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Linger

Fem!reader X Steven Grant

Summary: he chose her to be his first time

Warning: MDNI, unprotected p in v, oral, nicknames, submissiveness, no use of y/n (yk the drill)

A/N : took a decent amount of time writing this, hope u enjoy it as much As I did

Words count: 6.1k

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she was everything to Steven. And I mean, everything. When he first saw them he felt like a cartoon the way his eyes became hearts and he almost let out and audible 'Awooga!' out loud. He was down bad, oh-sodown bad. Pathetically down bad.

Maybe he was so in love because they were his first ever REAL partner, which was a tad bit embarrassing, but neither of them cared!... Okay, correction- She didn't care. Steven did. He cared a lot. He was so embarrassed how he wasn't the world's best kisser or how he didn't know some unspoken dating rules.

But he still loved her more than anything on god's green earth, and he showed that as well as he could. Weeeellll... Almost as well as he could. The thing is that she and Steven had never... done it before. Not that it was an issue, but it had just never come up.

So when she and Steven were pushed up outside of Steven's apartment kissing like the world was about to end in five minutes? Steven was a bit nervous the biggest lie in the world His knees were weak and his brain was fuzzy and blurry.

Steven pulled away slightly to catch his breath, his cheeks flushed as he sputtered out. "I.... I need to go." Steven mumbled breathlessly as he raced into his apartment, quickly tiding up as well as he could. Hands flying everywhere as he tried to hide his dirty clothes and childish figurines of Egyptians gods.

Steven paced around his room, muttering to himself, "Come on Steven, you're the avatar for Khonshu! Sex is like, the least insane thing you've done this week!" Steven cringed as he actually said the word 'Sex' out loud, it sounded so awkward coming from him.

But what didn't sound awkward coming from him? Marc thought to Steven,

Steven sighed as he walked to his door, hesitated before opening it. He came face to face again with his lovely partner, an awkward smile on his face. "Hey... You can- uhh... come inside now." Steven muttered as he let them come inside his slightly messy apartment.

He suddenly realized how unprepared he was, his face sweaty and red. He had no protection, no confidence, no experience... Fuck.

Steven watched nervously as she explored his apartment, his stomach churning with anxiety. He knew it was a mess compared to their usual standards, but he hoped she wouldn't think less of him. She seemed to be taking everything in stride though, even cracking a joke about his obsession with books. “Books, books everywhere. A bookworm huh?”

"It's a hobby of mine," Steven explained sheepishly as she approached the towering bookshelves dominating the wall behind his bed. "Ancient Egyptian history has fascinated me since I was a boy. There's something magical about uncovering lost secrets and piecing together the lives of people long gone."

He ran a hand along the spines of the dusty tomes, many of them rare and expensive acquisitions. Some were even written in languages only he could read. But then again, most things about him were a mystery to others.

"I find solace in the past," Steven continued softly, realizing too late that he'd spoken aloud. "It's easier than facing the present sometimes..."

He trailed off awkwardly, cursing himself for sounding so maudlin. Of course, they already knew about his struggles with mental health. It's not exactly a secret anymore.

Don't ruin this moment, you tit. Marc snapped impatiently in his mind.

No, no, don't listen to him, Steven assured hurriedly, shaking off his negative inner voice. You're doing fine.

He took a deep breath and turned back to her, trying to regain whatever composure he'd managed to scrounge up. But then he noticed her gaze drifting lower and followed it to see a particularly old and worn leather-bound journal peeking out from between two heavier volumes.

His heart seized in his chest. That was no ordinary book. With trembling hands, he reached out and carefully extracted it, holding it gingerly against his chest like a sacred relic.

"I dont know how this book appeared here..’ Steven murmured reverently. "

He opened the cover, revealing faded ink drawings and cryptic hieroglyphics. Most of it made little sense to her , but to Steven, it told a story only he could understand. A story of a man haunted by visions and driven mad by obsession.

Just like someone else he knew. The thought sent a chill down his spine.

