{ Maybe if he thinks back on this moment, he'll recall the thudding of their heartbeats bouncing off of each other as they're pressed close. He shaky hands sometimes tickling him as she strokes... but that's quelled rather easily when she grips him a little fuller into her hand.
The exploration of the tip as she rolls her fingers and heel of her palm against it makes his breathing pick up slightly. The question is almost a welcome one, finding that yes... there is something he definitely wants.
There is proper communication this time and not just a drunken instinct of him groping at her and tugging her into something she wasn't prepared for. }
Yes, quite— { Inexperience or no, he doesn't mind. His own pride sits on the balance as well, should he forget to mind his step. Finally gathering himself properly, his hand dips under the cooling bath water and rests atop of hers- both of them- and turns in his seat. She can finally see how much her touch had effected him, the incredible teasing of it all sending a heated pink scrawl across his cheeks. }
I want to get out of this tub...
{ There's an obvious deeper meaning to it, as he's staring at her intensely. His fingers wrap around her wrist and he shifts into an uncomfortable kneeling position so he's fully facing her. His arousal bobs along the surface, still in quite the state. }
...and I want to show you something. If you'll allow it.
{ A slight grin, as if he's expecting resistance from her end if he's not careful with his words. }
[ Her mouth immediately opens to protest once his hands stop her progress, but nothing comes out beyond a soft, uncertain noise. By the time she'd been ready to speak, he'd turned around, putting himself on display and freezing her in place.
It's then she realizes just how much she'd continued to leave things to her imagination. It was one thing to feel around from behind and let her hands do the seeing. It was another when everything was there right before her eyes. Is more than just her face red? Her entire body must be. She swears it is.
Monika breathes unevenly, her thighs twitching. She wants to squeeze them together. Maybe it'd stop the pressure that keeps building between them. ]
U-Um...
[ She knows she's supposed to be responding, but she cannot stop staring. Every time her eyes dart up to his face for a few seconds, trying to resist going lower, it's not long before they've slipped right back down. This was different from the quick flash she'd gotten when they'd first entered the bathtub. Before, it'd seemed like there was still some invisible barrier that she'd put up between them, one that kept the concept of them doing anything beyond having an awkward bath firmly out of the realm of possibility. Now, he's burst through. More choices had become clear. They were advancing down a perilous path. ]
Um. Yeah. Okay.
[ That wasn't quite what she meant to say, but she doesn't think she could've managed any attempt at resistence. It's like she'd gone from exploring the wilderness to getting thrown onto a completely different planet. Absolutely terrifying, but it'd be asinine to turn down the prospect.
Her voice softens as her eyes finally manage to stay locked on his. Even if what lies ahead is a mystery, pulling her heart into a frenzy, her gaze is heavy with desire. ]
{ He keeps a careful watch as she squirms in her seat. The type of discomfort is important to note as he doesn't want a repeat of last night. She still seems to be struggling with something, but he can only assume it has something to do with his current... affliction.
In the end, that permission is delicious and music to his ears. He's not about to go gung-ho on a virgin, but it's certainly difficult to rein back the excitement. It shows in the dilation of his eyes, icy blues darkening immediately as she finally meets his gaze properly.
The attention between his legs had been rather amusing, though, he can't deny that. There's no way she could also miss the shit-eating grin on his face (however brief it was) when she'd finished faltering over seeing his cock. It's probably a good time to note that he's not particularly large or small, just right in the middle. }
Come on.
{ His voice is gentle as he starts to get up, pulling her up with him. While she does have an amazing body, his gazes are brief and casual, mostly focused on trying not to slip. He'll have plenty of time to observe later. As he steps out of the tub, he remains perfectly shameless about his state and offers her a towel first. }
[ And so, the scales had tipped back in his favor. But she'd gladly let him hold the reins so that her trip into terra incognita wasn't too hair-raising. And perhaps, later on, when she's more herself, she'll give him a proper amount of crap for being so him about this all. ]
Thank you. Y-Yeah, I am.
[ It's not until after he's given her a towel that her brain starts to catch up some. She'd caught a few of his glances at her before remembering, oh yes, she's super nude. Easy to forget a tiny detail like that when someone had a giant STARE HERE sign flashing on their body in her peripheral vision.
Monika dries herself off, trying not to be self-conscious about it. Even after all this time, she wasn't used to the concept of having a naked body. But whenever she did take the time to look at herself, she couldn't help noting how being drawn to look like a perfectly beautiful character in a game had translated over into her new self. Uncanny, but nice. She hoped he liked it, at least.
Once she's done drying off somewhat haphazardly, she puts the towel aside and heads out of the bathroom ahead of him. For one, she needed to move her things out of the way. But mostly, she needed an excuse to stop blatantly watching him.
But her dizzying thoughts about him only get replaced with different ones as the bed looms in front of her. This was another big step. It'd be okay, though, right? They probably wouldn't go very far. Naked people didn't always share a bed for...well. Because that wasn't happening yet. The moment wasn't perfect like it was supposed to be. Music wasn't even playing! So, yeah. It's fine.
She takes a seat, unconsciously crossing her arms. This is fine. All that tension and persistent slipperiness she'd felt as she walked was perfectly fine.
The intense way he'd looked at her after agreeing to this flashes through her mind. Yes. Just. Fine. ]
{ Back and forth they go, this seemingly neverending game that keeps moving its goalposts further and further back. Though maybe it feels more like... once a certain point has been met, they simply find new things to strive towards? Whatever it is, it keeps things fun. Fresh. He can't get enough.
He watches her from behind as he finishes toweling himself off. Briefly, he hooks his finger around the base and tries to fight down the arousal, trying to will himself to a more manageable state. It works well enough for the most part. At least when he starts walking, it won't be a throbbed reminder of how just a few tentative and nervous strokes brought him to such a state.
As he sees her perched a bit precariously on the edge of the bed, he tries to shake out the tension in his frame. It'sdifficult to predict what will happen next }
Not quite how you imagined things going tonight, right?
{ It sounds like it could be teasing, but it does seem a tiny bit genuine. He comes around to her side, not sitting down but standing a bit off to the side of her. Just barely in her peripherals and turned away just enough that she can't see all too much. Just a bit. She'll at least be able to tell her handiwork as went away...for now. }
[ She looks in his direction, laughing weakly. ] I never know what to expect with you.
[ In contrast, there's no possible hint of teasing from her. It's a more deeply honest response than she'd normally give, but oh well. She's currently not working with all of her brain.
She takes a moment to give him a closer once over. An eyebrow goes up when she sees the change in him. Part of her is weirdly relieved, but is there disappointment there, too? She's not sure. Probably for the best, though. This room didn't even have candles lit. Something else to go onto the imperfect time list.
