Chapter Ten
Blood rushing, muscles tensing, breathing sharp in expectation and eagerness. A few nips happened on her neck, drawn out sucks proceeding bites; his tongue and mouth dancing down the length of her body as their hips began pushing forward, gibing any movements. Grinding roughly without pain, fueled by adrenaline. He couldn't wait any longer, his lust filled eyes trailed down the curvature of her breasts, the plains of her abdomen. His body moved further down hers, his knee wedged between hers, spreading them apart as her leg threw itself over his waist, hooking in and pulling their bodies flush together. An elbow in the grains of crisp sand supporting his weight while his hand brought his member to the entrance of her core, the heat illuminating. With a jagged moan, his eyes wound shut, pushing between his fingers, the hand shortly falling to grip her thigh momentarily, settling the head in before he could move any further. She was breathing roughly, just the feeling of this foreign object beginning to enter her had her head spinning, mind working a million paces per second, as well as her heart and chest fluttering. The pit in her stomach urging her hips to jut out, the hand he had rest upon her thigh stilling any movements. She glanced into his eyes, his features nervous with excitement, her soft smile meeting his, trying to tell him everything was right, and happening. He inched in, her walls clinging to him even though they were already moist with desire, the liquid spreading, coating his body. Slowly and agonizingly, every inch of his member had been enveloped, cover with her walls, his testicles resting on the bend on her warm bottom. He let go of her leg, her hips directly moving to meet his. He gasped when she was urging him to move, pushing against him; he slowly drew himself back as far as he could without slipping out before working himself back inside.
He progressively worked their dance faster, their shared breaths escaping into the cold, harsh night, the faint echoes of the explosions in the distant sky above. Surrounding sounds disappeared in to nothingness, only hearing each other.
His thrusts stagger, the moons light and reflections of the lights cover the lovers. Oswin's heart pounding roughly to her chest, she begins to pick up his pace, his vigorous speed, sliding her hands down his sculpted chest, steadying her. He pressed his hands deeper into the grains of sand, his knuckles paling from the grip, sheer force. He buried his member into her time after time, her hips raising and falling with each push.
Soft noises, delicate whimpers building into drawn out moans, and cries of his name, her name. He could feel heated core tightening around him now, their souls tempting each other with their dance. He parted her legs further, shifting his waist the slightest way as her thighs began to hook around him, already throbbing and shaking under protest. He wouldn't give her a chance to acclimate to the unfamiliar feelings presented by him, and he wasn't either. Each time he felt her body surrounding his, it was something new, an unmarkable feeling, one he was forever committing to memory. They lay, forgetting the rest of existence, nothing else mattered. He'd push harder in to her, her head thrown back, the damp, dark locks of her hair brushing against the curve of her naked chest as she arches forward with more than just the need to fulfill her urges, but to satisfy the ones of the man, her man, her Doctor. Focus slipped from his conscious, the only thing he knew to do was continue rolling his hips and member into her, so he did, every inch.
She gasped out words of encouragement, as if her actions hadn't been enough for him, telling him variations of "yes," "please," "more," "fuck," and so on, stimulating him more so. He was already close, almost pushed over the edge; both eyes clamping shut tightly as his release was nearly upon him, just one more stroke, two more—
"Wait," she gasped out, both of their eyes opening, latching upon each other, his out of pure confusion.
"Don't. Not yet. Please..."
"Bit hard to control that, y'know." He breathed out, chest heaving rapidly as he pulled his member from her, both of their bodies throbbing. It ached and pained her to move from where she had been laying, but she forced herself to sit up, and lay him down where she had been, straddling her legs astride his waist and hips. She took her cold hands and curled them around his member, which was still incredibly hard, guiding it to her core which was nearly dripping from being so wet. With her thumb she knead the tip of his member, the beads of his near release smearing under her finger tip. She wanted to keep him aroused, still close to the edge of desire, movements from his orgasm, but didn't want him to experience it yet, she wanted to foster, prolong it as much as she could. Deliberately slow, she lowered her body over his member, encasing him with her swollen core, his eyes blinking with pleasure and contentment as the roamed her perfectly shaped body. She took his hands for balance, placing them on her breasts, stabilizing herself atop him.
He clutched on to the swells on her chest, toying with the hardened nipples, making her moan a little more each time he pinched them. The current from his touch shocked her, letting him know she approved. She set a beautiful rhythm, moving atop of him. Her hands resided on his hips, stilling him, not letting a movement be made; she wanted to please him, because she had seen the life he had, not all of it, or the details, but she knew. She knew he was a scarred man, who had seen parts of life that ha left left their mark, a mark of horror, and hatred, loss, destruction, and pain.
With each time she'd pull back, and slide him back inside, his hips jerked forward out of want. Thighs aching and throbbing, muscles would be sore afterwards, but in the best of ways. They rapidly worked together, thrusting becoming sharp, near the edges of release.
The coil of tension snapping, his release spewing out of him into her core, being deeply absorbed between the clenches of her muscles. She gasped, the harsh, chilling air being swallowed, chest thrusting in to his palms, her hips spazzing without control on him in bliss.