That's true. And you'd like that, too, huh? If I... cut bleeding patterns into you.
Another time, though.
[And possibly another place, where she won't get blood all over her bedsheets when she doesn't plan to leave this bed any time soon.
She removes her hand from his dick to tug her dress off over her head; she's not wearing her favorite tie panties this time, which means rather than shift position she cuts those off herself too, the lace barely needing a flick of the blade.
Then she moves more properly on top of him, though rather than line him up with her entrance, she just shifts forward, rubbing against his shaft.]
Didn't we say... You could just wear one of mine back to your room?
[Her own breath catches a little as he moves, and then she presses further forward, so the length of his dick is flush against her. She lifts her hips in short motions, letting it slide between her folds, where she's wet.]
Though, you'll be staying here for a while anyway...
[This time her voice breaks in a tiny moan, but when his cock slips back out of her she continues the same motion, rubbing against him rhythmically, his shaft getting damper with her fluids.]
[his hands on her waist grip her a little harder, his thumbs rubbing in circles as he comes closer and closer to slipping inside her every time her hips gyrate]
Seems like you're... testing me, then. I'll show you... what I'm made of.
[Her breath starts coming a little shallowly, in time with her movements, as heat and anticipation builds through her until finally the teasing contact is maddening.]
Mm. Show me.
[And then she holds position and finally sinks down on him, slowly and deliberately, feeling the way his cock presses her open until he's all the way inside her.]
[She shudders, and then the spark of pleasure from how that makes her move sends a smaller aftershock shiver through her.
This is much slower than she's ever taken things, and with how her whole body burns, some part of her still really wants to ride him hard, or have him pin her to the bed and fuck her, or something. But in a way, that makes it better? She can feel the pressure of that desire up against her restraint, and it makes her much more consciously aware of it. Just like she's much more aware of every way he presses against her inner walls when he moves his hips like that.
A moan escapes her lips as she rocks back against him, and then she leans in to take his mouth in a kiss.]
[one hand drags up and threads into her hair as he kisses back, hungry and needy in a way that betrays the leisurely slowness of how his hips are moving. like this, everything feels so much more intense, and he knows he can't maintain it for long, but he's going to try]
[She runs a hand up his side to settle on his chest, putting weight on it to pin him down as she meets the kiss with equal heat, her hair falling around them.
Of course, even with his chest pinned his hips can still move, and she keeps moving too, not increasing the pace but doing so much more regularly and giving him more room to move, finding a steady rhythm of grinding their hips against each other. After she keeps that up for a bit, it starts to make pleasure curl higher up her spine even at this slow pace, and she makes a noise into his mouth.]
[That sends an immediate rush of pleasure through her, after so much buildup, and her nails dig into the skin of his chest. She sits back up, rising slightly on her knees so his thrusts slide almost fully out and back into her, and makes an almost mewling, needy noise at how that feels. Even though he's hitting her hard already, she moves down against him on the end of each motion.]
[the slow pace they had before is gone now, replaced by a more frantic, eager fucking, and raven gasps as he bends his knees and arches up into glory. the feel of her slamming back down onto him has his eyes rolling up into his head, feeling as though a jolt of electricity is coursing through his spine, and he gazes at her with wide eyes, jaw slack as he pants]
[She can't regret not drawing it out further when Raven losing control under her like that is so good. Her head falls back helplessly as his thrusts hit her in a way that makes her mind white out, and then she can't think anything about drawing it out further.]
[both hands grab onto her hips and hold onto her as he thrusts relentlessly, almost helplessly, like his body will break if he goes too hard. a bead of sweat forms on his brow, and he throws his head back with a groan]
[The muscles of her thighs are taut, but she's not really moving down on him anymore, letting him hold her in place and just trying to stay firm there while he fucks her. It's not clear that amount of tension is necessary, but she's certainly not paying attention to that. His thrusts send waves of pleasure through her that build and build—and then suddenly peak, and she lets out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan as she shudders around him.]
