"Spent"
Chapter Three
By darthelwig
These were their nights. Nights spent with sweat-slick bodies and trembling limbs tangled in her sheets. Nights where their only words were spoken in passion and breathless whispers. Night spent exploring and learning each other's secret places.
Like this night.
His head buried between her legs, her ragged breaths accompanied by the obscene sounds of his mouth and tongue on her cunt. Her panties on the coffee table behind him, lacy scraps of cloth long forgotten. Her legs spread wide, skirt bunched up around her waist, his hands holding her thighs apart. Her top unbuttoned, opened, her smooth torso exposed, breasts straining against her bra as her back arches. Her long hair spread over the couch behind her, head tilted back and eyes closed, but mouth open, lips swollen from kisses.
Her slender fingers, surprisingly strong, pull at his head, holding him closer to her core. She is hot and aching, and she is almost there, and she wants it. Her hips move, rolling her cunt up into his mouth, his tongue, determined to seek out her fulfillment.
He brings it to her, finally, with tongue on her clit and fingers in her slick passage, unerringly finding that perfect spot. He knows exactly how to please her. He has been learning her body for months.
This night, she pushes him down onto the couch, straddles him, her wet cunt pressed against his cock. She rocks her hips and slides her slick heat against his shaft, teasing them both. His hands go to her hips, but he doesn't try to take control, as if he could if she really wanted to keep it for herself. No, he lets her do as she will, even though she can feel his body tremble with need beneath her.
She does, eventually, take him inside of her, sinking herself slowly onto his throbbing shaft. He makes a strangled sound as she does so, and his fingers tighten on her hips, almost painfully. She smirks and starts to ride him for real, starting a slow, shaky, rhythmic grind on his cock. It builds quickly, and soon she is bouncing up and down as he fucks her. He pulls her bra down, freeing her breasts, and she smiles.
One hand braced on him, one hand on the back of the couch, she rides him.
He wants her to come, so he plays with her clit, her nipples, drags his fingers over every inch of skin he can reach. There is pride on his face when she comes, and he holds back, doesn't want this to end. He breathes deeply as he feels her come on his cock, and forces himself to wait. Her cries of pleasure are sweet to his ears.
They begin again, until he can see she is tiring, even through her arousal, and he flips them over so he can pound himself into her, bring them both to climax. Moments later, they are gasping and clutching at each other, breaths mingled between them. They hold each other's gazes as they come, united.
They tempt fate by fucking in public spaces, but always at night. It is only afterwards that they move to her room. She will sleep in his arms. These are their nights, laying spent together.