Nah, 'cause maybe I just want to be the only one who knows about it.
[ she breathes harder, rougher, those quiet pants across the parting of his lips and when his hips rise from beneath her it has the added benefit of easing more of him inside her body, prompting another gasp from her lips. she almost doesn't know what right it has to be this good, this overwhelming; maybe she's a little tighter around his cock now without any aphros making her hot and raring to go but she's plenty aroused on her own from being warm and sleepy and getting to be this close where it's just the two of them, no one else.
she nuzzles into his cheek and then whimpers when his hand nudges between the spread of her thighs, finds her clit to touch her there; it makes her hands clutch down hard on his shoulders and she rounds down again, almost in playful retaliation but also because she likes the way he groans every time she envelopes more of him in the clutch of her heat. ] And maybe I've always been more of a bad girl.
Feel pretty damn good to me. [ Hellboy arches himself up into her, seeking more, wanting to make her gasp and make more of those soft noises. He shifts his hand to slide the pad of his thumb over her clit, fingers spreading over her lower belly between her hips, more keeping his hand there for her to grind against than trying to work up against her.
Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.
[ it’s slow and perfect, so much so that she can really take the time to let her feel every inch of his cock sliding into her, the movements of their bodies enabling her to take more each time — and he keeps his thumb a steady pressure against her clit, lets her control the rhythm of how she seeks it out over and over as she rolls toward his body, the warmth of his hand spreading over her.
thing is, she doesn’t always think that hard about how she looks. sure, she knows she’s hot, but hot and beautiful aren’t always the same thing and here she lets herself feel it, lets it wash over her skin as much as his touch does, lifting herself up and dropping back down again, a steady ride. ]
You look for me. [ she braces a hand against his chest, lips curving halfway in a smirk, and every time she exhales there’s more harshness in it, occasionally a moan too, soft and satisfied because he’s already stroking her innermost places like this and he’s not even fully inside her yet. ] ‘Cause I’ve already got a view of my own, and it’s one of the best fuckin’ things I’ve ever seen.
[ As distracted as he is, Hellboy can't let that remark pass without a grunt of disbelief, though he's not committed enough to do more than that for now, especially with her riding him like she's born to be there, easy and sweet as the wintery afternoon sunlight coming through the windows, gilding the stray curls of her hair.
When she settles a little deeper he lets out a sharp breath and lifts his hips up to meet her, the need running through his body starting to tighten low down in his belly, in his balls and the long muscles of his thighs. He moves his thumb against her, then reaches down to touch where they join, his hard wet cock disappearing into her, the slick heat between them.
Lifting that hand and not taking his gaze off her, he takes the tips of his fingers into his mouth for a moment, tasting the two of them, tangy and salty, then reaches out to brush his fingertips invitingly over her lower lip. ]
[ if it's even possible, she thinks she might clench down even harder against him when he dips his hand between the vee of her thighs and then retrieves that glistening evidence where they're joined together; it's bright enough in here now for her to see it, that gloss on his fingertips before he slips them into his mouth, one of the most casually obscene things she's ever seen.
it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]
Ah, Harley -- [ Her name falls from him like a prayer as she takes his fingers into her mouth. He'd expected it to feel good but the eagerness of her response, the hot wet play of her tongue over those sensitive nerve endings and the hard suction against them, combined with the roll and slap of her movements over his cock, hits him with a strength he hadn't anticipated.
His body jerks underneath her, shoulders rolling up as his head bows forward and his heels dig in to the soft blankets, his tail writhing and his dick throbbing with his pulse as she squeezes around him. ]
God, if you -- keep going, I'm gonna -- [ He pants the warning around harsh exhales, his brow kitted as he watches her with something close to reverence at the hold she has on him. ]
[ she likes the sound of her name falling from his mouth like that, still low and vibrating but almost subtly higher too, more plaintive the way it gets when he's starting to creep closer and closer toward release. and she's moving faster than she ever has this morning, her own rising need and pleasure driving her to move until it almost feels like she's riding him into the freaking mattress.
