I could taste his nervousness against my lips, a tang of anticipation mixed with desire.
His throat bobbed up and down with each shallow breath as my hand tightens around it, feeling the rapid pulse beneath my fingers.
His fingers found their way inside my underwear, the touch sending shivers down my spine as he cupped my bare ass, his touch both possessive and tender.
"Hmmm.." A low, trembling moan escaped his lips as I gently bit down on his lower lip, tasting the hint of his shaky breath mingling with mine.
I felt his gaze, intense and hungry, burning into me with a raw, primal desire, as he pulled me closer, his hands shamelessly exploring every curve of my body. Despite the urgency in his touch, his lips remained obedient, soft and gentle, like a silent plea for permission.
He held back, restraining himself with a restraint akin to a tightly wound spring, afraid that any sudden movement might break the delicate balance between us.
Yet, beneath his restraint, I could feel the desperation, the longing for more, as he surrendered to my every whim, his grip on me tightening as if to anchor himself to the moment.
I ran my tongue along his lips, a silent request for entry, and he acquiesced, parting them ever so slightly to grant me access. His surrender was palpable, a willing invitation as I delved into the warmth of his mouth.
A shudder ran through him as my tongue met his, a collision of desire and anticipation. I could feel the edge of his teeth grazing against my tongue. And the idea that he might chomp me down only added to my raging heartbeat.
He was hungry, voracious almost, his movements bordering on desperation as if he wanted to consume me whole. But amidst his fervor, he remained restrained, holding onto me as if I were his lifeline in a turbulent sea.
"Move your tongue, puppy," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, and he obeyed with a gulp that seemed to swallow my every exhale.
With a shuddering breath, he extended his tongue out, a silent submission that sent a jolt of heat through me.
My breathing became shallow, my cheeks burning as I stared down at him. The scent of cinnamon sailed from his saliva and I longed to reach up and see if it tasted as good as it smelled.
In that moment, as I gazed down at him, I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. He was mine, completely and utterly, his panting breaths and flushed cheeks a testament to his surrender. And beneath the surface, I could sense the primal desire coursing through him, his arousal evident in the undeniable bulge straining against his pants, begging for release.
He's mine.
He's mine.
Without much of a thought, I found myself reaching up and putting my fingers on his tongue.
I gently traced the contours of it, feeling the warmth and texture beneath my fingertips. He let out a soft whimper, his eyes dark with desire, as if every touch, every movement sent a jolt of electricity through him.
His breath hitched as I explored, teasingly circling his taste buds, tracing the outline of his mouth. I could feel the tension in his body, the anticipation building with each delicate stroke. He slavers all over my fingers, both a mix of drool and tears running down between us making him look so vulnerable.
The urge to claim him completely surged through me, a possessive desire to make him mine in every way.
I fantasized about grasping his tongue, pulling it out so that only I could taste its sweetness, so that he would only ever offer it to me.
But I knew I couldn't, not without silencing his voice and stripping away his humanity, reducing him to nothing more than a compliant pet.
Instead, I leaned in, capturing his tongue with my own, savoring the slickness and warmth that greeted me. With each exploration, his moans crescended, a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within me, igniting a fire that spread from my core.
His once-pale skin now burned with a flush of crimson, his cool exterior replaced by a feverish heat that matched my own. Our lips, swollen and bruised from our fervent kisses.
And when I glimpsed the rosy hue of his tongue, temptation overwhelmed me, and I couldn't resist the urge to sink my teeth into it, marking him as mine.
He groaned as the metallic tang flooded my mouth.
Stepping back for a moment to catch my breath, I gazed down at him, his once-bright blue eyes now darkened with desire. Before I could register his next move, Lucas seized the hem of my shirt, pulling it off with a suddenness that left me gasping.
Now exposed, clad only in a flimsy underwear that couldn't protect me from their raging hardness.
I shivered as Lucas's calloused fingers traced along my waist, sending tingles of anticipation racing across my skin. With a deliberate gentleness, he shifted his touch, his hand coming to rest on my breast.
Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss onto my shoulder, the sensation a stark contrast to the lingering marks left by Kurt's bites. I allowed my head to rest against his chest, finding solace in the fluctuating rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.
As he pinched my nipple, a jolt of pleasure shot through me, eliciting a soft gasp from my lips. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending waves of sensation coursing through me.
My fingers bit into Rie's shoulders as I started moving along his length, while his name slipped from my lips in a whispered plea. I needed him, needed his touch to envelop me completely, to drown out the world in a blaze of ecstasy.
Sensing my desire, Lucas shifted, his hand guiding one of my breasts towards Rie, as if they shared an unspoken understanding. Without hesitation, Rie took my nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing with a skill that left me gasping for breath, while Lucas kneaded the other with a firmness that sent sparks of pleasure dancing across my skin.
As they lavished attention on my breasts, I seized the opportunity to take control, lifting myself slightly and guiding Rie's arousal to my waiting entrance. With a breathless anticipation, I pushed aside my panties, allowing him to enter me, the mingling of his pre-cum and my own wetness slickening the way.
Slowly, deliberately, I lowered myself onto him, savoring every inch as he filled me completely.
Each protruding vein brushed against the walls of my insides, the throbbing of his arousal syncing perfectly with my own heartbeat.
As I moved at an agonizingly slow pace, I could sense Rie's frustration building, his teeth grazing my nipple in a desperate attempt to regain control, his hands tightening their grip on my buttocks.
A chuckle escaped my lips as I felt the weight of his arousal grow heavier with each passing moment.
Unexpectedly, he seized me by the hips, his pent-up desire boiling over as he thrust himself into me, taking all of his length with a force that left me gasping for breath.
As a cry tore from my lips, tears welled in my eyes, my breath catching in my throat as the sudden pain engulfed me. Rie's arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as if to reassure me that there was no escape now. His bite on my nipple sent a shiver down my spine, his words of adoration opposite to the intensity of his actions.
"You're heavenly."
With each thrust, the world around me blurred into a haze of sensation, the force of his movements driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
Gone was the innocence of a puppy; in its place stood a primal, untamed desire, his expression that of a wolf driven by heat.
"Lucas...", I called out, hoping he would intervene, but his response was nothing more than crashing his lips against mine, stealing away any protest that threatened to escape. With my free hands, I could only cling to Rie, my nails digging into his shoulder as a silent plea for mercy.
Tears pricked my eyes as I felt Rie's fingers attempting to enter on the other hole.
In that moment, as Rie's fingers slowly invaded, all while his member pounded into me with no hint of stopping, tears continued to streak down my cheeks, mingling with the sweat that coated my skin as I surrendered to the overwhelming onslaught of sensation.