If she asked him now, he'd probably tell her he'll never be disappointed in her ever again. The idea of being disappointed in her is unfathomable when he feels the way he does now, her in his lap. No, no, she did the right thing coming to him first, because even if she changes her mind for now there are always other avenues, and he's a patient man even if there's something horrible lurking deep inside him.
Those shaky breaths are so sweet, sweet as the feel of her surrounding the head of his cock, every nerve flaring up in his brain so hard that he feels on the verge of blacking out. "Salome, Christ, you're so tight, oh, babydoll, don't you feel nice, perfect. Tell me when you can't take anymore and I'll stop." He nuzzles up against the curve of her throat, pushing soft kisses up and down her flesh, the scent of her skin as overwhelming as that of her arousal. One careful inch at a time, he coaxes her down, lifting her up occasionally to give her a few seconds to get used to the sensation of him sliding in and out of her, and every further inch makes it harder and harder to think.
One hand lifts to slide between her legs, brushing and pressing against her clit to give her pleasure in hopes of muting or blending any discomfort, because it would be disappointing if she were hurt and reluctant to do it again after this, especially with the way she feels around him, and the look on her face, that beautiful open mouth that his tongue darts against.
She clenches around him, fitting like a too-tight, soaking glove, and everything horrible in the back of his head says, just slam inside her, get it over with, fuck her good and hard, imagine what it must feel like to be completely inside of her. But the rest of him fights the insidious thought back, and he kisses her, instead, gradually coaxing her down the hard length of his shaft until she tells him to stop.
Groaning, Richard presses his mouth to her ear, his words pouring straight into it in a hot, whispered snarl. "You can't even imagine how good you feel, baby, I've never felt anything so tight. Oh, isn't this nice, is daddy's cock everything you hoped it would be?"
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Date: 2012-07-29 11:57 pm (UTC)Those shaky breaths are so sweet, sweet as the feel of her surrounding the head of his cock, every nerve flaring up in his brain so hard that he feels on the verge of blacking out. "Salome, Christ, you're so tight, oh, babydoll, don't you feel nice, perfect. Tell me when you can't take anymore and I'll stop." He nuzzles up against the curve of her throat, pushing soft kisses up and down her flesh, the scent of her skin as overwhelming as that of her arousal. One careful inch at a time, he coaxes her down, lifting her up occasionally to give her a few seconds to get used to the sensation of him sliding in and out of her, and every further inch makes it harder and harder to think.
One hand lifts to slide between her legs, brushing and pressing against her clit to give her pleasure in hopes of muting or blending any discomfort, because it would be disappointing if she were hurt and reluctant to do it again after this, especially with the way she feels around him, and the look on her face, that beautiful open mouth that his tongue darts against.
She clenches around him, fitting like a too-tight, soaking glove, and everything horrible in the back of his head says, just slam inside her, get it over with, fuck her good and hard, imagine what it must feel like to be completely inside of her. But the rest of him fights the insidious thought back, and he kisses her, instead, gradually coaxing her down the hard length of his shaft until she tells him to stop.
Groaning, Richard presses his mouth to her ear, his words pouring straight into it in a hot, whispered snarl. "You can't even imagine how good you feel, baby, I've never felt anything so tight. Oh, isn't this nice, is daddy's cock everything you hoped it would be?"