And with a feral growl, he latched onto her clit and sucked hard as he crooked the finger inside of her, and she came apart.
“Charon!”
Elle cried out, his name spilling from her lips over and over, and Charon pressed a gentle hand to her hip as she writhed in pleasure. He continued to suck mercilessly as her cries devolved from his name to high-pitched moans that the neighbors could most definitely hear. Her slick heat clenched around his finger rhythmically, slowing as she gradually came down from her high.
When Elle stilled and her head fell back against the pillow, breathing heavy, Charon gently removed his finger and licked away her wetness before placing a final kiss on her shaking thigh. As he sat up, he expected Elle to be in a blissful daze, moments away from sleep. Instead, her pupils were blown wide with lust and she gripped at his arms to pull him up to meet her in a fierce kiss. Her hips ground against his, seeking friction as if she was trying to reach her climax anew.
Charon didn’t know what she wanted, but he went along with it, letting his hands slide up her sides. He brushed his thumbs over the fabric of her bra and felt her shiver as he connected with her hardened nipples. Taking that as a sign to continue, Charon slipped a hand beneath her back and unhooked her bra in one swift motion. Wasteland bras were much simpler than their pre-war cousins, he thought appreciatively as he tossed it to the ground with the rest of their clothes.
Elle let out a breathy gasp when he closed his mouth around her breast, teasing circles around the nipple with his tongue. She squirmed as his rough hands kneaded her other breast firmly, little whimpers coming from her throat faster now. Her hips began grinding against him once more, more urgently than before, and Charon took a chance and sucked her nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly. Elle’s cry of delight shot straight to Charon’s groin.
“Charon, please…” she panted, tugging him up by the shoulders. He went willingly, though he ducked at the last minute into the crook of her neck to plant scalding kisses there.
She repeated his name, though she was more insistent now, a request rather than a statement. He sucked one more bruise into her delicate skin before coming up to meet her eyes.
“Elle?” he asked and tried to sound casual, despite the nervousness that was rising in his throat. She was going to tell him to get off her, dismiss him to his room to take care of himself, and that would be the end of that. She got a taste of ghoul to sate her curiosity and now it was over.
His mind screamed at him to leave on his own terms and save what little dignity he had left, but his muscles had mysteriously decided to stop working. He opened his mouth to give her a lame excuse, but now his vocal cords seemed to be failing him as well. He didn’t need to say anything, however, because Elle had enough courage for both of them.
Heavy In Your Arms - Part 7c/?
“Charon!”
Elle cried out, his name spilling from her lips over and over, and Charon pressed a gentle hand to her hip as she writhed in pleasure. He continued to suck mercilessly as her cries devolved from his name to high-pitched moans that the neighbors could most definitely hear. Her slick heat clenched around his finger rhythmically, slowing as she gradually came down from her high.
When Elle stilled and her head fell back against the pillow, breathing heavy, Charon gently removed his finger and licked away her wetness before placing a final kiss on her shaking thigh. As he sat up, he expected Elle to be in a blissful daze, moments away from sleep. Instead, her pupils were blown wide with lust and she gripped at his arms to pull him up to meet her in a fierce kiss. Her hips ground against his, seeking friction as if she was trying to reach her climax anew.
Charon didn’t know what she wanted, but he went along with it, letting his hands slide up her sides. He brushed his thumbs over the fabric of her bra and felt her shiver as he connected with her hardened nipples. Taking that as a sign to continue, Charon slipped a hand beneath her back and unhooked her bra in one swift motion. Wasteland bras were much simpler than their pre-war cousins, he thought appreciatively as he tossed it to the ground with the rest of their clothes.
Elle let out a breathy gasp when he closed his mouth around her breast, teasing circles around the nipple with his tongue. She squirmed as his rough hands kneaded her other breast firmly, little whimpers coming from her throat faster now. Her hips began grinding against him once more, more urgently than before, and Charon took a chance and sucked her nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly. Elle’s cry of delight shot straight to Charon’s groin.
“Charon, please…” she panted, tugging him up by the shoulders. He went willingly, though he ducked at the last minute into the crook of her neck to plant scalding kisses there.
She repeated his name, though she was more insistent now, a request rather than a statement. He sucked one more bruise into her delicate skin before coming up to meet her eyes.
“Elle?” he asked and tried to sound casual, despite the nervousness that was rising in his throat. She was going to tell him to get off her, dismiss him to his room to take care of himself, and that would be the end of that. She got a taste of ghoul to sate her curiosity and now it was over.
His mind screamed at him to leave on his own terms and save what little dignity he had left, but his muscles had mysteriously decided to stop working. He opened his mouth to give her a lame excuse, but now his vocal cords seemed to be failing him as well. He didn’t need to say anything, however, because Elle had enough courage for both of them.
“Charon, please… fuck me?”