girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[Sex can always be just sex, but there's something about a kiss, especially a kiss that involves touching and breathing, and the sounds of hearts beating that makes things a million times more intimate. He'd literally been inside her body, but this feels as if he's a part of her, as well, and she lets the kiss begin softly before she opens her mouth against his, tasting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

It's there, she can feel it in a place she won't identify for anyone else, but it's there. Even here, with him, she won't vocalize it, but as she kiss deepens, so does that, and she brings her hand up to place her fingertips at the edge of his beard, teasing the edges gently, as if she's memorizing the way he feels, the way his kiss feels.

She is.

Giving in, she hums a kind of delight into what they're doing, her other hand solidifying its hold on his body, the rest of her making room for him even more comfortably between her thighs. She could let this continue for the rest of the evening, she's sure of it.]

[Sex could just be sex and a kiss could just be a kiss.

But this wasn't just sex and this wasn't just a kiss and he had known it from the moment he had come to her. From the moment he had pressed his body against her and felt her heartbeat. This was never going to just be sex, or just be a kiss. There was always going to be something deeper there, simmering hidden just beneath the surface. Something that neither of them would ever speak of, would ever allow to see the light, but they would both always know it was there, always waiting in the wings, dangerous and close.

Here, nestled in the space between her thighs, with her hands moving over him with gentle waves of affection, it was easy to let go of that control, to allow himself to get lost in that something. To pour it into their kiss, to taste her mouth, to sink his teeth into her swollen bottom lip and tug. To suck away the ache, to soothe the bite. To run his hands down her sides, to bring one up to tangle in her hair. Slow and sensual, as though he's finally giving her everything, giving her all of himself, everything that he had been holding back even when he had been inside of her.]

[What could have been passed off as a mistake will now be solidified as a habit; he's addicting and she's not going to be able to let this go. As his mouth moves over hers, she memorizes the way he kisses her, something that she has no business doing. The way his hands feel will fuel her dreams for a very long time and she arches into that touch, still moving under him as if he's going to start all over again.

She hopes he does.

There's nothing in that moment she wants more than to be unable to walk in the morning. She wants it more than she wants to breathe. She wants him to roll her back over, leave another set of handprints on her ass and push into her again and again until she's unable to remember her own name. Until she's so exhausted she can't remember what it was that started this whole evening.

Right now? She does. She remembers the video he sent and the way it sounded when he moaned her name. Now she's heard it in person and it's seared there, in her memory, forever. She'll definitely have to return the favor. For now, though, she'll lift her hips against his and kiss him deeply, silently begging him to continue, if he can.]

[There is absolutely nothing that he wants more than to leave her sore and bruised, leaver her bearing his marks for days to come. To make it so she can barely move once the light of day comes and he's forced to leave her side.

But he's not a young man anymore, and there are certain limitations to what even he's capable of. But having that knowledge gives him a certain advantage, means that he know how long it will be before he'll be capable of going again and how to keep her satisfied in the meantime.

Arms wrap around her tightly, holding her to his chest as he rolls them, feeling the soft mattress give way as he comes to rest upon his back, placing her on top. With both hands now free he let's them roam over her body, trailing down the length of her back to grab her ass, before placing another slap against it.]

[the sudden change in position causes a gasp and a small sound of surprise and then she's upright and on top and it dawns on her how truly big he is. looking down on him from this angle gives her a view that's really quite fantastic, even if she feels a little exposed.

still, he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be and she arches her back slightly, ignoring the way her cheeks pink up and the rest of her body takes on a similar flush, aware that he can see her entire body just like this.]

I like that. Do it again.

[she gives the order without really thinking about it, the sting on her backside warming it nicely.]

[Everything about her is flawless from his point of view, her pale skin flushed from their previous activities, marks from his hands and mouth blossoming along her body. She was exactly what a woman should be in his time, and he was thoroughly enjoying the view this position provided him.

A smug sort of smirk tugged at his lips as his hand came down upon her backside a second time, quickly followed by a third, liking how demanding she had been just as much as she had liked the sting of pain.]

Tell me what else you like.

[arching into the first slap, and then the second, her breath hissing as she felt it more with each strike, felicity takes pride in the way his mouth curves into that smirk. it means he's enjoying it as much as she is and she bites her lower lip as she rolls her hips into his lap.]

I like having you this deep inside me.

[she's a little breathless; the exertion and the way he's putting his hands on her... it all combines to arouse her to this point, where she can barely speak without panting.] I like the way you touch me. I love it when you look at me like that, like I'm the thing you want most right now.

[her nails go to his stomach and she digs in - not enough to leave marks, but enough for him to know she could if she wanted to.]

That is because there is nothing I want more than to be inside you.

[Being with her, inside of her was addicting. She was like a drug that he had quickly developed a taste for and he would never be able to get high enough.

Arching into her touch, forcing those nails to dig into his skin just a little bit deeper, allowing a soft sigh to slip from his lips at the bite of pain they gave, at the way it only amplified the pleasure she was giving him. All of it was making his cock rapidly come back to life, hardened against her with each movement of those hips.]

You are so beautiful like this.

[The movements he made under her were as arousing as if he were on top of her directing how their bodies came together. In the way she ground down against him now, she could feel every inch as he hardened again. Like him, she was addicted to the way he made her feel; it wasn't just the physical, but the emotional as well and she closed her eyes against his compliment.

Felicity had no idea what he saw from that angle, but she knew here breasts were heavy, that her thighs were a bit bigger than what another woman's might be, but he was so sturdy that she didn't feel like she might be too much for him. He made her feel as beautiful as he claimed she was and, to give him more of a show, she brought both hands up to cover her breasts, then tease at her nipples.]

Tell me how good it feels.

[What he saw from that angle, from any angle was absolute perfection. She was the very picture of what a woman was supposed to be. Long, blond hair that slipped over pale shoulders. Heavy breast and thick thighs with wide hips and an ass that bounced beautifully each time he spanked her and with each and every thrust.

She was everything he said she was and so much more. It wasn't just what she was currently putting on display that intrigued him, but her intelligence, her mind and heart.

Hands tightened on her hips, shifted along her thighs, reached behind her to give her another slap as she teased herself.]

It feels better than anything else I have ever felt.

[Every time his hand connected with her backside, her eyes flared with want and she gave the tiniest of gasps, even as she clenched around him in all of her arousal. Never in her life has she been spanked in bed, but with this man? She wants it. She craves what he makes her feel and she moans his name as she rolls her hips against his.

She wants to believe what he's telling her because it's the same for her. This is what she wants.]

Don't stop.

[Her movements are slow but steady; she's enjoying the way he feels and his hands on her. The control she has on top and the way he looks at her from underneath her all give her a sense of power that she doesn't have anywhere else. He makes her feel beautiful from where she is and she exhales slowly as heat settles in her core.]

DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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