“You don’t come until I tell you,” she said, her breath brushing over his face and carrying the words into his skin, into his blood.
“Yes,” Seborga breathed. He couldn’t say it any louder – shouting it wouldn’t have been enough to show how much he agreed.
Miss Monaco smiled again, and pushed herself back up, and guided him into her as she sank slowly down.
*
Seborga’s eyes widened when Monaco took him into her, and she was sure it wasn’t just the sunlight making them shine that way. His lips parted on a soft little ”oh,”, and she slowed down – not much, just a fraction, but enough to tease him.
His cock was in proportion to the rest of him – not too big, but comfortable, and the stretch didn’t come close to pain. It had been a while; Monaco had no shortage of suitors, but neither did she have a shortage of standards. Long enough that she welcomed the sensation again. It felt pleasant, in a similar vein as the way everything Seborga had said and done had been pleasant: Not sophisticated or sensual, but simple, and straightforward, and very enjoyable.
Her hips met his, and she sat still for a moment. Seborga lay tense and trembling under her. His fingers were clutching at the wrought-iron post she’d tied him to.
And he hadn’t moved. Even though she could tell from the tremors in his thighs that he wanted to.
Well.
She rocked against him, testing the angle, and then lifted herself up and slipped back down. Mmmm, yes, that was nice. Again, moving languidly – there was no rush, they had the whole afternoon, she could take her time and savour it if she wanted to – and she did.
She rode him easily, lazily. She could tell that Seborga was fighting to hold himself still for her, especially when his control broke and he moved up against her, unexpectedly firmly, before he realised and pulled himself back down – but that was all right, Monaco decided, she didn’t mind him moving a little bit; it felt good, and besides, it was nice not to have a completely inanimate partner. Even if she could see that said partner was only so still out of devotion.
She rocked down again, meeting another slight thrust, and gasped – he fit inside her so sweetly, but it wasn’t quite enough. She let her fingers dance down her stomach, down close to where their bodies met. Seborga’s wide green eyes followed her fingers, and Monaco smiled at him. Hmm…maybe not yet, she was enjoying this.
And it built up inside her, slowly, until her breath hitched and she was so close, and even though her thighs were starting to feel the strain, Monaco kept moving, slipping her fingers down to rub over slick flesh –
This time it was deeper, fiercer; she’d had longer to build, and when it came she groaned aloud with it, letting it shake through her body. She sat down hard, rocking against Seborga’s hips as the last of it shuddered through her, and slumped, breathing heavily.
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(Anonymous) 2013-06-08 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes,” Seborga breathed. He couldn’t say it any louder – shouting it wouldn’t have been enough to show how much he agreed.
Miss Monaco smiled again, and pushed herself back up, and guided him into her as she sank slowly down.
*
Seborga’s eyes widened when Monaco took him into her, and she was sure it wasn’t just the sunlight making them shine that way. His lips parted on a soft little ”oh,”, and she slowed down – not much, just a fraction, but enough to tease him.
His cock was in proportion to the rest of him – not too big, but comfortable, and the stretch didn’t come close to pain. It had been a while; Monaco had no shortage of suitors, but neither did she have a shortage of standards. Long enough that she welcomed the sensation again. It felt pleasant, in a similar vein as the way everything Seborga had said and done had been pleasant: Not sophisticated or sensual, but simple, and straightforward, and very enjoyable.
Her hips met his, and she sat still for a moment. Seborga lay tense and trembling under her. His fingers were clutching at the wrought-iron post she’d tied him to.
And he hadn’t moved. Even though she could tell from the tremors in his thighs that he wanted to.
Well.
She rocked against him, testing the angle, and then lifted herself up and slipped back down. Mmmm, yes, that was nice. Again, moving languidly – there was no rush, they had the whole afternoon, she could take her time and savour it if she wanted to – and she did.
She rode him easily, lazily. She could tell that Seborga was fighting to hold himself still for her, especially when his control broke and he moved up against her, unexpectedly firmly, before he realised and pulled himself back down – but that was all right, Monaco decided, she didn’t mind him moving a little bit; it felt good, and besides, it was nice not to have a completely inanimate partner. Even if she could see that said partner was only so still out of devotion.
She rocked down again, meeting another slight thrust, and gasped – he fit inside her so sweetly, but it wasn’t quite enough. She let her fingers dance down her stomach, down close to where their bodies met. Seborga’s wide green eyes followed her fingers, and Monaco smiled at him. Hmm…maybe not yet, she was enjoying this.
And it built up inside her, slowly, until her breath hitched and she was so close, and even though her thighs were starting to feel the strain, Monaco kept moving, slipping her fingers down to rub over slick flesh –
This time it was deeper, fiercer; she’d had longer to build, and when it came she groaned aloud with it, letting it shake through her body. She sat down hard, rocking against Seborga’s hips as the last of it shuddered through her, and slumped, breathing heavily.
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