𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓

every time i set up a blog, i blank on how to format a pinned post.

aaaaaaaand why are 'a study in' sections so hard????

he spares only a glance down at himself, mostly interested in her hands as they work to free his shirt from where it'd remained tucked into jeans. rip chuckles. honestly, he hadn't even fucking thought about it. too consumed with tasting her- touching her- seeing her in all of her naked glory after such a long drought. "can y'blame me?" he muses, lips continuing to seek out any part of her he can get like he's a moth drawn right into her flame. "when you look like that..." he practically growls, low in his throat. it wasn't like this was their first time. rip knew exactly what she looked like with euphoria swirling through every single one of nerve endings. he'd watched it build and build in her time and time again over the years. he spent a lot of time in fields, and some might consider his time out there to be his favourite, but right here with her- her sweet, sweet elixir balming his soul from the tongue inward and drying on his fingers- certainly he couldn't be blamed for calling this his favourite pastime or for wanting to devour what's his without worrying about anything having to do with himself first. she'd get him naked, all hers to do whatever she wanted with too. no qualms there. least of all from him. he moans into her mouth. his cock twitches well before her hand even descends, but the press of her breasts into his chest sure do the trick for his already hardened shaft. rip lets his tongue dance with hers like it danced against her mound. he doesn't remember too many of his dreams. a long, long time ago he learned to wake early and use the rising sun to forget all the things that troubled him in its nightly absence but he knows he sure as hell had more than his fair share of ones like this. right now, he is too far gone in the heat of their bodies to concern himself with how much or how little of it those dreams of his got right. nothing could beat the real thing though. he drops his arm only slightly to assure no unwanted pain finds her- he'll save that for pounding thrusts- knotted fingers in her hair- bruising kisses- and love laden bites to supple skin- but watches her face for any sign, easing his thick fingers out a little to give her more room, slightly less hooked but still right at home as he flattens the back of his hand against the marble. a deepened breath at the roam of her hands. fuck- he needs to be released from the confines of both boxers and jeans, with every inch of him standing alert at her chosen words. "fuck, beth." jesus fucking christ. "that what you want?" he prompts with his lips inches away from hers, eyes peering intensely down into her own. if that's what she wants, that's what she gets. he steals another kiss with extra salvation, hot and heavy, unable to stop the jerk of his own hips as he hangs on the precipice of her next move. "'cause, baby, i'd be fuckin' stupid t'have you askin' twice."

it’s criminal the ease with which her body responds to his touch- every caress is met with a shiver along her supple flesh, every kiss swallowing a hungry moan, the pool of mounting pleasure between her legs never left to run dry when all he has to do is look at her and she’s flushed. they have always, always, been hot and dirty and explosive in all the right ( and sometimes wrong ) ways- they are nothing if not consistent. so she isn’t at all surprised when she’s still tight on his fingers and her wetness seeps out of her in trickles as she ground her hips forward and down, slowly, and she can feel her insides still twitching in tiny aftershocks of her first orgasm. beth parted her mouth from rip’s with a gasp, breathing heavily in the small space between their mouths as she blinks her eyes open and a sound she’s never made before slips through the part of her lips as she gets caught in the intense stare of his eyes peering at her- her body grows taut, sweat glistening on her brow and in the hollow of her neck, down the expanse of her chest and between the valley of her heaving breasts- he’s looking at her now, and she has to pull her lip in between her teeth just to stifle the whimper she can feel sitting on her tongue as she slides her hands inside the waistband of his jeans, palms flat on his firm body to make room, making it easier for her to push his jeans and boxers down a little on his hips. “yeah baby,” she answers, pout forming while she slipped her hand down between her legs and into his pants- there’s enough space now for her to brush her fingertips along his straining length, and beth grinned as she stretched her back upwards to capture his mouth with hers. “that’s what i want.” she has never been shy about that, telling him what she needs and what she likes until he’d learned her body well enough to know it better than she did. and she learned the same about his. her hand wrapped around his hard shaft as she fished it out to stand at full mast through the opening of his jeans, his cock throbbing in her palm as she moved her hand from base to head and swiped her thumb teasingly over his leaking tip. she kisses him back with the same vigour as he thrust into her hand and she gasped at the jolt of his between her thighs, fingers still blessedly inside her. “i want you t’ask for it, rip-“

