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Trying as you might to concentrate on the beautiful spread he's made for you as he enjoys his first meal of the day. Giving in to temptation and winding your fingers into charcoal curls as you grind against his mouth, allowing his sinful distraction to overtake you entirely.

Hearing him growl softly against you as your thighs clench tightly around his face. Feeling his tongue push into you as deft hands work in tandem to bring you to completion.

After what feels like hours of teasing, you feel your release flood out of you as his mouth replaces his fingers, his lips sealing gently around you. Hearing him sigh appreciatively against you as his tongue encourages every last drop from you.

Releasing his hair, you follow the curve of his jaw down into the hollow of his throat with your fingers. Whining, you feel his throat bob with every wave of your spend down his throat. You watch as he pulls away, a delicate string of saliva still connecting him to you.

Breakfast long since forgotten, you yelp as he grabs your hips and tugs you down against the bulge tenting his pyjama pants. His body cages you, warm and wanting, as wicked lips find the shell of your ear. You arch up against him as his arms wrap around you, the scent of you still rich on his breath.

'Time for the main course, darlin'...'

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"Hey, doll." An unfamiliar figure plunked down next to you, lanky and reeking of stale cigarettes and cheap beer, stretching a skinny arm across the back of the sofa and giving your tense shoulders a squeeze like he knew you. "Name's Mary." You blinked a few times but didn't turn to face him, eying him with your peripheral vision. Tight ripped jeans. Mud-caked boots. Black, spiked hair. Smudged skull face paint and fake blood streaming from his thick Scandinavian brow along the long column of his pale neck. You did not know him, and you certainly would remember all that if you did, but you tried not to think too much about it, focusing internally on whatever the fuck was going on inside your own body and brain. "M'tryin' to have a good time," you mumbled, talking to yourself more than him. "Tryin' to do this right and have fun this time." "Well if a good time is what you're looking for, I'm y'guy." He leaned in a little too close, taking in the scent of your shampoo and letting his nose brush against the sensitive spot under your ear. "You wanna be Cinderella at the ball, consider me your Fairy Godmother." "Cinderella?" Your eyes were wide open now, finally meeting his directly though he was only half-listening to you. "Yeah, babe..." He was nuzzling more deliberately, kissing softly along your neck between slightly slurred words. "Who knows? I might even be your Prince Charming..." But your focus was elsewhere. It was like he'd unlocked some long-lost memory of a simpler, more innocent time. "Prince Charming...Fairy Godmother...WAIT...I have the perfect thing..." You grabbed him by the wrist and took off abruptly, yanking him to his feet and forcing him to run after you towards your bedroom, leaving him just enough time to glance back over his shoulder with a smug wink to his buddies. You locked the door behind you, giving him a rough shove onto your bed where he tumbled with a bounce and a lusty chuckle at your eagerness, already fumbling with the heavy buckle of his studded belt. "Stay here," you ordered emphatically, pressing both hands into his shoulders before ducking through the curtain into your closet. "You got it, hot stuff." He tossed the heavy leather aside dramatically, already stroking himself through his dangerously tight jeans, thanking his lucky stars at how little convincing you'd taken. Not a bad outcome for crashing some randos' house party on a whim. When you made your entrance through the curtain with a loud, "TAH DAH!", his jaw dropped. Your appearance was...not what he was expecting. Maybe even the exact opposite, in fact. The gown was made up of a pretty lavender satin corseted bodice and tiered baby blue and ballet pink tulle netting tutu, fluffy like an oversized cupcake, beaded and sequined befitting a true princess. You'd bought it years ago for shits and giggles and for next to nothing when you'd stumbled across a bridal shop going out of business at the mall, mostly to get a good laugh from your friends but secretly hoping you'd have an occasion to wear it someday. It would appear that today was finally that day.