What she does know is that having him standing up over her is setting off her nerves. He always seems so much more intimidating and powerful that way, even more so with his clothes off. It was probably on purpose, knowing him...
Her hands fall to her sides to grasp the sheets tightly, and she does her best to control her breathing. She wants to take back a little power for herself, but she can't seem to will herself to do anything. This situation is way too far out of her wheelhouse. ]
You started this. Just for the record.
[ There. Better. At least she had a snappy retort left in her. ]
{ Expectations versus reality aside, he doesn't know what she expects at all, naturally. What do young girls think when they think about their first times? It's not something he actively thinks about but especially in her case he's much more inquisitive. She's a rather special case.
Or maybe she's really not all that different after all. He won't know for sure until they get there.
So yeah, probably no candles or rose petals or any of that silly romance novel cliché nonsense. }
Perhaps.
{ To which he now draws close to her, leaning down and brushing his hand under her chin to tip her face up. If he lets her, his hands brush up her neck and rest around it and her jawline. A thumb pushes a stray wet strand of hair from her cheek. }
And you're still going along with it.
{ Close enough for lips to touch, but he doesn't quite bridge that gap yet. His eyelids are low, nearly closed as he watches her, waiting to see if she'll be willing to accept his next move. Always curious to see what she'll do or say next. }
[ There's a stuttered gasp as he draws nearer. Oh God. It's happening, isn't it? No, probably not. But probably yes. Maybe? No. Yes?! She makes a small noise. Her brain's frazzled. And she's definitely wondering where the rose petals are. Perhaps hidden in the ceiling? ]
I'm helping you get better. Not going along with anything.
[ Even as he touches her so sweetly, even as they're a whisper apart, she fights for her own version of reality. Feebly, though. Her fighting spirit is close to waving a white flag.
There's a long silence where all she can do is shakily breathe as her green eyes become lost in his nearly hidden pools of blue. He's so perfect, it's painful. ]
I'm...I'm...
[ Whatever her words were meant to be, they disappear. Maybe the moment wasn't perfect, and of course that bothered her deep down. But he was there, heavenly and beautiful, a maddening, thrilling, ethereal soul. For once, that was enough.
The decision was made.
Her hands fly up to clutch his cheeks and she meets his mouth with intense fervor. He'd built her up for what's felt like eons, gotten her so completely consumed with burning desire. There's no controlling herself anymore. She's giving in. This victory goes to him.
{ Watching someone breakdown like this mentally and perhaps even physically is a strangely satisfying feeling. He should feel bad. Most people would agree that he should feel very bad for doing this, but...
If she doesn't want to, he's not going to force her. That's just not how he does things. The greatest motivation here is her own willingness and seeing how much she wants to fight it for some arbitrary reason. To see if she can overcome that somehow... or maybe 'overcome' isn't the word here. Perhaps to dismiss it altogether, make it meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
His eyes light up as she grabs him, and fights the urge to grin viciously into the kiss. Victorious this round.
As she latches onto him, his arms wind around her and presses her close to him. She's soft, curvy in all the right places, perfectly modeled like he would expect a VN character to be modeled and the translation from that to this... it's almost unfair. While he could probably say the same about himself, he served a specific purpose with his body type as well. Lean but toned, easy to slim down in a suit to fit a particular character type.
His other hand slides under her ass, just grazing it barely before latching under her thigh. Before she can protest, he pushes her up further onto the bed. Whenever lips disconnect, he's diving back in again, open-mouthed kisses growing more intense with each passing second. His legs straddle her thighs, which would not be his usual modus operandi, but he's not planning to make this an uncomfortable moment. Whenever she gives him a chance, he'll pull back slightly, breathing heavily and face flushed. }
I said I would show you something, didn't I?
{ It's a soft suggestion. His hands cup her jawline and neck, waiting again. }
[ In mere seconds, everything's swirled into a giant whirlwind of new sensations and experiences. Immediately, she's overwhelmed, her chest heaving with every strained moan that escapes her. Each time she thinks she can manage to catch hold of controlling herself, it slips through her fingers. Ugh, this incorrigible jerk of a man!
As he pulls her up onto the bed, she can feel herself slipping even further. More and more stands of hair slide free of her bun, adding to the sense of losing herself. It's almost scary how little she finds herself not caring, though. His hands, his body, his mouth, his everything. None will give her a break. There'd be no protesting for once.
When he finally relents, lets her have a blessed moment to recover, it looks like she's just finished two marathons. Her brain takes a while to get up to speed and take in all that happened in so short a time. He has to know what he's doing, doesn't he? He must know how every single thing he does is new to her and therefore a million times more powerful than normal. Like, she swears she can still feel his handprint lingering on her thigh. Or maybe that's just because she'd become instantly obsessed with him touching her there? So many questions. ]
You did.
[ Her reply is small and breathless, her eyelids heavy as she gazes up at him. He has her feeling so comfortably trapped under his body. And his hands... She swallows hard beneath his grasp. A suggestive voice in her head is wondering what it'd be like if he squeezed, just a little. She'd already become addicted to him showing his love with pain. Her fingers brush over the backs of his hands as she briefly indulges in imagining it, using the light stinging of her lips left behind from his kisses to add fuel to the fire. ]
{ He takes a moment to observe. Her reactions are beautiful, all earnest and heated, the bright pink flush all over her face and her ears bringing about a heat of his own in his gut.
She'd be right in knowing that he does know what he's doing. He's even keeping it rather vanilla lest she explode from the sheer pleasure of it all (though this is just something he gathers from visual cues). He knows his effect on people. The words he chooses, the looks he curates for each and every potential partner he has, it's all very deliberate. It's rare he acts on pure emotion alone. }
Alright. { Continuing the hushed tone, he brushes his thumb against her cheek almost affectionately. Make her a little comfortable before he gets to the main event. Or maybe make her more nervous, he isn't 100% sure yet. That's what makes this encounter so fascinating... he's not sure how his actions will make her react.
Smoothing his hands down to her shoulders, he eases her onto her back should she not fight him. }
It'll take a moment, but it'll be well worth it. Promise.
{ He doesn't even fight the last second conspiratorial smile that spreads across his face. }
[ Suddenly, her throat is struggling to work properly. It's like she's trying to gulp down sawdust. This anticipation is bound to kill her. ]
Are you...sure about that?
[ Her brow tightens as his thumb slides against her cheek. He's driving her absolutely bonkers. Maybe she didn't have to prepare herself for an imperfect first time after all? Or maybe it was all a ruse. Or that's what he wants her to think! Her mind keeps going back and forth, unable to settle on what's more likely.
And then that smile of his. God help her.