his fingers slip from her mouth and now she doesn't care who hears them (even if she figures cass won't complain about these sounds), breathier and higher moans escaping now that they're not muffled, and she's dropping her weight down on him so hard that she can hear the slap in it when her ass meets his strong thighs as he digs in underneath her, gives her something supportive from below. ]
Do it. [ she's chanting it, goading him on, giddy, her lips parted for her own harsher breaths, and she shifts her body so that she's stretched out over him, hips undulating in a firm grind so she can rub her clit against the hilt of his dick. she wants to be in it with him, right there with him when he comes. ] Do it, baby, I wanna feel you fill me up. All the way to burstin', fuck. [ her thighs start to shake, knees scrabbling against the bedsheets, but she bears down and rocks harder, gasping with every exhale. ] I'm so close.
[ When she leans down over him, her hips still rolling and shifting, muscles clenching and rippling around him, he groans with shameless need, knees coming up a little as he slides into her counter to her movements, instinctively seeking the deepest point he can reach. His hand falling from her mouth finds her hip, then the curve of her ass, fingertips digging in and kneading as she starts to rock against him with equal intensity. ]
Oh, Harley. Ahh! [ His right hand reaches out blindly, but still careful, stone fingers sliding up her back, encouraging her down so he can rise up and kiss her hard and hot, panting sharp harsh breaths against her. As their mouths meet the last shred of his control breaks and his body tenses underneath her, ghostly sparks glittering above the pillows as the veil ripples and he jerks and trembles and spills into her, growling through clenched teeth and surely leaving bruises across her skin as he grips her, his own hips rising and smacking wet against her with animal intensity as he comes. ]
[ he's beautiful, all red and strong and blazing-hot beneath her, against her, inside her, and she likes everything about being the one who helps him abandon control like this, succumb to what he's feeling, chasing sensation until he's finally pushed over that edge. now they really are moving together, more frenzied rocking, and she squeezes her thighs tighter at his hips, a sharper gasp stuttering out of her when her inner walls ripple down the length of his cock. ]
There, there — [ she splays herself over him, meets him halfway in that deep kiss with tongues swirling, tangling, and rides out the waves of her own release while she feels him pulse and swell inside her, that feeling that always precedes him spilling, filling her with the heat of his come. that he's fucking her through it makes it even better, and she feels the slick mess of it roll down his dick to pool between their bodies as it leaks out of her too, makes her groan into his mouth because it feels so goddamn nice. she's still moving on him, though, not eager to slip off, not when he always leaves her with that deliciously full feeling. ]
[ Watching and feeling Harley come is pretty close to the top of Hellboy's increasingly long list of favourite things about her. It's always satisfying, physically and emotionally, to know he's brought her there and that he gives her that much pleasure, to know that she wants him that much. This is one of those times, though, where he's not able to pay as much attention as he might want to, still lost in the throes of his own release as he holds her and fucks her through the waves of orgasm, panting and growling, until his come and hers are smeared up between them.
Slowly the tidal surge subsides and he lets go of her, sliding his palm up her back to stroke her hair, encouraging her to stay close so he can kiss her again as he gets his breath back, more gently and lazily this time though with no less heat, closer to how they were before. ]
Ah, jeez. [ His hips twitch and he can't help sliding back up into her again, rocking slowly up against her, his mind and body humming with a drawn out note of pleasure. ] Goddamn, I love doing that with you.
[ she doesn't know if it's because she's not lost in the haze, the delirium of release as much as she would be if she had aphros spiking her blood, but she feels like she's noticing so much more about him this time, those deep growls that work up from somewhere in his chest while he comes, burying himself in her again and again until she can hear the fresh slick of it each time he thrusts deep. it's a sound she won't be able to get out of her head any time soon. ]
Mmmhmm. [ she's draped across him now, no tension left in her body, and even where they're still joined together there's nothing but warmth and tingling; she just grins down at him with a flush in her cheeks and sleep-mussed hair, savoring that slow and lazy exchange of kisses between them. ]
Never stops feelin' good. [ and with his release and hers dripping down his shaft, it's even easier for them to keep moving idly, preserving those delicious aftershocks. ] Feelin' amazing. [ she hisses softly, but it isn't pain she's feeling, not in the least little bit. ] And this time it's just us.
