Author: Kimber Leigh (hipolyta_d)
Original Story: Untitled by foxtales
Summary: What it feels like...
Pre-reveal notes: This was harder then I thought it would be, but I am proud of the result. I hope you enjoy it too foxtales.
Disclaimer: The author makes no claims or inferences to reality or truthfulness. Moreover, this story is based upon the work of another author and recognises their creation.
The touch of his hands on my body is light and I'm unable to suppress a sigh. He says he's exploring, that just makes me smile. Over the last few weeks there has been lots of exploring, on both sides, so I doubt that there is anything left to discover. I tell him so, but the little bastard finds a way to prove me wrong.
The sensation of his hand on his cock, the way he touches me, the way he moves, is enough to make me lose coherency. I hear his low, rough voice as it attempts to break through the fog that has engulfed my brain, but doesn't make it. My perception has narrowed to his hand and my cock. He is intent on completely undoing me. And I am more then willing to let him
I feel the roughness of his skin as he runs a finger down the underside of my cock. I feel it linger on the sensitive bump there. The sensation makes me growl and grab for anything I can reach. When he uses a finger nail, the sensation rips through me and I let lose a sting of bare intelligible curses. Its too much, but I want more, need more.
Like it? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
When he finally takes me into his mouth, that hot, wet, inviting mouth of his, I moan and grasp at the bed sheets. There is nothing in the world that comes close to that feeling. My already heavy breathing becomes more laboured and I can only moan. Warmth has begun to pool at the base of my spine. When my hips thrust up slightly, his only response is to tighten the grip he has on them. I like the feeling of being pinned down, especially when its him. But I don't much like it when he lets my cock slide from his mouth. I whimper in protest, but he just smiles.
It seems he has something else in mind.
Its hard to keep back the moans as he uses his tongue to trace the same path his fingers had found earlier. When I feel his teeth scraping gently at the oversensitive skin, my eyes roll back and I give into the feelings. My hips start to move on their own and he doesn't stop me this time. I am so desperate for more. More contact, more friction, more everything.
Please, please, please. It becomes a mantra that echoes loudly in my ears, races in my blood. I open my eyes to find his. They are hooded and dark, and I beg.
His mouth is around me again, and I'm close, so very close, and he knows it, he can hear it in my strangled breaths, in my incoherent moans. The sensations of my orgasm begin to build at the base of my spine causing my toes to curl. I can't hold on much longer. I feel it as he takes me deep, swallows around me. My eyes squeeze shut. I cry out, calling his name, and come hard.
The weight of his head on my stomach is a welcome one. His fingers run over my hip, absently, and I relish the feeling. As my breathing returns to normal, I reach out and run my fingers over his back. I feel him shiver and I hear his sharp intake of breath.
Time to do some exploring of my own.
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