Eventually, she groans from a mountain of pent up frustration, her hips involuntarily and uselessly bucking under him. Her body was simultaneously yearning for more and not expecting anything. This absolutely incorrigible, maddening, cruel jerk of an evil man. ]
{ Oh, girl. It's definitely going be an imperfect something but not quite in the way she may imagine. He continues to smile, letting out a breath of...satisfaction? Probably a smug sort of satisfaction, let's be real here.
Her stuttering and frustration makes him feel so evil. He's not sure he enjoys it for prolonged periods of time, but for a brief minute, he revels in it. His hands grip both her wrists, pulling her arms up slightly and mapping out her body with his eyes. It's an intense and almost invasive sort of once-over. }
No, not at all.
{ If anything, his tone is sure and confident. He won't leave her hanging.
His head lowers to press a kiss to her collar bone, creating a small trail towards the center where it dips into her throat. A deep kiss there, a twitch of his fingers against her delicate wrist bones. }
I'm a man of my word.
{ Still pressing his lips to her skin, he glances up and her. The position doesn't allow him to hang onto her wrists for long, so they're joining him in their tactile worship of her body. Everything is so smooth, surreal, like she hasn't experienced a single tan or wrinkle in her entire life. Which, in this case, she hasn't. But it's still skin, real skin, and he can taste her— specifically her— as he continues.
He purposely seems to avoid her breasts however, as he presses more kisses down her sternum and towards her belly button. Fingers drag down the same path, curving under the mound of one side of her chest and instead tracing her ribs as they press against her skin with each heaving breath. He's more interested in how her bones and muscles feel under his hands. He'll have plenty of opportunities to explore the more obvious parts of her soon enough. }
[ Well. She didn't think it was possible at this point, but he's prodding her defiant side out of its short hibernation. Suddenly she's gone from letting him gladly overtake her to wanting to control how he does it. She manages a small glare when he gazes down at her like she's been ensnared in his perfectly crafted web, even through her self-consciousness. He's too fast and too slow and--and-- ]
Please.
[ That sounded like begging just as much as there was annoyance. She curses the fact that she can't go to the library. She needs to find books, all of them. There has to be tons. She absolutely has to read away her inexperience. He can't go on like this forever, taking advantage of all she doesn't know.
...And she'll have to put aside that thought for later as her defiance returns to slumbering. He might not be going for the major spots, but he may as well be. Her back arches with every touch of his lips. Then he's creeping lower. And lower. Her body strains against him, almost like she's trying to escape. The want for him is painful now. She's so utterly trapped, isn't she? ]
Please...
[ She has to clamp her eyes shut. She can't look at him. It only makes the torturous pleasure worse. And better. What a disastrous dichotomy.
One day, she thinks. One day, he'll pay for this. ]
{ God damnit. Though, that's not a cursing out of frustration or irritation, but one of elation. It makes him want to up his efforts, to just get to the end of it and show her what he wanted to show her but... no. He's already come this far, he can't just jump on ahead to the end like that.
He does mind his positioning. His legs remain on the outside of hers, letting some of his weight cage her in as he continues exploring her body. His hands finally drag down to latch onto her hips and he scoots himself further so he isn't hunched too much over her. He places a deep kiss to the hollow of her stomach, then another, inching slowly down again. She'll know what his destination by this point, he's sure. At the very least, no matter what her assumption, he'll still enjoy himself.
Her pleads are left hanging. There's nothing really there for him to answer anyway, at least not with words. He doesn't realize the impending danger that lies ahead, but even if he did, it wouldn't really matter. It would be welcome.
The straddling is abandoned at this point and she's quite open now, she'd be almost free to move about though Henry gets this feeling that she won't. She wants this, he can feel it, so he has no concerns for her moving as he maneuvers himself onto his elbows. Now... this is quite close to the moment of truth, isn't it? His lips press into the crease of where her thigh and body meets, lapping his tongue against it in a sort of preview. The wet muscle squeezes into the crease as he's hooking his arms around her legs, keep them bent, taut as he continues to mouth at her skin with soft encouraging sounds.
With how he spreads her open like this, he swears he can feel a heat emanating from her body. The glands in the back of his mouth tickle slightly, knowing what lies ahead for him— for the both of them, really. }
[ So much for keeping her eyes closed. They shoot open the moment the realization slams down onto her. Yeah, she was inexperienced. She'd probably struggle to satisfy a sex doll at this point. But there's only one thing he could be doing.
Monika lifts her head and gives him a wide-eyed stare, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her legs are trembling, nearly every inch of her skin covered in goosebumps. Heaven help her.
Her head drops back down with a thud and she gasps her breaths up at the ceiling. Even once he finally frees her legs, she makes no more attempts to fight his advances. A thought does flit through her mind, her realizing that she'd made no efforts at grooming down there, because one, it was never something that was on her mind, and two, no way in hell did she think this was happening anytime soon. But it doesn't seem to matter to him, nor can she muster up any effort to care.
He was close. He was so achingly close. ]
Please.
[ This time, her voice is thick with lust. She wants relief. She wants to know how many more insane things this body can do. She wants. ]
{ He spares her a glance when he senses a shift, the look hungry and dark as he inches his way closer to the center. Being a character that has probably never been exposed in such a way, he doesn't expect the grooming to be altogether necessary. Everything about her is rather tidy and clean (the bath earlier did help a bit too), all things considered, even if it is there.
But she'd be correct: he doesn't care.
There's very little fanfare, no shuddering moment of silence for her to prepare herself. He kisses along her inner thigh, arms now wrapped comfortably around her legs as he lays on his stomach. He simply breathes in and presses a deep kiss against her lips. Relaxing his tongue, he laps at the soft bumps and folds very slowly, gently, in a single stripe, then pauses briefly for her. }
[ For the second time in twenty-four hours, he's pulled a shriek out of her. She doesn't mean to be so dramatic, really, but he'd been building her up for what's felt like eons. With him being so painfully, horribly slow, that first taste was intense. And the slew of new sensations? Tongues could do that? Already, her body's screaming for more.
Monika claps a hand over her mouth, trying to keep in any other embarrassing noises. First times were supposed to be quiet and gentle and sensual. You know, romantic, not crass. She should at least attempt that. A little. Maybe. Christ, she can't focus.
And somehow, when he pauses, it makes things worse. Her legs quake under him, a muffled whimper escaping from under her hand. It at least gives her some time to breathe, to try to pull herself back together. For a few seconds, anyway. He'd hardly done anything, and she's immediately falling back apart.
Her eyes flutter closed. Why does he ruin everything? Why is he so amazing? How can she ruin him in return? Can he keep ruining her? So many questions float through her mind, but she can't seize any of them for more than a few fleeting moments. All she can focus on is waiting for him to continue, waiting for her next moment of continued destruction. ]
{ He'd expected a reaction, but none quite as dramatic as that. Even so, he doesn't startle or pull away. The pause is mercifully short as he uses the tip of his tongue to push between the soft rim of flesh and expose her clit ever so slightly. While it seems like he's got a good grasp of what he's doing, it's honestly been a while for him since he's gone down on a woman. He just has good muscle memory and a healthy libido to thank for being able to recall it at all.
