When Snow walked into the bedroom, she already had a few of the buttons of her blouse unfastened and he could see the edge of her violet bra. It showed through the white fabric a little bit and he definitely noticed it before, but now he felt… invited. Her pants were also white and thin, but not thin enough for him to see if she wore matching panties, or if she even had anything under them.
Bigby moved closer and kissed her lightly, while pulling her waist closer. He loved when she parted her lips to deepen the kiss. Loved it every time, it was so erotic. Putting fingers in her hair, he breathed in her smell, enjoying the moment like it was his last. It was too long since he had her in his arms for the last time. Way too long. How did he manage to spend so many hours with her today without touching her once?
Having her body so close was turning him on. Her partly exposed breasts pressing against his chest were appealing to his imagination. He broke the kiss to unbutton her blouse while looking in her eyes. Standing so close their seemingly insignificant height difference was very noticeable and it made him smile that she had to raise her head to meet his gaze.
When he could finally take her top off, he looked down and with surprise noticed that the bra was almost completely transparent and he could freely marvel at her hard nipples surrounded by floral embroidery. Stunning view. He put hand on her breast touching it through the thin material and kissed her again, focusing his senses on observing her growing arousal.
Snow quickly took off his shirt and moved to unbuckling his belt.
"Sit down" she said with a soft, sexy voice, as she slipped off his pants leaving his erection exposed.
He took his place at the edge of the bed and took off his trousers from his feet to set his legs wide apart enough to make space for her, because he was sure she was about to kneel between his tights. She smiled at his thoughtfulness as she lowered herself and took his dick in her hand to stroke it slowly.
He knew the mirror made some comments about them being together just a few minutes ago. He heard it. It was great to see Snow unfazed by the suggestion, if one could even use this understatement. He could give it to the mirror that he was obvious. The thing was he didn't care very much about it anymore. At this point he was pretty sure that doing anything short of outright confessing his undying love for her would go unnoticed as a romantic advance. Sad, but easier to deal with, at least for now.
"How do you like that?" she asked and started lazily licking his penis from the base to the tip.
"A bit of a funny feeling, but very nice." Honestly his favorite part was the look she was giving him. Yesterday, when she looked into his eyes while blowing, it made him crazy. If she was going to start doing it on a daily basis, that would be so amazing. God, how did it happen that he was contemplating having oral sex with Snow White every day?
"And that?" She sucked on the head, slightly moving her lips over it. He remembered what she liked, and bent down to get his hand on her chest.
"That's great." Snow was still looking at his face to observe his reaction. It was beyond sexy. And the strengthening smell of her want… no words to describe that. He would have to go down on her as soon as she was done with her fun.
She took his dick out of her mouth just to speak again.
"And when I do that…" Instead of finishing her sentence, she took all of it in, then moved her head back, and then deepthroated his cock again, this time for longer and adding tongue. He started to stimulate fer nipples with his thumbs. "Does it really feel good or is it just hot?" Good question, because even if it wouldn't work for him at all, looking in her eyes while she had his dick down her throat was unquestionably going to haunt his dreams forever.
"It surely feels good, but to actually get off it's best to move back and forth."
"So it's best when I do it like that?" She sucked onto his dick while moving her mouth over the whole length. She knew what she was doing. From the beginning she knew, but that made it even better.
"Yeah…" he agreed, almost moaning. She added her hand. "Yeah, that's it."
And then she stopped. Or didn't, as her hand was still making courses over the penis with a looser grip, she just took it out of her mouth. He really thought she wanted him to come, but no, she was just playing with him. And that was… he loved it, actually. He knew his orgasm was close and he got to enjoy the weird feeling of anticipation while appreciating her trying to piss him off.
"I really want to know how to please you."
And then he came. He didn't expect it to happen right this second, didn't plan on coming without telling her first. And she certainly was surprised by sperm ejecting on her cleavage.
"I'm sorry." He really was embarrassed. He should be able to control it. And the way he came… She never said she wanted that. In her mouth, yes, but not this. He felt guilty.
"It's fine…" she said as she got up to go to the bathroom. Was it truly fine? He could see that she felt awkward about it.
While she was out of the room, he wiped his dick, mostly of saliva. No lipstick this time, as she didn't put any make-up on this morning.
"Sorry. I didn't do that on purpose" he apologized again the moment she got back to the bedroom in nothing but lingerie – matching, see-through and seductive.
"It's not a big deal." She was completely calm now, so maybe she really didn't care that much about it. "Unexpected, but after all a turn on." All right, he could believe that, knowing what she tended to like. He should stop being surprised each time. "Now, I thought you could eat me out before you get it up again" she said as she sat in the middle of the bed, resting her back on the pillows.