"Whatcha think?," you asked with a theatrical twirl. His mouth was still hanging open, the skin around his green eyes crinkling with barely contained laughter. "You look...Y'look stunning, prinsipessa." You lunged at him without warning, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck kissing him hard. But when he tried to snake his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap with a low moan, you pushed yourself away. "Wait, wait, wait..." Your cheeks were flushed, genuinely jubilant excitement painted across your face. "M'not done yet." Your face morphed into a serious expression, brow furrowed, finger wagging at him judgmentally and poking at his bony sternum through a dingy tank top. "Prince Charming has to be dressed for the ball too. This ain't gonna cut it." You disappeared into the closet again, leaving him to sit slack-jawed and very confused before you returned, producing the purple sequined blazer you'd procured for the last concert you'd attended. He stood dutifully, letting you dress him without resistance. Once you'd smoothed the jacket out over his broad shoulders, you took both his hands and held them out wide. "Aw, look at you..." With a swoop of your arm you spun him around before pulling him into the center of the room and guiding him into a ballroom embrace, peppering his handsome face with tiny kisses between hazy words of praise. "You look so pretty, baby. M'so proud of you." Just like that you fell into lazily swaying, hips grinding teasingly against each other, dancing to music that only you seemed to hear while you relaxed into his arms and let your head fall to his shoulder. He followed your lead, slowly realizing what he'd gotten himself into. "You're, uh...You're really pretty out of it, aren't ya?" "Mmm hmm...," was all you managed, your head aimlessly lolling from side to side. He tried his best to hold you steady within the rhythm you were setting, but it was getting harder by the minute. "Y'on something or just drunk?" "Lil' bit a'both..." Your voice was sing-song and giggly before you sighed heavily with eyes closed and legs starting to wobble under you until you finally went limp.

"OOOOOO-kay, baby...Let's get you outta this thing and into bed, huh?" He struggled to keep you upright and when he reached around to undo the zipper and slid it down to the floor, you deflated like a marionette whose strings had been cut. The dress had apparently been more load-bearing than you'd realized. When you went no-bones he ducked down so you flopped over his shoulder like a rag doll. He plopped you down onto the mattress as gently as he could, pulling sheets and blankets over you so you wouldn't catch a chill wearing only your underwear. Rustling through your cluttered closet he hung up the costume you'd squeezed him into and managed to find an old, faded band tee, and he searched out a cup in your bathroom to fill with cold water. After he'd wrestled you into the shirt and let you fall back to the pillows, placing the drink on your bedside table, he gave you an affectionate peck to the top of your head and turned to leave, but you caught a hold of his arm, making him stop in his tracks. "Mary..." Your eyes were big and glassy, your bottom lip quivering a little as you bit at it. "Stay with me?" He cocked his head to one side, taking in your pitiful appearance, visibly fragile and so darned cute. "Okay...A'right..." He kicked off his boots and laid down next to you. "Over the covers though...Don't want you to freak out in the morning when you wake up next to some dirtbag..." You latched onto him with a contented hum, leg wrapping around his, draping across his chest and hugging tight around his muscular neck. "Mine." He chortled to himself, stroking the curve of your back as he felt your breathing slow and your unintelligible muttering turned to quiet snoring. He wasn't looking forward to whatever your reaction was going to be in a few hours, but for the moment, falling asleep next to you wasn't a bad way to end his night.

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It was late enough when Mira touched down in the city, and tracking down her luggage had taken even more time. When the cab dropped her off at the hotel, the whole city felt weirdly silent, though some of that may have been because her ears were still slightly blocked from the long flights. The clerk at the front desk was a welcome friendly face and offered immediately to have someone take her various bags off her weary shoulders and directly to the room, and offer she accepted with profuse thanks. Just as Perpetua had suspected, she had a moment of pause where she said she thought maybe she should wait until morning to go to the room so as not to wake him, but the clerk assured her that he'd made her promise not to let her do that. She rolled her eyes. She should have known there was no way he wouldn't have anticipated that. She was pleasantly surprised that even when she entered the hotel room dragging her bags with her from the hallway, he was fast asleep with no sign of waking no matter what noise she made, ghostly pale and peaceful to the point that she checked to make sure he was still breathing. After slow, careful unzipping of her suitcase, slow, careful latching of the bathroom door, and a quick shower to rid herself of the grungy feeling of traveling and the shakiness of too many hours without sleep, she felt refreshed, or at least as refreshed as one could feel at that hour. She crawled under the covers, careful not to jostle the bed or get too close to him. She wasn't sure how long she lay across from him, watching the untroubled expression on his face, the rise and fall of his naked chest with every slow breath, but it can't have been more than seconds until her breathing echoed his and she was out like a light. .