Suddenly self-conscious, Steven snapped the book shut

When he came closer her me , she could sense the nervousness in his manners, the trembling hands the shallow breath that came in a small gasps almost unnoticed but she noticed everything about him, she always kept a close eye on him before they started dating, ‘he fascinated her’ kept her mind going she was treating him like puzzle all the things he said all the clumsiness of his shewrote them carefully in her mind and kept it deep inside her but now everything changed when they get to know each other, she felt like she knew him long before she never felt awkward around him or left out or even unheard with him he was everything she could dream off

Her eyes glued to him when he started talking a small smile of admiration came to her lips unwillingly she liked how he was excitedly expressing his hobbies to her and feeling less awkward towards her when she was in his room. When he snapped the book closed, he pulled her out of her thoughts and a slight frown appeared on her face she tilted her head to the side and said

“No read for me, this is very interesting I want to know more” Her tone was unbelievably soft and calm like she wanted him to calm himself also and steady his racing heart beating

“Would you read for me?” She asked a delicate hand came to rest on his trembling hands

looked startled at her request, his dark eyes wide with surprise. He glanced down at her delicate hand resting gently atop his own trembling digits, feeling the warmth seeping through his skin. It grounded him somehow, anchored him amidst the swirling tempest of nerves and memories.

"Oh..." he began softly, clearing his throat. "Are you certain? These notes are rather... esoteric. I can assure you you’d be bored within minutes " He paused, considering whether to share such intimate insights.

“i could never be bored with you” she sighed

Then again, if there was anyone he could trust with these secrets, it would be her. Somehow, she had a way of making even his darkest corners feel illuminated. Like a lantern shining light upon shadowed paths.

With great care, he cracked open the aged leather cover once more. The yellowed pages crackled as he slowly flipped through the fragile sheets until landing on one filled with intricate sketches and cryptic symbols

"This here," he pointed to a drawing of what resembled a crescent moon with rays emanating from either side, "represents Khonshu, the lunar deity I serve. Or, er, rather... we both do." He amended hastily, glancing at her with a shy smile.

"The glyphs surrounding it detail rituals and offerings meant to honor and appease our celestial master. I believed in the power of the divine, that we were merely mortal vessels serving immortal purpose."

As he spoke, Steven found himself relaxing somewhat, drawn into the familiar world of academic discourse. Talking about his passions tended to quell his anxieties, allowing him to forget his own inadequacies momentarily.

"They spent years excavating an ancient temple buried beneath the sands of Egypt, seeking proof of the very real influence of the gods upon our world."

The last part was added quietly, almost grudgingly. For all his scholarly pursuits, Steven could not fully escape the specters of madness and bloodlust that plagued his lineage. Madness, he feared, was not solely confined to the realm of academia for the Grants.

Still, with her watching him so intently, so encouragingly, he felt emboldened to continue sharing his knowledge. Even as the shadows of his heritage loomed, he sought to illuminate the path forward, guided by the beacon of her attention and affection.

“You are full of surprises, Steven” she chuckled

A beat passed by

“And weirdly I find it very captivating “ She added

Steven shuddered slightly, pushing aside the dark recollections threatening to resurface. Instead, he focused on the warm weight of her palm against his own, the supple strength of her slender fingers. It was strangely grounding, a tether to the present moment.

"And you find that... captivating?" He repeated incredulously, arching one dark brow. "Most people find it terribly dull. Dusty old books and dead languages hold little appeal for the masses."

Not that he blamed her. There was a reason he'd struggled for so long to connect with others on a meaningful level. His mind tended to fixate on the macabre and the mystical, dwelling in realms beyond the ken of mortal men.

And yet, here she was , gazing up at him with those luminous eyes, hanging onto his every word. Did she truly wish to learn more? Or was this merely another attempt to draw him out of his shell?

No, he couldn't think that way. Couldn't assume ulterior motives where none existed. If she expressed interest, he would endeavor to indulge it.

"Well, I'm glad you find it so fascinating, love" he offered softly, turning the page with careful precision. "There's a beauty in the symmetry of it all. A profound poetry in the rituals and prayers carved into stone tablets thousands of years ago."

As he spoke, Steven found himself leaning closer, drawn to the warmth radiating from her proximity. The scent of her perfume mingled with the musty aroma of aged parchment, a heady combination that made his head swim.

