After waiting [CW]

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Isidore Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #15 on: July 14, 2018, 10:30:13 PM »

If she had been shy before she forgot now. All lusty mewling as she ground against the caught edge of his cock. Her psyche promised she was as virginal as they all claimed. That body knew what it wanted though. Hips riding the hard muscle on his stomach as he cupped her breast.

Isidore made noises back. Soft puffs of air to help him work out the hard edge he was controlling. Gentle laughs at all her whimpering. Plump lip hiding from him, miming what her nipples needed.

He teased them more. Mouth moving lower to dampen her dress. Flat of his tongue running over her breastbone. He liked that place. Wanted to press his face there, but her dress was in the way. Salome must have agreed. Her slender arms distracting him for a moment while she freed herself from the top. Fingers on her shoulders he was eager to help.

Mouth hungry she caught him before he could tease one out of the top of her bodice. That was alright. He wanted to take his time.Stomach jumping as she brushed over it with adventurous hands. Kiss growing deeper again. A sliver of demand in the way he sucked her lips. Hands making their way down again to knead impatiently at her hips.

Then they were there. Small, and made smaller by the way she leaned back for him to view. Ripe for the touching. So he held them in his hands. Skimming every inch except for those two most sensitive parts. Stopping just long enough to slip his own shirt up over his head. Shrugged off and tossed aside so her explorations didn’t have to stop. He had a smooth chest, muscles cut on proteins he earned with sweat. The Ebon-gray a fickle ally that wanted to siphon it away if he missed a few meals.

Salome was the real treat. An appreciate sigh as he finally pinched a bare nipple between his fingers. Perfect circles that had beautiful fat tips. He dipped his face to the left, stroking the flat of his tongue across the top. Traced the low ridge once then sucked it firmly between his teeth. Reaching up to mimic the action on the other with his calloused fingertips.

He started to kiss his way over. Stopping for a full minute to rest his mouth to her sternum. A nipple in each hand. Rolled between his finger and thumb while he lifted her pretty breasts to the side of his face. Wished there was more to burrow between. Was glad they were dainty and neat when he finally reached the right and laughed as her shallow nipple tried to escape his suckling. Going almost flat until he got his teeth around it.

Now his hips were the ones rolling. He shifted again, rocking forward to lay her on the tapestry. On his hands and knees between her legs. More kisses for her breast while he reached into his pants to adjust.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #16 on: July 14, 2018, 11:09:52 PM »

He was laughing at her, but Salome couldn’t focus enough to be upset by it. Distracted by the things he did to her body. Mouth and hands teasing her until she ground herself helplessly against him. Against him. Solid and promising. Salome had heard from giggling groups of young women that this was what she wanted. Young men too, promising pleasure on spears built like mountains.

Of course her husband provided. Strong body, strong Jewels, and the promise that she would have what she needed when the time came because he had what she needed. But that was for later. Now was for his mouth. Tongues warring as he deepened her kiss. His stomach jumping beneath her fingers. She drew her nails over it gently and then her palm up and over his chest. Hips fitting into his hands, the squeezing making her stomach knot deliciously.

Leaning back, Salome felt a flicker of worry as he looked her over. Hands cupping her breasts before exploring them. Every inch except what she was desperate for him to touch, or pinch, or suck. A frustrated groan when he took his hands away all together. But Salome smiled as he pulled off his shirt, eyes alighting on the impressive expanse of his chest. She pet him, throat to sternum before moving outward. Palm and then thumb nail dragging over his chest.

A moan and a buck when he finally got to touching her. Fingers curling in his hair as he bent his head to the task. Tongue. Mouth. Hand. Salome rocked and rocked, head tipped back, pleasure mounting as he moved from one breast to the next. His head and shoulders caressed as he buried his face between her breasts, making her smile. The flat of his tongue sweeping her other nipple, trying to draw it in for sucking.

And his laugh sweeping all the pleasure from her body. Rousing memories of petting games gone awry. Body mocked for the smallness of her nipples. Too short, Salome had known, were the words he’d really been looking for when he’d sneered. And laughed, too, as Isidore laughed before he managed to catch it in his teeth. But now it caused a roil in her stomach instead of a knot.