[ The sounds they make together, the slick movements of their bodies sliding over each other, the breathy gasps that rise out of her throat counterpoint to the rumble of his voice, are almost addictive; Hellboy finds himself wanting more even as those aftershocks ripple through them.
He leans up a little to kiss the line of her jaw and the curve of her chin, down the side of her throat, indulging himself in the soft sweat-salt taste of her skin. His hand skates down her naked back, enjoying the feel of having her whole body splayed against him, free to savour her in a way he hasn't been able to yet during their hasty chemical-fuelled encounters. ]
Mm. You mean it about staying here all day? [ He shifts his hips slightly, wondering what it must look like, the deep glistening red of his dick sliding still hard into her rosy come-slick cunt. The thought of it sends another tiny thrill through him and he feels himself twitch inside her, insatiable in a way he's never felt before. ]
[ it's almost, almost like she could get addicted to this, the feeling of him, still big and thick and persistently hard inside her, and what hits her even more is the fact that this isn't anything driven by a substance, anything they'd accidentally ingested either separately or together. the want that burns inside of her is entirely of her own making, caused by the person she's with, and that puts a giddy smile on her face.
she hums while he kisses up underneath her chin, over the quickened rush of her pulse, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while she arches, curves beneath the descending slide of his hand down her spine. ]
Oh, you know it. [ she can only guess how they look together, lax and entwined but apparently not down and out yet, not judging by the way he's moving beneath her and how she's finding the rhythm to meet him, and she pushes up to sit, hands braced on his stomach as she gazes down at him. ] Kinda feels like you're still rarin' to go, big guy. [ she punctuates it with a slow roll of her hips, groaning softly when she seats herself on a few more inches of his dick. ]
[ One of the many things he appreciates about Harley is her ability to keep up with him. Not that he'd feel any differently about her otherwise, but it's good to know that when he's still hard, still feeling echoes of tension pooling low between his hips and aching for more, she's likely to be there with him, wanting as much of him as he wants of her.
He's willing to go gently, though, when they're both still sensitive and rolling down off that first release. He palms her ass, rubs his fingers over the damp skin across the small of her back and just looks up at her for a moment, enjoying that slow shift of her body on top of him and the slippery heat where their bodies are joined. ]
Can't stop wanting you, sweetheart. [ He rolls his hips as she grinds down onto him, then pushes himself up with a grunt until he's sitting and can nuzzle into the side of her throat, licking and sucking gently on that smooth skin as his cock throbs deep inside her. ]
[ she has the advantage here of being well-rested — and this is a woman who catches sleep where she can get it in fits and starts, rather than stretching out in her bed against a warm body who makes it even easier for her to curl up and drift off. so now, she's newly energized, but it's paired with the warmth that's flooded through her in the immediate aftermath of coming on him like this.
the soft light coming in through the windows plays across their bodies, revealing the sheen of sweat and sex clinging to her skin, to his; she smooths her hands over him from where she's sitting up, his stomach muscles up to his chest, savoring warm and firm skin beneath her palms. ]
I know the feelin'. [ she gasps, then murmurs wordlessly as he shifts up underneath her, and she's sliding her arms around him, fingers digging into his back as he mouths the column of her throat. she wants him sucking hard enough to mark her, to leave bruises on her skin, bruises to match the ones from his hand gripping her elsewhere — and all the while they're still moving, still rocking, still idly chasing that pleasure. ] Just wanna keep you here.
[ It's easy to fall back into that slow pace now they're both satisfied, at least for now, though there's a low insistent heat burning somewhere between Hellboy's ribs and his balls that still wants to be quenched, a formless greedy desire for more even when they're the closest they could possibly be.
