latino_menace | OOM: Out

Another hard shiver goes through her as he takes that hard nipple between sharp teeth, and she gasps, clenching around him as he bites down. Goosebumps flare on her skin, and there's a soft, pleading sound on her lips.

"Let you do it any time you want, cariño." She bends to press her nose into his hair, smothering another whimper. Every time he bites, he can feel the tremor go through her.

He's hard and straining against her; can feel her wet and hot against him. But he makes no move to take her, just bites harder briefly before returning to a gentle nibble, lathing a firm tongue over that hard nub of flesh and running hands over her ribs.

Her hips roll against him, slick and wet along the hard length of him, her breath hitching in the back of her throat. Her fingers are tangled in his hair, nails teasing along his scalp.

Her head tips back, and her body arches, lithe and strong, revelling in offering herself to his mouth, her hips pulled in tight to his.

A few moments more and he can't resist any longer; he takes his mouth off her just long enough to raise her up with his hands, pull her forward and find that sweet opening, breathing hard as he pushes into her. But just a couple of inches, just far enough for her to feel him hit the most sensitive spots - he pulls his knees up so they're bent and jams his hands flat against his thighs, underneath her so that she can't sink any lower, left resting on his arms.

'You just sit there and wait,' he tells her with a lazy smirk, tongue flicking out over her nipple once more before he pulls it back between his teeth where it belongs.

"Oh Jesusmaryjoseph." Her accent is thick, her tone heavy and dark. He can feel the fine sheen of sweat rise on her skin. Her calves are draped over his arms and she can raise and lower herself just enough. It's delicious, sweet torture, and it lets her feel everything he's doing to her.

Again, her hands weave in his hair, just touching him, barely guiding him. This position feels so exposed, so vulnerable, so raw and intense, every swipe of his tongue makes her tremble. She's almost completely at his mercy like this, and right now, there's no where else she'd rather be.

He groans his agreement; torture is what it is but the best kind. She's moving so slow which is what he wants, especially as it's right over that most sensitive part of him, but it's agony. He eases his hips up and down as much as he can, slow as anything, savouring the way she slides over his nerve endings.

She can barely move, barely breathe like this and it's glorious. The sensitive flesh of her nipples seems woven somehow with the sweet sensations unfolding in her cunt. Every flicker of his tongue, every gentle nip of his teeth, and she pulses around him. Instinct wants him deeper, but he won't let her move, so she settles for rolling her hips in a decadent circle. Every bite gets another whimper, and her hands fist in his hair. Every soothing pass of his tongue, every press of his hips makes her tremble and moan.

The way she holds him drives him crazy, she always keeps him in so tight, like she needs what he does to her. He sucks harder, letting her drop an inch further down on his cock because she's making him ache and its killing him. He moans against her skin and his neck and shoulders are tight with need, muscles tense.

She lets out a frustrated cry, hands skimming over his shoulders. She can lift herself with her legs, and she does, lengthening their murderously slow advance and retreat. She can feel how thick and hard he is, and with each pull and press, she grips him tighter, wanting him to make that sound again.

The diamonds bite into her skin where her shoulders rise, but it doesn't even register.

"Please," she whispers into his hair and he can hear that need in her voice, completely without guile. Simple and pure need.

He relents; he has to. His cock is on fire and her slow slide on it is impossible to bear; a few more moments, a few more strangled moans and he's letting her go, letting her sink down on him and take him all, losing himself in her body.

Yes. Yes. He fills her, the heat of his blood radiating through her torso. Tangled up like this, she can feel his heart, beating strong and sure. He lets her legs slip back down to the bed, and though she doesn't have any more control than she did a moment ago, every twist of her hips grinds her clit against the base of his cock.

Slow and intense, strong and true. Her arms wind around his neck again, her ankles crossing behind his back. She takes his mouth in a languorous, open-mouth kisses broken only by the tiny gasps she makes when he moves, tiny fragments in Gaelic, both harsh and pleading.

He moves slow and hardly at all, just letting the smallest movements build them up. It's nice like this, all tangled together and deep kisses and having her close like this. He's gentle as he rocks carefully, fingers taking over from where his mouth was a few moments ago, kissing her deep and soft and taking all the time in the world.

Every time she thinks they can't go any higher, that they've had the best sex that any two people can ever hope to have, something like this happens between them.

