JustAnotherNight2
Nibbling her shoulders and making his fingers useful to her delight, it was almost too easy to pull her flush against him.
She smelled of him, undeniably. Sweat mingled with her more personal scent and his own messy addition. He could rarely get enough of it.
It was ridiculous how smitten he was with her. It hadn’t happened before. Not that badly.
An easy thought, though, when there were soft, impatient whispers and moans coming from the soft woman in front of him, pressing back into his groin. Moans growing more needy when he decided to bite down on a tensed muscle just right of her neck.
It almost pained him to remove himself from her. Condoms being a non-negotiable part of their moments together.
Worse today, again. She might often be grouching at him, but there was a lot of trust he simply… hadn’t expected.
She also whined when he had to leave her warmth, ripping the plastic and rolling down the rubber, until he could delve back into her.
No lubrication needed, no further preparation, he could slide back in and feel her contracting around him and it felt like heaven. Warmth and pressure and friction and gods.
He groaned into her ear, drowning her scandalised noise with another bite into her shoulder.
“You… feel so good,” he said, moving in her, every motion reassuring him this was real. She squeezed around him. An answer.
His hands cupped her breasts, permitting a squeeze of his own, entangled their legs and pulled her in his lap, making her sit down on him, massaging those magnificent boobs.
Is hips could still work, while he pulled her against him: “Just imagine one day… one day-ANGH”
He bucked his hips and she made a slightly questioning noise between breaths.
One hand slid down to her belly, pressing down: “One day those might be… filled up… all taught and ripe and filled”
The rhythm she had started to answer his stuttered: “…n-nh?”
The hand wandered in a circle on her flat stomach: “Maybe after we agreed, I might have gotten you all round and full… even tighter than now”
He pushed a little harder, changing the angle slightly, got in deeper, feeling her, making her jump a bit.
“You’d love it, all needy and… full already”, he shuddered, “Oh, and your breasts, taught and so sensitive,” he rolled one hard nipple between his fingers and with the other hand controlled her rhythm a little, synching it up, her legs shivered slightly.
“I’d fuck you whenever you wanted, give your full belly massages, fill you more whenever you wanted, it would be amazing, all mine. Stuffed and taut and fucked and asking for more and harder a-AH!”
She came. Around him, shivery legs and leaning a bit forward and squeezing him tight, sending his mind flowing over the edge once more, pressing, fingers digging into her hip, letting two moans filling the room, almost unbearable heat where they are joined together.
He still rode it out, held her there. Once, twice, a sigh escaping her, still spasming around him, hard.
It stopped eventually, breathing normalising for both of them.
And then she… got down, taking care of the rubber this time. And curled up against his side.
“I… suppose you did enjo-“
“Sh. Not a word”
He stared at her for a second before he kissed her head: “Good night, Trinity”
“Sleep, Dick,” she said, but kissed his throat before nestling against him again.
… Richard would remember that.