Encouraged by her soft noises, he sucks on the side of her throat, then lifts his chin to breathe in the shelter beneath her ear. ]
I want you again. [ His voice is a low gravel rumble as he passes the flat of his hand up and down her back, dragging his nails a little along the curve of her spine. ] On your hands and knees. Wanna bury myself in you.
[ she doesn't know how he manages to do it, make her feel small and eclipsed all at once while also desired and wanted; he easily bears her weight in his lap and when he sits up to reach her she's already instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist, heels hooking together above the base of his tail.
it's just the right amount of more and not enough at the same time, his mouth moving over her skin so hotly as she tips her head back, lets him take his fill of her that way in the marks he leaves on her. she's gently riding him from here, thighs flexing at his hips to move herself up and down, and the next noise that leaves her is somewhere between a moan and a laugh when he issues that direction. ]
Fuck, okay. [ she wasn't sure how she'd feel about orders from him when it was just the two of them but she likes it. she likes it a lot, actually. but vacating his lap means slipping off his dick and she groans quietly at the sudden loss of him, easing herself off and then carefully rolling to position herself on all fours for him, sticking her ass out with a teasing wiggle as she glances back over her shoulder. ] Like this, babe?
[ It's a small sacrifice to have her leave him, her warm skin sliding over his and pressed so firmly against his chest and around his hips as she rocks on his dick, and he comes close to regretting the idea when she gives that throaty laugh that he can feel all the way down his cock, but it's too late to call it back.
Any regrets are quickly given up, though, when she slides herself carefully off of his lap, leaving him to suck in an inhale at the grip and slide of her inner muscles and the cool wash of air over his wet skin. She looks breathtakingly good as she crawls out onto the bed, all long pale lines and curves, the pink arc of her cunt and the cleft of her ass offest by the black lines of her tattoos. He meets the gaze of those painted eyes and palms the warm sticky wetness over his cock, running his hand up and down his length, squeezing beads of pre-come that spill out onto his fingertips. His body is insatiable for her, as it turns out, and he's not complaining. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good. [ He shifts onto his knees and moves up behind her, positioning himself carefully, guiding the blunt head of his dick between her legs. With a grunt and a slow roll of his hips he enters her again, letting out a shaky breath at the new angle and the easy slide of their bodies joining, before leaning forward and setting his right hand up above hers, spread wide on the blankets, his body almost entirely covering hers. ]
Good? [ He murmurs the question, passing his left hand up her side as he rocks himself up into her. ]
[ later she might even realize that she likes this position best, when she can be pressed against almost every part of him, sliding against his strength, his heat — because when she has to get up off of him, peel herself away, she feels the lack of it, that warmth disappearing, and the shiver that runs down the curve of her spine as she crawls to situate herself out in a position that offers herself up to him isn't just from anticipation but from perceiving that cooler air on her sweat-slick skin, on the wet mess between her thighs.
when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.
[ It feels so good to have her like this that it's a little difficult for him to obey her request, the urge to fill her hard and fast rising in him, insisting on the sound of his skin smacking against hers until they're both panting and crying out, but as she rolls back against him he can definitely see the appeal of taking their time.
His stone fingers ruck up the sheets under her gentle touch as his dick slides slowly into her, feeling her take him all the way until he's pressing up against her ass, fully hilted inside her, her skin wet and hot against his balls and upper thighs, before he starts to pull back again. He lets himself slip almost all the way out before he rocks forward once more, the pace almost too much to take, but the reward of having Harley beneath him, the pleasure of resisting his own urges, is enough. ]
Oh, fuck. [ He huffs short, panting breaths over the top of her head, his cock throbbing inside her as he teases the line between taking and wanting. ]
[ that isn't to say she won't want it harder, faster eventually, but she likes the build-up too, likes to draw it out more for herself until she's veering closer to desperation and the need to be fucked. right now, she's just focusing on the delicious feeling of his dick re-entering her, more and more and more until he's nudged to her ass, her thighs and she realizes he's all the way in her again.
it's almost too much from this position, makes her even more aware of just how big he is, but before she can get overwhelmed he's pulling back, nearly leaving her altogether until she whines — and then that sound turns sharp when he thrusts forward again, nearly sending her forward. she's arching beneath him already, spine curving like a cat's, but the expression on her face is of total, incandescent bliss. ]
You wanna fuck me harder, don't you? [ it's not a tease or even a mean goading, although she does chuckle, her pale fingers shifting along the stone of his hand when she notices him clenching his grip in the sheets. ] You wanna fill me up again.
