Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 1/2crogosMarch 20 2012, 01:38:59 UTC
Modern AU, because their clothes are easier...Part 1/2
She was almost out the front door when Gendry came out of their room and saw what she was wearing. He looked her over without a word and in a few strides he was in front of her, taking up her space. Arya didn’t stop Gendry when he pressed her against the wall; his broad chest heaving as his hands brought her hips forward, grinding against her in an attempt to assuage his arousal. He seemed to be everywhere all at once. His movements were frantic, matching her own. They were both desperate for each other. His mouth broke away from hers, pulling a frustrated moan from her throat, Arya having not had her fill of his kiss just yet. But then Gendry was pressing wet, sucking kisses on her neck, continuing lower until he reached the point in the deep-v of her silk shirt between her breasts. Her hands gripped at his head, her fingers tangling in the thick coal black hair, tugging involuntarily in want as his rough cheek scratched at the delicate skin on her chest.
His work roughened hands were clumsy and Arya heard the clink of her buttons hitting the floor. The front of her blouse was ripped open, her breasts spilling out from her bra where he yanked it down, too impatient to wrestle with the clasp. Gendry knew she would berate him for it when they were done, but neither was too concerned with it at the moment; not when his mouth was at her nipple, and her hands fumbled at his jeans.
Arya finally managed to shove his pants down, whether they ripped or unzipped, she didn’t really care--his cock was hard and heavy in her hand and the proof of how much he wanted her right now was driving her insane. With his pants falling down around his ankles, he thanked god that Arya wore a skirt today and lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. Her hand still clasping his cock, she pulled her panties aside, brought him towards her heated slit and stroked the tip between the wet lips of her sex, causing both of them to release a pleasured sigh.
With the tip of his cock teasing at her entrance, Gendry could not seem to stop the thrust of his hips and together they cried out in relief as he filled her up. Muffling his moans against her neck, Gendry thrust quick and shallow torturing both of them as each penetration went deeper than the last. Arya’s hands grasped at his shirt clad back, frustrated at the lack of skin, but too far gone to slow down and strip. The way his cock worked inside her and how each stroke rubbed against her clit had her gasping for air. With her one heeled foot still on the floor, Gendry moved a hand from her hip up to fondle her breast, while he resumed suckling her other nipple. Arya was meeting his thrusts as much as she could in her position, leaning back against the wall for leverage, grinding her hips down, trying to take him in deeper.
Her back arched, her breasts thrust out for him and her eyes heavy lidded with desire, she was an erotic sight to behold. Looking up from between her breasts as he kissed her flat stomach he met her gaze. Stopping his thrust, he could see her about to sputter out a protest, but before she could Gendry straightened up, picked up her other leg, opening her to him, and started to pound into her. At the sudden new angle Arya cried out, climaxing around his cock as he fucked her harder than before. Her hands, which had been uselessly trying to find purchase on the empty wall behind her, found her breasts and squeezed them as she convulsed.
Re: Arya/Gendry Monday Morning 2/2crogosMarch 20 2012, 01:39:24 UTC
Part 2/2
Seeing her orgasm, how she touched herself and the feel of her cunt milking him was too much; Gendry followed her into orgasm with a few more jerking thrusts, finally spilling his seed into her. Both of their breathing was harsh as they came down from their climax. Gendry was about to put her legs down, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and kept him inside her. Drawing closer to her, still feeling her shuddering from her orgasm, he took her mouth once more in a languid kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Finally breaking their kiss, Arya settled her legs down and began straightening her skirt.
“I have to change my shirt. Now I’m going to be late for work--and so are you.”
Gendry laughed buttoning up his pants and patting down his shirt. “What better way to spend a Monday morning?” Snatching another kiss from her lips, he shifted her aside and reached to open the front door. “I’ll see you tonight, honey.”
She was almost out the front door when Gendry came out of their room and saw what she was wearing. He looked her over without a word and in a few strides he was in front of her, taking up her space. Arya didn’t stop Gendry when he pressed her against the wall; his broad chest heaving as his hands brought her hips forward, grinding against her in an attempt to assuage his arousal. He seemed to be everywhere all at once. His movements were frantic, matching her own. They were both desperate for each other. His mouth broke away from hers, pulling a frustrated moan from her throat, Arya having not had her fill of his kiss just yet. But then Gendry was pressing wet, sucking kisses on her neck, continuing lower until he reached the point in the deep-v of her silk shirt between her breasts. Her hands gripped at his head, her fingers tangling in the thick coal black hair, tugging involuntarily in want as his rough cheek scratched at the delicate skin on her chest.
His work roughened hands were clumsy and Arya heard the clink of her buttons hitting the floor. The front of her blouse was ripped open, her breasts spilling out from her bra where he yanked it down, too impatient to wrestle with the clasp. Gendry knew she would berate him for it when they were done, but neither was too concerned with it at the moment; not when his mouth was at her nipple, and her hands fumbled at his jeans.
Arya finally managed to shove his pants down, whether they ripped or unzipped, she didn’t really care--his cock was hard and heavy in her hand and the proof of how much he wanted her right now was driving her insane. With his pants falling down around his ankles, he thanked god that Arya wore a skirt today and lifted her leg to wrap around his hip. Her hand still clasping his cock, she pulled her panties aside, brought him towards her heated slit and stroked the tip between the wet lips of her sex, causing both of them to release a pleasured sigh.
With the tip of his cock teasing at her entrance, Gendry could not seem to stop the thrust of his hips and together they cried out in relief as he filled her up. Muffling his moans against her neck, Gendry thrust quick and shallow torturing both of them as each penetration went deeper than the last. Arya’s hands grasped at his shirt clad back, frustrated at the lack of skin, but too far gone to slow down and strip. The way his cock worked inside her and how each stroke rubbed against her clit had her gasping for air. With her one heeled foot still on the floor, Gendry moved a hand from her hip up to fondle her breast, while he resumed suckling her other nipple. Arya was meeting his thrusts as much as she could in her position, leaning back against the wall for leverage, grinding her hips down, trying to take him in deeper.
Her back arched, her breasts thrust out for him and her eyes heavy lidded with desire, she was an erotic sight to behold. Looking up from between her breasts as he kissed her flat stomach he met her gaze. Stopping his thrust, he could see her about to sputter out a protest, but before she could Gendry straightened up, picked up her other leg, opening her to him, and started to pound into her. At the sudden new angle Arya cried out, climaxing around his cock as he fucked her harder than before. Her hands, which had been uselessly trying to find purchase on the empty wall behind her, found her breasts and squeezed them as she convulsed.
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Seeing her orgasm, how she touched herself and the feel of her cunt milking him was too much; Gendry followed her into orgasm with a few more jerking thrusts, finally spilling his seed into her. Both of their breathing was harsh as they came down from their climax. Gendry was about to put her legs down, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and kept him inside her. Drawing closer to her, still feeling her shuddering from her orgasm, he took her mouth once more in a languid kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Finally breaking their kiss, Arya settled her legs down and began straightening her skirt.
“I have to change my shirt. Now I’m going to be late for work--and so are you.”
Gendry laughed buttoning up his pants and patting down his shirt. “What better way to spend a Monday morning?” Snatching another kiss from her lips, he shifted her aside and reached to open the front door. “I’ll see you tonight, honey.”
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Gimme a minute to catch my breath!=D
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