Sucking her lip, Salome did not stop. Clung to his shoulders as he rocked them over. Shading her with his body. It didn’t matter if her pleasure was ruined, his would need seen to or he would never forgive her. Her hands raced his down his stomach and into the waistband of his trousers. Fingers flexing around him, measuring length and girth in curious perusal before stroking him. Palm rolled over the tip and then down again, drawing his foreskin with it.

Isidore Nazaire

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #17 on: July 14, 2018, 11:52:16 PM »

Her hips had stopped. For a little while Isidore didn’t notice. Busy being intoxicated by the blunt peaks she had given him. They were hard under his tongue, the color richer from his mouthplay. Beautiful! Breasts like wholesome pears. He would have put them in his pocket to fondle forever if he could.

There was more to see and taste, though. A change in position just right to give him a better view. More distraction in the form of her warm fingertips. Tickling him as she snuck between his own hand and the fabric of his pants. The flat of her palm to the side of his cock. Measuring him, he realized with a sly grin. Knowing there was nothing lacking in his size.

Knees spread to give her room he worked the button out of its hole. Fire following her touches. Pressing a kiss to her ear he rocked against the hand she fondled him with. Finally noting her own enjoyment was faltering. ”Does it feel good?” He asked, drawing a nipple out with his fingers again. Playing along the gathered top of her dress to sneak it lower, little by little.

Heel of his hand finding the mound of her pubic bone under all the layers. He kissed the side her breast and sucked the bud again. Harder this time, so they would remember the feel when he started working his way lower. Not too quickly, he wanted to give her a chance to play back. He layed out beside her, hands roaming over her bellybutton, cupping breasts, shoulder, throat, jaw. The same places he put nibbles and short suckles. Hand slipping a bit deeper under her dress with every pass. ”Do you want to take it off?”

He wanted to see. To taste. To make her wiggle and coo for more again. ”What’s wrong, sweetheart? Hm. Am I making you nervous again?” She must be worried he would go to far if she gave him more. He kissed her again, slow and kind as he had the first time. Trying to build that heat back up.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #18 on: July 15, 2018, 06:42:19 AM »

"Yes," Salome half lied, head tipped back and eyes closed so she didn't have to see. Trying to shut out thoughts and memories and catch the sensations of before. It felt like ash in her mouth. The pleasure just out of her reach, like looking through a window. Isidore never once stopping.

Mouth and fingers. Tormenting what he'd laughed at. Thrusting into her hand. She tightened her hold on him. Pressed her palm over the head of his spear when he pressed too vigorously. Catching him before he could catch her. Oh but she wanted him to. He felt good in her hand. Stirring the fire in belly again.

"Oh!" She hadn't noticed his hands wandering. Too far gone inside her head, the rest of her attention for what his hips drove through her fingers. But his palm had found the near center of her, pressing against curl covered bone. Crushing nerve endings until they sang, making her gasp, shoulders driving her breast farther into his mouth.

Salome rolled toward him, opening her eyes so she could see what she'd been stroking. Fingers slipping lower to unveil his length to her eyes. He was frighteningly handsome, her husband. His hands roaming over her freely, exposing more and more of her skin, until Salome was sandals and a dress gathered around her hips and the top of her thighs only.

"It's served its purpose," she murmured, squeezing him before letting go. Hands helping him shed the last of it, knees drawn up and ankles pulled back so she could work her sandals free too. She shook her head, desperate for him not to see. She wanted to want him, did want him. Afraid to displease him and so wanting to be pleased.

"I'm not nervous!" She defended herself fiercely, nearly petulant, not wanting to be thought anymore less of. Salome wrapped an arm around his neck, stroked the shallow pool along his spine. Drank in his kisses and slipped her hand back between their bodies, wanting to make him drive into her again. To distract from whatever he thought he noticed.

To help deepen the pool of her desire again. So easy to do under his gentle care, she forgot to even be shy, exposed as she was.