Yeah, I -- [ He interrupts himself with a low noise, a groan of pleasure as he buries himself in her again, another long slow thrust. He nuzzles into her hair, the curve between her throat and shoulder as he reaches up with his left hand, using his memories of her body to find her tits, rolling his palm across the hard bud of her nipple before he moves down, across her belly, still moving with the slick wet bliss of entering her. ]
I could come like this. So.. so close already. [ He kisses her shoulder as his fingers dip between her thighs, wanting to feel where their bodies are joined, wanting as much of her as he can touch at once before he gives himself up to that release. ]
[ she moans when he does, a low sound as the thrust of his hips offers her the sensation of being deeply stroked from the inside out, and her fingers flex and relax over his bigger hand. it feels like they're moving together now, slow rolls even while he's fucking her from this position, something that could be rough and primal but manages to offer just as much intimacy as when she'd been draped in his lap.
his other hand slides over her, traversing the curves of her body, and she lets him find it all, the curves of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples down the plane of her stomach to where he's moving into her, over and over. his fingers feel over her clit and she stiffens, tensing, and he'll feel that too, inner muscles gripping around his cock as she responds to the dual stimulation. ]
Yeah? Give it to me. [ she breathes the insistence, gripping the stone of his finger, and rounds her hips back into his again, groaning when her ass meets his thighs. ] Leave it all in me, baby, I want you to.
[ Covering her like this, he feels every inch of his size, in his dick and his height, his weight leaning over her, but for once it's not a bad thing. Something he's spent so much of his life regretting, albeit in a distant and private way, feels right like this, like there's no other way he could fit around her. He feels strong and protective, the same way he'd felt when she'd been in his lap but stronger now his body is rocking rhythmically over hers.
He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
[ it speaks to something all on its own that he's actually waiting for her, that he's not just bending her over and taking her hard and pouring himself into her body without thinking about whether she's getting any satisfaction out of the deal. but he pairs those urgings with the return of his fingers between her legs and she writhes, a sharp moan snagging in her throat as her head drops between her shoulders and a shudder courses through her body. ]
Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
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[ she breathes harder, rougher, those quiet pants across the parting of his lips and when his hips rise from beneath her it has the added benefit of easing more of him inside her body, prompting another gasp from her lips. she almost doesn't know what right it has to be this good, this overwhelming; maybe she's a little tighter around his cock now without any aphros making her hot and raring to go but she's plenty aroused on her own from being warm and sleepy and getting to be this close where it's just the two of them, no one else.
she nuzzles into his cheek and then whimpers when his hand nudges between the spread of her thighs, finds her clit to touch her there; it makes her hands clutch down hard on his shoulders and she rounds down again, almost in playful retaliation but also because she likes the way he groans every time she envelopes more of him in the clutch of her heat. ] And maybe I've always been more of a bad girl.
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Even like this, it's soft and gentle between them, a long way from the frantic encounters they've had elsewhere. The bed beneath him is comfortable and there's a deep, pleasant heat building in him with each movement of her body. He lets his gaze wander indulgently over her bare skin, taking in every detail he can, from the pink whorls of her nipples to the tattoos he both does and doesn't understand, far more meaningful than the dark line of his own. Idly, he wishes he had two flesh and blood hands, so he could explore those curves as thoroughly as he wants to.
He lets his head loll back against the pillows, letting out a breath. ] So God damn beautiful. Look at you, babe.