That being said, he's definitely no novice. He'd been married ten years to a woman who would much rather sit on his face that be the one to service him first, so, it's suffice to say he's had plenty of practice even before the relationship started going downhill.
His hands grip her thighs as they tremble, as if trying to soothe her in some way as he continues his technique. Judging by these reactions, however, he thinks he'll keep his fingers to himself for now. The plan hadn't been to penetrate in any fashion today. So the slow and languid laps of his tongue continue, applying varying degrees of pressure as he tastes her. Occasionally his tongue dips further down and teases at her entrance but nothing further that gliding across it as he sweeps back up to lavish all his attention to that nubby area.
An almost enthusiastic moan reverberates in the back of his throat as he digs deep, enjoying himself immensely as he gets lost in his work, ignoring her sounds for the most part unless it sounds like genuine distress.}
[ It's so much worse and so much better as he continues. Even with her hand muffling the noise, her attempts at being quiet are failing. No matter her efforts, she was totally going to continue being absolutely dramatic. Her level of sensitivity feels like it's been set at 1000. His level of skill is nowhere on her radar. Hell, he could probably breathe on her and she'd crumble. Yeah, part of it was from literally everything being a first, but mainly it was his fault. All his fault.
As her other hand comes up in one last weak attempt to cover her mouth more, her forearm brushes against one of her stiffened nipples, making her shudder and whimper softly. God, those could mess her up, too? It's like her body was conspiring against her. It's a good thing he was keeping his fingers out of this. She'd explode in seconds.
Her head tilts back as she decides to give up on keeping quiet. Instead, one hand creeps lower, brushing over her breast. A different pleasure joins in with the presses of his tongue, making her tremble more. Thank God he's holding her in place.
Then the other hand, more hesitantly, almost shyly, slides down her torso and comes to a rest on his head. It's an appreciative and affectionate gesture. Even if she wanted him to suffer horribly at some point in the future for doing this to her, she had to show how much she was grateful for the moment. The world he was gradually opening up for her was a beautiful, fascinating place. She'd say so with words, but...that probably won't happen for a while.
With a fervent moan of her own, her fingers tangle in his hair and her thighs tighten around him as he works his glorious magic on her clit. Today was becoming another lesson in learning that imagination was hardly a substitute for reality. ]
{ While oblivious to her scheming, later on he'll definitely know to be on the lookout for retaliation. The patterns are getting easier to pick up on, as they're constantly trying to get a rise out of each other.
It's a shame he can't watch her, but he can hear and feel, so he relies on that to fuel his imagination as he buries himself deeper against her. He alternates between sweeps of his tongue to gentle kisses, keeping everything subtle for now so that it doesn't end too quickly. It's also a bit of a selfish desire himself, as he rarely gets to indulge in his oral fixation so he's going to make this thing count.
The pleasure he derives from this is less sexual and more of a tactile satisfaction, like chewing on the cap of a pen or something to that effect. Maybe he won't get the same sort of pleasure as she does, but he certainly isn't complaining. He's a patient dude and he's in it for the long haul. Her fingers sliding into his hair pulls a soft sound from him, and despite his pace being slow earlier, he begins to eat her out in earnest. Occasionally he draws back to use the light flicks of his tongue to tease, to break up the monotony, but he has a very single-track mind right now and he intends to see it through.
He'll show her stars should this all work out the way he hopes. }
[ With every movement of his mouth and tongue, the tension he'd been relieving gradually starts to build back up. It's a gentle ache at first, but it's quickly getting unbearable. Trying to stay still is becoming nigh impossible. Just as she wants more, she also wants to make it stop. She feels like a rubber band that someone's yanking beyond its limits.
And she knows the only outcome of that scanario is to catastrophically snap.
So, of course when she thinks this is going to be a slow descent into madness, he tosses her right into it before she's ready. When he unexpectedly ups the intensity, she cries out, almost actively fighting him and struggling to escape. Even light flicks of his tongue feel like slaps to the face, harder and harder until she can hardly handle the sting. Her teeth grit as her eyes clamp shut. It's too much. It's too goddamn much! ]
Henr-- [ She can't even finish his name. He's pulling too many noises out of her, even through a mouth so tightly held together. ] Don't-- Don't--
[ Even so, despite her unfinished pleas, her fingers are working at her nipple feverishly, building upon his work. She can't help it. The terror feels good, no matter how much she fights it, and she wants to slip under the surface and drown in it.
Her hips nearly lift from the bed when he hits a perfect spot in a horrifically pleasurable way. Her nails dig into his scalp as she can tell something's about to break. The twisting heat in her abdomen is pulsing into an inferno. She's close to grasping the end. And in that end, he has her begging, once again pushing out the word that's hardly ever in her vocabulary. ]
{ It's a good thing he's got more than enough strength to keep her pinned, even if she's doing her damned best to practically squirm out of his grasps. His grip almost becomes a bit too rough, fingers pressing into her skin almost hard enough to bruise. There will be no escape from his efforts tonight, not this time.
Her protests are weak, though hearing her stutter his name out only to get cut off sends a wild sort of thrill through him that he can't quite explain. Don't what, hm? He wants to convey this with how he mouths at her sopping wet skin. The sounds slick in his ears, deafening, he moans against her again. He definitely can't hear her pleas now.
The rise of her hips is allowed and he obediently follows, though not without keeping the pressure on it. He can feel her getting close just from these intense reactions alone. What started off as a tactile satisfaction now sends a thrum of arousal through him as her harsh breathing and that high pitch of her voice when she begs him for mercy shoots right through him.
God help him as well, because he wants to push her over the brink all over again. He wants to see her limp, boneless and shuddering in a heap as her mind tries to play catch-up. But perhaps he'll save that for another time. For now, he concentrates and never letting up on the rhythm and intensity of his licks and kisses. He gives the sensitive flesh a hard suck, rolling his tongue against it as he does so. That should definitely punch up things up a notch. }
[ She was holding it together, just barely. But then three things happen. First, she hears and feels the vibrations of his moan, deep and hungry. Second, his fingers seem to become multiple daggers piercing her flesh, the shock of their pain making her arch her back to feel more of it. Third, he pushes her past discomfort and into insanity when he latches on. If they hadn't come together all at once, she might've held on for a while longer. But he's gone from gently pushing her over the edge to launching her off a cliff.
She snaps.
