song_tra_bong | (no subject)

Ramon appreciates the way she moves and how she looks when she does it. Likes the way her skin is soft when he runs a hand down her side and over the curve of her hips. Enjoys the hollow in the small of her back and really likes raking his nails up the length of her tattoo.

'This still work?' he murmurs, close in her ear.

Based on the way she shudders, back arching convulsively, and hisses "Fuuuuuck", the answer is 'yes.'

He smiles slowly and lays an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder, fingers tapping an irregular beat along the inked-on pommel.

'Want you wet and ready for me,' he tells her quietly, pressing his cock against her ass.

She gasps.

"Don't--don't think that's going to be a problem."

'Never is.'

He laughs softly and shifts, kissing and licking up the length of the sword while his hand slides over her hip and between her legs, rubbing over her clit lightly.

She writhes, torn between pressing back into his mouth or forward into his hand.

"Oh God--"

Exactly how he wants her to be. And he takes his time, they've got plenty of it. Every last bit of that tattoo gets attention from tongue or lips, he works from bottom to top and by the time he gets to the tip of the hilt, his fingers are pushed back inside her, working a steady rhythm while his thumb keeps pressure on her clit.

She making noises almost continuously now--soft, desperate and needy. They're only fragments of words, but something that might be 'please' figures prominently.

He can't wait any longer - this is getting to be torture. His slides a hand under her thigh and pushes it upwards, moving to fit himself between her legs from behind. It takes a moment to find the right angle but then he pushes in, just an inch, groaning at the tightness round the most sensitive part of his cock.

'You want this?' he murmurs in her ear, through clenched teeth. 'Tell me you want it.'

"Of course, I want it," she hisses through clenched teeth.

"Can't tell me you can't feel it, and you can't tell me you don't want it just as bad."

He laughs, though it's a strangled sound.

'Got me there.'

And wastes no more time, pushes into her with one sharp thrust, starting a rhythm that's fast and hard.

She moans, rocking back against him as one hand scrambles for purchase on the edge of the bed.

got you here got you now got you always

He grabs her hip and holds it hard, all the better for pounding it into her. The hand not holding him up grabs her breast, squeezing and kneading as he groans at the tightness of her.

She hates that she can't see his face, hates that she can't hold him properly, but in the end she doesn't care because it feels too fucking good.

Her other hand reaches back, nails scraping over his hip and thigh, just wanting to touch him.

He hisses out at the pain; it makes this better, sends new waves of pleasure through his body.

'Sadist,' he says, amused though his voice is strained.

She laughs raggedly.

"And you love it."

'Maybe.'

He laughs too and pulls out of her, shifting to sit at the end of the bed with his back against the wall.

'Come here.'

She pouts, but rolls over and follows him.

He points down the bed, away from him.

'Face that way.'

Mary Anne slings a leg over his hips and lowers herself back down onto his cock with a groan.

"Oh, God--"

'Ohhhyeah.'

His head falls back, gripping her hips as she moves on him, pushing up into her as best he can. He's not watching her on purpose; it always drives him crazy.

She braces her hands on his thighs, rocking down to meet him.

He groans, deep in his throat and lets go of one hip, places his hand on the blade of the tattoo, scratching lightly.

'You look good. Feel fucking great.'

And then some.

She shudders, fighting the urge to twist awayinto the touch.

"You make me feel good," she gasps.

'It's not hard.'

He smirks, then leans forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest.

'Better enjoy it while it lasts. I expect your husband will be stopping it soon enough.'

He's murmuring it into her neck, breathing hard because he hasn't stopping moving in her.