[ He has her laughing again. More of the deranged sounds of someone who's not entirely there, caught up in some ecstatic delusion no one else can see. What an amazing, terrible gift he's given her. He's said exactly what she wanted to hear and exactly what she never should have. ]
Idiot.
[ One hand leaves his neck to slap his cheek, and with her holding him in place with her other hand, he'll take the full brunt of it. It also serves the purpose of punishing him for nearly cumming before her. She felt it! Not allowed! As they do in every good romance story, lovers cum together. ]
Keep giving me what I want and-- [ She whimpers as the pain from his nails keeps intensifying. ] I might think you...
[ She leaves the sentence finished on purpose, just to keep him wondering. He can complete it however he wants. If it haunts him later, all the better.
The hand on his neck shifts to the front, choking him there. Her other hand needs to be free so she can repay him for something else. She pulls their bodies flush, wrapping her free arm around him, then her nails rake down his back. Again and again, she leaves bloody lines behind, all while she's on the brink of what may be a never-ending orgasm. ]
Shhhh...
[ Again he's shushed, but this time, her lips crash against his, swallowing up his tongue and blood. There's no gentle and soft, no care about his injuries, because she has no desire to hold off. They're going to kiss while she steals every bit of his breath away to make it her own. Her hips reach a feverish pace, obscene and wet slaps ringing out across the lawn, then at last. Release. She gushes on his cock, riding him through every wave, convinced a few times that she may fall unconscious.
Destruction is so beautiful.
Despite her imaginings about this lasting forever, the pleasure does soon end, but she remains in place, loosening her grip on his neck while holding him close, drenched in blood, sweat, and tears, twitching against him and around his cock. In this moment, there was no denying it. They were more than friends. And just as she had while she watched him sleep, she'd allow herself to have that until she was no longer allowed to. ]
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Idiot.
[ One hand leaves his neck to slap his cheek, and with her holding him in place with her other hand, he'll take the full brunt of it. It also serves the purpose of punishing him for nearly cumming before her. She felt it! Not allowed! As they do in every good romance story, lovers cum together. ]
Keep giving me what I want and-- [ She whimpers as the pain from his nails keeps intensifying. ] I might think you...
[ She leaves the sentence finished on purpose, just to keep him wondering. He can complete it however he wants. If it haunts him later, all the better.
The hand on his neck shifts to the front, choking him there. Her other hand needs to be free so she can repay him for something else. She pulls their bodies flush, wrapping her free arm around him, then her nails rake down his back. Again and again, she leaves bloody lines behind, all while she's on the brink of what may be a never-ending orgasm. ]
Shhhh...
[ Again he's shushed, but this time, her lips crash against his, swallowing up his tongue and blood. There's no gentle and soft, no care about his injuries, because she has no desire to hold off. They're going to kiss while she steals every bit of his breath away to make it her own. Her hips reach a feverish pace, obscene and wet slaps ringing out across the lawn, then at last. Release. She gushes on his cock, riding him through every wave, convinced a few times that she may fall unconscious.
Destruction is so beautiful.
Despite her imaginings about this lasting forever, the pleasure does soon end, but she remains in place, loosening her grip on his neck while holding him close, drenched in blood, sweat, and tears, twitching against him and around his cock. In this moment, there was no denying it. They were more than friends. And just as she had while she watched him sleep, she'd allow herself to have that until she was no longer allowed to. ]