You hear fabric shuffling and assume that he is readjusting, but you can feel the heat of his body leaving your side. Just as you open your eyes, Ardyn lowers his head between your thighs. At the feeling of his tongue joining your fingers, a particularly loud moan leaves you like it’s been punched out of you. One dangerous lick at where your fingers are buried inside and then the tip trails up to your clit, and you jerkily move your hand to allow him access. He purses his lips around the sensitive nub and then you’re coming hard, bucking, and crying out his name.
And Ardyn doesn’t stop, keeps licking at you until pleasure borders on pain and there are tears in your eyes, and you are forced to push him away with both hands to get him to stop and you’re sure your pussy’s humming from the strength of your release. He pops your fingers into his mouth, moaning, and he presses his free hand into your lower belly, rubbing it in comforting circles as you because you tremble your way through the aftershocks, feeling distinctly unmoored. Cooing, he presses his warm body against yours, and you tiredly sink into the mattress, contented by the feeling of him against you.
“Yes, that’s it. Let go.” He says, brushing your hair away from your forehead with his fingertips.
His elbows are propped up just outside of your shoulders, and his eyes are warm where they linger on your sweaty face. Still trembling, you cling to him. He kisses away tears you didn’t know were falling, and then your sniffling nose, and then finally your lips. You kiss him back, desperately. You want nothing more than to be close to him.
“Ardyn. I need you, inside, please—“
He nods down at you, eyes dark and glittering. He reaches for one of the many plush pillows you’ve arranged into a fort around you and lifts your hips. You let out a small squeak, quietly thrilled at the impatient way he handles your body as he maneuvers the pillow beneath your raised bottom.
And when he slides home, meeting no resistance from your wanting body, your mouth falls open on a wordless moan. Because Ardyn is not overly endowed but he is thick and uncut, and the friction against your walls, still sensitive and twitching from your last release, is lovely. You clench around him when he’s in you deep, balls warm against your ass and wet from where your slick has already leaked out around him during his first few experimental thrusts.
You thread your arms around his broad shoulders and hold him as he begins to move, simply grinding against you, hitting that spot. Soon, he grows impatient and begins to take his pleasure in earnest, a rare growl rumbling in his chest as you roll your hips up into his thrusts. He fits into you deliciously, and the angle is perfect and you’re so in love and oversensitive that you’re orgasming again before long, muffling your cries into his neck. There is a filthily wet sound coming from between the two of you, where you’re twitching rhythmically and his cock spears into your clenching body.
Ardyn curses into the crown of your hair. Holding you flush against him with one arm, he braces the other hand against the bed and pumps into you at a jerky and disjointed pace. He groans, low and long, as he comes, filling you up.
The two of you fall back against the bed, and you stroke his back as he works his way down from his high, still pumping his waning length into your pussy. Eventually, he calms and pulls out, slowly.
The two of you kiss languidly, for a time, and you’re on the verge of a light doze when he asks, voice soft, “Do you think we made a new life, just then?”
You give him a contented smile and cup his cheek. “I wouldn’t be averse to that.” You answer, coy.
He chuckles and kisses you again.
When you awaken, it’s to the sound of waves crashing.
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Date: 2017-03-03 02:40 pm (UTC)And Ardyn doesn’t stop, keeps licking at you until pleasure borders on pain and there are tears in your eyes, and you are forced to push him away with both hands to get him to stop and you’re sure your pussy’s humming from the strength of your release. He pops your fingers into his mouth, moaning, and he presses his free hand into your lower belly, rubbing it in comforting circles as you because you tremble your way through the aftershocks, feeling distinctly unmoored. Cooing, he presses his warm body against yours, and you tiredly sink into the mattress, contented by the feeling of him against you.
“Yes, that’s it. Let go.” He says, brushing your hair away from your forehead with his fingertips.
His elbows are propped up just outside of your shoulders, and his eyes are warm where they linger on your sweaty face. Still trembling, you cling to him. He kisses away tears you didn’t know were falling, and then your sniffling nose, and then finally your lips. You kiss him back, desperately. You want nothing more than to be close to him.
“Ardyn. I need you, inside, please—“
He nods down at you, eyes dark and glittering. He reaches for one of the many plush pillows you’ve arranged into a fort around you and lifts your hips. You let out a small squeak, quietly thrilled at the impatient way he handles your body as he maneuvers the pillow beneath your raised bottom.
And when he slides home, meeting no resistance from your wanting body, your mouth falls open on a wordless moan. Because Ardyn is not overly endowed but he is thick and uncut, and the friction against your walls, still sensitive and twitching from your last release, is lovely. You clench around him when he’s in you deep, balls warm against your ass and wet from where your slick has already leaked out around him during his first few experimental thrusts.
You thread your arms around his broad shoulders and hold him as he begins to move, simply grinding against you, hitting that spot. Soon, he grows impatient and begins to take his pleasure in earnest, a rare growl rumbling in his chest as you roll your hips up into his thrusts. He fits into you deliciously, and the angle is perfect and you’re so in love and oversensitive that you’re orgasming again before long, muffling your cries into his neck. There is a filthily wet sound coming from between the two of you, where you’re twitching rhythmically and his cock spears into your clenching body.
Ardyn curses into the crown of your hair. Holding you flush against him with one arm, he braces the other hand against the bed and pumps into you at a jerky and disjointed pace. He groans, low and long, as he comes, filling you up.
The two of you fall back against the bed, and you stroke his back as he works his way down from his high, still pumping his waning length into your pussy. Eventually, he calms and pulls out, slowly.
The two of you kiss languidly, for a time, and you’re on the verge of a light doze when he asks, voice soft, “Do you think we made a new life, just then?”
You give him a contented smile and cup his cheek. “I wouldn’t be averse to that.” You answer, coy.
He chuckles and kisses you again.
When you awaken, it’s to the sound of waves crashing.