, my goddess?"
Dia's head hit the wall as she pushed down onto his fingers. She stroked him a little faster. He lifted her other leg and she wrapped them around him. She tilted her head back to give him better access, his lips right there and the gentle suction drove her wild. "Yes, oh yes." She panted, looking at him with lust-glazed eyes. "Please."
His lips froze, hot and dry, against her skin as he slowly, carefully lowered her onto himself, slowly, but deeply, in the end his tense, coiled body could not resist a small thrust of the hips, making sure he was in all the way, to the hilt. For a moment, he stayed like that, feeling her warm and soft and tight around him. "Gods, Dia." His voice may have been shaking a little.
Dia gasped out loud, it felt so incredibly good and right, doing this. Feeling him slowly sink into her was a slow, sweet torture. She tightened her internal muscles around him, "Max," she breathed out.
Max groaned as she did that, and he made a few brief thrusts, just because he couldn't help himself... Then his mouth covered hers, hungry, and he shifted till her back was supported by the wall - till she was pinned to the wall.
His hands massaged her thighs, still supporting them, and his tongue invaded her mouth in a rhythm that his hips rocking mirrored. They were beyond slow and easy right now. Running so they could fly was more like it.
Their bodies seemed to be finding a synchronous way of moving on their own, which was rather good since his brain at least wasn't up to controling - anything. Not the fire in his groins which both seemed hotter and only satisfied by this. Nor the fire with which he wanted to please her.
His thrusts sped up, with her bucking up urging him on. She was soft and sweet and firm and tight and warm. He wasn't soft; rather, he felt as hard and edged and tense as only she could make him - and warm, so warm too. When they met, faster and stronger, he couldn't help small grunts, and his voice was rugged when he called out softly against her lips, "Claudia... I think this is working... fast."
The way he said her name, rugged yet so soft, so passionate, just spurred her on. She clenched her muscles around him, enjoying the friction and the spikes of pleasure it sent sizzling up her spine. She was on fire and she didn't care. It felt so good. He was so good.
He groaned at the way her gasps just urged him on, and her muscles, and her body, and her voice... he didn't want this to be too quick for her, so he gritted his teeth and pulled out, holding her against the wall and sliding his cock against the wetness, over the clit again. One of his hands is firmly holding her thigh, maybe fingers digging slightly against the soft flesh, and the other trails up along her stomach and cups her breast.
It was not a long interruption. Just a few heartbeats, that's all he could do, before his lips pressed hard against hers again and his hips rocked forward. Hard. Hard and fast and coming close to a point where it would be just too late to be able to stop.
Dia growled as he pulled out, wanting more. She was so so very close to falling over that edge and she wanted it, wanted him so very very much. She pressed herself into his hands as much as she could.
She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her and after two thrusts, she came apart around him.
What pushed him over? Was it that he was already so close? Was it that little way her voice caught as she came? Was it the way her body shivered against him, again and again as his hips jerked, out of control as he was starting to come? Was it the light squeezing and pulling at him, deep down?
It was her, in any case, and his head flew back with a grunt as the last vestiges of self-containment were stormed aside. He came, burried deep inside her, body pumping very lightly as release washed over him. He growled her name just because his voice wouldn't work anywhere else.
After a few moments - or a few centuries - of pure sensation, his knees seemed to buck under him. He slipped his hand between her back and the wall, then slid them down, inside her as he was, until they were kind of sitting on the floor.
Goddesses of ancient WORLDS, but she felt GOOD around him and against him and inside his arms and having made his world explode...
She was alive. She was gloriously vitally alive. Once she came back down to herself, she shakily rested her head on his shoulder.
"You're amazing." Her arms were wrapped around his middle. "Absolutely bloody amazing." She dropped a kiss on his collar bone. "I love the way you make me fly."
She closed her eyes and just basked in the sensation of having him just like this, sweaty, relaxed, and wrapped around her as much as she was wrapped around him.
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"More..." He spoke against her lips again, and his finger slipped forward, giving a bit more than the feather-light touch, starting slow, circular movements over her clit. At the same time he pulled her closer to him.
So close, so pliant, so eager. So her. His hand stopped the rubbing of her and slid around her other thigh, then started to lift that leg off the ground too, raising her up, knees around his hips, his erection grazing lightly around her wetness... He could barely resist thrusting in right then and there, but instead held on just so for a moment, dipping his head to kiss the base of her neck, sucking a little, gently. "Ready, my goddess?"
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His hands massaged her thighs, still supporting them, and his tongue invaded her mouth in a rhythm that his hips rocking mirrored. They were beyond slow and easy right now. Running so they could fly was more like it.
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She...loved him. She loved this...he completed her, strange as that sounded.
She kissed him passionately.
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His thrusts sped up, with her bucking up urging him on. She was soft and sweet and firm and tight and warm. He wasn't soft; rather, he felt as hard and edged and tense as only she could make him - and warm, so warm too. When they met, faster and stronger, he couldn't help small grunts, and his voice was rugged when he called out softly against her lips, "Claudia... I think this is working... fast."
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"Max-i-milian!" She gasped out between thrusts.
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It was not a long interruption. Just a few heartbeats, that's all he could do, before his lips pressed hard against hers again and his hips rocked forward. Hard. Hard and fast and coming close to a point where it would be just too late to be able to stop.
Or maybe it already was.
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She moaned into his mouth when he kissed her and after two thrusts, she came apart around him.
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It was her, in any case, and his head flew back with a grunt as the last vestiges of self-containment were stormed aside. He came, burried deep inside her, body pumping very lightly as release washed over him. He growled her name just because his voice wouldn't work anywhere else.
After a few moments - or a few centuries - of pure sensation, his knees seemed to buck under him. He slipped his hand between her back and the wall, then slid them down, inside her as he was, until they were kind of sitting on the floor.
Goddesses of ancient WORLDS, but she felt GOOD around him and against him and inside his arms and having made his world explode...
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"You're amazing." Her arms were wrapped around his middle. "Absolutely bloody amazing." She dropped a kiss on his collar bone. "I love the way you make me fly."
She closed her eyes and just basked in the sensation of having him just like this, sweaty, relaxed, and wrapped around her as much as she was wrapped around him.
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