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Re: After waiting
« Reply #19 on: July 15, 2018, 01:33:54 PM »



”Yes.” He agreed. Warmed by the pleasure of unwrapping her like a gift. Skin prickling and muscles shivering with restraint. The nearness of woman and the promise of tasting her sweetest places bristling and soothing his nerves at the same time. That clever hand a half sheath that only made his spear ache for tighter, deeper, hot wet places. Together they worked to show him what would be his.

Hips wide and shapely. Thighs thick and strong. He pet the nearest one. From her knee up. Then down again, all the way to her ankle as she squirmed to get free of her shoes. He took the other in his hand, slipping the straps from her feet and tossing it in the growing pile of clothes.

Quiet was best. Soft questions to keep her from getting too upset. Isidore tried, but he had to make sure of the boundaries. Didn’t want to knock them down with a battering ram disguised as pleasure. Salome’s want was deep, into her core and full of wanting to be filled. They might coax one another into ruining the order set by her tangled web.

With a smile he nodded his understanding. Accepted her back against his hard front with a deep stroke of his tongue between her lips. He wanted to see though. To have her scent to his face. So he pulled her knee up to his hip. Legs opened to the touch of the cool air. Stroking fingers working up to the outside of her thigh. Across to cup her asscheek. Following the crease down until he grazed wetness. Those lips as plump as the ones on her face.

Moaning light he explored her that way. Reach limited by her body in his arms. Fingers growing damper until he couldn’t contain his manners anymore. ”Lay down.” His shoulders moved to spill her across the floor. He sat up. One hand on her ribs. The other at her inner thigh. Opening her so he could see. Mouth resting on her knee and their legs all a tangle. One under her thigh and one over her calf. To keep her knees from clamping shut.

Her core was dark and redder than her nipples. Curls hiding her clitorios from him, but a stroke of his thumb said it was warm and sensitive. Waiting for more touches. The slip of skin that held her jewels and destiny tempting him to touch, but he did not. Only stroked the outer petals of her sex and watched her face react to all his attention.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #20 on: July 15, 2018, 02:28:25 PM »

She sighed. He was so very warm and handsome. Helping her out of her clothes. Eyes heavy with appreciation. Hands full of it. Roaming her body while his tongue stroked her mouth. Salome threaded her fingers through his arm, a soft sound catching in her throat as he pulled up her knee, stroking her thigh. And lower.

Salome kissed him harder, lips slipping to the corner of his mouth and cheek. Whimpered as his fingers dipped lower still. Parting her. Salome clung to him, mouth catching his jaw. Tongue slipping down his neck. She suckled his shoulder, hips twitching, hand too, around him. Teeth pressing into his muscle as she tried to get closer. Or farther. Farther from his body and closer to his fingers.

”Isidore!” She squealed as he tumbled her to the floor. Breasts pouncing and hands grabbing for him. Hand spanning her ribs to pin her down. Thighs holding her too. Keeping her spread open for him to look at. Salome squirmed, breathless and torn. Frightened but tantalized by the mouth he pressed to her knee. Scandalized too, at being so exposed. Wide open for him to look at.

Gasping. Hips driving her toward his fingers even as she flinched away from his  eyes. A low moan as she tried to lock her thighs around him so he couldn’t escape. He was wicked! Oh he had warned her! And everyone had caution in regards to warlord princes. She wanted more! Nipples aching for his mouth or his pinches. Anything! And more, there! Hands grabbing his thighs. Too far for her to stroke. Hot and so smooth is was almost slick.

Salome pressed her hand down the other side of her ribcage and across her stomach. Then up to pull at her hair as her body writhed and bucked.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #21 on: July 15, 2018, 03:41:43 PM »
His name on her mouth was delicious. So familiar already! He would have to watch this one. Make sure she was careful with the lovers that warmed her bed while he was away. Did not stir gossip or let them become her preference. If he could be first, though, he was sure he could teach her to like his cock best. Or at the very least his mouth.

They all insisted he had a cruely wonderful mouth. Even the ones that had to be tied to bedposts before taking his tongue. In the end he got what he wanted. What he needed.

There was no need to take from Salome, though. Such a giving wife. Blessing him with her needy hands. Exciting him with her struggle. She wanted to wiggle away and hide herself from his hunger. Afraid that he would pluck what she had asked him to preserve. All the emotions there for his probes to suckle away from her delicate barriers.