The buildup to that was painfully obvious for him, she's sure. Her noises kept growing in volume and pitch, no matter how hard she tried to keep them in. And when that blessed, cursed moment of release was finally granted, there are hardly words for the sounds that emanate from her. Caught somewhere between a moan and a scream, they shoot out of her with every pulse of pleasure.
He'd made her see stars, all right. A whole galaxy's worth.
Her mind goes completely blank as her entire body quakes furiously. There's nothing else to do but try to survive something that should absolutely be considered deadly. Even so, her hand is gripping the back of his skull as hard as it can. Some feral part of her is determined to make sure she rides this out till the end.
And the end mercifully and tragically comes. Each wave of pleasure gradually becomes smaller until she's left with an emptiness that still somehow feels fulfilling. Thoughts gradually return, and she can notice how stingingly sensitive she's become. But no matter. She can breathe again. Mostly. Hardly.
Her body seems to relax all at once, arms falling to her sides, and all she can manage to do is stare up at the ceiling. She'll acknowledge him eventually. Right now, she just needs to pray. Pray and pray and pray that this man will unravel her like this over and over. ]
{ Oh, that hits the spot. Perhaps not in the same way as getting off would, but it feeds his ego and will surely curb his hunger (barely stave it off) for a short while. Her noises feed him and his motions, as he 'puts his back into it', as they say.
It'd be a relief to know that's how she sees it. Maybe phrasing it that way right off the bad would've felt like he was getting ahead of himself, but if she's seeing stars, then his goal has certainly been met. He'd wanted to show her a whole new world.
His face aches from how hard his nose is buried against her crotch, the skin around his neck burning in the wake of her nails, but he hardly seems to mind in the moment. All he can manage is a weak moan, disappearing into her skin. That's all issues future!Henry has to deal with, not current!Henry. As time slowly passes and she relaxes from such an explosive release, he breathes out shakily and finally relaxes his hold around her thighs though he stays close.
It's hard to stop after all that, even. He doesn't continue his assault, but he laps and kisses gently at her skin around the sensitive area. Along the inside of her thigh, right up along that crease of her leg and body again (it's one of his favorite parts of her body, he realizes) and eventually right back to her lips. He teases the tip of his tongue along the entrance again where it's wettest and begins the slow and soft process of cleaning up any remnants of her orgasm. }
Mm— beautiful. { His voice comes out raspy and hard between licks and kisses, but utterly pleased. }
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Date: 1/18/21 10:00 pm (UTC)The exploration of the tip as she rolls her fingers and heel of her palm against it makes his breathing pick up slightly. The question is almost a welcome one, finding that yes... there is something he definitely wants.
There is proper communication this time and not just a drunken instinct of him groping at her and tugging her into something she wasn't prepared for. }
Yes, quite— { Inexperience or no, he doesn't mind. His own pride sits on the balance as well, should he forget to mind his step. Finally gathering himself properly, his hand dips under the cooling bath water and rests atop of hers- both of them- and turns in his seat. She can finally see how much her touch had effected him, the incredible teasing of it all sending a heated pink scrawl across his cheeks. }
I want to get out of this tub...
{ There's an obvious deeper meaning to it, as he's staring at her intensely. His fingers wrap around her wrist and he shifts into an uncomfortable kneeling position so he's fully facing her. His arousal bobs along the surface, still in quite the state. }
...and I want to show you something. If you'll allow it.
{ A slight grin, as if he's expecting resistance from her end if he's not careful with his words. }
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Date: 1/18/21 11:23 pm (UTC)It's then she realizes just how much she'd continued to leave things to her imagination. It was one thing to feel around from behind and let her hands do the seeing. It was another when everything was there right before her eyes. Is more than just her face red? Her entire body must be. She swears it is.
Monika breathes unevenly, her thighs twitching. She wants to squeeze them together. Maybe it'd stop the pressure that keeps building between them. ]
U-Um...
[ She knows she's supposed to be responding, but she cannot stop staring. Every time her eyes dart up to his face for a few seconds, trying to resist going lower, it's not long before they've slipped right back down. This was different from the quick flash she'd gotten when they'd first entered the bathtub. Before, it'd seemed like there was still some invisible barrier that she'd put up between them, one that kept the concept of them doing anything beyond having an awkward bath firmly out of the realm of possibility. Now, he's burst through. More choices had become clear. They were advancing down a perilous path. ]
Um. Yeah. Okay.
[ That wasn't quite what she meant to say, but she doesn't think she could've managed any attempt at resistence. It's like she'd gone from exploring the wilderness to getting thrown onto a completely different planet. Absolutely terrifying, but it'd be asinine to turn down the prospect.
Her voice softens as her eyes finally manage to stay locked on his. Even if what lies ahead is a mystery, pulling her heart into a frenzy, her gaze is heavy with desire. ]
Anything you want, darling.
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Date: 1/19/21 02:24 am (UTC)In the end, that permission is delicious and music to his ears. He's not about to go gung-ho on a virgin, but it's certainly difficult to rein back the excitement. It shows in the dilation of his eyes, icy blues darkening immediately as she finally meets his gaze properly.
The attention between his legs had been rather amusing, though, he can't deny that. There's no way she could also miss the shit-eating grin on his face (however brief it was) when she'd finished faltering over seeing his cock. It's probably a good time to note that he's not particularly large or small, just right in the middle. }
Come on.
{ His voice is gentle as he starts to get up, pulling her up with him. While she does have an amazing body, his gazes are brief and casual, mostly focused on trying not to slip. He'll have plenty of time to observe later. As he steps out of the tub, he remains perfectly shameless about his state and offers her a towel first. }
Are you alright with moving things to the bed?
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Date: 1/19/21 03:49 am (UTC)Thank you. Y-Yeah, I am.
[ It's not until after he's given her a towel that her brain starts to catch up some. She'd caught a few of his glances at her before remembering, oh yes, she's super nude. Easy to forget a tiny detail like that when someone had a giant STARE HERE sign flashing on their body in her peripheral vision.
Monika dries herself off, trying not to be self-conscious about it. Even after all this time, she wasn't used to the concept of having a naked body. But whenever she did take the time to look at herself, she couldn't help noting how being drawn to look like a perfectly beautiful character in a game had translated over into her new self. Uncanny, but nice. She hoped he liked it, at least.
Once she's done drying off somewhat haphazardly, she puts the towel aside and heads out of the bathroom ahead of him. For one, she needed to move her things out of the way. But mostly, she needed an excuse to stop blatantly watching him.
But her dizzying thoughts about him only get replaced with different ones as the bed looms in front of her. This was another big step. It'd be okay, though, right? They probably wouldn't go very far. Naked people didn't always share a bed for...well. Because that wasn't happening yet. The moment wasn't perfect like it was supposed to be. Music wasn't even playing! So, yeah. It's fine.
