#protectthebeat

That mouth of his usually so shy and unwilling to open is doing the most sinful of things to her. That lick upon her folds has her breathing changing and her skin heating beyond what she thought possible. Those fingers of his press deep into her thighs keeping her from closing them around his head. This man is so very shy and so very subtle in everything he does—there’s nothing subtle about the way he’s swirling his tongue inside her. He’s absolutely lapping at her like a cat to milk. “Ahh—Cloud!” She’s heavily panting—begging she’s absolutely begging, “That’s—it’s dirty down there.” Those ministrations with his tongue halt for only a moment and then his tongue slides up her inner thigh, “You taste sweet—“ and then comes another slide of his tongue deep between her folds before she feels his lips moving and barely catches his whisper, “Delicious.” Oh this man was so many things besides shy—no this is one of the few times he’s downright confident and there’s that power he normally saves for the battlefield. It’s those bright blue eyes drenched in jade connecting to hers as she looks at him between her legs. It’s enough to release a pant ridden moan from her throat and tighten her grip upon that blonde she loves so much even more if possible. Unprepared is the only thing she can think of before it disappears—his fingers had slid over her skin before pushing her folds apart to open her even more before him. Every breath he takes in as he nips and dips his tongue on her produces the most embarrassing of noises from her. They’ve had sex well before this—but today’s a little different. He’s always been a  decently confident lover but not quite like this. No—he’s oozing masculine claim upon her. It’s intoxicating. It’s a touch of dangerous. It producing such a bold high. Air forcibly locks itself within her throat as one of his hands no longer spreads her folds open. It’s one finger, and then two as he slides them inside her pumping in time with each flick of his tongue. There’s a question of if she can handle it—that edge feels so close. She feels like she needs to find a way to prolong this. To gain some control back. He holds so much control. Her skin is beyond dewy and everything he’s doing has made not only made herself and the bed soaked and dripping. She can feel how moist the sheets have become from him just devouring her. Those fingers of his have to be drenched and sticky—what if he sucks them dry before he does what she is to ask next? Her voice is light and the roll of her head comes before she locks eyes with him, “Cloud—“ He doesn’t stop swirling his upon her bundle of nerves, but the suck upon it he produces next is his response back to her calling his name. Heightened breath and a new moan falls. Her breath is but a drawl of desperation, “Stretch me out and fill me—fill me up please.” Raunchy doesn’t even begin to describe what she’s let fill the air between. It’s absolutely filthy. It’s beyond lewd—but it works. He stills completely. Tongue mid stroke and fingers plunged deep inside. He’s not even breathing. Slowly he’s rising to look down upon her and there’s no missing that deep rose tint across his cheeks—but that expression shows nothing of his embarrassment. Glassed over eyes half lidded and mouth parted just slightly. Her juices are coating his chin, mouth and some of his nose. It’s hard to miss but missing it isn’t what she wants. She wants to see it—she wants to see how soaked he’s made her. It’s something she can’t even explain or produce a word for in this moment—all it symbolizes is she’s claimed him. Oh—he’s definitely more than shy with that underlying masculine pride. He’s absolutely exotic when he looks at her like this. It’s enough to make her come full force. It’s enough to make her whimper and beg for him. “Say it again.” His voice is deep and soaked in something absolutely dangerous as he slides his fingers within his mouth, “Tell me what you want.” She’s quivering at the sight of him lapping at his fingers in the same manner he had been her pussy and it’s another nudge almost over the cliff she feels herself teetering on. He’s always been one to let his embarrassment show on his face when she says such filthy things. Voice shaky she daringly answers his challenge, “I want you to stretch me out—I want you deep insi—“ she can’t even finish as she quivers and let’s out a moan an octave louder than her previous ones. He’s sliding his cock in between her folds wetting the tip and then down its length. He’s the one teasing her for once. Every slide of his cock against her produces a noise that continues to grow in height. A whine escapes her unable to take it, “Please—fill me—“ a breathless moan fills the room as he presses her legs deeper into the bed in his desire to lubricate himself with her, “with every drop.” Her words are the barest of whispers and it’s her for once with a chest full of embarrassment and a heart quivering at how absolutely dirty she sounds in this moment. She can only wonder briefly if this is the embarrassment he feels when she gets him to say similar things—there’s zero regret but it certainly gives someone a touch of unsurety. Those fingers that had once been making her mewl and panting have wrapped themselves around his member as he finally begins to press his tip inside her. That look on his face mixed with such actions has her