”Lovely wife.” He soothed between deep breaths. Keeping himself centered to draw out the loveplay. Building up her need until she was trying to fuck his fingers. More of her sweet mewling as she reached for his cock. Isidore kept it away. Moving lower down her body. ”I like your sweet noises. No one can hear you, if you want to make more.”

He passed the flat of his palm on her. Cupping her whole sex for a few seconds. Letting her knees close as she bucked to the heel of his hand. Then opened her again, fingertips in her curls to find the bud of her desire. ”Do you want me to kiss you right here, little wife? My tongue is just as nimble as my fingers, but warmer and wet.”

To remind her he leaned in, plucking her nipple with his lips. Tongue swirling over the flat tip. Legs untangled so he could get between hers. Low on his knees; the underside of his cock laid to her wet slit. Then pulled away again before she could hope to catch it with her hands. ”I will be careful with my tongue, and you be careful with that fanged finger, Salome.”

He hoped, as he settled his stomach to the floor, that she pulled his hair and fucked his face.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #22 on: July 16, 2018, 06:19:50 AM »

Salome did make more. A soft hiss of frustration as he slipped farther from her fingers. Mollified only because he gave her her title. Wife. Pleased he wanted her as much as she did him. Theirs would be a well matched union. Holy, too, arranged as it was by the Mother Priestess herself. Even if he was scandalous, her sweet Isidore. More noises!

More still, just as he liked. The heel of his hand held tight and rode, body instinctive with wanting. Salome sucked her lip, tongue playing along the swollen flesh, a moan slipping around it and making her palate vibrate. This time when he opened her, Salome felt both more and less exposed. He was so close! And so curious! But she wanted him closer, hands reaching for him, stuttering along with her breath as they sank into his hair.

”There?!” She squeaked, and then arched, moaning, as he set himself upon her breasts again. There? The island boys had been holding out on her, Salome decided, if they had known at all. ”Yes, please.” She heard herself begging. Hips jerking toward the satin spear he laid across her sex. Yes that too! There and gone before Salome could even fully enjoy it, fingers yanking at his hair.

”I would never hurt you,” she promised. Rash and breathless with desire. Straining for him as he slipped down her body. Cold without him to cover her, but both shock at his suggestion and the chill on her skin fled quickly. Chased away by his tongue. Salome’s moan filled the empty places between the crates and palates. Thighs stretching wide for him. Fingers tightening in his hair. Her hips chasing every flick. Every twitched.

Mouth and body begging. Ankles locked over his back, her thighs moved in to cup his cheeks. And Isidore got exactly what he had hoped for as Salome surrendered all her good sense and self control to his tongue. Her passion sharp, greedy, and nearly endless as she rode his tongue toward release.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #23 on: July 16, 2018, 11:31:54 PM »
Already she knew the ways to stroke his virility. Wanting to please him as passionately as she wanted to be pleased. Wrapping his arm between hungry thighs with unschooled, and unbridled lust. Beautifully shameless with it. They would have a good marriage. Off to such an excellent start. When all else failed they could come back to this, understanding one another in this most primal of ways.

Flashing teeth he took what she offered. ”Yes, there.” Words mumbled between shallow suckles while his fingers teased the spot in question. Salome was quick to decide. Knees wide as she forgot about webs and prudence and wifedom before womanhood. Throaty sounds that didn’t need words for him to understand. In, in she wanted him in.

But Isidore wanted her Green. Wanted the surety of Dark Jewels for his heirs. Wanted none of the blame he would surely take along with her chastity. ”Soon, my love. Soon.” A few more days. He would not leave her feeling empty in the meantime, though. All his wishful thoughts met with a hearty purr in his chest as she locked around his shoulders. Arching to bring his mouth where she needed it.

Isidore gave. Swift licks and pettings hands to stroke her asscheeks and pinch her nipples. Tongue teasing relentlessly until he thought she was near climax. Then he turned from that most sensitive part to put kisses along her sweet petals instead. Suck a plump pussy lip and pet a flat palm over the opening to her core. Those short moments of attention elsewhere all it took to keep the mood high while plucking her orgasm away. Then back to work, delving at the tiny piece of flesh that unlocked so much pleasure.

