#501st echo

“C’mon, love, you can give me another,” Echo bargained, his head resting on the meat of your thigh as he watched his fingers disappear into your heat.

Your muscles trembled beneath his cheek, and he looked up, past your heaving chest, to see you shake your head. You couldn’t verbalize your refusal with anything more articulate than a series of sweet, short little whines.

“Yes, you can. My good girl always gives me what I need, and right now, I need to see how gorgeous you look when you drench my hand again.”

It wasn’t really a shock. Echo always noticed how bashful you’d get when he’d whisper sweet words to you normally. But he wasn’t expecting how tight you’d squeeze his fingers in response to his compliment, your hips tiling forward to push him deeper.

“Oh? Seems like someone likes being praised,” he teased lightly, chuckling as you tucked your face into the crook of your arm. “Do you want more? Do you want to hear how hard your pretty little sounds make me?”

Echo smirked as you mewled in response.

“How sexy you are grinding down on my hand?” He tilted his palm so the heel ground against your clit as his fingers curled inside you, your hips jerking in response.

“How good you are, getting so wet for me?” He began thrusting harder, letting the wet slap echo through the room.

“How you look like a karking goddess when you come?”

Echo picked up the pace, well and truly fucking you with his fingers as he lost himself in the sounds of your pleasure, his own hips grinding lazily into the mattress. He could feel your muscles tightening beneath him, lifting his head so he could watch as you fell over that edge.

The shift let him adjust his angle, striking that spot that had you arching off the bed.

“That’s it, baby. I need you to feel good. You deserve to feel so, so good.” Your entire body was locked in tension, and he knew just how to make it snap. Pushing himself up your body just a little, Echo whispered, “Just let go; I got you.”

The words barely left is lips when you started shaking, seizing as pleasure wracked through you, a guttural cry piercing through the air.

Echo kept his fingers deep in you, letting you use him to ride out your orgasm until you began shifting away from the overstimulation. Rolling onto his side, Echo pulled you into him, holding you gently and stroking your hair softly as you slowly came back to yourself.

After a few minutes, you look up at him, a lazy smile painting itself on your face. Echo could feel it mirrored on his own lips.

“How are you doing?”

“Perfect.” Your voice was raw but filled with satisfaction. You pressed closer to steal a kiss. “You always make me feel perfect. Always so good to me. Good for me.”

Echo could help the satisfied shiver than ran through him, and unfortunately you noticed. Your eyes narrowed playfully.

“Oh? Seems like someone likes being praised,” you teased, parroting his earlier words. He tried to regain control of the situation, but your hand slipping down to grab at his weeping cock stopped any rational thought.

“You’ve been so good to me. I think it’s time I return the favor, don’t you?” You asked, sliding down his body to press light, kitten licks to his tip.