She's utterly lost in the moment, lost in the taste and smell and sound and feel of him. She closes her eyes, focusing on the feel of his mouth against hers, thinking she could come from his kiss alone, but he's moving in her, deep inside her body, like he belongs there. Like she belongs to him.

Breath to breath, heart to heart, she draws the pleasure into her and feeds it back to him.

He takes it and gives it back easily, equally lost in her body, hands running up her back and into her hair. But he wants to bring her on, feel her fall apart while unable to really help herself out; wants her to come while relying on him to keep her steady. So he slips a hand between her legs while still kissing her deep, finding her clit with the tip of a single finger and stroking so gently over it.

Her body ripples with that touch, her face twisting up in a grimace. Her grip on him tightens, hands, legs, cunt, all of it. A tight pleading sound slips from her lips.

"Not yet."

He has her completely at his mercy, she knows. But this is too good to rush. He touches her again and she responds, sinking into that kiss again, knowing what's coming and powerless to stop it.

One last stroke (he can't resist it feels so good when she tightens like that) and he takes his hand away because if she wants to draw this out, he's fine with that. He wraps his arms snug around her again, letting her shift on him at her own pace, grind his cock to pleasure herself at whatever pace she pleases.

His hand shifts away and she doesn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. Her hips are already circling, as if she could get him deeper, and just that little bit of extra stimulation has set her ablaze. That sweet fire is burning in her nerve endings, and she curses, soft and low, against his mouth.

Slow, moving like waves against the shoreline. Sweat beads on her brow. There's a little flash of light, tiny dapples peppered across his cheek, and she realises, it's the diamonds reflecting the light from the lamp. She presses her forehead to his, biting her lip, a breathless laugh turning into a shuddering groan.

"Díos mío."

He grins, smug and breathless at the same time, loving that he can do this to her.

'Can't wait to feel you come,' he murmurs againt her lips, sounding amused. 's'gonna feel so fucking good.'

But he makes no move to hurry it along. In this case, anticipation is only going to make it better.

He's got her completely wrapped up in him. There is no room in her consciousness for anything other than the sound of his voice and the feel of his body. Another breath, another heart beat, washing away everything, leaving her open and exposed, laid utterly bare. In this moment, there is nothing else in her world but him.

She pulls him close, buries her face in his neck, clings to him as she rocks. Every push and pull, she tightens around him a little more until she's gasping for breath. Her hand slips down his shoulder and he feels it start, feels it deep inside her, rhythmic and strong. She doesn't shatter, no. It feels like letting go, drifting apart in a haze of heat and light, dissolving as the pleasure boils through her.

He feels it, yes; it's slow at first and then she seems to be gripping him tighter and tighter and it's heaven...he gasps out his breath, holding on through it, letting her go and go and go and making sure he holds back, not wanting to miss a second of it.

Edited 2009-11-25 21:01 (UTC)

The tremors move through her in waves, her body shaking and trembling, her hips trying get more of him, get him into that amazing, radiating pulse of bliss.

He's so deep, so hard, and she can't feel the end of it. She breaks hard, bucking against him, crying out his name against his throat.

Edited 2009-11-25 21:29 (UTC)

He closes his eyes and tries to remember to breath, holding back with everything he has. It just feels too damn good to let go yet and she rides him so fucking nice when she's coming on his cock like this; he groans, strained and desperate and lets her ride it out, trying not to focus on the sensation in case it makes him lose it.

She's lost in him, and he's so still against her. She hears his voice as if from a great distance, and gasps out a laugh, a sound not of amusement, but pure delight. She lifts her head, and sinks her teeth into the top of his shoulder, groaning out the last of her climax against his skin.

She wants to mark him in this moment, wants him to remember her long after the aftershocks have faded away.

Edited 2009-11-27 07:01 (UTC)

He draws his breath in at the shock of pain but it only adds to the pleasure swirling through his nerve endings. He'd like to be able to stay still and savour the moment but he just aches too much, so it's only a moment or two before he's lifting her again and trying his best to push up into her, seeking relief any way he can.

She feels his hands digging into her hips and shifts, muscles still trembling, pulling herself to her knees so she can ride him in earnest. Her arms curl around his head, her fingers weaving in his hair. Her lips press against his jaw, shuddering gasps, soft pleas urging him on.

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