Her body takes him as if they have always fit together in this manner, and it draws his arousal to such an intense point he slows after a few initial thrusts to compose himself. The name on her lips is a surprise, though not unpleasant. With everything else going on he can't completely identify how he feels about it, but he knows he enjoys something about it. Is it the way she says it, or that it's her saying it in the first place? He isn't certain and doesn't have the spare mental capacity to root out his feelings now.
Even as he's holding himself inside of her his hands move, fingers drawing from where he can reach the top of her spine all the way down towards where her tail starts. His view is exquisite, the way she's holding her tail up giving him the perfect line of sight to where they join together. His thumbs pry her cheeks apart, the base of his cock looking so snug where it is, her pussy still gripping tight around him and gets a first look at her winking arsehole looking so in need of attention too.
"Inviting," he murmurs as he keeps one cheek spread, his thumb gathering enough saliva from his mouth to drench it before dropping it to the tight pucker beneath her tail and teasing.
It feels incredible to think this is the first time they've ever slept together, really. He knows how to handle her body in ways that spell out a very familiar lover - or a very skilled one.
She hopes he becomes familiar. There's nothing about this encounter she wouldn't want to repeat.
The exchange of messages might have started with the strangest of topics, but this? This is heaven.
She doesn't just grip him, she is a constant pulse around his cock, as if she's already on the verge of coming and all he needs to do is fill her. And fuck her. The fucking is - she's got no words.
The only word is a moaned out "Yes," when she feels his thumb at the pucker of her arsehole. She lifts her head, a quiver runnning up the back of her legs. "Please, yes - take it." A beat, enough for her to suck in a breath. "Can I have you in every hole? Can you make me lose my mind a little?"
The way she talks to him sits so comfortably in the space between them. A way to grant his wish of hearing her, getting every little piece of feedback even between the moans of pleasure. He enjoys hearing her as much as he enjoys feeling her body, not least because he's intensely aware of how long he's wanted this. And equally aware of how long he's been afraid of this.
Her permission is the last thing he had stalled for, careful not to cross boundaries that weren't meant to be crossed. Her plea for more - to be filled so resolutely - falls so sweetly to his ears that he grunts his own pleasure. A perfect union between them, only getting better by the moment.
He pushes his thumb into her then, fingers wrapping around the base of her tail to keep his hand steady. Plunging his thumb into the equally tight heat of her arse is enough to have his arousal spike again, convinces him to keep still just for a fraction longer.
She feels his hand wrap around the base of tail and, with a drowned, lust-dizzy moan lets it go. It doesn't snake and wrap around his arm because she's not that dexterous - and the base of it isn't exactly thin - but gods, she loves him holding her tail so much.
His thumb breaches her and fills her, and it's not insubstantial - he's a very tall and broad man, and his hands feel made to match.
Does she enjoy being full? "Fuck yes, so much..." She doesn't groan it out, but she has to force the words out through moans, her head spinning.
She doesn't notice that she's started to grind down against him - his cock, his finger - in another attempt to get more.
She moves to grab onto the pew with one hand, reaching behind her to feel blindly where he has his thumb inside her, then down between her legs to feel where his cock fills her.
There's ample space he leaves as he watches her fingers reach around and feel up where they're joined. In fact he lets her feel as much as she'd like to, only moving when he thinks she might be about to take her hand back. Then he grasps her wrist, holding it in place behind her as he snaps his hips forward and hooks his thumb inside her to hold her.
Perhaps she's able to stop herself from going face first into the pew with just the one arm, but if not he's gripping her wrist tight enough not to allow enough slack. Regardless the simple motion extracts a sharp breath from him. Evidence that he's enjoying this. Evidence that he finds it just as hot as she does, even if his words aren't necessarily forthcoming.
He settles into something of a rhythm after that, his eyes drinking in the sight beneath him. The way her body is forced to rock forward with every slam of his hips against hers. Any noise she makes categorised and memorised as he fucks her in earnest. He won't last forever, not with the feeling of her so tight around him, but he doesn't think he needs to.
The grip she has on the pew is, at this point, the tips of her fingers grazing the rotten down wood, arm stretched out so she can catch herself if she absolutely has to. But she's his, she's all his. He has a grip on her arm and those thrusts are driving her to the edge of an orgasm with every push forward.