When the bright sunlight finally beamed through the spaces between the curtains enough to wake Perpetua, he picked up his phone to check the time. It was later than he'd slept in ages and it felt wonderful, positively luxurious. He rolled over and found her exactly where he hoped, her body draped in his favorite black satin nightgown, her head turned slightly away from him, exposing her long elegant neck, her hand carelessly resting on the pillow, tangled in her long brown hair that fanned out across the white sheets. There was really only one scenario that left her sleeping so soundly next to him, and that opportunity hadn't arisen in months. Just the thought of it had his blood already rushing south, leaving his head fuzzy for a few moments, just long enough to inch closer to her. As much as he loved to watch her sleep, the comforting sight of his beautiful wife so relaxed, he couldn't fight the urge to touch her, having her so close after so long. He started gently enough, pressing tender kisses against her shoulder, content to just enjoy the soft feel of her warm skin against his lips without rousing her. It wasn't enough for long, it never was. He slid the strap down, kissing her shoulder with a bit more pressure, letting his fingertips brush against her nipple and feeling it tighten rapidly against the cool satin. Her body was responding, but her breathing never changed. He took a chance and pulled the strap down lower, finally exposing her breast to the cool morning air. The sudden sensation made her squeeze her thighs together, evidence of her growing arousal, but still did nothing to wake her and he fought back a moan that was threatening to rumble through his chest. Her breasts were much more ample these days than when they'd first started dating, decades ago, when they were little more than kids. Sometimes now she'd show signs of self-consciousness over what she called 'the ravages of time', but he always assured her that the way they felt in his hands, in his mouth, pressed against his chest was softer and more inviting than ever, and the way they bounced when he fucked her was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. That usually resulted in her practically smothering him with them, so it was a win-win all around. As a performer he understood all too well how the way you're perceived affects how you perceive yourself, and in turn how you're able to give yourself to your partner, and even the smallest compliment or reassurance only made her cling to him tighter and her orgasms even more intense. He leaned down to circle her nipple with the tip of his tongue and it made her rub her thighs together, her back arching gently, her breathing getting slightly faster, but her eyes stayed closed. He was getting impatient now, suddenly sucking her nipple and a decent portion of her breast into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against the tight bud. That did it. Her eyes fluttered open. "V...Fuck...Hi." He let her breast fall from his mouth with a loud pop. "Good morning, my angel. I hope you do not mind me waking you in such a selfish way." He pressed a rough kiss against the swell of her breast, so soft and warm against his face, sucking hard enough that she knew she'd have a bruise later. "No...I can't say that I do," she laughed, making her head fall back against the pillow, giving him even more access to her neck, which he took full advantage of kissing his way up her chest until he found the spot under her ear that tickled her so and made her giggle and squirm under him. "But I'm barely awake, V. You've got to slow down."

But there was no chance of that and he didn't even hear her. He had only one thing on his mind that morning and she'd just need to catch up. Ordinarily, if they woke in an amorous mood she'd rid herself the unpleasant taste of morning breath by replacing it with the familiar taste of his dick in her mouth. That usually did the trick and knocked all other thoughts out of her groggy head. But he was already too clingy, she'd never be able to fight him off for that long. "Hold on, V." She reached awkwardly for the nightstand, rustling amongst her strewn belongings for a tin of mints, not an easy feat with how tightly he'd latched onto her neck. He squeezed her tighter, growling and nipping at her. "Down boy," she giggled, tossing a few of the candies into her mouth. "Alright, Prince Charming-" Whatever she was going to say, he didn't let her finish, pressing her down into the pillow with the force of his kiss. When her lips parted he got a rush of peppermint, a shock to his senses he wasn't fully prepared for. He was wide awake now and she knew she was in trouble. When he finally pulled out of the kiss, she was wide-eyed and gasping for air, clutching at his sinewy shoulders, feeling his lean muscles tense and twitch under her fingers. He trailed sloppy, frantic kisses down her neck and across her collar bone while she fought to catch her breath. He paused with his lips pressed against the soft skin between her breasts. "Do you want me to make you feel good, angel?" "Mmm, yes please." She arched her back dramatically, urging him on and he moaned, continuing his mouth's descent across her soft, satin-covered belly, pushing the covers aside and flipping the bottom half of her nightgown up to her waist. He moaned again, louder this time, taking in the sight of her, freshly shaven with a neatly trimmed triangle of chocolate brown hair. He leaned down and inhaled deeply, the musky smell of her arousal mixed with vanilla and coconut. He pressed a kiss against the soft curls, just above her clit and she flinched with a nervous giggle. He smiled against her, always pleasantly surprised by how sensitive she was to his touch. He recalled how in the beginning she'd always been completely clean shaven, covered in baby powder, so nervous in her own skin as they learned to be intimate with each other. An odd thing, looking back, because this seemed much more erotic. And the friction of her soft hair mingling with his prickly stubble only heightened the sensation and made her squirm even though he'd barely touched her. He lifted her thighs with both hands and raised his eyebrows, asking her, "May I?" She rolled her eyes in response and nodded, biting her bottom lip. Why he still felt the need to ask permission anymore was almost comical. She was ready and waiting for him whenever he wanted her and he knew it, but sometimes he could be such a tease when he knew he could get a rise out of her. He parted her legs, positioning himself between her thighs and she let out a relieved sigh, feeling him finally inching towards where she needed him most. But he didn't move, frozen in place with a furrowed brow, just seemingly studying the sight of her wet, swollen folds, already dripping down onto the sheets.

