Leaving Las Vegas

Feb 03, 2005 23:32

It seemed that a tacit agreement slipped into place between Faith and myself to leave behind the exchange of emotional hurts and self-flagellation that we'd engaged in. Not a typical after-sex practice, even for myself, but it seemed that there would never be avoiding the things that existed between me and Faith ( Read more... )

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wesleys_slayer February 17 2005, 15:41:39 UTC
I wondered for a sec if I'd pushed him too much. He paused and we just fucking stared at each other in the mirror, this beautiful couple half-naked with Wes' hand around my throat and my tongue working to clean the juices from my pussy offa my lips.

But he nodded, and I knew I was done for.

He slicked up his fingers and slowly began working at my ass. My eyes shut for only a sec at the pressure, but I hadda open them up to watch his face. His fucking amazing expressions that were written everywhere as he slid a second finger in me, stretching me, hurting me... I was bent so far forward it was kinda hard to keep watching him, though. Each slow push of his fingers brought my whole body forward until my head kept hitting the mirror, and I didn't fucking care. I wanted it to hurt; I wanted him to be the one who did it.

When his cock left my body, I gave a quiet moan of protest, but then I felt it at my ass, pressing, pushing, and finally fucking filling me up until I couldn't move at all. Hurt so good, so good, and I was crying from the sheer pleasurepain of him in me.

I couldn't last like this, though. I'd come once already and I wanted him to come. So even though he started out fucking my ass with slow, lazy strokes, I said the one thing I figured would fucking send him over the edge.

"Need... your come... in my ass... now, Wes..."

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dark_wesley February 19 2005, 17:21:50 UTC
Tight was not really a sufficient word, and neither was hot enough to describe the feel of being so deep inside Faith this way. The movement of my hips I struggled to keep slow and restrained, not only to keep myself from coming inside her too soon, but to keep myself from grasping her by the hips and hammering myself against her arse with a vengeance.

It was that same compulsion that had driven us both into my bed that first night-- this strange, seemingly inescapable need we both had to connect to the other. But it was charged with all the violence and anger and guilt and resentment we both had in ample supply. And all of it transformed itself into the incindiary fucking that we'd known so far.

As Faith's arse clenched almost painfully around my cock, I abandoned all hope of further insightful thought and surrendered to the sensation. I was still making slow thrusts into her, but between the mounting pressure in my abdomen, and the maddening sight of the line of Faith's spine disappearing under her shirt, it was getting more and more difficult to contain myself.

I looked up to see Faith's forehead pressed against the mirror. She moved slightly, and a fall of her hair moved, revealing her face, and my breath caught. Tears ran down her cheeks and her mouth was open, face in a frozen moment expression of hurt and lust. I almost felt guilty for how beautiful I found her in that heartbeat.

Almost.

Her voice sounded loud in the tiny chamber, though I knew it was barely above a whisper.

"Need... your come... in my ass... now, Wes..."

And with those words, she had it. My body siezed and shook, as I came in three or four great shudders, as I pulled her hips back against me hard. Panting, we both stayed almost still as the aftershocks passed through me.

Once my erection began to flag, I slowly withdrew myself, and I was busy for the next few minutes with the business of cleaning us both up. That done as well as possible without actually taking a shower, I helped a still-shaky Faith stand straight, pulling up and fastening her trousers for her.

A long, hot, but understandably not-too-energetic kiss followed, and then I sent Faith out of the restroom first. I turned back to the sink, splashing cold water on my face, then drying it off. I stared at the man in the mirror. What was it he thought he was doing? Just why was this girl so damned far under his skin and inside his head?

Without any good answers from either myself or him, I returned to my own seat beside Faith.

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