She takes a seat, unconsciously crossing her arms. This is fine. All that tension and persistent slipperiness she'd felt as she walked was perfectly fine.
The intense way he'd looked at her after agreeing to this flashes through her mind. Yes. Just. Fine. ]
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Date: 1/19/21 05:54 am (UTC)He watches her from behind as he finishes toweling himself off. Briefly, he hooks his finger around the base and tries to fight down the arousal, trying to will himself to a more manageable state. It works well enough for the most part. At least when he starts walking, it won't be a throbbed reminder of how just a few tentative and nervous strokes brought him to such a state.
As he sees her perched a bit precariously on the edge of the bed, he tries to shake out the tension in his frame. It'sdifficult to predict what will happen next }
Not quite how you imagined things going tonight, right?
{ It sounds like it could be teasing, but it does seem a tiny bit genuine. He comes around to her side, not sitting down but standing a bit off to the side of her. Just barely in her peripherals and turned away just enough that she can't see all too much. Just a bit. She'll at least be able to tell her handiwork as went away...for now. }
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Date: 1/19/21 06:49 am (UTC)[ In contrast, there's no possible hint of teasing from her. It's a more deeply honest response than she'd normally give, but oh well. She's currently not working with all of her brain.
She takes a moment to give him a closer once over. An eyebrow goes up when she sees the change in him. Part of her is weirdly relieved, but is there disappointment there, too? She's not sure. Probably for the best, though. This room didn't even have candles lit. Something else to go onto the imperfect time list.
What she does know is that having him standing up over her is setting off her nerves. He always seems so much more intimidating and powerful that way, even more so with his clothes off. It was probably on purpose, knowing him...
Her hands fall to her sides to grasp the sheets tightly, and she does her best to control her breathing. She wants to take back a little power for herself, but she can't seem to will herself to do anything. This situation is way too far out of her wheelhouse. ]
You started this. Just for the record.
[ There. Better. At least she had a snappy retort left in her. ]
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Date: 1/19/21 08:46 pm (UTC)Or maybe she's really not all that different after all. He won't know for sure until they get there.
So yeah, probably no candles or rose petals or any of that silly romance novel cliché nonsense. }
Perhaps.
{ To which he now draws close to her, leaning down and brushing his hand under her chin to tip her face up. If he lets her, his hands brush up her neck and rest around it and her jawline. A thumb pushes a stray wet strand of hair from her cheek. }
And you're still going along with it.
{ Close enough for lips to touch, but he doesn't quite bridge that gap yet. His eyelids are low, nearly closed as he watches her, waiting to see if she'll be willing to accept his next move. Always curious to see what she'll do or say next. }
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Date: 1/19/21 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm helping you get better. Not going along with anything.
[ Even as he touches her so sweetly, even as they're a whisper apart, she fights for her own version of reality. Feebly, though. Her fighting spirit is close to waving a white flag.
There's a long silence where all she can do is shakily breathe as her green eyes become lost in his nearly hidden pools of blue. He's so perfect, it's painful. ]
I'm...I'm...
[ Whatever her words were meant to be, they disappear. Maybe the moment wasn't perfect, and of course that bothered her deep down. But he was there, heavenly and beautiful, a maddening, thrilling, ethereal soul. For once, that was enough.
The decision was made.
Her hands fly up to clutch his cheeks and she meets his mouth with intense fervor. He'd built her up for what's felt like eons, gotten her so completely consumed with burning desire. There's no controlling herself anymore. She's giving in. This victory goes to him.
And, for once, she doesn't care. ]
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Date: 1/20/21 12:30 am (UTC)If she doesn't want to, he's not going to force her. That's just not how he does things. The greatest motivation here is her own willingness and seeing how much she wants to fight it for some arbitrary reason. To see if she can overcome that somehow... or maybe 'overcome' isn't the word here. Perhaps to dismiss it altogether, make it meaningless in the grand scheme of things.
His eyes light up as she grabs him, and fights the urge to grin viciously into the kiss. Victorious this round.
As she latches onto him, his arms wind around her and presses her close to him. She's soft, curvy in all the right places, perfectly modeled like he would expect a VN character to be modeled and the translation from that to this... it's almost unfair. While he could probably say the same about himself, he served a specific purpose with his body type as well. Lean but toned, easy to slim down in a suit to fit a particular character type.
His other hand slides under her ass, just grazing it barely before latching under her thigh. Before she can protest, he pushes her up further onto the bed. Whenever lips disconnect, he's diving back in again, open-mouthed kisses growing more intense with each passing second. His legs straddle her thighs, which would not be his usual modus operandi, but he's not planning to make this an uncomfortable moment. Whenever she gives him a chance, he'll pull back slightly, breathing heavily and face flushed. }
I said I would show you something, didn't I?
{ It's a soft suggestion. His hands cup her jawline and neck, waiting again. }
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Date: 1/20/21 01:23 am (UTC)As he pulls her up onto the bed, she can feel herself slipping even further. More and more stands of hair slide free of her bun, adding to the sense of losing herself. It's almost scary how little she finds herself not caring, though. His hands, his body, his mouth, his everything. None will give her a break. There'd be no protesting for once.
When he finally relents, lets her have a blessed moment to recover, it looks like she's just finished two marathons. Her brain takes a while to get up to speed and take in all that happened in so short a time. He has to know what he's doing, doesn't he? He must know how every single thing he does is new to her and therefore a million times more powerful than normal. Like, she swears she can still feel his handprint lingering on her thigh. Or maybe that's just because she'd become instantly obsessed with him touching her there? So many questions. ]
You did.
[ Her reply is small and breathless, her eyelids heavy as she gazes up at him. He has her feeling so comfortably trapped under his body. And his hands... She swallows hard beneath his grasp. A suggestive voice in her head is wondering what it'd be like if he squeezed, just a little. She'd already become addicted to him showing his love with pain. Her fingers brush over the backs of his hands as she briefly indulges in imagining it, using the light stinging of her lips left behind from his kisses to add fuel to the fire. ]
Show me.
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Date: 1/20/21 02:34 am (UTC)She'd be right in knowing that he does know what he's doing. He's even keeping it rather vanilla lest she explode from the sheer pleasure of it all (though this is just something he gathers from visual cues). He knows his effect on people. The words he chooses, the looks he curates for each and every potential partner he has, it's all very deliberate. It's rare he acts on pure emotion alone. }
Alright. { Continuing the hushed tone, he brushes his thumb against her cheek almost affectionately. Make her a little comfortable before he gets to the main event. Or maybe make her more nervous, he isn't 100% sure yet. That's what makes this encounter so fascinating... he's not sure how his actions will make her react.
Smoothing his hands down to her shoulders, he eases her onto her back should she not fight him. }
It'll take a moment, but it'll be well worth it. Promise.