she's hanging on by a thread. her hips rocking now that he's relented, rolling up and down and quaking as he fills her, licks her, swallows her whole and wrings a desperate, needy cry from her open mouth as his fingers- so dextrous and thick and absolutely relentless pounding in to her with the flick of his tongue up and down the slick slit of her sex and in, his mouth on and around and inside her as she holds him to the apex of her legs. her eyes flutter closed, the hand on her own thigh rising to throw her arm over the bridge of her nose while she turns her head into the kitchen counter. beth's body quivered, the muscles in her legs and her arms quaking with spasms as she humped his face while he ate her out and fingered her to a precipice she can feel encroaching on her in waves. she doesn't hear him clearly, words reaching her but the blood in her head is pounding hard enough to drown them out, his voice a muffled sound as he thrusts inside her- a long drawn out 'oh, fu-u-u-uck yes,' hissed through her teeth as she feels him rather than hears him. his timbre low and raspy and the vibrations of his voice is the end of her, completely. white hot pleasure sparks first behind her eyes and travelling down her body, pebbling her nipples into hard peaks against the lace of her bra and causing her stomach to grow taut with tension- it's the shudder of her hips as comes, gushing obscenely around his fingers as she trembles. she holds her breath as she climaxes, his pumping fingers drawing it out even longer and she chokes on air as she gasps for breath finally, chest rising and falling hard. as she comes to, dropping her arm down over her stomach, she opened her eyes and blinked wearily, spent but still keyed enough to fuck herself on his hand with the lazy rock of her hips. her whole body goes slack, the dip of her back flattening against the counter, her leg dead weight on his shoulder. beth panted as she stared up at her kitchen ceiling. they are no where near finished, she knows that for sure- and her throbbing inner walls clench tight around his still buried fingers in anticipation of an exhausting night ahead. "god, baby." she sighed, slowly moving her hands to pull her arms back and help her hold herself up on her elbows so she can peer down at him. her face, neck and chest sweat slick from exertion, and she smiled. "you're really fuckin' good at that." but she knew that already.

he teeters her closer and closer, less preoccupied now that he isn't distracted by each curve and spasm of her body with his eyes- though that hadn't stopped him from carrying out this oath he's all but on his knees committing to her- and he laps his tongue harder, faster, as if he could never be satiated. enough will always be enough and simultaneously never enough. maybe that doesn't make sense to anyone else but it damn well makes sense to rip. he'll worship her for the rest of his days. hell, he'd already done so for most of the ones he'd lived. between her thighs, above her, below her, by her side. some part of him inside of her. they've always been fucking inside one another. a tattooed engravement on the soul. he groans a heady groan in response to her mewls, her hissed yes's and curses, fixed in his determination of the edge her body seeks to be carried over. she's so close, he can tell. the way her walls clamp around his fingers and her essence continues to flow out through the crevices of his fingers where they're buried. when she comes, he remains just as unyielding in his steady flicking and gyrating curls. only dares to slow once he knows the waves have begun to turn into mild little crashes. the constant beat of his tongue finds an end with one last long pull of her clit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks, relishing in the taste of her that he knows he'll have again before the night is through. rip pulls away wearing her sex on his lips. kisses right up the valley to her stomach where muscles were pulled taught, higher still, and hovers his body into her. "thought i was doin' pretty good, yeah." he teases huskily, the hand at her hip giving it a squeeze. his fingers are still buried inside of her and at the tail-end of his words he rocks them right back against the her g-spot. "could do it again." send her right back hurling to the edge. when he finally tears his face from the warmth of her skin he nuzzles his nose into her hair with a heavy, breathless breath. for all the primal energy he had he's soft in the way he approaches her in the aftermath, stealing her lips almost as slowly as his start to fucking her. "i missed you too." he'd been a little too busy to say it back. surely she understands.

