Her shirt barely had time to join his on the floor before he was on her, trailing soft kisses from the scar on her collarbone to the smattering of fading bruises across her ribs. Charon stopped at her bra to trace his tongue along the fabric, dipping under just enough to tease at her rosy peak. Elle moaned softly as he continued down her stomach. He paused at the waistline of her pants, waiting for her to tell him to stop, but it never came. When he looked up, Elle’s eyes were heavy-lidded and her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Charon unbuttoned her pants with a growl and slid them slowly down her thighs. Elle kicked them to the floor clumsily once they reached her knees and Charon repositioned himself between her spread legs. Her panties were already soaked.
“Has anyone touched you like this before?” he muttered, kissing her inner thigh and slipping a finger beneath the fabric to feel her wetness.
“No,” she whispered, and he could hear the strain in her voice as she held back a moan. With a quick nip of teeth against her sensitive skin, he coaxed it out of her.
“And have you touched yourself before?” he asked as he circled his finger around her entrance slowly.
“Yes,” she whimpered, though Charon couldn’t tell if it was in response to his question or the teasing.
It didn’t really matter; Elle was squirming under his touch and that was his goal.
In one swift movement, Charon hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged down, revealing her sex to his hungry eyes. Every muscle in his body wanted him to mount her and thrust into the slickness at an unforgiving pace, but he resisted. Elle was still hurting, physically and emotionally. Tonight was going to be about her pleasure.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.”
She barely had time to think before his mouth was on her. Elle cried out and threw her head back as he ran his tongue along her folds, stopping just under her sensitive bud. She was sweet and musky, the most delicious thing he’d tasted in two hundred years. Her needy whimpers had him painfully hard, but he was going to make her scream before any release of his own.
His tongue dipped into her entrance before he slid in a finger and began thrusting gently. Elle mewled high and loud at the new sensation. Charon felt her hands at the back of his head, pulling him harder against her center. Her hips pulsed at an increasing pace, and he matched it, lapping at her clit.
Charon couldn’t remember the last time he had gone down on a woman, only that it had been long, long ago. Somehow though, the pattern of delicate finger and tongue movements that he had mastered in what felt like another life were coming back to him as if it had only been a few weeks. What was the expression they used to say? Like riding a bike.
Charon snapped out of his thoughts as Elle’s moans became more desperate, grinding her hips into his mouth with urgency. Every flick of his tongue caused her fingernails to dig into his skin as she rose closer to her climax.
“I- I…” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
Charon pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. She met his eyes with an expression that screamed agony from being denied release so close to the edge. Her breaths came quickly and her forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat. Charon had never seen anything more beautiful in all of his years.
Heavy In Your Arms - Part 7b/?
Charon unbuttoned her pants with a growl and slid them slowly down her thighs. Elle kicked them to the floor clumsily once they reached her knees and Charon repositioned himself between her spread legs. Her panties were already soaked.
“Has anyone touched you like this before?” he muttered, kissing her inner thigh and slipping a finger beneath the fabric to feel her wetness.
“No,” she whispered, and he could hear the strain in her voice as she held back a moan. With a quick nip of teeth against her sensitive skin, he coaxed it out of her.
“And have you touched yourself before?” he asked as he circled his finger around her entrance slowly.
“Yes,” she whimpered, though Charon couldn’t tell if it was in response to his question or the teasing.
It didn’t really matter; Elle was squirming under his touch and that was his goal.
In one swift movement, Charon hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged down, revealing her sex to his hungry eyes. Every muscle in his body wanted him to mount her and thrust into the slickness at an unforgiving pace, but he resisted. Elle was still hurting, physically and emotionally. Tonight was going to be about her pleasure.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.”
She barely had time to think before his mouth was on her. Elle cried out and threw her head back as he ran his tongue along her folds, stopping just under her sensitive bud. She was sweet and musky, the most delicious thing he’d tasted in two hundred years. Her needy whimpers had him painfully hard, but he was going to make her scream before any release of his own.
His tongue dipped into her entrance before he slid in a finger and began thrusting gently. Elle mewled high and loud at the new sensation. Charon felt her hands at the back of his head, pulling him harder against her center. Her hips pulsed at an increasing pace, and he matched it, lapping at her clit.
Charon couldn’t remember the last time he had gone down on a woman, only that it had been long, long ago. Somehow though, the pattern of delicate finger and tongue movements that he had mastered in what felt like another life were coming back to him as if it had only been a few weeks. What was the expression they used to say? Like riding a bike.
Charon snapped out of his thoughts as Elle’s moans became more desperate, grinding her hips into his mouth with urgency. Every flick of his tongue caused her fingernails to dig into his skin as she rose closer to her climax.
“I- I…” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.
Charon pulled his mouth away and looked up at her. She met his eyes with an expression that screamed agony from being denied release so close to the edge. Her breaths came quickly and her forehead glistened with a sheen of sweat. Charon had never seen anything more beautiful in all of his years.
“Say my name.”