"What...What's wrong?", she asked tentatively. "Not a thing, lamb," he said casually. "I am just planning my next move. I am trying to decide whether I want to make you cum hard and fast, or take my time and draw it out...Perhaps even make you beg." Her cheeks flushed red and she slammed her head back down onto the pillow. "Jesus fucking Christ, Perpetua. I traveled for forty-eight hours to be here and I already feel like I'm about to burst. Now is not the time for taking it slow. If you don't make me cum right now I'm going to have to do it myself, and then I'm going to come down there and smack you." "Ok, God damn," he laughed heartily at her eagerness. Such an impatient little spitfire, as always. "Hard and fast it is." He ran his tongue slowly up the length of her slit, gathering her wetness before swiping around her clit in deliberate circles, coaxing a ragged moan from her open mouth. He pulled back to admire how her entrance twitched and quivered with need, licking the line of tensing muscle along her inner thigh. He was teasing again, he couldn't help himself, and she lifted her head to narrow her eyes at him. Her lips twisted slightly in a smirk, but it was a warning just the same. "Ok, ok, I am sorry, angel. I will behave," he chuckled. He brought his mouth back to her clit, pursing his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking it gently and stroking it with the tip of his tongue, feeling her heartbeat throbbing rapidly through her heated flesh. She gripped the sheets with white knuckles, her thighs starting to shake in his tight grip, and he knew she was close. Moving his face lower he pressed his nose against her clit, thrusting is tongue deep into her wet heat, feeling her walls flutter against it as she cried out, bucking her hips against his face in a desperate attempt to pull him in deeper. When the waves finally subsided, he continued lapping at her with tiny, gentle strokes to continue to coax aftershocks through her. It was clear he had no intention of stopping unless she managed to wriggle out of the grip he had on her thighs which was only growing tighter, as if he was reading her mind. When his mouth finally left her she sighed in relief until she felt him slide a finger past her entrance she inhaled sharply, her muscles clenching around him. He peppered wet kisses along each inner thigh, pumping into her gently. Once he felt her inner muscles shudder and relax, a second finger followed, making her bow off the bed with a loud whimper that turned into a yelp when he brought his tongue back to her aching clit. "Shhh, baby," he whispered against her trembling flesh. "I know there is no way my girl is satisfied yet and I have got all morning." She half-laughed, half-sobbed at the implication that he might spend the better part of the day keeping her like this, so painfully overstimulated already. "Shouldn't you be saving that pretty mouth for your adoring fans, Papa?" "Not a chance. This tongue is for my wife first, them second. Always." There was no reasoning with him when he got like this. He'd complain about the lingering effects later, but in the heat of the moment the ache of his jaw, the mushy fatigue of his tongue, the cramping in his hand only spurred him on to see how much more she could take before she was begging him to stop, fuck-drunk and shaking.

He kept steady pressure with his tongue on her clit, rocking it back and forth in unison with the pumping of his fingers into her, grazing against the spongy patch along her inner walls that swelled under his skilled fingertips with every stroke. She was coming unraveled and reached for his free hand, fumbling to intertwine their fingers in an attempt to ground herself, to feel even more connected to him. He thrust his fingers deeper into her, holding his hand still and feeling her already tight opening clenching against his knuckles as he pressed his tongue down harder onto her swollen clit. Just when she was sure she couldn't take any more he brought their clasped hands to her stomach, pressing down against his fingertips that were rubbing tight and fast against her g-spot. She came sobbing, her climax hitting her harder this time, gushing and violent as tremors rippled through her body. He looked up at her with a satisfied grin at first, glistening with her release, but a concerned expression washed over his face when he saw tears running down her cheeks. He crawled up to lie beside her, his fingers quiet and held deep by her tight grip, still feeling her internal spasms coming in waves, using his free arm to pull her in close. "Talk to me, Mira. Was it too much? Did I hurt you?" She laughed weakly, wiping tears away. "I'm fine...I'm fine, I promise. I just wasn't prepared for how intense that was." He pressed his forehead against hers, enjoying the warm, snug feel of her walls that clenched around him occasionally, letting him know she was not ready for him to stop. She was the first to move, almost imperceptively rocking her hips, the feeling of fullness with even just his fingers inside her far to addictive to ever want it to end. "That's my girl," he murmured in a gravely tone when she started moving her hips more deliberately. But there was no denying that when he went to curl his fingers inside her his hand cramped immediately and she pulled back, stopping her movements when she heard him hiss. "It's ok," he said, wincing slightly. He pushed his muscular thigh between her legs, pinning his hand against her soaked pussy. "Use me. Ride me. Make yourself feel good until you cum on my fingers." Her hands twisted into the soft fabric of his sweatpants, pulling him in for a feverish kiss and starting to grind against him. She was tightening around him fast, her hips already moving erratically. She took a large gulp of air, holding her breath until her face turned pink when she found the perfect spot, her body practically vibrating. "Let go, angel. Let go now." She exhaled with a loud squeal, contracting against him and burying her face into his neck. He rocked her against his leg, easing her down gently until she released her death grip on his waistband, patting his arm with a shaking hand. "I'm tapping out, V. I've got no more in me."