it’s never just once with them, that was never in their cards. so though she’s spent and sated and catching her breath like she’s done for the night- she knows she’s not. aftershock waves wash over her body in vibrations under her skin as beth eases down from her orgasm with a heavy breath. she feels fucking amazing. always does after he’s touched and fucked her. but even more so tonight with the echo of ‘i love you’ setting her body alight with an urgent need for him to stake his claim all over her body and deep inside it- in the beating chambers of her heart and in the tight embrace of her wet pussy. she welcomes him back up to her with her hands sliding up his stomach between them, under his shirt as she pulls it from where’s it’s tucked and buckled. beth breathed quiet laughter as she scratches lightly as the skin of his belly- here she is naked save for her lingerie bra confining the swells of her breast and her now ruined panties forgotten in his haste to go down on her- and he’s yet to take anything off. typical. “don’t be fucking humble rip,” she tells him quietly, breathed through her parted lips, hot and steady now that she’s come- his fingers are still inside her and she can feel them, a sharp inhale following as he thrusts them as if to remind her. her eyes are bright with knowing mirth and expectations now that he’s said that he could do it again- almost like a challenge in the way she looks at him, but unspoken. she knows he could, he’s done it before, and she knows he’ll do it again whether she asks him to or not. still, she smiles lovingly even if she hasn’t managed to say the word itself. a hum settles low in her throat as he kisses her, her mouth opening to part his own lips over hers and she slipped her tongue in to taste herself on his. beth moaned, pressing her breasts up against his chest by pushing herself up on her elbows- she encourages him to stand upright and she follows, sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter with one of her legs still held up by the crook of his arm and she rolls her hips on his hand slowly, a slight jerk of her hips when she feels him where she’s sensitive. it’s not the most comfortable of positions but she doesn’t mind the awkward stretch, grateful she’s flexible enough for this to not hurt. her hands slowly trailed down his stomach and towards his pelvis, thumb knocking open the latch of his buckle belt until she had it hanging open and loose around his hips. she kisses his again, savouring it with another moan while she made room in his jeans to slide her hand in. “if i touch you now baby, will you come on me?” she teases coyly, toying with the denim waistband until he answers her. she wouldn’t mind. in fact, she came on him first. it’s only fair he return the favour. she wants him on her before he’s in her properly- and beth knows he has a couple loads in him, even if it’s not as quick a recovery for him as it used to be. she’s hardly complaining.

rip has her right where he wants her, glorious and writhing and whimpering and he can feel his own pre cum leaking from the tip of his ever-growing bulge. sure as he's devouring her in this moment is he that it's seeping a wet spot through his boxers. fuck- he knows then and there, that he could cum from fucking watching her. but for as much as he's taking her for he's still just rip fucking wheeler- and he'll relent to her every wish. letting her push him further into her cunt his nose glistens with her sex, much like his fingers. it's probably a good thing. if he kept his eyes stare so deeply, so unblinkingly on her, it'd be no surprise to him if she really did end up bringing him there without any single part of her even having to touch his dick at all. that'd be dangerous for her to know. besides, he wants to cum for the first time buried to the absolute hilt inside of her so he forgets the world even exists around them. not a hard feat surely. whenever he's with her it's just them and the little piece of heaven they carvee out for however long they choose to revel in it. hardly ever a weekend- or a week- or whatever is to come, but he's fucking her and in a way she's fucking him too with the grinding of her hips that he eases his hold for her to perform because it's so damn hot when she does. it burns a fire in the pit of his own stomach. the tugs on his curls encouraging him. he could spend hours doing this. having her, just like this. and he keeps going at that pace even with her plea- just a little more- and then murmurs against her, "come for me, beth." with the words passed his lips he returns his entire mouth to apply a sucking pressure right to her clit. his fingers pick up speed with precision, no longer thrusting, but hooking up and forward towards her pelvic bone again. arm held taught as he finger fucks and sucks, swirling and licking at the nub of nerves without barely even moving his mouth, pushing her to the precipice of what he knows is her waiting orgasm.