"You seem to read my mind."
First thing he did after he moved closer was taking off her bra, without much struggle to his relief. Very pretty, but standing in his way to kiss and suck her nipples. His hand went to her soaking wet panties. For a while he was touching her through the fabric, until he craved to properly finger her. He moved back, slipped off her underwear and positioned himself over her to comfortably kiss her while enjoying the feel of her warm pussy. She was delightfully aroused and he wasn't able to hold back for long before going lower and licking her dry, even if he loved what he was doing before.
It was fascinating how the taste and smell changed even from day to day. And he loved it every time, because it was perfect every time. Fuck, so perfect. And her subtle, rhythmic movement? Out of this world. He put his hand on her hip to feel it better. With the other one he reached out for her breast to stimulate her nipple additionally, which made her moan... She had such sensitive nipples.
Bigby knew that if he focused on her clit for just a moment longer, she would come, but he wanted to take his time. How long has it been since he gave head for the last time? A day? Too long, he missed it. Week without it was pure torture.
He couldn't keep it going forever though, so he made her orgasm before she had a chance to get bored. It was so rewarding to experience her release through smell, sound and movement. Those were the most satisfying moments of his life. He probably could continue and make her come again, but he assumed she wanted him to get up and put his fresh erection to use. He was obviously going to give her that right after washing his face.
"I thought about something." When he came back, she was lying on her side with head resting on bent arm. He couldn't look anywhere else than at her marvelous figure.
"Yes?"
"I reached the conclusion that I liked it when you came on my tits." Actually, yes, that was to be expected.
"Okay."
"So I thought maybe you could try going between them." She was a bit self-conscious, but she was doing a great job at not showing it.
"Sure." He smiled at her, aiming to reassure her.
"I'll get lube."
She was a little excited. He loved to see it, it was kind of cute. With attention he watched her spread the lube over her breasts before he took his position kneeling over her. He thought she would pass him the bottle, but instead she just lubricated his dick herself.
She was keeping her soft breasts in place around his cock. It felt a bit weird to make frictional movements while basically sitting on her, but also… good. He could come from that. And for visual stimulus… he didn't anticipate how much he would like to see her under him and waiting for cum. Unfortunately, before he made five thrusts, his cock fell out. And then fell out again. He was irritated by how clumsy it made him look in a situation that demanded his resolution.
"Stop, I have an idea."
He moved to the side to free her. She got up and went to the separate part of the room that was her wardrobe and took something from a drawer.
"I don't know why I bought this, I don't even work out. It won't be a pity when it'll get lube stains. And sperm, if it goes right." It amused him to hear her talk about it. As he was growing accustomed to her desire of being dominated, he was letting himself enjoy the role more. Why not fuck her tits and come on her chest? That could make both of them happy.
She put on the white sports bra and went back to her previous position, more relaxed than before. With something providing support it went much smoother. Her breasts were pressing on his penis just right and he could comfortably put his hands on her to touch her nipples through the bra, which she was visibly overjoyed by.
When he did come, sperm flowed out over her cleavage, with some of it getting to her neck and some staining the bra like she predicted.
"Are you pleased by that?" he asked with his limp dick still stuck between her breasts.
"Yes, very." She was smiling at him. Funny how it looked more lovely than sexy despite the position they were in.
Bigby pulled his penis out of the bra and moved to the side of the bed. She moved back and combed her hair. It got tangled up when her head was rubbing against the pillow.
"Is it better than swallowing?"
"Yes and no, because seed doesn't have the best taste, to be honest."
"So why isn't it just better?"
"I like how bad it is." He grinned at that.
"I still want to get fucked, if you can get it up for a third time, but I'm also hungry." He was way too proud to just take this blatant offense.
"I'll get as many hard-ons as you want me to, I assure you."
She sent him a look. Not of disbelief, of expectation.
"Do you want Chinese?"
"Sure."
"I'll order as soon as I change."
"Did you want someone to fuck you like that and I just seemed like a person for the job or did you want me specifically to do that." He knew the answer, or at least he thought so, because she told him she was getting off to him, but he wanted to hear her talk about it.
"You" she said between bits of chicken with pepper. "You made me want to get fucked like that. By you. Does it make you feel good?"
"Incredibly good." On the one hand it was true, it was surely very flattering, on the other… he still had a problem with it.
"But you don't even like it…" She looked away, as if wondering over a choice of words. "Like that."