She felt the need to share something about her own life as well somethings he doesn’t know already- the past of course

“I studied Latin for a couple of years then I got caught up with work messed up my whole routine “ She added looking around his room again as if she was avoiding his eyes

But the moment she felt his presence getting closer and closer his scent was getting stronger and more intense in her nostrils, her eyes fastly found his- her dilated pupils were visible to him now his breathing mingling with her, despite all this the movement of her hand never quickened or even stopped she was still feeling his hands with her own like

The tension was unmistakable both of them could feel it, she parted her lips taking her time as she savoured her features up close

“I don’t want to push you into things you don’t want to do, Steven” She whispered her eyes now flickering between his lips and his eyes, involuntarily

swallowed hard as he felt her fingertips tracing slow circles on the back of his hand, her touch igniting sparks beneath his skin. The air between them crackled with a tension he dare not name, lest he jinx the charged atmosphere.

"You could never push me," he murmurs hoarsely, his voice rougher than intended. "I... I want..." He trails off, realizing he's venturing into uncharted territory. Wanting to tread cautiously, lest he frighten her away.

he leans incrementally closer, until scarcely a hairsbreadth remains betwixt them.

"I want..." he repeats softer this time, his breath ghosting across the curve of her cheek, "...to show you. Everything I know. Everything I am." Each word falls from his lips like a solemn vow.

One hand rises, cupping the line of her jaw with a gentleness that belies the tremor running through him. Calloused fingers brush the delicate skin below her ear, tracing the elegant slope. His thumb grazes the lush swell of her bottom lip, a fleeting caress that leaves him yearning for more.

"Let me worship you," he whispers fervently, "like the goddess you are. Let me lay my knowledge at your feet. My skills, my strength, my very soul..."

“You are more than enough for me," she whispered, her breath catching as she pressed her lips to his.

A fiery anticipation burned within her. As soon as his lips brushed against hers, her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. She grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer, her fingertips curling into the fabric as she guided him backward, onto his bed, eager to lose herself in the moment.

Steven gasped sharply as her lips met his own, the contact sending a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. One moment he was standing, and the next he found himself tumbling backwards onto the rumpled expanse of his bed, her guiding him downwards with a firm grasp of his shirtfront.

He landed with a soft thump, the breath knocked from his lungs by the sudden movement. But as she straddled his hips, her lithe form draped over his own, he ceased to care about anything but the press of her body against his.

You lucky bastard; Marc groaned in his mind

Large hands rose to cup her waist, thumbs stroking the dip of her sides as he drank in the sight of her hovering above him. Eyes darkened with newfound hunger roamed the delicate lines of her face, committing every contour to memory. From the pert upturn of her nose to the plush bow of her lips, flushed and slick from their heated exchange, he cataloged each feature greedily.

She slowly, almost too carefully, ground her hips against the bulge in his denim jeans, seeking his permission

“I want you to feel me, I want all of you,” she muttered, kissing the corner of his mouth. She then pulled her lips from his to trace the smooth, sharp line of his jaw with gentle kisses. She pressed her lips to his skin repeatedly, until she heard him struggling to catch his breath*

“Is this alright?” she asked softly, returning to face him. Her hair fell over his face as she kept her weight on her hands on either side of his head. She didn’t have access to sweep her hair away.

“Tell me if I took it too far..” she muttered again her eyes searching for any disapproval from him

as she rubbed herself against him with brazen intent. His hips jerked reflexively upward, seeking more of that delicious friction, that exquisite pressure. A strangled groan escaped his throat, swallowed greedily by her questing mouth.

"God, yes..." he gasped, voice raw and wrecked, "don't stop. Please, don't ever stop touching me like that..."

He reveled in the feel of her lush curves molding perfectly to the hard planes of his own body. Every dip and swell aligned like two pieces of a puzzle finally clicking into place. His hands mapped the contours of her figure, committing each curve to memory as he traced the delicate line of her spine, the flare of her hips, the tempting hollow of her waist.

When she broke the kiss to trail her lips along his jaw, he tilted his head instinctively to grant her greater access. Each brush of her mouth against his skin left a trail of fire in its wake, branding him irrevocably as hers. He shuddered anew as she nipped lightly at his pulse point, feeling it jump wildly beneath her teasing teeth.