she's hanging on by a thread. her hips rocking now that he's relented, rolling up and down and quaking as he fills her, licks her, swallows her whole and wrings a desperate, needy cry from her open mouth as his fingers- so dextrous and thick and absolutely relentless pounding in to her with the flick of his tongue up and down the slick slit of her sex and in, his mouth on and around and inside her as she holds him to the apex of her legs. her eyes flutter closed, the hand on her own thigh rising to throw her arm over the bridge of her nose while she turns her head into the kitchen counter. beth's body quivered, the muscles in her legs and her arms quaking with spasms as she humped his face while he ate her out and fingered her to a precipice she can feel encroaching on her in waves. she doesn't hear him clearly, words reaching her but the blood in her head is pounding hard enough to drown them out, his voice a muffled sound as he thrusts inside her- a long drawn out 'oh, fu-u-u-uck yes,' hissed through her teeth as she feels him rather than hears him. his timbre low and raspy and the vibrations of his voice is the end of her, completely. white hot pleasure sparks first behind her eyes and travelling down her body, pebbling her nipples into hard peaks against the lace of her bra and causing her stomach to grow taut with tension- it's the shudder of her hips as comes, gushing obscenely around his fingers as she trembles. she holds her breath as she climaxes, his pumping fingers drawing it out even longer and she chokes on air as she gasps for breath finally, chest rising and falling hard. as she comes to, dropping her arm down over her stomach, she opened her eyes and blinked wearily, spent but still keyed enough to fuck herself on his hand with the lazy rock of her hips. her whole body goes slack, the dip of her back flattening against the counter, her leg dead weight on his shoulder. beth panted as she stared up at her kitchen ceiling. they are no where near finished, she knows that for sure- and her throbbing inner walls clench tight around his still buried fingers in anticipation of an exhausting night ahead. "god, baby." she sighed, slowly moving her hands to pull her arms back and help her hold herself up on her elbows so she can peer down at him. her face, neck and chest sweat slick from exertion, and she smiled. "you're really fuckin' good at that." but she knew that already.

he gathers her in, arm slipping under the bend of her knee when it falls across his shoulder to hike her ever closer to his mouth, as if it was even possible- but he puts in a valiant effort anyway- lapping hungrily between her thighs. the pads of his fingers press deep into the supple skin where they grip her hip from the backside forward. his heart, it beats its bone caged to shame. fueled by a primal sense of pride to be the one she's allowing to claim her. he moaned against her sex. let the vibration ripple off each rove of his tongue. he's done this before, has felt what it feels like to have her fall apart beneath him and to fall apart with her but it's undeniable that the weight of the night has brought so much to the forefront that words cannot simply suffice in the way he can tell her with his actions. actions of which he will make tonight. and even bigger ones he will make in the future to show how much he meant every single word. this is merely the starting point, he thinks- of showing her just what it means to be his. the tip of his tongue circles her nerves, dipping down to gather warm essence from her core, before swiping right back up the length of her cunt to repeat the same pattern. meanwhile, his eyes are feasting on a whole other show entirely. one he couldn't possibly look away from. does she know how fucking good she looks in the throws of pleasure? he marvels, like he's never seen anything worthy except for her, her, her. truth be told, he hasn't. "fuck, baby." he's enamored, really. breathing the throaty curse into her wetness. gaze is heavy and lusting from below as he watches her. the speed of his thrusting fingers picks up rhythmically as he gently sucks one of her lower lips into his mouth, careful not to change too much of what he's doing- wanting to keep her crescendo-ing to the height he absolutely has no plan to stop until he takes her to- but wanting to alight every last nerve ending she has with his love.

when he adjusts his body between her legs, helping to hold her leg up over his shoulder and he hauls her toward him, beth gasped a quiet 'ungh,' with the reposition of her body, the curve of her ass now resting right on the counter ledge. she took took advantage of the brief reprieve it afforded her, his hold on her hip going temporarily slack, and she swivelled her hips in circular motion, grinding on his fingers buried all the way inside her- beth shuddered, live wire electricity racing up the line of her spine as she moaned continuously. her right hand moved down the stretch of her body to meet her left at her stomach before they both travelled downward. with one leg around his waist and the other held up over his shoulder by her arm, it made it easier for her to sink her fingers into his hair at the crown of his head as he devoured her. she glanced down at him with hooded, lust-full eyes, jade green meeting the near onyx black of his hungry gaze, and that's too much- it's too much to have him knuckle deep, mouth full of her and watching as she writhed under his hold. her grip on his hair tightened as she tugged his head down and into her sex, urging him to lower his head so his eyes are unable to stare into hers, and she ground her hips up to meet him as best she could still pinned to the counter by his free hand. tiny shocks of pleasure cause her body and muscles to spasm as he fucks her closer and closer to a familiar bliss, but he knows her too well- the pace he sets and the pressure he applies to her weeping cunt is not enough to push her over, it's only enough to keep her on edge. "r-rip..." she whines, his name a plea on her tongue that she swallows with a heavy pant and a small cry. her hands let up on his head and hair, one still buried lightly in the black curls she adores as the other moves to grasp at the flesh of her own thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to, maybe. leave bruises. beth writhed, wetness growing slicker and slicker between her thighs, she clenched and unclenched on his fingers as his pace increased and he licked her near clean, and she broke. "fuck, please."