beehive

She means, tell me when I can touch you again without making you come instantly.

She rubs his chest, telling him to breathe deep and slow for her. There are already tears welling at the corners of his eyes. This will be good for him, she thinks.

When he's fully pulled back from the edge, she starts again. This time, using her mouth on him. He loves this, obviously, sighing and moaning. Saying her name when she takes him deep, and he can feel her swallow and gag around him.

"Fuck, I'm close," he says again, soon enough, "Gem, please. Please. Gem!"

Only one edge and he's already begging to come.

She pulls off to say "Don't," and he looks like he could cry, head tipped back, breathing hard. She sucks him until he sobs, chest shuddering with ragged breaths.

"I can't. Gem. Gem, I can't," he whines, with that same rising intonation, that same panic as before. He wants to be good for her, he just doesn't think he can. Doesn't think he's strong enough.

She pulls off again, for real this time, and the noise he makes is wounded, already brought to tears on just his second edge.

She doesn't wait as long for him to back down this time, instead climbing into his lap, tugging her panties aside to line him up and sink down onto that achingly hard cock.

He makes a noise, like a moan punched out of him, fist in his gut. Gem rides him for her own pleasure, rolling back and forth, grinding against him, using his cock like her own personal toy. When he's shaking, and all he can give her is a warning "Nnnn, Gem," she slowly sinks all the way down onto him, and sits there.

"Not yet," she tells him.

"Please Gem," he whines, desperate. "Need it."

"Just wait," she says, and he throws his head back against the pillows in frustration. She can feel the tension in his hips, like he desperately wants to fuck up into her, bury himself even deeper into her.

He doesn't.

"Good boy," she says, and feels him twitch inside her. For a moment, she thinks she's broken him, that he might have come inside her from the praise alone. But he breathes deep and slow for her, stays hard inside her. She squeezes around him as she starts to ride him again, this time bouncing a little harder for him.

He's so wet and leaky that it drips down his shaft, down her inner thighs with her own wetness. The sound of it is ridiculous. Filthy-dirty-wet. She braces her hands against his chest for balance, palms on his tits, groping, and he presses himself into her with every breath.

"Gem," he warns her again. Doesn't need to say anything else now, she knows he's close. It must be the most torturous kind of edge, the way she keeps him inside her but doesn't move. That heat, soft and tight around him, but he can't do a thing about it.

She tells him, "this time, I'm fucking you until I come. Be good and stay hard for me, okay?"

He nods, but the sound that comes out is like a sob. He's wrecked. Red in the face and sweaty, fringe stuck to his forehead. Glasses lost, somewhere along the way. She still thinks he's gorgeous. She rolls her hips on hip, feeling the ache and the stretch of his thick cock inside her, how rock fucking hard he is right now.

"You can fuck me," she says, and he pushes up into her instantly, so deep it hurts in the best way. She rides him like that, meeting his every thrust, feeling split open around all that girth.

When she's close, she stops moving, letting him keep fucking into her while she reaches for her vibe.

"Harder," she tells him, pressing her vibe to her clit, and Grian just moans, desperately fucking up into her as hard as he can with little to no leverage. "Don't stop," she says, breathless and close, and he sobs again, just watching his cock disappear into her over and over again. She shakes when she comes, sinking down on him hard and arching back between his legs, pussy clenching and pulsing around him. Waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

"Fuck, oh, Gem," he whines, eyes rolling back, feeling the vibration of her wand through her pussy as she keeps coming on him, her hips grinding to rub his cock against her sweet spot from inside.

When she's done, he's breathing just as hard as her, and she's so wet and sloppy that she's not entirely sure that he hasn't come inside her, with her. But he stays hard, keeps whining and hiccuping like he needs something.

She knows what he needs.

"Alright. Make yourself come," she says, and he whines.

"Gem," he breathes, and bucks up into her. She's sensitive, post-orgasm, but it feels good. She just stays there, loose and open for him to shove himself into. He must have already been close again, must have been desperately clinging to the edge as she'd used him and come on him again and again. Because it only takes a couple of thrusts for him to shove deep and unload into her. He barely makes a sound, just whimpers and sighs. Just breathing her name as he spills inside, as deep as he can get.

"Gem. Gem. Gem."

His whole body shakes with it. He gasps open-mouthed, tears finally rolling down his cheeks. The flush from his face extends all the way down his chest. Beads of sweat in the hollow of his throat and between his tits.

Gem only pulls off him when she feels him finally starting to go soft, ignoring the quiet, pained noise he makes. She lets his come trickle out of her, dripping down onto him beneath her. He doesn't even protest, just turns his face to wipe his cheek against his bicep.

She undoes the ties around his wrists, and he winces as he brings his arms down to his sides, wiggling his fingers like he's trying to get the feeling back.

There's some aftercare, of course. Maybe they have a little cleanup shower together, Gem rubbing the feeling back into Grian's arms, telling him how good he was for her. He just wants to be held for a bit, thanking her with his face tucked into her neck. When they finally crawl into bed and cuddle up together, Grian falls asleep almost instantly.

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