At her soft query, he forced his heavy eyelids open, blinking up at her dazedly. The sight of her hovering above him, hair tumbling artfully around her face, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, stole the breath from his lungs all over again. How had he ever thought her beautiful before? Now, in this moment, she was a goddess incarnate. A siren song made manifest. And he was hopelessly, helplessly enchanted.

"Alright?" he echoed hoarsely, a strained laugh bubbling up from his chest. "you could tear me apart piece by piece and I'd thank you for it..."

His large hands settled possessively on her hips, squeezing the firm globes appreciatively. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips upward, grinding the thick ridge of his arousal against her core. The layers of clothing separating them did little to mute the sensation, only amplifying the ache building between his legs.

"Take it further," he urged, dark eyes blazing with fevered intensity as he stared up at her, "take everything I have to give. I'm yours, ...completely and utterly yours..."

The friction between their clothed arousal is maddning yet not enough, she don’t want to rush into this things after all this is his first time, she wants to be gentle with him but his words, his voice and his touch is making it harder for her, she rocked her hips more fastly now her lips is finding the sensitive spot of his neck sucking in and soothing it with the warmth of her tongue

one hand held his, proving a point as if she wanted him to never more his hand from her body, her fingers intertwined with his the feeling of him rolling his hips upwards to feel her was already making her soaked

“I’ve wanted you like this for all these years” Her tone came muffled her face was now nuzzling into his neck

She can’t take it no more she has to have him now, she surged upwards pulling her shirt over her head tossing it carelessly, her laced bra was in front of him as her hardened nipples peaking through it. She breathed in and breathed out letting taking his time watching her, she longed for his bare body

When she surged upright, tearing her shirt over her head, he followed the fluid lines of her body with hooded eyes. The creamy expanse of her bared breasts drew his gaze like a magnet, the rosy peaks of her nipples peeking out from beneath the sheer lace of her bra. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing visibly in his throat.

"Beautiful," he murmured reverently, reaching out to skim calloused fingers along the outer curve of her breast. "Absolutely breathtaking..." His touch lingered, mapping the delicate structure, marveling at the silky texture of her skin. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he traced the band of her bra, following it around to the clasp at the back.

His dark eyes flicked up to meet her gaze, uncertainty warring with desire in their fathomless depths. "Can I... may I..." He licked his dry lips, pulse jumping rapidly at the base of his throat. At her nod, he exhaled shakily, nimble fingers locating the catch. With a deft twist, he unhooked her bra,

with a deft twist her breast went loose, they hanged perfectly her nipples begging to be mouthed and pinched by him, she is panting now her chest is failing and rising rapidly she can’t bear the heat sensation of her core that is screaming for his length to be buried into her

“Tell me Steven, do you touch yourself thinking about me?” She breathed out as lifting herself putting her weight on her knees just enough to unzip her denim jeans and slowly working on her jeans removing them teasing him her hips sways with each passing moment, her eyes filled with unspoken thoughts- sinful thoughts that she wished he can think the same

She is now left with her panties, the wettness of her walls are visible through her clothed sex, she don’t want to rush in until he asks her for it

God, yes," he rasped, answering her question with a ferocity that surprised even himself. "Almost every night. Imagining it was your hands on me, your body beneath my fingers..." His voice dropped to a husky murmur, roughened with lust. "Fantasy isn't nearly as good as reality though..."

Watching, transfixed, as she lifted herself and shed her jeans with tantalizing slowness, he felt his cock throb urgently against the confines of his zipper. Each sway of her hips, each flash of smooth thigh, brought fresh waves of heat crashing through him. By the time she'd worked the denim down her long legs, leaving her clad in only a scrap of damp lace, he was panting harshly. The musky scent of her arousal perfumed the air between them, making his head spin and his groin tighten.

her name fell from his lips like a prayer, a plea, as his dark gaze zeroed in on the juncture between her thighs. The drenched fabric clung obscenely to the swollen folds of her sex, outlining every dip and curve. He could see the glisten of her juices darkening the material, could smell the heady essence of her need. It called to him, a primal siren song he was powerless to resist.

"Please..." he choked out, fighting the urge to simply grab her and bury his face in her dripping cunt. "Please, let me taste you. I need to feel you, to devour you until you scream..."