{ He doesn't even fight the last second conspiratorial smile that spreads across his face. }
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Date: 1/20/21 03:09 am (UTC)Are you...sure about that?
[ Her brow tightens as his thumb slides against her cheek. He's driving her absolutely bonkers. Maybe she didn't have to prepare herself for an imperfect first time after all? Or maybe it was all a ruse. Or that's what he wants her to think! Her mind keeps going back and forth, unable to settle on what's more likely.
And then that smile of his. God help her.
Eventually, she groans from a mountain of pent up frustration, her hips involuntarily and uselessly bucking under him. Her body was simultaneously yearning for more and not expecting anything. This absolutely incorrigible, maddening, cruel jerk of an evil man. ]
A-Are you totally messing with me?
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Date: 1/20/21 03:30 am (UTC)Her stuttering and frustration makes him feel so evil. He's not sure he enjoys it for prolonged periods of time, but for a brief minute, he revels in it. His hands grip both her wrists, pulling her arms up slightly and mapping out her body with his eyes. It's an intense and almost invasive sort of once-over. }
No, not at all.
{ If anything, his tone is sure and confident. He won't leave her hanging.
His head lowers to press a kiss to her collar bone, creating a small trail towards the center where it dips into her throat. A deep kiss there, a twitch of his fingers against her delicate wrist bones. }
I'm a man of my word.
{ Still pressing his lips to her skin, he glances up and her. The position doesn't allow him to hang onto her wrists for long, so they're joining him in their tactile worship of her body. Everything is so smooth, surreal, like she hasn't experienced a single tan or wrinkle in her entire life. Which, in this case, she hasn't. But it's still skin, real skin, and he can taste her— specifically her— as he continues.
He purposely seems to avoid her breasts however, as he presses more kisses down her sternum and towards her belly button. Fingers drag down the same path, curving under the mound of one side of her chest and instead tracing her ribs as they press against her skin with each heaving breath. He's more interested in how her bones and muscles feel under his hands. He'll have plenty of opportunities to explore the more obvious parts of her soon enough. }
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Date: 1/20/21 04:37 am (UTC)Please.
[ That sounded like begging just as much as there was annoyance. She curses the fact that she can't go to the library. She needs to find books, all of them. There has to be tons. She absolutely has to read away her inexperience. He can't go on like this forever, taking advantage of all she doesn't know.
...And she'll have to put aside that thought for later as her defiance returns to slumbering. He might not be going for the major spots, but he may as well be. Her back arches with every touch of his lips. Then he's creeping lower. And lower. Her body strains against him, almost like she's trying to escape. The want for him is painful now. She's so utterly trapped, isn't she? ]
Please...
[ She has to clamp her eyes shut. She can't look at him. It only makes the torturous pleasure worse. And better. What a disastrous dichotomy.
One day, she thinks. One day, he'll pay for this. ]
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Date: 1/20/21 05:30 am (UTC)He does mind his positioning. His legs remain on the outside of hers, letting some of his weight cage her in as he continues exploring her body. His hands finally drag down to latch onto her hips and he scoots himself further so he isn't hunched too much over her. He places a deep kiss to the hollow of her stomach, then another, inching slowly down again. She'll know what his destination by this point, he's sure. At the very least, no matter what her assumption, he'll still enjoy himself.
Her pleads are left hanging. There's nothing really there for him to answer anyway, at least not with words. He doesn't realize the impending danger that lies ahead, but even if he did, it wouldn't really matter. It would be welcome.
The straddling is abandoned at this point and she's quite open now, she'd be almost free to move about though Henry gets this feeling that she won't. She wants this, he can feel it, so he has no concerns for her moving as he maneuvers himself onto his elbows. Now... this is quite close to the moment of truth, isn't it? His lips press into the crease of where her thigh and body meets, lapping his tongue against it in a sort of preview. The wet muscle squeezes into the crease as he's hooking his arms around her legs, keep them bent, taut as he continues to mouth at her skin with soft encouraging sounds.
With how he spreads her open like this, he swears he can feel a heat emanating from her body. The glands in the back of his mouth tickle slightly, knowing what lies ahead for him— for the both of them, really. }
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Date: 1/20/21 06:03 am (UTC)Monika lifts her head and gives him a wide-eyed stare, her fingers digging into the sheets. Her legs are trembling, nearly every inch of her skin covered in goosebumps. Heaven help her.
Her head drops back down with a thud and she gasps her breaths up at the ceiling. Even once he finally frees her legs, she makes no more attempts to fight his advances. A thought does flit through her mind, her realizing that she'd made no efforts at grooming down there, because one, it was never something that was on her mind, and two, no way in hell did she think this was happening anytime soon. But it doesn't seem to matter to him, nor can she muster up any effort to care.
He was close. He was so achingly close. ]
Please.
[ This time, her voice is thick with lust. She wants relief. She wants to know how many more insane things this body can do. She wants. ]
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Date: 1/20/21 06:01 pm (UTC)But she'd be correct: he doesn't care.
There's very little fanfare, no shuddering moment of silence for her to prepare herself. He kisses along her inner thigh, arms now wrapped comfortably around her legs as he lays on his stomach. He simply breathes in and presses a deep kiss against her lips. Relaxing his tongue, he laps at the soft bumps and folds very slowly, gently, in a single stripe, then pauses briefly for her. }
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Date: 1/20/21 07:07 pm (UTC)Monika claps a hand over her mouth, trying to keep in any other embarrassing noises. First times were supposed to be quiet and gentle and sensual. You know, romantic, not crass. She should at least attempt that. A little. Maybe. Christ, she can't focus.
And somehow, when he pauses, it makes things worse. Her legs quake under him, a muffled whimper escaping from under her hand. It at least gives her some time to breathe, to try to pull herself back together. For a few seconds, anyway. He'd hardly done anything, and she's immediately falling back apart.
Her eyes flutter closed. Why does he ruin everything? Why is he so amazing? How can she ruin him in return? Can he keep ruining her? So many questions float through her mind, but she can't seize any of them for more than a few fleeting moments. All she can focus on is waiting for him to continue, waiting for her next moment of continued destruction. ]
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Date: 1/21/21 03:31 am (UTC)That being said, he's definitely no novice. He'd been married ten years to a woman who would much rather sit on his face that be the one to service him first, so, it's suffice to say he's had plenty of practice even before the relationship started going downhill.
His hands grip her thighs as they tremble, as if trying to soothe her in some way as he continues his technique. Judging by these reactions, however, he thinks he'll keep his fingers to himself for now. The plan hadn't been to penetrate in any fashion today. So the slow and languid laps of his tongue continue, applying varying degrees of pressure as he tastes her. Occasionally his tongue dips further down and teases at her entrance but nothing further that gliding across it as he sweeps back up to lavish all his attention to that nubby area.