It feels like he's splitting her in half, and you can throw her in horny jail because this is just her type, honestly. Something to make her walk funny tomorrow. Between the restraints, the finger in her arsehole acting like a hook, his relentless pace - they fill the chapel with all sorts of frantic sounds. Her panted breaths, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the squelching slickness of her cunt, her moans and his grunts.
He doesn't need to last longer, because Ea sure as fuck doesn't. It feels like an eternity, but it is at best a few minutes of that intense pace before she gives up trying to catch herself and just brings that hand down to slap her clit a few times. That's the last edge she needs, and she shatters with a sharp and breathless cry, coming hard and wet and messy.
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Date: 2024-09-07 03:53 pm (UTC)Even as he's holding himself inside of her his hands move, fingers drawing from where he can reach the top of her spine all the way down towards where her tail starts. His view is exquisite, the way she's holding her tail up giving him the perfect line of sight to where they join together. His thumbs pry her cheeks apart, the base of his cock looking so snug where it is, her pussy still gripping tight around him and gets a first look at her winking arsehole looking so in need of attention too.
"Inviting," he murmurs as he keeps one cheek spread, his thumb gathering enough saliva from his mouth to drench it before dropping it to the tight pucker beneath her tail and teasing.
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Date: 2024-09-07 04:50 pm (UTC)She hopes he becomes familiar. There's nothing about this encounter she wouldn't want to repeat.
The exchange of messages might have started with the strangest of topics, but this? This is heaven.
She doesn't just grip him, she is a constant pulse around his cock, as if she's already on the verge of coming and all he needs to do is fill her. And fuck her. The fucking is - she's got no words.
The only word is a moaned out "Yes," when she feels his thumb at the pucker of her arsehole. She lifts her head, a quiver runnning up the back of her legs. "Please, yes - take it." A beat, enough for her to suck in a breath. "Can I have you in every hole? Can you make me lose my mind a little?"
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Date: 2024-09-07 07:35 pm (UTC)Her permission is the last thing he had stalled for, careful not to cross boundaries that weren't meant to be crossed. Her plea for more - to be filled so resolutely - falls so sweetly to his ears that he grunts his own pleasure. A perfect union between them, only getting better by the moment.
He pushes his thumb into her then, fingers wrapping around the base of her tail to keep his hand steady. Plunging his thumb into the equally tight heat of her arse is enough to have his arousal spike again, convinces him to keep still just for a fraction longer.
"You enjoy being full like this?"
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Date: 2024-09-07 07:49 pm (UTC)His thumb breaches her and fills her, and it's not insubstantial - he's a very tall and broad man, and his hands feel made to match.
Does she enjoy being full? "Fuck yes, so much..." She doesn't groan it out, but she has to force the words out through moans, her head spinning.
She doesn't notice that she's started to grind down against him - his cock, his finger - in another attempt to get more.
She moves to grab onto the pew with one hand, reaching behind her to feel blindly where he has his thumb inside her, then down between her legs to feel where his cock fills her.
"Gods...this is so hot..."
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Date: 2024-09-08 05:36 pm (UTC)Perhaps she's able to stop herself from going face first into the pew with just the one arm, but if not he's gripping her wrist tight enough not to allow enough slack. Regardless the simple motion extracts a sharp breath from him. Evidence that he's enjoying this. Evidence that he finds it just as hot as she does, even if his words aren't necessarily forthcoming.
He settles into something of a rhythm after that, his eyes drinking in the sight beneath him. The way her body is forced to rock forward with every slam of his hips against hers. Any noise she makes categorised and memorised as he fucks her in earnest. He won't last forever, not with the feeling of her so tight around him, but he doesn't think he needs to.
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Date: 2024-09-10 04:10 pm (UTC)It feels like he's splitting her in half, and you can throw her in horny jail because this is just her type, honestly. Something to make her walk funny tomorrow. Between the restraints, the finger in her arsehole acting like a hook, his relentless pace - they fill the chapel with all sorts of frantic sounds. Her panted breaths, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the squelching slickness of her cunt, her moans and his grunts.
He doesn't need to last longer, because Ea sure as fuck doesn't. It feels like an eternity, but it is at best a few minutes of that intense pace before she gives up trying to catch herself and just brings that hand down to slap her clit a few times. That's the last edge she needs, and she shatters with a sharp and breathless cry, coming hard and wet and messy.