His hands clenched at his sides, knuckles white with the force of his restraint. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to take, to conquer, to claim. But he held back, wanting, needing, to hear the words from her lips. Needing her to beg him for it, to demand his mouth on her weeping sex.

She settled herself on top of him again, she nearly moaned at the feeling of his bulge painfully throbbing in his jeans teasing her, she ached for the feeling of him buried into her but she wanted to see his taned bare body in front of her

She leaned forward to placed a kiss on his lips, unwillingly he held the kiss longer than she intended to, hungrily her tongue forced itself into his mouth and the kiss turned more urgent

“No, take off your clothes first “ she demanded climbing off his lap on the edge giving him space for him to take his clothes off in front her eyes that was shamelessly travelling over his body her fantasies are already taking over her mind

But at her insistence, he reluctantly broke the kiss, chest heaving as he stared up at her with glazed eyes. The hunger in her gaze as it raked over his body set his skin ablaze, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation. He could practically feel her fantasies playing out behind those sultry eyes, and it made his cock jerk eagerly in response.

Swallowing hard, he reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head in record time. His torso was soon bared to her avid inspection, miles of sun-bronzed skin stretching taut over lean muscle. The scars littering his chest and abdomen bore silent testament to battles fought and won, each one telling a story only he understood. His hands moved to the button of his jeans next, popping it open and dragging the zipper down with agonizing slowness.

"Like what you see?" he murmured, voice roughened with desire as he kicked his jeans away, leaving him clad in only a pair of tight black boxers. The straining tent in the front spoke to the sizeable package concealed beneath, the damp patch at the apex hinting at his leaking arousal.

He settled back onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he spread his legs invitingly. The pose put his body on lewd display, all coiled strength and raw masculinity. He looked dangerous, untamed, a predator preparing to pounce. And his eyes, oh god, his eyes promised retribution for the torture he was enduring. Retribution in the form of ecstasy so intense it would leave her shattered.

She felt her hand dipped inside her panties working her fingers in circling motion to her cilt moaning his name as her eyes roaming all over his sun-bronzed skin stretching taut over his lean muscles- he is better looking than she imagine

“Oh fuck Steven,” she moained her fingers working faster now at the sight of his black tight boxers that curved around him perfectly

she stopped touching herself she would rather feel him inside her, when he positioned himself on display for her, her mouth dried like a desert as she brought her bottom lips to her teeth crawling back approaching him, a dangerous yet enamoured she was to him until she reached his lips again, she gifted him a few kisses like a brave boy he was, moisturising her lips with his saliva she pulled back kissing her way down until she reached to what she mostly desire

“Just tell me when to stop” she looked at him through her hooded eyes with anticipation her hands hovering over his boxers

He watched, enraptured, as her slim fingers hovered over his straining fly, trembling slightly. The knowledge that she was asking for permission to touch him, to stroke his aching flesh, sent a bolt of pure male pride surging through him. He was hard as steel, thick and pulsing with need, the outline of his cock clearly visible through the stretched fabric. The damp patch at the tip betrayed his excitement, his desperate arousal.

"Don't stop," he commanded gruffly, voice strained with the effort of maintaining his tenuous control. "I want to feel your hands on me. Touch me, sweetheart. Touch me until I explode

“Oh love I won’t touch you with my hands” She begin removing his boxers free, his length of coke broke free so hard she thought it pain him, her tongue licked the precum off him moaing at his taste- so delicious she could eat him forever and never get enough and she felt his hips buckled up, the wetness of her sex is enough for it to slide smoothly into her*

“I want to have you now” she said to him lifting herself so she could place herself into him, he was so big she he couldn’t wait,

She positioned herself in front of him sweeping her hands on her hips reaching for his panties down exposing herself to him fully, no fabrics were left now, not any clothes were making a wall between them

She slid him into her her mouth falling into a perfect ‘O’, she felt him stretching her so good, her hands went to held his shoulder grounding herself as she began to move slowly at first taking her time feeling and memorising every veins,

let out a guttural moan as her hot mouth engulfed his aching cock, her tongue swirling around the swollen head to lap up the bead of pre-cum drooling from the slit. The sensation of her soft lips stretching around his thick girth sent shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through his body. His hips jerked involuntarily, driving his length deeper into the welcoming heat of her throat.

