#coralee oc

Coralee wasn’t sure at first, but now she’s certain.

Marco has been between her legs for at least ten minutes, slowly working her up with his mouth and fingers. The beginning of their evening had been sweet, as it often was, and he’d gotten her all laid out before him with that easy manner of his.

Certainly he noticed how she was looking at him through the evening. Even when she didn’t want him physically, she still needed to see him. It was soothing, knowing he wasn’t far even when he couldn’t be right there next to her. 

Every time he’d find her afterward, soft kisses on her cheeks and lips, almost praising her for being good while he was otherwise busy. It was nothing so direct, but a soft reassurance that she wasn’t annoying him, that he was grateful for her attention even when he couldn’t return it.

Usually, he’d relax her, easing her open and bringing her over the edge at least once, if not more, before finally going further. Especially when there was plenty of time like there was tonight.

But as the second near orgasm ebbs away, Marco’s lips against the curve of her thighs, and his fingers moving slowly inside her, she’s certain he’s denying her on purposes. He’s too good for it to be accidental.

The problem is, she doesn’t know what to say. Looking down at him, uncertainty and need on her face, she can feel the heat flood her cheeks when his eyes shift from her pussy, to her eyes. The long, slow, careful lick of his tongue against her folds pulls a soft gasp from Coralee’s lips.

“Something on your mind, little pearl?” He muses, thumbs spreading her labia carefully as he licks her folds.

“Mmm… I, um…” Shaky words fall in pieces from her mouth, the soft sounds turning into a moan when he sucks on her clit. One finger inside her, his mouth working her clit, she’s lost any train of thought she had to the sweet, focused pleasure. 

The desire and need coils tightly in her abdomen, tightening the muscles in her legs and making her heart race. It’s the third time the pleasure’s built up, and it’s so much faster than before, since he’s focusing on all of her most sensitive places.

Fingers gripping the bedding, Coralee’s hips shift involuntarily, chasing the sweet sensation that moves closer and closer to what she’s craving. A little bit longer and—.

Marco stops again, kissing above her mound, his hands moving over her legs and hips. There’s no denying the whimper she meant to keep to herself, and the grin of his lips as he kisses her tummy tells her he for sure is doing this on purpose.

“Tell me what you want, my treasure.” He says, the loving endearment soothing her aching frustrations. He’s standing up, leaning over her as his kisses move up her tummy to her breasts. 

“Tell me,” he kisses one nipple, his tongue just barely flicking over it. “Exactly,” he emphasizes the word by doing the same to the other nipple. “What you want.”

Embarrassment floods Coralee’s face and mind, and her hands cover her face before she can even think to stop them. Marco’s hands are at her wrists, gently, but firmly, moving them away from her face before he leans down and kisses her trembling lips.

“It’s… it’s embarrassing to even think about,” she admits softly, unable to meet his gaze in the heat of her rattled state.

His hips shift and she can feel him rub against her slit. 

“It’s cute how that embarrassment turns you on,” he teases her, fingers lacing between hers, and bringing her hands down to the  bedding. The movement pushes her breasts up a little and he leans down to press kisses against her skin. 

“So wet just thinking about begging for me, yoi.” Marco’s words are kind, despite the teasing in them. His lips press kisses into Coralee’s chest, moving close to her nipples, but never quite teasing them again. His thighs are keeping her legs open, his hold on her is keeping her in place. She could leave, and a single word would put a stop to it, she knows this.

But he’s not wrong.

She doesn’t want him to stop, she wants him inside her. She wants to cum against his cock and make all the sounds he wants her to.

And right now, there’s only one way she’s going to easily get that.

“Puh-please,” the stuttering sound is enough for Marco to kiss her nipple again, making her gasp and moan. “Please… Muh-Marco, I…um…”

He licks her other nipple, sucking on it and making her throw her head back in a shivering mewl. His lips seem to so easily send euphoric jolts into her body no matter what he decides to do. It’s so maddening, but she loves it, and him.

“You want this,” he says, rubbing his length against her slit, and she nods. “Say what it is, yoi.”

“Y-your… cock.” She manages, licking her lips and suddenly feeling like she needed more air, her breathing speeding up slightly. “I want your cock, please.”

“Mm… and where,” he emphasizes, pressing the head against her entrance without pushing inside. “Do you want it?”

“In-inside me! Inside, please!”

“Inside where, treasure?” 

“My, my,” Coralee bites her lower lip, whining at the word on the tip of her tongue, but Marco doesn’t do anything to save her. “My—.”

“Look at me, yoi.” He commands, a tone in his voice that leaves no room for dispute. Maybe because it sends a sweet shiver down her spine, or maybe because she’s too addled to even consider disobeying, but her eyes find his and the embarrassment makes her clench.

“I… want your-your cock, inside-my-pussy, please. Please Marco!” The desperate edge of her begging turns into a sweet moan as he pushes inside. She’s so wet with need it’s enough to let him fill her sweetly, the long steady thrust making her feet curl, and her fingers tremble against his hands.

Moving her hands to his shoulders, he lets her nails rake against his skin, flickers of teal and gold flames healing the small tracts easily. He engulfs her, his warm body all around her, rutting against her clit with each shift of his hips. His lips are sweet against hers, licking and nipping at her neck and ears when she needs a moment to catch her breath, or when her sweet sounds are too delicious to interrupt.

The rush of embarrassment had her shivering beneath him faster than usual, the sweet sounds of euphoria right by his ear were all he needed. Holding onto her and listening to her moans as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm, the extra thrill from it making her legs twitch and eyes water from the light over-stimulation.

“You’re okay, you did so good.” He praises her, the last few thrusts being enough to bring him over the edge. The sensation makes Coralee’s body squirm a little beneath him, and he kisses her softly before brushing her sweat-slicked hair away from her face. “I knew you had it in you, my beautiful pearl.”

“Haa…” Coralee sighs in satisfaction, a soft smile slipping along her lips, the afterglow easing her embarrassment and making her playful. “Right now, I have you in me.” She hums, giggling quietly when Marco snorts a short laugh, rolling his eyes.