Kinktober Day 1
This is my first time writing smut to post out in the wild, thank @maxwell-demon for the push for it. He is great and you should follow him.
Some of my work will not have too much story, just straight to the point. Others will be a bit more full. Hope anyone that reads it enjoys it and comes along with me in this journey. 💜
Day 1. Cockwarming.
Content: Cockwarming, Sex, Established Relationship, Masturbation, Cis, hetero pairing.
“Fuck..”
“Don’t moan, I’m trying not to move on you!”
“I told you, this won’t last long..people online have no idea what-,” he bites his lip as he adjusts himself on the gaming chair, holding on to her hips, gripping at how good the warmth of her is feeling.
Through gritted teeth she says, "But so many people talk about it, it can’t just be a shared fantasy. I’ll game and you sit there, okay?" His movement underneath her is testing her own fortitude. The fullness is just like she imagined, but the need to make him make more noises is a drummer crescendo. After a deep breath, she begins a round of her game, slowly sweating and blushing, rubbing their feet together, trying to offset some of the pressure.
He follows her breathing pattern, his hands roaming the shape of her body. He had googled how long the average cock stays hard and now the that knowledge has become a worry that he is trying to keep out. As his hands roam the hips of his excited partner he recalls their face when this was brought up.
Her face was mischievous. Wearing the smile that could get him to agree to almost anything. She laughed at his ignorance and then at his doubtfulness of the act. “No one can stay hard for that long, plus I’m sure no one is thinking about the lube needed for this..” he said, laughing while the fantasy of them two recreating what they are currently doing formed. But her smile and excitement was something he could not ignore, it could not go without reward.
He felt the stiffness lessen, panic setting in. His hands felt her up desperately, hoping his hands could remind him of what this was all for, her pleasure. Her thighs, soft but strong. The hips, something she cursed until she turned 25, her back muscular and covered with tattoos, her feature of pride, always a flex of hers. There is nothing he doesn't find beautiful..”Baby..”
She was not paying attention to the game, her mind battling the urge to grind on him and the want of experiencing this act. But the fullness grew in intimacy and desperation. His breathing was intoxicating and his hands felt like the first time he ever touched her, hesitant and shy, not wanting to make a mistake but desperate to know more. She begins to remember how his eyes brighten up when she gets excited about something, how attentive he is and how prepared he is to humor anything she brings up. Sometimes his face alone can help her get there, when it's just her and her toys, something she has yet to share. She hears his raspy voice and melts, “Yes?”
“Please..I can’t anymore.”
“You may..”
His hands find their way to their hips, leaning her off before pulling her back on him, the first thrust. He moans in a stuttering breath, almost tearful. Her head falls back as she gives in to him. She runs her nails across his thighs and her own, leaving connecting tracks as she joins his own moans, eyes closed, with every thought melting away. Each thrust is shorter in time between, as the gasps and moans between them both become a conversation of lovers. Her hands caress their way to her clit, fingers spreading themselves as they speak through shaky breaths, “Stop for a moment, stay inside as I..” She didn’t have to finish her sentence before he had pulled her down, making her full completely once again, holding on to her tightly as he waited.
She licks her other hand’s fingers as it joins between their thighs, rubbing their exposed clit in tight circles, hips grinding back and forth as she feels him stiff and deep, his hands possessive in their dedication. As the pressure builds she begine to hold her breath, biting her lip as every bit of her body becomes wrapped up in the coming storm of pleasure.
“Breathe baby..” he whispers and with that, her back arches back and then forward with a big gasp as she clenches around him, as the tide washes over and smaller waves follow, her body giving small shakes.
He smiles as his fingertips comfort her, “You know it's better when you are breathing silly..”
She lets out a small chuckle as she leans back and rest against his chest. “You haven’t finished yet, you can use me.” she whispers, still aroused.
“Yeah, but I want to enjoy being inside you like this for a little, if that's okay.”
They nod and together they take a deep breath, their hands speaking the words many repeat but only lovers feel.