[he feels her muscles pulse around him and lets out a hungry moan, feeling his toes curl and his thighs tense as he keeps moving through her climax. he can feel his own building quickly, and he bites his lip hard before speaking, his voice husky and breathless]
[Her breath comes hard as she comes down slightly—at least enough for her eyes to focus on him as she dips her head, though she's still riding high on pleasure from every thrust, eyelids fluttering.]
Yes... Come on. You're—you're mine right now. So come inside me.
[Her voice is rough, and it starts low but rises towards the end in an eager whine.]
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selfpreservationist) wrote2008-05-08 09:24 pm
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...Yeah. You're mine. You're not even worried, are you...? Naked, in my bed and under my knife. Just... excited.
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You would have... told me, first, if you really wanted to cut me up.
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Another time, though.
[And possibly another place, where she won't get blood all over her bedsheets when she doesn't plan to leave this bed any time soon.
She removes her hand from his dick to tug her dress off over her head; she's not wearing her favorite tie panties this time, which means rather than shift position she cuts those off herself too, the lace barely needing a flick of the blade.
Then she moves more properly on top of him, though rather than line him up with her entrance, she just shifts forward, rubbing against his shaft.]
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[cuts himself off with a groan, arching his hips, his hands moving to hold onto her waist]
I think you owe me... a new outfit... after this.
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[Her own breath catches a little as he moves, and then she presses further forward, so the length of his dick is flush against her. She lifts her hips in short motions, letting it slide between her folds, where she's wet.]
Though, you'll be staying here for a while anyway...
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As long as you... you'll have me. Right?
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[This time her voice breaks in a tiny moan, but when his cock slips back out of her she continues the same motion, rubbing against him rhythmically, his shaft getting damper with her fluids.]
—as long as you can take it.
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Seems like you're... testing me, then. I'll show you... what I'm made of.
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Mm. Show me.
[And then she holds position and finally sinks down on him, slowly and deliberately, feeling the way his cock presses her open until he's all the way inside her.]
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Glory...
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[Her voice is rough, and she takes a deliberate breath as she moves just enough to feel how his cock shifts while still seated deep inside her.]
It feels... pretty good to me...
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... perfect. You feel... just perfect.
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This is much slower than she's ever taken things, and with how her whole body burns, some part of her still really wants to ride him hard, or have him pin her to the bed and fuck her, or something. But in a way, that makes it better? She can feel the pressure of that desire up against her restraint, and it makes her much more consciously aware of it. Just like she's much more aware of every way he presses against her inner walls when he moves his hips like that.
A moan escapes her lips as she rocks back against him, and then she leans in to take his mouth in a kiss.]
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Of course, even with his chest pinned his hips can still move, and she keeps moving too, not increasing the pace but doing so much more regularly and giving him more room to move, finding a steady rhythm of grinding their hips against each other. After she keeps that up for a bit, it starts to make pleasure curl higher up her spine even at this slow pace, and she makes a noise into his mouth.]
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Just... like that. You're just... exquisite. I love it.
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[She gasps sharply at the touch, arching her back.]
You do feel... so amazing, inside me...
[On the next motion she moves her hips down with almost bruising strength, as if sheer force is going to get her the feeling she wants out of this.]
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Fuck--!
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[That sends an immediate rush of pleasure through her, after so much buildup, and her nails dig into the skin of his chest. She sits back up, rising slightly on her knees so his thrusts slide almost fully out and back into her, and makes an almost mewling, needy noise at how that feels. Even though he's hitting her hard already, she moves down against him on the end of each motion.]
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Fuck, Glory...
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Mm. Fuck me. Fuck me, Raven—!
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Raven.
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Perfect... I'm close, so close...!
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Yes... Come on. You're—you're mine right now. So come inside me.
[Her voice is rough, and it starts low but rises towards the end in an eager whine.]
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