Not a game, and not the torture it felt like to them both. He was working her slowly to a deeper crest. His own hips flexing instinctively against the floor. Wishing it was his spear driving her to madness. But he enjoyed this too. Face slick from the nose down. The third time she got so close to coming he had to sit up and abandon the place altogether. Forcing her legs open again with hands on her knees. Looking at the ache he’d left behind. ”This time.” He promised. Stroking her with a single finger before he laid to her again. Hands firmly on the joint of leg and hip. Helpless, he wanted her to feel just a little helpless this time. And when he sure she was near the edge he rubbed his face in deeper so his lips could catch the tight bud. Sucking while he licked. One arm looped around her waist so she couldn’t wiggle away, the other hand back over the untouched opening to her sex. Palm flat and pressure firm so he penetrated nothing.

Excited by the taste and the sounds she made. Excited to make her come. And excited because now it would be his turn.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #24 on: July 17, 2018, 05:38:15 AM »

Salome ceased to exist. Succumbed to and was absorbed by an endless need. She was wanting.

Surely this was love. The muscles in her stomach tightening. Calves and thighs and toes clenching against Isidore. Fingers grasping fruitlessly at the tapestry before finding his hair to take hold of again. To pull. One hand cupping the base of his skull and pushing. More. Hips thrusting her tighter against his tongue. More.

She echoed. Pants and moans bouncing between crates and walls. A gasp. A whimper. A surprised cry, everything in her screaming for release.

She hated him. Panting like a dog as he took his mouth away. Softened his kisses. Just enough to tease. Good but not good enough. The beginning of climax twitching along her belly and thighs, but subdued. Salome whined. A whimper of distress instead of pleasure, tugging at his hair and goading with her heels until he started again.

The second time her Summer-sky unfurled. She didn’t mean it to. Glass tinkling and boxes rattling as it too gave up a puff of frustration.

Her body was slick with sweat. Hair stuck to her scalp in dark waves. Bottom lip sucked until it was bruised. Inner web quivering. Salome had forgotten everything beyond that connection between her body and Isidore’s tongue. Swallowed up by the rise and fall of her pleasure. Ached for more. More or the end. This time, he promised, and Salome thought she might cry.

Looking at her again. She was too lost to be shy. And too ignorant to the changes wrought on her body. All she could do was gasp and offer herself up to him. Words too hard form. No please. No Isidore. Just surrender. Held open and pinned done while tormented her one last time. This time, he promised. This time, as Salome thrust against the frustratingly flat palm of his hand. The pressure good, so good, but not what her body screamed for.

In the end she cried. Body fighting him, fighting her. Overwrought and overcome. There weren’t tears, just an overflow of emotion, face buried in the crook of her arm. Gasps and sobs and one low scream as she finally came, her fingers a fist in his hair and hers. But her eyes were dry, wide open and staring though she saw nothing but light. Pinpricks and flares. Dazzled by the string of Sapphire witchlights that had never once flickered.

Her whole body was shaking. In the morrow she would be sore from all the straining. For now she was just exhausted. And sated. Completely, even without his spear.

This had to be love.

”Isidore?” She murmured. Body, and mind, numb now, Salome had lost track of him, her wonderful husband.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #25 on: July 17, 2018, 12:15:09 PM »

Good girl. His probes whispered, stroking her barriers. Never once trying to penetrate, that might stir his temptation too far. But he pushed the feeling at her over and over again. Repeated in the same rhythm that her hips rode, the pattern dictating the mounting tide of her final wave. Salome deserved to hear it a thousand times. Just not from his lips. Not the same words he used to coax frightened slaves and handmaids. No, not for his precious wife. He only wanted her to feel the sentiment behind the phrase.

She was so, so good, after all. Given over to him completely. Pliant and trusting even after he had dangled reward close then yanked it away. Absolute submission. His spine was hollowed out and vibrating with delight. Warehouse vibrating too. Sapphire shields buzzing from the sounds of her voice. Shields he had put up to contain anymore outbursts of her Summer-sky. The first expulsion of power chased down by his own. Energy syphoned off until it was harmless. Only shoving aside a few crates of trinkets.