He chuckled as he pulled his fingers from her quivering walls, bringing them to his mouth to clean them and she shuddered from the sudden feeling of emptiness. "Do you want me to let you rest now, lamb?", he whispered against her ear. "I never said that," she answered quickly. "I expect you to fuck me properly...Just don't expect me to be able to move." He laughed out loud, the kind of laugh that made the skin around his mismatched eyes crinkle in the most appealing way. She was putty in his hands, as always. "Fucking insatiable woman. I will never survive." "Mmm, but what a way to go...," she moaned, draping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep, sensual kiss as he repositioned himself between her legs on his knees. He was no longer in any mood to tease, to draw it out further, his sweatpants already visibly soaked with precum from grinding into the surface of the bed for the better part of an hour. He was raw from the friction of the fabric against his sensitive skin and when he pushed the waistband down just enough to free his cock, needy and dripping against her thigh, he let out a long sigh of relief before resting the angry red tip into her soft folds. He pushed into her slowly, letting his head fall back and his eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every beat of his heart, her pussy so overly sensitive from orgasm after orgasm. He lowered himself over her, tangling his fingers through her soft brown hair and when he felt her trembling grip on his back tighten, he started to move. His strokes were painfully slow and deep with a slight snap of his hips at the end, causing her breath to catch every time. It was intoxicating and it was already making his head spin. "You feel too fucking good. I am not going to last long," he grunted. "I know...I know...Don't hold back," she panted. His thrusts got faster, his grip on her hair tighter, and he was whimpering now as he gained speed. She could feel the tell-tale twitching of his cock inside her that signaled the end, but just before it hit him he reached down between them, pressing tight, sloppy circles with his thumb against her clit. He came with a choked sob and the feeling of his hot seed shooting against her cervix sent her orgasm crashing through her, screaming more than loud enough to be heard throughout the hotel. He collapsed onto her with his full weight pressing her into the mattress, his body soaked with sweat, still whimpering quietly. He used the last bit of strength he had to ease himself off of her, letting his softening cock slide out of her with a lewd squelch that made them both groan, lying back and pulling her in to drape across his chest.

They passed what was probably minutes, but could just as easily have been hours entwined, fingertips tracing lazy, soothing patterns across each other's skin, mumbling the occasion inarticulate words of affection and devotion, drifting in and out of consciousness. It was a long time before the room stopped spinning and he could catch his breath enough to speak. "Thank you for not beating me up, by the way." She chuckled and it echoed through his heaving chest. "Well, I couldn't have you doing your big, important performance with everyone wondering who gave Papa the busted lip." "You think you can take me, huh? You have no idea the strength these spaghetti arms contain." He was back between her legs again pinning her knees up to her shoulders, gripping her wrists together over her head. She was laughing and trying weakly to squirm out of his grasp, but the tingling in her core was already building. And how was he already hard again? There was a knock on the door and they both froze. "Room service," the voice on the other side said. "Just leave it outside the door please," Perpetua called out, before turning his attention back to her with a devilish smirk. "I am not ready to let you go just yet." But she noted the state of his voice, hoarse from the cries and whimpers of their lovemaking, and pushed him off of her with what little strength she had. "No way, rockstar. I heard that. You need hot tea, and lemon juice, and honey, and lots of it before tonight." He watched her as she righted her nightgown over her soft curves, bite marks and bruises already starting to form across her pale skin. He leaned back on his elbows as he admired the way her pert behind swayed as she unpacked the supplies for her remedy from her suitcase, pausing for only a moment to return to the bed and press a tender kiss to his swollen lips. "Besides, I need to keep a little something for you to look forward to as your reward for being a good boy out there." His eyes crinkled again, a lovestruck grin spreading across his face. "Yes, dear."

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