heart hammering and sweat sliding from her skin and onto the sheets. Warm chocolate has long since been tangled and now her fringe is sticking upon her cheeks and forehead. She can’t decide what’s going to put her less over the edge—seeing that look of absolute power and crave upon his features or seeing her pussy swallow him slowly as he goes deeper and deeper inside her. Eyes flicker between the two equally erotic options. Each is absolutely scorching in their own ways. Her breathing had already been far beyond normal before this and now she’s questioning if her heart can handle it at all. The feeling of her muscles stretching and gripping him tight has her bitting her lip. It feels good—it feels too good. All of it is too much. There’s just only so much she can take and it’s as if he’s testing where her limit lays—he should know he’s broken it already. Deep and connected doesn’t even begin to cover what this is after having taken him all. The grind of his hips brings another sweet feeling that tells her he’ll have her come before he’s even close. There’s a desperation to stop that from happening. Elbows slide up and then there’s his hand pressing against her chest pinning her to the bed, “I wanna see how you swallow me—I wanna see your come coat me.” Her skin flushed at such brazen words—today is not a little bit different. It’s a whole lot different. It’s massively different. It’s unbelievably different. He’s far more daring today. He’s far more determined today. He’s far too lost in his sexual want for her. This role reversal feels odd—but she’s not complaining. There’s a satisfaction underneath the embarrassment. It feels absolutely delicious to see and feel him have such a want for her. There’s never been a time she didn’t feel like he wanted her—but today surpasses everything she’s ever known. His hands settle for her knees as he starts a painstakingly slow motion. He’s fixated on his cock sliding out of her—it’s as if he’s enamored by it and seeing it for the first time. Her ears never miss the way his breathing begins to change as he does this. They don’t miss the sound her pussy makes as he slides in and out so slowly. All of these sounds are on the verge of crippling her and then there’s that loud groan that falls between his lips and that almost pained expression upon his face that sends her completely over the edge. It’s as if he’s physically shoved her over the proverbial cliff. Her back lifts from the bed and those hands strong and tight upon her knees tighten almost bruisingly as she moves her hips desperate for him to be deep inside of her as she comes finally. Her arms are desperate to hide her face from him as he grinds against her euphoric high, “Let me see your face. Let me see what you look like as you coat me completely.” Her hearts bound to stop when he daringly says such a thing but she’s not one to not give him exactly what he wants. Quivering through the orgasm she shakily slides her arms across the sheets glancing at his face. He’s completely unwavering in his gaze at her. It’s almost enough to make her come once again so fast especially with how sensitive she after having her first. This look he’s giving her—she wants to see it again and again. She wants him to give her this look every time. There’s only her and him. There’s an absolute desire. Catching her breath isn’t an option as he slides all but is tip from her making her cry out. His voice is hoarse and barely able to be heard, “God—you’re so wet. You’re dripping out and it’s all over me.” Getting her senses together isn’t even an option as he begins thrusting roughly and wantonly into her. It’s got her twisting within their sheets and her legs quaking as his grip slides upon her skin and onto her hips for more support. He’s never been a loud lover but as if to drive home the point that this isn’t a usual session his voice is escalating. His breathing unable to keep up. He’s muttering the most incoherent of things—he’s said something about how hot this is, and she could of swore she heard something about how tight she feels. The slaps of their wet and sticky skin, and her own moans and pleas is what over powers his voice and makes it so she can only pick up these breathless and incoherent whispers of his. All at once she crashes once again and any strength she thought she had is gone with this orgasm. Her whole body shakes against him and her lids fall tightly taking him from her view. One. Two. Three, and on the fourth thrust he’s letting out the throatiest of groans as he keeps himself as deep as he can go inside her. The twitch and jerk of his hips make it clear he’s doing exactly what she had asked for—he’s filling her with every drop. Erratic and desperate attempts for air is all that fills the room. He hasn’t pulled out yet choosing to stay nestled inside. “W-what was that?” She presses her fingers against her chest as if that’ll help steady her breathing. There’s no missing the way his cheeks light with the question and his ears turning and even deeper shade, “I—I just really needed you.” He won’t even look her in the eye as if that one statement is so much more lewd than anything else she’s said and it almost makes her let out a laugh. She’ll bottle it up though, because there’s a rawness to this honesty, and she’d never want to make him think she’s laughing at such an endearing statement. “Cloud—I love you.”