"Spent"
Chapter Forty-Seven
By Darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
A/N: This chapter deal with some dubious consent, so PLEASE be aware, and if that might be a trigger for you, you might want to skip this one.
Fingers on her hip. Teeth scraping her shoulder. The movement of the bed underneath her. She slowly climbs towards consciousness, blinking sleep from her eyes.
Fingers between her legs. A strong hand positioning her. Then a gasp torn from her as he enters her in one long, smooth thrust.
Stillness for a second as he lets her adjust, and then he is fucking her. Deep, hard strokes pressing her into the bed, driving the breath from her lungs. She is fully awake now, pinned under him on her belly, face pressed into her pillow. He drives himself into her like he can't get deep enough, can't get enough of her, and she reaches back to clutch at his head where he is sucking marks into her shoulder. He slows for a moment, and she senses his uncertainty.
"More," she moans, and he renews his assault on her, her body welcoming his invasion with heat and wetness and a throbbing pleasure that builds until she is grinding her clit against the bed with every thrust. She tries to brace herself, to gain some sort of traction, but he grips her wrist and pins it to the bed. She has no choice but to accept what he gives her, however he gives it.
The knowledge has her moaning.
His pace quickens. He hammers into her so desperately her teeth click together. She will feel him between her legs all day. She never wants to stop.
He lets his body be a hard weight on top of her, solid and unyielding. His breath tickles her ear. He releases her wrist only to slide his hand under her and pinch her clit, and then she is coming, wild, uncontrolled. She thrashes beneath him, her pussy clenching and pulsing on his cock, and he presses into her once, twice more as he falls apart with her.
She recovers slowly, stretches and smiles as she feels him still inside her, where he belongs.
"Good morning," she says. Feels him smile against her back.
"You asked me to wake you," he says almost shyly. It warms her heart that he can be so soft after everything.
"Thank you. You did good." He starts to pull away, to remove his weight from her, but she grabs his hand. "Don't go."
"Alright," he says, and she can hear the happiness in his voice, feel it in the way he pulls her close as he settles on top of her. "But you do need to get up soon."
"That's later. This is now." She snuggles into him and closes her eyes.