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thing is, she doesn’t always think that hard about how she looks. sure, she knows she’s hot, but hot and beautiful aren’t always the same thing and here she lets herself feel it, lets it wash over her skin as much as his touch does, lifting herself up and dropping back down again, a steady ride. ]
You look for me. [ she braces a hand against his chest, lips curving halfway in a smirk, and every time she exhales there’s more harshness in it, occasionally a moan too, soft and satisfied because he’s already stroking her innermost places like this and he’s not even fully inside her yet. ] ‘Cause I’ve already got a view of my own, and it’s one of the best fuckin’ things I’ve ever seen.
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When she settles a little deeper he lets out a sharp breath and lifts his hips up to meet her, the need running through his body starting to tighten low down in his belly, in his balls and the long muscles of his thighs. He moves his thumb against her, then reaches down to touch where they join, his hard wet cock disappearing into her, the slick heat between them.
Lifting that hand and not taking his gaze off her, he takes the tips of his fingers into his mouth for a moment, tasting the two of them, tangy and salty, then reaches out to brush his fingertips invitingly over her lower lip. ]
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it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]
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His body jerks underneath her, shoulders rolling up as his head bows forward and his heels dig in to the soft blankets, his tail writhing and his dick throbbing with his pulse as she squeezes around him. ]
God, if you -- keep going, I'm gonna -- [ He pants the warning around harsh exhales, his brow kitted as he watches her with something close to reverence at the hold she has on him. ]
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his fingers slip from her mouth and now she doesn't care who hears them (even if she figures cass won't complain about these sounds), breathier and higher moans escaping now that they're not muffled, and she's dropping her weight down on him so hard that she can hear the slap in it when her ass meets his strong thighs as he digs in underneath her, gives her something supportive from below. ]
Do it. [ she's chanting it, goading him on, giddy, her lips parted for her own harsher breaths, and she shifts her body so that she's stretched out over him, hips undulating in a firm grind so she can rub her clit against the hilt of his dick. she wants to be in it with him, right there with him when he comes. ] Do it, baby, I wanna feel you fill me up. All the way to burstin', fuck. [ her thighs start to shake, knees scrabbling against the bedsheets, but she bears down and rocks harder, gasping with every exhale. ] I'm so close.
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Oh, Harley. Ahh! [ His right hand reaches out blindly, but still careful, stone fingers sliding up her back, encouraging her down so he can rise up and kiss her hard and hot, panting sharp harsh breaths against her. As their mouths meet the last shred of his control breaks and his body tenses underneath her, ghostly sparks glittering above the pillows as the veil ripples and he jerks and trembles and spills into her, growling through clenched teeth and surely leaving bruises across her skin as he grips her, his own hips rising and smacking wet against her with animal intensity as he comes. ]
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There, there — [ she splays herself over him, meets him halfway in that deep kiss with tongues swirling, tangling, and rides out the waves of her own release while she feels him pulse and swell inside her, that feeling that always precedes him spilling, filling her with the heat of his come. that he's fucking her through it makes it even better, and she feels the slick mess of it roll down his dick to pool between their bodies as it leaks out of her too, makes her groan into his mouth because it feels so goddamn nice. she's still moving on him, though, not eager to slip off, not when he always leaves her with that deliciously full feeling. ]
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Slowly the tidal surge subsides and he lets go of her, sliding his palm up her back to stroke her hair, encouraging her to stay close so he can kiss her again as he gets his breath back, more gently and lazily this time though with no less heat, closer to how they were before. ]
Ah, jeez. [ His hips twitch and he can't help sliding back up into her again, rocking slowly up against her, his mind and body humming with a drawn out note of pleasure. ] Goddamn, I love doing that with you.
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Mmmhmm. [ she's draped across him now, no tension left in her body, and even where they're still joined together there's nothing but warmth and tingling; she just grins down at him with a flush in her cheeks and sleep-mussed hair, savoring that slow and lazy exchange of kisses between them. ]
Never stops feelin' good. [ and with his release and hers dripping down his shaft, it's even easier for them to keep moving idly, preserving those delicious aftershocks. ] Feelin' amazing. [ she hisses softly, but it isn't pain she's feeling, not in the least little bit. ] And this time it's just us.
