rejoice . . .

his arousal is difficult to miss and Casey has to force back another smirk at her inner monologue. ( your body is so large - so toned and so beautiful. i can only imagine how the rest of you looks ). he arches his hips up to match her slow grind, and a strangled groan escapes him at the friction. she follows suit with a small squeak of her own when his lips find the hardened peaks of her breasts. sneaky man. she hadn’t even noticed his trailing his lips down her throat and collar before his tongue and teeth are sending shivers through her entire being. her skin is on fire.

there was an anxiety in the beginning– unsure and disgusted with herself as a whole due to her past, but now… oh, now she understood. they were meant to EVOLVE together…  

small hands find the fuzz of his scalp as he turns his attention to her other breast, nails scraping along the sensitive flesh at the base of his skull. she revels in the noises it drags out of him. Casey wishes she could calm herself enough to allow this foreplay to continue– she wishes she could control her baser instincts, but the moment he bites down experimentally on her burning flesh, the brunette shifts her hands to his shoulders, shoving him against the back of the couch and shifting to stand. 

confused and dangerous blues are focused on her intently, narrowed and predatory. the doe accepts her fate– she practically begs to be devoured by him. she tugs her pants off quickly, letting both layers fall to her ankles so she can kick them off and aside. she’s bare before him now, and she has to wonder how much control the alters have at times– how often one may be influenced by another as she swears she can hear a beastly growl tear through the man’s broad chest. he’s reaching out for her quickly, large hands pawing at her exposed flesh before he drags her down to his lap once more. 

the apartment comes alive then with heavy breaths and pitched groans between each heated kiss. his hands exploring every inch of her gives the girl opportunity to drop her hands to his trousers, agile fingers unbuttoning his fly easily. there’s a lingering pause when he lifts his hips, and Casey tugs his trousers and briefs down to his thighs– just enough to expose him. her assumptions were correct – she isn’t in the slightest bit disappointed.  

 ❝ Dennis, ❞ she offers softly, pressing her cheek to his as she nips at his ears and jaw. ❝ please. ❞ 

it’s all the incentive he needs before his hands grip her rear, lifting her easily as though she weighed nothing. when before Casey was certain there would be hesitation, she’s certain now that they’re both confident in this decision. for a man so unbelievably clean, he could be so incredibly filthy. he spits in his palm, and though she can’t see it with how close their bodies are, she can feel he’s stroking himself – a tease against her folds. Casey could cry. she’s so desperate for him, and he’s just teasing– oh. 

a pitched moan escapes her when he grabs her hips to push her down on his length, his head falling against the back of the couch heavily. they merely sit for a moment, gathering their thoughts, before she grinds further onto him and he’s growling again. Dennis lifts his head, tongue and teeth grazing the pulse point of her neck as the brunette picks up a steady pace, every bit of friction already bringing her closer to the edge. where she might have been embarrassed by her high pitched moans and squeals it only fuels the man more, his body sinking into the couch further so he has a better position to snap his hips up against each downward push of her own. 

her orgasm catches her off guard - a loud cry against his neck and a full body convulsion that has Dennis nearly chuckling with overwhelm and arousal. he’s proud of himself, and he should be. short of getting herself off, Casey had never experienced an orgasm quite like this. she begs for more against his neck, his thrusting growing more aggressive with each moan of his name. 

there’s little warning as he nears his own edge - his growling turns to snarling and his moans begin to pick up pitch– only when his breathing stutters does he groan out a hurried; CASEY! before he’s spilling inside her, hands gripping her hips and white knuckled from how tightly he held her. she’ll surely bruise. 

Casey huffs against his jaw, peppering his face with kisses and whimpering softly at the throbbing inside her. she kisses him through his orgasm, giggling into his mouth when he finally begins kissing her back. they’re both drunk with lust and dizzy. his hands shift from her hips to cup her face - aggressive at first, but his touch turns gentle and adoring within seconds. their kisses turn from desperate to gentle. another giggle escapes Casey at what she wanted to call an intrusive thought of her own. 

what is he going to do with the mess that follows?