It was both amusing and a heavy bolster to his ego. All that writhing in the end. So, so good. He forced the feeling at her harder. Good girl, his good wife. Take it. Give in. Hair pulled from his head. She kneaded at him like a cat. Tried to tear the hair from her own head too. Sobbing dryly as she finally washed over in a hard climax. Body rigid under him, hips driven up off the floor. He sucked slower. Fingers petting at the hollows of her hips.

He moved up. Spreading over her trembling body. ”I’m here, my love.” He assured her, finding places for an elbow and hip to take his weight without crushing her. Kissing the bruised curve of her lower lip softly while he laid his own aching need at the base of her belly. So hard it almost curved with the want of release. He brought her hand to it. Nestled her thumb in the trimmed hairs under his testis. Balls heavy, waiting their turn to spill. ”Hold these for me.” He asked.

Poor exhausted creature. It was his turn though. Still early enough in the day that he could be full again to fuck his frustration with waiting into someone else later. For now he just needed her satisfied body warm against his length. Psyche sugary and mellow in the aftermath. He could work his own shaft, strong grip leveled from base to tip. Nipple so close to his mouth he couldn’t resist licking her a few times. Waiting to see if she would recover and participate. Not needing her too, but wanting it.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #26 on: July 18, 2018, 09:41:23 AM »

There. Heavy weight. Long body stretching over hers. At another time Salome might have felt trapped. Pinned, instead of covered. Not this time though, she burrowed against his body. Body sluggish to respond, slow and exhausted. Her hips still, somehow still, twitching. Curving around him. Cradling him in the hollow pocket between belly and bone.

Hot against her stomach, and heavy in her hand as he slid it down to cup him. Salome murmured, and held on as asked. A gentle squeeze to show she’d heard. Her tongue touching the place he’d kissed. Found hollow marks left by her lower teeth. Skin raw but not broken. A few days to heal if she let it be. A few more if she didn’t.

His hand slid up from hers. Fingers curling over he stomach to cover himself. Knuckles brushing over her skin as his hand rose and fell. Stroking himself as she’d done, their fingers brushing at the base. And then he licked her, body so sensitive, too sensitive, his tongue felt like fire against her nipple. Salome flinched, fingers tightening, ribs dipped to roll her chest away with a hiss.

”Hurts,” she complained in a mumble, turning and dragging a leg up his thighs. Her thumb stroked his testes in apology for the grabbing. Arm around his neck, Salome buried her face between their bodies. She felt so weak! Hated to feel so weak. But her barriers sang a nice song to her. It was good. She was good. Eyes closed she relaxed against him. Body limp except for her hand, which explored.

How tight was too tight? Rolling them between her fingers. Feeling weight and breadth. Discovering one was slightly bigger than the other. Found a pocket behind them she could sink her fingertips into. Hardness hidden there too. That the crept back toward his body if she pulled them away. Retreating into his warmth. Salome did not blame them.

Her leg slipped from his to wedge between them. Nestling against and between his thighs. Part of her still yearning for what she should not have. Tangles promising a ruin of her descent. And Salome had to have her Green. More than she had to have Isidore, now that her body was sated and her mind a little clearer.

Wife than woman. Glad, at least, that she would enjoy both with him.

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #27 on: July 18, 2018, 01:24:43 PM »

Isidore’s mouth chased her fleeing nipple. Lips to it with a growl because he had not been done. If the pain was more than the pleasure then he would be gentle. It was the pulling it away that bristles the ends of his temper. More sensitive now than usual since he was on the cusp of pleasure. In a mindset closer to animal than man. ”Then I’ll only look.” He insisted. Salome had agreed to be his, she would have to share those sweet parts of herself with him now. Trust him not to do harm.

It only took a word, after all, to tell him it didn’t feel good anymore.

He was glad she was spent. Oversensitive to the touch. It meant he had done his duty wholly. Even if that also meant she would likely not mewl for his cock now that he wanted it tended to.