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He leans up a little to kiss the line of her jaw and the curve of her chin, down the side of her throat, indulging himself in the soft sweat-salt taste of her skin. His hand skates down her naked back, enjoying the feel of having her whole body splayed against him, free to savour her in a way he hasn't been able to yet during their hasty chemical-fuelled encounters. ]
Mm. You mean it about staying here all day? [ He shifts his hips slightly, wondering what it must look like, the deep glistening red of his dick sliding still hard into her rosy come-slick cunt. The thought of it sends another tiny thrill through him and he feels himself twitch inside her, insatiable in a way he's never felt before. ]
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she hums while he kisses up underneath her chin, over the quickened rush of her pulse, lashes fluttering against her cheeks while she arches, curves beneath the descending slide of his hand down her spine. ]
Oh, you know it. [ she can only guess how they look together, lax and entwined but apparently not down and out yet, not judging by the way he's moving beneath her and how she's finding the rhythm to meet him, and she pushes up to sit, hands braced on his stomach as she gazes down at him. ] Kinda feels like you're still rarin' to go, big guy. [ she punctuates it with a slow roll of her hips, groaning softly when she seats herself on a few more inches of his dick. ]
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He's willing to go gently, though, when they're both still sensitive and rolling down off that first release. He palms her ass, rubs his fingers over the damp skin across the small of her back and just looks up at her for a moment, enjoying that slow shift of her body on top of him and the slippery heat where their bodies are joined. ]
Can't stop wanting you, sweetheart. [ He rolls his hips as she grinds down onto him, then pushes himself up with a grunt until he's sitting and can nuzzle into the side of her throat, licking and sucking gently on that smooth skin as his cock throbs deep inside her. ]
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the soft light coming in through the windows plays across their bodies, revealing the sheen of sweat and sex clinging to her skin, to his; she smooths her hands over him from where she's sitting up, his stomach muscles up to his chest, savoring warm and firm skin beneath her palms. ]
I know the feelin'. [ she gasps, then murmurs wordlessly as he shifts up underneath her, and she's sliding her arms around him, fingers digging into his back as he mouths the column of her throat. she wants him sucking hard enough to mark her, to leave bruises on her skin, bruises to match the ones from his hand gripping her elsewhere — and all the while they're still moving, still rocking, still idly chasing that pleasure. ] Just wanna keep you here.
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Encouraged by her soft noises, he sucks on the side of her throat, then lifts his chin to breathe in the shelter beneath her ear. ]
I want you again. [ His voice is a low gravel rumble as he passes the flat of his hand up and down her back, dragging his nails a little along the curve of her spine. ] On your hands and knees. Wanna bury myself in you.
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it's just the right amount of more and not enough at the same time, his mouth moving over her skin so hotly as she tips her head back, lets him take his fill of her that way in the marks he leaves on her. she's gently riding him from here, thighs flexing at his hips to move herself up and down, and the next noise that leaves her is somewhere between a moan and a laugh when he issues that direction. ]
Fuck, okay. [ she wasn't sure how she'd feel about orders from him when it was just the two of them but she likes it. she likes it a lot, actually. but vacating his lap means slipping off his dick and she groans quietly at the sudden loss of him, easing herself off and then carefully rolling to position herself on all fours for him, sticking her ass out with a teasing wiggle as she glances back over her shoulder. ] Like this, babe?
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Any regrets are quickly given up, though, when she slides herself carefully off of his lap, leaving him to suck in an inhale at the grip and slide of her inner muscles and the cool wash of air over his wet skin. She looks breathtakingly good as she crawls out onto the bed, all long pale lines and curves, the pink arc of her cunt and the cleft of her ass offest by the black lines of her tattoos. He meets the gaze of those painted eyes and palms the warm sticky wetness over his cock, running his hand up and down his length, squeezing beads of pre-come that spill out onto his fingertips. His body is insatiable for her, as it turns out, and he's not complaining. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's good. [ He shifts onto his knees and moves up behind her, positioning himself carefully, guiding the blunt head of his dick between her legs. With a grunt and a slow roll of his hips he enters her again, letting out a shaky breath at the new angle and the easy slide of their bodies joining, before leaning forward and setting his right hand up above hers, spread wide on the blankets, his body almost entirely covering hers. ]
Good? [ He murmurs the question, passing his left hand up her side as he rocks himself up into her. ]
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when she looks back at him the sight of him nearly takes her breath away, and her eyes are helplessly drawn to the movement of his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking their combined stickiness over the shaft, rubbing it back into the skin as he reacts to the sight of her in turn. he's magnificent, powerful, and completely uncovered, and she wants to stare at him for hours.
