satisfy

Mirabelle chuckled at his half-smirk, half-grin, smiling slightly at the kiss. She stared at the ceiling, controlling her breath as she rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands. “Well, obviously,” she laughed lightly, glancing over at him. “Yeah? I’m not vanilla, now am I?” She smirked, as she went back to staring at the ceiling. 

Declan tilted his head to look at Mirabelle, her unknowing soft smile as she looked up at the ceiling being one of the most genuine and prettiest he'd ever seen. "No, not vanilla," he whispered before giving a chuckle. In honesty he was a little in awe, not particularly because of what they had both just accomplished but rather how wrong he had been of her.

Mirabelle’s breathing slowly caught up to her, but she still continued moaning. Her nails were still pressed to his back, as rode out her orgasm. The pleasure slowly faded, as she wasn’t trembling or breathing heavily. “Best.. fuck ever,” she admitted honestly, looking up at him with a smirk planted on her lips. Ever other guy she had done this with, didn’t eat her out or actually do anything Declan had did. All they did was just stick their length in her and that was it. Him, she didn’t know what he did but it sure as hell felt good for her. “Honestly, it was,”. 

Declan gave a half-smirk, half-grin down at Mirabelle, leaning in to press a chaste kiss on her lips before he finally slipped out of her. Running his hand through his now damp curly locks, he rolled to plop beside her on the couch; still trying to catch his uneven breath. "Not my first time," he chuckled lightly in a joke. "But you -- you definitely surprised me,". 

The heat in the pit of her stomach was growing and by her clenching, Mirabelle knew she was close. With him pounding in and out of her, his hoarse voice and now his hand rubbing her sensitive clit, she knew was bound to have her second orgasm sooner or later. “Fuck, Declan!” Soon she was coming undone around his length and she let out a loud scream, arching her back upwards, her head burying itself in the crook of his neck as she continued moaning. 

Declan's eyes pressed shut at he immensity that was her walls squeezing and massaging his length. He could feel her wetness come all around him and it made him moan almost carnally. Continuing to thrust and rub simply to help Mirabelle ride out her orgasm, Declan uttered a few profanities before he too, found his release. "Oh, fuck baby, here it comes --". String after string of cum emptied into the brunette and Declan's fingers pressed hard into her skin. The pleasure that washed over him brought him to a nirvana state that gradually faded as he huffed to catch his breath. "So..good,".

All she could seem to do was moan profanities, his name, and incoherent words. Mirabelle wanted to be marked by him, she wouldn’t care if the teachers at school gave her dirty looks just for having bites on her. Didn’t care what anyone else would think. All she cared about was what he thought, and at this moment that was enough for her. Her hands were now tangled in his hair, tugging on them every now and then as she moaned. “Shit, f-fuck. Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” her walls were clenching around his member and she knew, she was close. 

Declan moaned another time at the clenching, the pleasure the tightness gave almost too much to bear. Forgoing his efforts to mark her body any more, his body and mind were now only set on one thing -- bring them both to the ecstasy state they both craved. "Do it baby," he urged, a hand moving down to her clit to start rubbing the sensitive spot as encouragement. "Fucking cum for me,". Pounding his length hard into the girl, Declan kept his lusty gaze to hers, a familiar heat growing in the pit of his stomach as he felt what the inevitable coming.

Mirabelle felt all the pleasure rushing to her. Every thrust brought out a moan. Her nails stayed on his back, probably making scratch marks. She loved feeling his hands all over her body, loved the fact that someone was trying to give her pleasure. “Shit, this is so good, fuck,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed and a scream left. Caused by his thrusts, and his teeth sinking into her flesh. “Ah, shit. Mark me, make me yours. Fuck, Declan.” 

Their bodies seemed to work in sync together; him thrusting along with the same rhythm as the grind of her hips. Heeding Mirabelle's request, Declan left bites along her neck and collarbone, wanting nothing more than for the girl to remember this day and to mark her as his. Fingertips pressing roughly into the skin of her sides as he held her, Declan moved as quickly as his body would allow, now pounding hard into her small frame. "S-Shit, I want you to cum all over my cock," he moaned, his breath hot on her skin.

Text to: Titus.

The kiss surprised her but it was welcomed. And his hands moving up her torso was more than welcomed as well. They had a less than normal friendship, and they had a less than normal sexual relationship. “I’d say it’s a pretty fair deal.” She chimed out, helping him remove her shirt and bra. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, as they always did whenever she felt his eyes on her when she wasn’t wearing clothes. Aria tilted her head to the side slightly, to give him more access and surface area of her neck, before straightening it out his lips moved lower. She let out a gasp as she felt his mouth on her, a hum of approval following a few moments later. Aria arched her back to push her chest out for him more, letting her eyes fall closed as she enjoyed the feeling of his mouth and tongue working on her bud.

"Have I ever told you you're one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever met?" Titus whispered to her, the smallest of grins tugging at his lips. Sure, Aria was a very pretty girl but Titus had an admiration for her body -- or perhaps the idea that it was now freely given to him to do whatever he wanted to her. Moving across to her other breast, his hands began wandering down to remove her bottoms, unbuttoning first before hastily tearing the material away. Pulling away from her chest, he took a moment to look at Aria's panties. "I love it when you wear matching lingerie," he breathed before palming both hands up her thighs and moving inward, drawing closer and closer to her heated core. Teasingly, he rubbed her skin back and forth, looking up at the brunette with a lustful gaze. "Where do you want to be massaged most...?"