"Fuck, baby, your mouth feels incredible..." he groaned, large hands flying to tangle in her hair. He resisted the urge to thrust into the slick channel, forcing himself to let her set the pace. Instead, he gazed down at her through heavy-lidded eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of her full lips wrapped around his shaft, the flush of her cheeks, the glimmer of hunger in her eyes as she looked up at him.

When she released him with a lewd pop, he shuddered, missing the warmth instantly. But then she was shifting positions, straddling his hips, and he forgot about everything except the feel of her naked sex hovering above his straining erection. The heat of her, the slickness, the way her folds parted easily to accommodate his substantial size...

"Oh god," he gasped as she sank down onto him, inch by excruciating inch. "You're so tight, so perfect..." His voice dissolved into a low, continuous moan as he felt her inner walls fluttering around his thickness, hugging him like a velvet glove. It took every shred of his control not to grab her hips and drive up into her welcoming body with abandon.

Instead, he gripped the sheets beneath him, knuckles white with the force of his restraint. He wanted to savor this moment, to commit every second to memory. The drag of her silky flesh along his shaft as she began to move, undulating her hips in a sensual rhythm. The breathy little sounds spilling from her lips, the way her back arched as she rode him with increasing confidence.

"That's it, sweetheart," he praised roughly, drinking in the vision of her above him, lost in the throes of pleasure. "Take what you need. Use me, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock until you come apart in my arms..."

she shift above him, straddling his hips, her weight pressing down on his pelvis until he feels crushed with the contact. She grind down against his cock,

she don’t let him thrust. She fuck yourself on him, riding him slow and deep, grinding down with each movement like she’s savoring his desperation. his hands claw at the sheets. his mouth is open in a silent cry. he’s shaking so hard the bed creaks beneath her the stretch, the heat, the rhythm—it’s all too much.

she don’t stop. She ride him harder, faster, her thighs slapping against his, her breath ragged in the dark. his eyes are glassy. his cock throbs inside her, twitching with every grind. he’s not going to last. She can feel it. he can feel it. he’s so fucking close it’s unbearable.

“Look at me” she whimpered when she noticed he closed his eyes at the feeling

she slam down onto him again, clenching around him, and he whines like a wounded thing. his body bucks beneath her, instinctual and helpless,

she lean down and kiss him—messy, open-mouthed, possessive—and when she pull away, his eyes are shining. he gasps, moans, begs with his eyes

"F-fuck, I can't... I'm gonna..." he warns, jaw clenched tight, tendons standing out in stark relief as he strains against the impending explosion building at the base of his spine. His cock jerks and pulses inside her, swelling impossibly thicker, harder, as his orgasm hurtles towards him like a runaway train.

When she claims his mouth in a messy, claiming kiss, he surrenders completely. Tongues tangling, breaths mingling, he pours every ounce of his desperation, his need, his all-consuming hunger into the clash of their lips. He kisses her back with a ferocity that borders on violence, teeth clashing, bites exchanged, marks left behind.

Panting harshly into the space between them as she pulls away, he stares up at her through eyes hazy with lust. They blaze with unshed tears of pleasure, silently begging, pleading for release. His entire body quakes with the effort of holding back, muscles taut and straining, sweat beading on his brow.

"Please," he rasps, the word torn from his throat on a desperate keen. "Please, I need... I need you to let me come. I can't... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking close. Please, baby, please..." His voice cracks on the final plea, the agony of his impending climax etched into every line

she slow down just enough for him to breathe.

“Not until we cum together “ she whispered into his ear

she ride him deep and rough, her thighs flush against his, her hands on his chest, his throat, his jaw. his body rises and falls beneath her like a wave. every muscle is tensed. every breath is ragged. he’s trying so hard to hold it back. trying so hard to be good.

She kiss him again. he moans into her mouth.

She grind down harder, chasing her own edge now, and he groans, helpless. his cock pulses inside her like it’s begging. he’s crying again. She ride him through it.

