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Heavy In Your Arms - Part 7d/?
Date: 2016-10-05 03:20 am (UTC)“Are you sure?”
He wanted to slap himself for being so ridiculous. This was what he had wanted, fantasized about for so long and now that she wanted it too, doubts were popping up like mole rats out of the scorched earth.
Elle traced her fingertips along his jawline and gave him a timid smile.
“I’ve never been so sure of anything before.”
The tension in his chest seemed to dissipate at once. He leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“I’m going to be as gentle as possible. You’re still hurting.”
Elle nodded in understanding. Feeling more confident, Charon dipped his mouth towards her ear and gave the lobe a quick nip before growling, “Though there’s so much more I want to do to you. We’re just going to have to wait until you can handle it.”
The noise she made was pure sin.
Charon sat back on his knees and palmed himself through the front of his pants. Elle followed suit, sitting up as best she could with Charon still atop her legs, and gently placed her hand on top of his. Charon slid his hand away and then she was cupping his erection, and he didn’t miss the way her eyes widened for a brief second before regaining her composure.
Charon started to unbuckle his belt, but then Elle was there, her fumbling hands pushing his away. Charon smirked as he noted the similarities to her combat style; she was hesitant and waited for his lead, at which point she’d rush ahead eagerly.
Elle tugged down the zipper and eased his pants over his hips. With a shift of his hips, his cock was freed and he watched carefully for Elle’s reaction to its ragged appearance. Long gone were the days when he was proud of his manhood. Though the radiation had not affected its size, which was pleasingly proportionate to his height, the skin was still as tattered and scarred as the rest of his body.
If Elle was disgusted, she did a damn good job of hiding it. As her fingers wrapped around his length, Charon let out a groan he didn’t realize he’d been holding in his throat. Just this small amount of contact was enough to make precome begin leaking from the head of his cock. Elle gave an experimental stroke, and Charon let his head tip back, eyes closing in pleasure. She continued to slide her fist up and down his cock, trying different wrist movements and amounts of pressure to see what elicited the most noises from him.
Charon’s thoughts had gone blissfully quiet and all he could focus on was how good Elle’s touch felt. It was only a hand; it shouldn’t have felt very different from his own experienced one. And yet, the fact that it was Elle touching him made it so much better. Her teasing, slender fingers, the big brown eyes that gave away just how turned on she was. Everything about it was so strangely erotic that Charon feared he was about to come all over her hand like a teenage boy getting his first handjob.
Charon felt her shift and he opened his eyes just in time to see Elle’s head dipping down towards his cock, presumably about to attempt to return the favor. He caught her under the chin and eased her gently back up to meet him in a kiss.
“Not tonight,” he murmured against her lips, “You’ve already gotten me so turned on and we wouldn’t want our fun to end early.”
Elle blushed, but let out a soft moan when he placed his hand behind her head and gently eased her back down onto the mattress. He repositioned himself over her, using one foot at a time to slide his pants the rest of the way down his legs and finally to the floor with the rest of their clothes.
Slowly, he lowered himself onto his elbows, letting their bodies touch inch by inch. Elle’s hands went to his back and her caresses urged him onward. As he kissed her, Charon took note of every new sensation that their connecting figures created: the contrast between his hard muscles and her soft breasts, her skinny hips pressing up against his lower stomach with a growing insistency, the way his cock nestled perfectly into the hollow of her inner thigh.