"Molly" he gasps, breathless.
"Charles?" she returns his name, short and composed, smiling to herself, enjoying the sway she had over his body, as she runs her fingers up and down the bottom side of his erection. "Tell me how it feels" she whispers, adding a light flow of air along his penis.
"What?" he can't focus.
"Tell. Me. How. It. feels."
"Good," he exhales the word loudly.
"How?" she continues pushing.
"You're tantalizing me," his voice is now small, barely reaching the end of the word. He arches his back to her as his hands try to reach for her head and shoulders.
"I don't know what that means," she says mischievously, moving away from his reach, but not from his penis, she delicately raps her lips to kisses along his erection, applying suction.
"It hurts,"
"Where?"
"Everywhere!" he lets out a light laugh, fighting against the need to let go.
"Should I stop, then?" she inquires, as she takes her lips away, but circles her fingers around the base of his penis and applies small pressure.
"No! don't you dare," comes his frantic answer, before she even finished her question, making her laugh this time.
"It hurts with pleasure. It's, like, my insides want to expand, while my skin is tightening," he lets out, his eyes closed as he concentrates, digging for words to prevent her from stopping. He can barely breathe, thinking and forming sentences seeming like an impossible task.
"Oooh, poetic" she snickers, circling her tongue around the tip of his penis, while keeping her fingers at its base, semi-cupping his testicles.
"Molly," he breaths her name again, "I'm…"
"Let go, Charles, cum for me" she smiles at him lovingly, indulging in her ability to pleasure him as she continues stroking him.
"With you," he whimpers quickly on the edge of his breath, his eyes flicking open searching for hers as his hand flings forward to find her body. "I want to come with you. Come here."
She can hardly say no to that, she climbs up his torso, lunging at his lips for a kiss, her hand still on him, his hand immediately searching its way between her legs to find she's ready for him. "Now?" he asks gently, looking into her eyes.
"Do it slowly" she answers, wanting to stretch this experience as much as possible.
"I don't know if I can, I don't know how much longer I can wait out," he replies with a strained voice, a smile fluttering on his lips as he realizes the pun.
"Oh, no, no need to wait out" she retorts playfully, her voice then taking a more serious tone. "Here, let me," she whispers into his ear, as she moves his hand away, directing him towards her. "Try not to do a lot," she says, her eyes fixed on him, as she touches the head to her clitoris, beginning a light circular movement that makes her shiver against him.
"Christ, Molly," is his reaction, as he exhales and presses his mouth to hers, his hands wrapping around her waist and back. "Now Molly, now,"
"Yes, Charles, now", she says, as she lets him slip into her, her hands moving to his buttocks to apply pressure and fit him all the way in. She can't get enough of this feeling, him inside her, filling her, while holding her tight. "Stay there" she lets out, "for just a moment. Please. Don't move," her eyes now closed, her head strung back.
"Tell me how it feels" he cheekily challenges as he sets kiss up and down her neck, biting lightly.
"Gooood" she laughs out "so good."
"Tell me", he says, as he tries to pull back out.
"No!" she clings to him desperately, holding him in place, slowly initiating movement with her hips. "It feels… safe." She says, looking straight into his eyes, adding words on every thrust, "Full." "Complete." "Whole." His thumb finds her clitoris as she begins to pant, a smile spreading on her lips in appreciation. She feels the inner tug as her muscles tighten around him, hearing him panting against her shoulder, her breath catches. "It feels like home," is the last thing that comes out as she peaks and lets go, shuddering into the waves of pleasure that come over her, clinging to him for support.
Hearing those words, Charles' eyes dart open to find her squirming under him, his mind reeling at her words, he feels a tug at his heart, as the rumble at the bottom of his gut releases into her.
They stay like that for a while, connected, breathing into each other, his eyes boring into hers, searching for something. As his breathing calms back down, he closes his eyes and lays his lips fluttering against hers, kissing her tentatively, in an attempt to convey to her what he can't put in words, wonderstruck at her ability to evoke emotions in him, even at their most beast-like, raw, moments of lust.
"You okay?" she asks quietly, as he continues to gaze into her eyes "you're making me self-conscious."
"Yes, yes, sorry" he awakes from his contemplation and gently pulls out of her.
"Tell me" she requests, holding his face between her hands.
"You're quite the talker today, Dawes" he says with a laugh, putting his forehead to hers.
"Well, my gob always did get me into trouble," she giggles. "But really, tell me. Please," she adds as she bobs his head gently from side to side between her hands "where did you go just then?"
"Nowhere, I was 100% here. I just… you, I was just realizing how deep inside me you reach by just being you, with me. I just, you just, you never cease to amaze me." Looking at her, he sees her cheeks blush. "And that," he nods his head and she knows, he now means the intimate attention she gave him, "was fucking awesome. It never ever felt like that before." At that she bursts out in laughter, happiness spreading over her.
"Hey!" he says as he covers her laughing mouth with a kiss, his fingers finding their way to tickle at her waist, "you smirking?!"
"No! No!" she squeals with laughter curling away in defence, "well, maybe just a bit" she adds as the fleeting of his fingers stops and he pulls her into his arms.
"A little is okay then, with the skills you've just exhibited, I suppose you're allowed."