An almost enthusiastic moan reverberates in the back of his throat as he digs deep, enjoying himself immensely as he gets lost in his work, ignoring her sounds for the most part unless it sounds like genuine distress.}
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Date: 1/21/21 04:32 am (UTC)As her other hand comes up in one last weak attempt to cover her mouth more, her forearm brushes against one of her stiffened nipples, making her shudder and whimper softly. God, those could mess her up, too? It's like her body was conspiring against her. It's a good thing he was keeping his fingers out of this. She'd explode in seconds.
Her head tilts back as she decides to give up on keeping quiet. Instead, one hand creeps lower, brushing over her breast. A different pleasure joins in with the presses of his tongue, making her tremble more. Thank God he's holding her in place.
Then the other hand, more hesitantly, almost shyly, slides down her torso and comes to a rest on his head. It's an appreciative and affectionate gesture. Even if she wanted him to suffer horribly at some point in the future for doing this to her, she had to show how much she was grateful for the moment. The world he was gradually opening up for her was a beautiful, fascinating place. She'd say so with words, but...that probably won't happen for a while.
With a fervent moan of her own, her fingers tangle in his hair and her thighs tighten around him as he works his glorious magic on her clit. Today was becoming another lesson in learning that imagination was hardly a substitute for reality. ]
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Date: 1/22/21 04:44 am (UTC)It's a shame he can't watch her, but he can hear and feel, so he relies on that to fuel his imagination as he buries himself deeper against her. He alternates between sweeps of his tongue to gentle kisses, keeping everything subtle for now so that it doesn't end too quickly. It's also a bit of a selfish desire himself, as he rarely gets to indulge in his oral fixation so he's going to make this thing count.
The pleasure he derives from this is less sexual and more of a tactile satisfaction, like chewing on the cap of a pen or something to that effect. Maybe he won't get the same sort of pleasure as she does, but he certainly isn't complaining. He's a patient dude and he's in it for the long haul. Her fingers sliding into his hair pulls a soft sound from him, and despite his pace being slow earlier, he begins to eat her out in earnest. Occasionally he draws back to use the light flicks of his tongue to tease, to break up the monotony, but he has a very single-track mind right now and he intends to see it through.
He'll show her stars should this all work out the way he hopes. }
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Date: 1/22/21 06:33 am (UTC)And she knows the only outcome of that scanario is to catastrophically snap.
So, of course when she thinks this is going to be a slow descent into madness, he tosses her right into it before she's ready. When he unexpectedly ups the intensity, she cries out, almost actively fighting him and struggling to escape. Even light flicks of his tongue feel like slaps to the face, harder and harder until she can hardly handle the sting. Her teeth grit as her eyes clamp shut. It's too much. It's too goddamn much! ]
Henr-- [ She can't even finish his name. He's pulling too many noises out of her, even through a mouth so tightly held together. ] Don't-- Don't--
[ Even so, despite her unfinished pleas, her fingers are working at her nipple feverishly, building upon his work. She can't help it. The terror feels good, no matter how much she fights it, and she wants to slip under the surface and drown in it.
Her hips nearly lift from the bed when he hits a perfect spot in a horrifically pleasurable way. Her nails dig into his scalp as she can tell something's about to break. The twisting heat in her abdomen is pulsing into an inferno. She's close to grasping the end. And in that end, he has her begging, once again pushing out the word that's hardly ever in her vocabulary. ]
Pl-Please!
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Date: 1/23/21 04:40 am (UTC)Her protests are weak, though hearing her stutter his name out only to get cut off sends a wild sort of thrill through him that he can't quite explain. Don't what, hm? He wants to convey this with how he mouths at her sopping wet skin. The sounds slick in his ears, deafening, he moans against her again. He definitely can't hear her pleas now.
The rise of her hips is allowed and he obediently follows, though not without keeping the pressure on it. He can feel her getting close just from these intense reactions alone. What started off as a tactile satisfaction now sends a thrum of arousal through him as her harsh breathing and that high pitch of her voice when she begs him for mercy shoots right through him.
God help him as well, because he wants to push her over the brink all over again. He wants to see her limp, boneless and shuddering in a heap as her mind tries to play catch-up. But perhaps he'll save that for another time. For now, he concentrates and never letting up on the rhythm and intensity of his licks and kisses. He gives the sensitive flesh a hard suck, rolling his tongue against it as he does so. That should definitely punch up things up a notch. }
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Date: 1/23/21 06:22 am (UTC)She snaps.
The buildup to that was painfully obvious for him, she's sure. Her noises kept growing in volume and pitch, no matter how hard she tried to keep them in. And when that blessed, cursed moment of release was finally granted, there are hardly words for the sounds that emanate from her. Caught somewhere between a moan and a scream, they shoot out of her with every pulse of pleasure.
He'd made her see stars, all right. A whole galaxy's worth.
Her mind goes completely blank as her entire body quakes furiously. There's nothing else to do but try to survive something that should absolutely be considered deadly. Even so, her hand is gripping the back of his skull as hard as it can. Some feral part of her is determined to make sure she rides this out till the end.
And the end mercifully and tragically comes. Each wave of pleasure gradually becomes smaller until she's left with an emptiness that still somehow feels fulfilling. Thoughts gradually return, and she can notice how stingingly sensitive she's become. But no matter. She can breathe again. Mostly. Hardly.
Her body seems to relax all at once, arms falling to her sides, and all she can manage to do is stare up at the ceiling. She'll acknowledge him eventually. Right now, she just needs to pray. Pray and pray and pray that this man will unravel her like this over and over. ]
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Date: 1/24/21 05:54 am (UTC)It'd be a relief to know that's how she sees it. Maybe phrasing it that way right off the bad would've felt like he was getting ahead of himself, but if she's seeing stars, then his goal has certainly been met. He'd wanted to show her a whole new world.
His face aches from how hard his nose is buried against her crotch, the skin around his neck burning in the wake of her nails, but he hardly seems to mind in the moment. All he can manage is a weak moan, disappearing into her skin. That's all issues future!Henry has to deal with, not current!Henry. As time slowly passes and she relaxes from such an explosive release, he breathes out shakily and finally relaxes his hold around her thighs though he stays close.
It's hard to stop after all that, even. He doesn't continue his assault, but he laps and kisses gently at her skin around the sensitive area. Along the inside of her thigh, right up along that crease of her leg and body again (it's one of his favorite parts of her body, he realizes) and eventually right back to her lips. He teases the tip of his tongue along the entrance again where it's wettest and begins the slow and soft process of cleaning up any remnants of her orgasm. }
Mm— beautiful. { His voice comes out raspy and hard between licks and kisses, but utterly pleased. }
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