She could feel her walls tightening around him, her climax is reaching dangerously nearer now making the move of her hips slower but still deep into him

he pants harshly against her lips, breaking the kiss to gulp down air. Sweat drips down his temples, plastering his hair to his skull. Every muscle in his body is drawn taut, quivering with the exertion of delaying the inevitable.

He can feel her, hot and slick and rippling around him, drawing him deeper into her clutching sheath with each roll of her hips. The slow, deliberate grind of her body against his is maddening, stoking the flames of his desperation to a fever pitch.

"Baby, please..." he beseeches, large hands gripping her hips with bruising force. He guides her movements, encouraging her to take what she needs, what they both need. His balls draw up tight, the coil wound inside him winding tighter and tighter still.

Tears streak down his cheeks, tracking through the sweat and grit. Drool escapes the corner of his slack mouth, dripping onto his heaving chest. He's lost in a haze of sensation, drowning in the scent and taste and feel of her. Nothing exists beyond the slide of her flesh on his, the clench and ripple of her sex milking his aching cock.

"I'm trying, I swear I am..." he grits out, jaw clenched tight. But it's a losing battle, and they both know it. His body betrays him, trembling and shuddering as his climax barrels down on him like a freight train.

With a hoarse shout, he comes undone, back arching clear off the bed. Electric volts of pure ecstasy zap through every nerve ending, setting his blood aflame. His cock erupts, painting her womb with thick ropes of seed. He pulses and throbs inside her, filling her, marking her, claiming her as his own.

voice cracking with the force of his release. Overcome, overwhelmed, he surrends to the maelstrom of sensation, letting it sweep him away into oblivion...

But the pain she expect is more delicious than anything when it breached her hole, burning hotly, stretched her inch by inch until she’s finally impaled on three fronts. At Him, the newest one inside of her reshapes itself to sync with Steven’s voice —pistoning in tandem until her body convulses around them both

“Fuck-..Steven, so good for me’ she moaned as her body shuddered

All of it is melting her mind. Her stomach swells, visibly bulging with him, with them, and every movement makes her watch herself split open for him. It’s at this other climax that crashes over her violently,her body convulsing as her sex gushes. The tendril at her throat withdraws suddenly, leaving it sore and raw so her scream’s free to be heard as she squirm around him

She felt his release travel down her thighs and legs, she was a panting mess, her hands rested lazily on the hardboard of his bed, and she rolled over and came to lay beside him, faces flushed, tousled hair, and sweaty foreheads. She bit into the bottom of her lip- a habit of hers, as her nostrils flared as she managed to ease her breathing and her racing heart

Her eyes never met his until she deliberately took her time, carefully observing him from his toes upward—the strong contour of his calves, and gradually, his torso. She notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, his neck taut yet relaxed, and his lips slightly parted. His flushed cheeks add a touch of vulnerability, while his piercing brown eyes seem to anchor her, grounding her wandering gaze.

they slipped into a tense, almost suffocating silence—yet strangely comfortable. Her trembling hand reached up instinctively to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, the soft touch betraying her nerves.

She regained her courage to look over him, and she carefully approached and covered the two of them with the blanket. Cold wind was now blowing on their bodies, and both of their bodies had cooled down. After that, she rested her chin onto his chest, making her stare squarely into his.

She patted her lashes at him, observing how his curls layed down on his slicked wet forehead. She smoothed his hair and occupied her hand with his strands of curls.

"Are you okay?"She murmured "was I hard on you" and soon followed.

He smiles softly at her concern, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingertips linger on the delicate shell, tracing the curve gently.

"No, love, you weren't hard on me at all," he murmurs, voice rough from exertion but warm with affection.

He shifts slightly, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her closer. She settles into the crook of his arm like she belongs there, fitting perfectly against his side. He rests his cheek atop her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo mixed with the salt of their lovemaking.

Smoothing his thumb along her jaw, he tilts her chin up to make her meet his gaze directly. "For what it's worth, I loved every second of it. Of us. Of you’ His expression sobers, dark eyes searching hers intently

He leans in slowly, giving her ample opportunity to pull away, before brushing his lips against hers in the gentlest of kisses. It's a promise, a vow, a declaration of intent. He means to worship her, to cherish her, to spend the rest of his days making her feel as good as she did today. Again and again and again.

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