he gets up on his knees and positions himself, aligns them right, and then gently slips into her, and she curves forward, hands clutching twin grips of the bedsheets as she goes from being empty to so, so filled in one perfect instant. she moans then, when he leans down to cover her, his chest to her back, his voice in her ear, and she nods deliriously at his question. ]
Y-yeah, yeah. So good. [ her hand strafes up until she can rest it over the stone of his, pale and gripping around one thick red digit, something bracing but something that's him too, and she rounds her hips back into his, a gentle testing, starting to meet him in those movements, his breath stirring blonde wisps of hair against her ear, the nape of her neck. ] Do it slow like that. Let me feel it. Every inch of you inside me.
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His stone fingers ruck up the sheets under her gentle touch as his dick slides slowly into her, feeling her take him all the way until he's pressing up against her ass, fully hilted inside her, her skin wet and hot against his balls and upper thighs, before he starts to pull back again. He lets himself slip almost all the way out before he rocks forward once more, the pace almost too much to take, but the reward of having Harley beneath him, the pleasure of resisting his own urges, is enough. ]
Oh, fuck. [ He huffs short, panting breaths over the top of her head, his cock throbbing inside her as he teases the line between taking and wanting. ]
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it's almost too much from this position, makes her even more aware of just how big he is, but before she can get overwhelmed he's pulling back, nearly leaving her altogether until she whines — and then that sound turns sharp when he thrusts forward again, nearly sending her forward. she's arching beneath him already, spine curving like a cat's, but the expression on her face is of total, incandescent bliss. ]
You wanna fuck me harder, don't you? [ it's not a tease or even a mean goading, although she does chuckle, her pale fingers shifting along the stone of his hand when she notices him clenching his grip in the sheets. ] You wanna fill me up again.
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I could come like this. So.. so close already. [ He kisses her shoulder as his fingers dip between her thighs, wanting to feel where their bodies are joined, wanting as much of her as he can touch at once before he gives himself up to that release. ]
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his other hand slides over her, traversing the curves of her body, and she lets him find it all, the curves of her breasts and the hard peaks of her nipples down the plane of her stomach to where he's moving into her, over and over. his fingers feel over her clit and she stiffens, tensing, and he'll feel that too, inner muscles gripping around his cock as she responds to the dual stimulation. ]
Yeah? Give it to me. [ she breathes the insistence, gripping the stone of his finger, and rounds her hips back into his again, groaning when her ass meets his thighs. ] Leave it all in me, baby, I want you to.
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He feels her clench around his dick and moans into the valley between her shoulder blades, repeating the slide of his fingers over her clit, trying to be as gentle as he can while the need to come starts to build in him. ]
Come with me again. Love hearing you. Feeling you on me. [ He stirs her hair with his heavy breaths and starts pushing harder, deeper, each slide of his dick almost leaving her before he slams forward again. ]
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Red, m'gonna — [ she drops forward, bracing her weight more on her forearms, which has the side effect of tilting her ass up so that he almost sinks deeper into her from that angle, and she welcomes it all, the smack of his body into hers, the heat of his breath across her skin.
the new position makes it easier for him to hit that good spot within and she arches, squeezing her thighs together; she finally comes with a ragged cry, somehow knowing that he'll be right behind her, that he'll follow her over that edge, especially when he starts to fuck her harder and faster at the end of it. ] Fuck me, yes, please, please, lemme feel it.
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