He finished his food before speaking. When he thought about it, it was apparent to him that her seeing him in this light made him feel instrumental. Sex itself could evidently be very enjoyable for him. But how to explain it to her?
"It's not that I don't like it… It feels impersonal." And what gave him the right to want sex that wasn't impersonal? It was a mistake to say that.
"To me it isn't impersonal at all. It's very personal." She got a tiniest bit embarrassed. He almost wouldn't notice. "I wouldn't want it to be anyone other than you. And that you made me discover I desire something I didn't know I wanted before… I don't think it's bad."
Or maybe it wasn't a mistake. Maybe it was the exact right thing to say, as her response was more reassuring than anything he could hope for. There was nothing to add. He wondered if what the mirror said influenced her to say something like this, but he wasn't gonna ask. It didn't escape his attention though that they were having dinner in the kitchen, not in the dining room.
"I liked how you reacted when I broke it off a week ago," Snow said after a moment of silence.
"I didn't do anything."
"Exactly. I thought you might."
"Do what?" He had only a vague idea of what she was talking about.
"Something I wouldn't like. Treat me differently. But, thankfully, you didn't."
"I know you don't want me to let anyone know that we fuck. So it was clear to me, that you didn't want anyone to know that we stopped fucking."
"I don't only mean that, I'm also talking about when we were alone. You did not resent me for that." Yeah, that would be weird.
"Why would I, it was my fault" he stated the obvious.
"It was, but I thought that you would… take no responsibility for that and disrespect my decision" he saw that it took some courage for her to say that. But it was good she did. It was good they could talk about it.
"What did I do that made you think so low of me?"
She didn't answer right away. Maybe she didn't exactly know.
"Because you're a man? That's it, actually."
"I'm not a man." She didn't believe him. It was frustrating. "I mean yes, in a way I am, cause I have been living like this for so long, but not at my core. I wasn't raised to be one. I get that you are wary of men, because they have always treated you like shit, but I don't have a concept of thinking of women as lower ingrained in my brain like they do."
"There is no wolf sexism?" she asked in a joking manner.
"No," he confirmed, amused. At least he had a chance to explain it to her.
"So, anyway. Are you in the mood right now?"
Naturally, he was.
They quickly undressed again and he carried her to the bedroom. She smiled in an amazingly beautiful way after he lay her on the featherbed. She was at her most attractive when she was horny and sure of imminent satisfaction.
He kneeled between her thighs, picked up her right leg to put on his arm and used his left hand to support her, as her buttocks weren't touching the bedding. His erection was ready and according to his judgment so was her vagina. With a swift motion he delved into her, delighting in the sensation. Clearly he was right, she was as ready for penetration as she was an hour ago.
Bigby made two or three slower thrusts before he started going at it how he knew she craved. And she was so happy he did. So happy to get screwed. And it felt good to him too, the stimulation was just right when he was getting his dick so deep and so fast inside her. Coming two times before took care of his problem with feeling a bit too good and he could think only about what was happening in the moment. Touch of her skin, contentment on her face, her smell, the way she was pulling him closer with her leg…
When he started working on her clit with his right hand, he could very easily make her orgasm, but instead of doing that, he changed the position. A revenge for her previous behavior. He lay on her supporting himself on one arm and kissing her neck, still moving his hips sturdily. He kissed her lips, looked in her eyes and only then let her come by rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. While she was going through waves of her orgasm, he was still fucking her to come for the third time today. The orgasm was weaker than the previous ones, but he was pleased by how good hers turned out to be.
After they tidied up, they found themselves back in the bed, resting after sex. He wondered if they were about to fuck again in an hour or two as it wasn't even eight p.m. yet.
"I want to try smoking again." Okay, that surprised him.
"Your wish is my command." He got up to take the cigarettes from the pocket of his pants. And get that metal plate they used before.
This time it went better. She could overcome her discomfort and hold the smoke in for a while before coughing.
"How does it feel?" he asked, watching ash fall on the improvised ashtray.
"Less awful than the first time."
"Great. I guess."
She wasn't giving up. After a while she wasn't even coughing anymore.
"I never told you, but I'm tracking Crane," he said. Was it now a good time to talk about it? Maybe not, but then, when was it?
"And where is he?" she asked, very much collected.
"Still in Paris. I could go after him." He had an idea of a plan, he talked about the details with Cindy a few days ago.
Snow let out the smoke.
"Go after him and do what?"
"Don't know yet. What do you think I should do?"
"He was a creepy little man. But does he deserve to die for it?" She wondered for a moment, then turned to him. "Yes, he does," she stated matter-of-factly.
