Unprompted F!Shenko | Stripper Part Seven
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April 12 2013, 01:55:11 UTC
“Oh, Shepard,” he whispers into her flesh, trying to convince himself that he’s not dreaming by pulling her down against him harder, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this. How hard it’s been just to watch you.”
Shepard reaches back and grabs at his hair, gripping him tight, pulling his face to hers so she can collapse her lips over his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” she moans past his tongue, straight into the heart of him.
The Shepard of his fantasies pales in comparison to the real thing working his cock in her like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Her hips rolling against his, whimpers of pleasure tumbling out of her unashamedly urging him on. Sanguine blooms inside of her flesh, running it way up her body, the flush of it along with the new coat of moisture cast across her frame. He can’t think, can barely breath when Shepard twists her pelvis just so and he’s deeper inside of her. She lets out a sharp cry, nails catching him.
“Say my name,” he demands, stilling his thrusts. He needs to hear it, needs to hear her say it. To know it’s him making her feel like this, him causing those wonderful sounds falling out of her mouth. That he’s the one running hands along her devout body, pouring his hedonistic manifestation into her flesh. “Please.
She angles her face up, stares straight into his eyes and breathes out, “Kaidan, please don’t stop.”
He starts back up, harsher than before, wanting it so bad it physically hurts him as he tries to clench his eyes shut against it. Trapping her arms under his own, slamming her back against him, angling his hips up even higher. Several more well timed strokes through her silken heat and he feels her starting to tighten around him, knowing she’s close, “Meera,” he says her name under his breath testing it out, letting the syllables linger against his lips, causing her to moan out before she captures her bottom lip between her teeth, pink painted across her mouth and probably along his own as well. “Let go. Don’t fight it. I want to hear you.”
The moans start low in her throat, mixing alongside her harsh breaths. She’s swinging her head from side to side like a mad woman, one of his hands releases its grip around her, slipping back down her panties, rubbing her clit with his thumb enjoying the way she melts like butter underneath his light touches “Yes, oh fuck.” The groan escapes Shepard’s mouth before she can lift her free hand to cover it. Kaidan rips his hands from her quim and grabs her fingers back under his, holding her steady. Let everyone in the club hear them, hear her shameless moans, quickening as his pace becomes frenzied.
“Oh, Shepard,” he whispers into her flesh, trying to convince himself that he’s not dreaming by pulling her down against him harder, “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this. How hard it’s been just to watch you.”
Shepard reaches back and grabs at his hair, gripping him tight, pulling his face to hers so she can collapse her lips over his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. “Oh, fuck.” she moans past his tongue, straight into the heart of him.
The Shepard of his fantasies pales in comparison to the real thing working his cock in her like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. Her hips rolling against his, whimpers of pleasure tumbling out of her unashamedly urging him on. Sanguine blooms inside of her flesh, running it way up her body, the flush of it along with the new coat of moisture cast across her frame. He can’t think, can barely breath when Shepard twists her pelvis just so and he’s deeper inside of her. She lets out a sharp cry, nails catching him.
“Say my name,” he demands, stilling his thrusts. He needs to hear it, needs to hear her say it. To know it’s him making her feel like this, him causing those wonderful sounds falling out of her mouth. That he’s the one running hands along her devout body, pouring his hedonistic manifestation into her flesh. “Please.
She angles her face up, stares straight into his eyes and breathes out, “Kaidan, please don’t stop.”
He starts back up, harsher than before, wanting it so bad it physically hurts him as he tries to clench his eyes shut against it. Trapping her arms under his own, slamming her back against him, angling his hips up even higher. Several more well timed strokes through her silken heat and he feels her starting to tighten around him, knowing she’s close, “Meera,” he says her name under his breath testing it out, letting the syllables linger against his lips, causing her to moan out before she captures her bottom lip between her teeth, pink painted across her mouth and probably along his own as well. “Let go. Don’t fight it. I want to hear you.”
The moans start low in her throat, mixing alongside her harsh breaths. She’s swinging her head from side to side like a mad woman, one of his hands releases its grip around her, slipping back down her panties, rubbing her clit with his thumb enjoying the way she melts like butter underneath his light touches “Yes, oh fuck.” The groan escapes Shepard’s mouth before she can lift her free hand to cover it. Kaidan rips his hands from her quim and grabs her fingers back under his, holding her steady. Let everyone in the club hear them, hear her shameless moans, quickening as his pace becomes frenzied.
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