This was good too, though. The way she rested against his strong body. Sure of her safety and fulfilled without having been filled at all. Fingers the only part that really moved. Feeling out what he had given her to hold. Making him hum, then his with pleasure. The pair separated so she could give each a squeeze. Almost too hard, but Isidore enjoyed a dose of pain with his pleasure. Enjoyed it more when he could give them. Domination in the game of giving just enough pleasure to make his lover accept the pain too.

He thought that Salome would, in time, enjoy those same games. They would find out. When their marriage had been consummated and she as ready to experience more. Now was for Isidore. Groaning into the hollow of her collarbone as she found the rest of his spear. That portion of it that was hidden on the inside. Such a sweet place for her hands to play. Breath hitching he stroked himself faster. Thumb grazing the very tip and knuckles bumping her hand on the downstroke.

Another hearty sound of his enjoyment as she tried to claim them. Putting space between them and the root of his spear. It made his legs twitch open wider. Taking the knee she tucked between them. They drove back up to the base of him. Hot and buzzing now that he was close.

Nose buried in her hair he tightened his grip. One hand on her shoulder, the other on his cock. Slowing down instead of speeding up. Dragging out the finish. Hips following the motion as he worked the circle of his fingers up his shaft. Lingered on hot, swollen glands, rolling his foreskin up over it again. Growing too sensitive for direct touch.

”There we go.” He said with a low growl. And there it was. Hot and forceful it shot from him and onto Salome. Eyes closing as he squeezed his pulsing spear to get every dredge of his wasted seed out. ”Lay still, I’ll clean it up.” After he had gotten a nice look at her with it on her stomach. The contrast of rich umber skin and milky semen making him smile.

When he was recovered enough to control his limbs again Isidore called in a small hand towel. "Did you pick a fabric? We can bring it the house and call the tailor over." Decide on dinner arrangements... and then choose a room close to his own. He would lace the door he kept Tait behind with a compulsion spell. That should be plenty to keep Salome from even noticing it. Then Eulalie and wedding plans would distract her until it didn't matter anymore if they met.

Salomé Nazaire

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Re: After waiting [CW]
« Reply #28 on: July 18, 2018, 06:41:30 PM »

Salome thought for one heart stopping, breath catching moment that he was going to bite her. Her sweet husband going all over feral, snarling as he pressed his lips to her breast. She froze mid-tuck, waiting to see if his teeth would sink into her flesh. But they did not. ”Sorry,” she whispered, unable to get anymore out than that. Pressing in close and praying he was mollified.

There was no bite, and only a mild rebuke. Salome kissed his chin in appreciation. And fondled what he gave her to fondle. Curious and entranced by the rhythm he rubbed against her stomach. Enjoyed the way he hummed, lips to her skin. Certain that she added to it. Fretful of disappointing him if she did not. So very sorry that he’d wrung her body to uselessness with his kisses.

But not. Quite pleased and sated.

Long minutes. His body responding, mouth opening over shoulder to moan against her skin. Warm and damp and tantalizing. Rhythm changing. Faster. Tighter, his knuckles more pronounced against her belly. Salome sighed, and smiled, legs rubbing against his, face nestling deeper between their bodies. Pleased to please him. Belly quivering as he gripped her shoulder.

A tension in his body. Hand slowing. Salome shivered and pressed in closer. As if she would be swept from him. Or swept away in what was coming. A warning before he spilled his seed across her stomach. Still she flinched. Tickling and burning all at once. Her nose wrinkled against his neck at the sensation. Releasing him, Salome stroked his thigh and hip, stretching as his weight left her body.

Looking too, at the stickiness he’d left on her skin. Seen it before, spilled across her hand or skirt. Different to have it so close to the heat of her. Careful to wait until he’d called in a rag to wipe it away. Slipping it from his fingers to do just that. Fighting to get her body upright, feet curling toward her hip, Salome sat, leaning on one arm and shaking out her hair.

”Can’t I just wear you?” She asked with a sly smile. But she’d chosen two. Gold damask and rich patterned silk. White with scarlet branches. Eulalie had seamstresses, and if none of them suited, they had passed places in the town. But Salome didn’t want to worry about dresses just then, except to don the one he’d stripped her of.

She was going to see the house. Inside the house where Isidore lived.

 

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