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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
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let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
originallutece
2018-04-03 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[All of those sound appealing in a filthy sort of way, and Rosalind considers each, tipping her head to work against his fingers. She supposes it would be unfair to demand even he treat her to all of those, inhuman stamina aside (but perhaps they'll save the rejected ideas for another night). No, Rosalind knows which she wants, it's just . . .
It's just that Bigby Wolf is someone she likes competing with, and it's a bit difficult not to see this as outright handing him a victory. But it'd be stupid to refuse something just because she's nervous-- no, she won't do that. Rosalind's eyes dart over him, her gaze calculating, before she squirms and pulls off him. Then she turns, kneeling with her back to him, because this is the sort of thing that has to be worked up to by degrees.
Not that she'll admit that. Not that she'll admit she's getting an absolute thrill out of the way he'd said that, demanding and a little demeaning, because far be it for her to ever say what she truly thinks or wants.]
I doubt you could make me wait for a single thing.
[She says it languidly, carelessly, as she pushes her hair over her shoulder to one side.]
If only because I doubt you could wait for a single thing.
[All right. All right, she's being silly for being so nervous. He had her legs hoisted over her head not half an hour ago, it's not as if he'll be seeing anything he hadn't seen before. But there's a marked difference between spreading your legs and bending over, and he's not precisely a comforting presence.
But that's the appeal, isn't it?
With a short sigh Rosalind leans forward, bracing her forearms on the mattress, her back arching. It isn't sticking her ass out high in the air, she tells herself, ignoring the fact that is, in fact, what she's doing.]
Come on. And fuck me from behind, thank you, you're most certainly not doing anything but groping my posterior tonight.
It's just that Bigby Wolf is someone she likes competing with, and it's a bit difficult not to see this as outright handing him a victory. But it'd be stupid to refuse something just because she's nervous-- no, she won't do that. Rosalind's eyes dart over him, her gaze calculating, before she squirms and pulls off him. Then she turns, kneeling with her back to him, because this is the sort of thing that has to be worked up to by degrees.
Not that she'll admit that. Not that she'll admit she's getting an absolute thrill out of the way he'd said that, demanding and a little demeaning, because far be it for her to ever say what she truly thinks or wants.]
I doubt you could make me wait for a single thing.
[She says it languidly, carelessly, as she pushes her hair over her shoulder to one side.]
If only because I doubt you could wait for a single thing.
[All right. All right, she's being silly for being so nervous. He had her legs hoisted over her head not half an hour ago, it's not as if he'll be seeing anything he hadn't seen before. But there's a marked difference between spreading your legs and bending over, and he's not precisely a comforting presence.
But that's the appeal, isn't it?
With a short sigh Rosalind leans forward, bracing her forearms on the mattress, her back arching. It isn't sticking her ass out high in the air, she tells herself, ignoring the fact that is, in fact, what she's doing.]
Come on. And fuck me from behind, thank you, you're most certainly not doing anything but groping my posterior tonight.
t[In an instant she's clapping her hand tight over her mouth, muffling the low moan that reverberates within her throat. She has a brief thought to yell at him for ripping her panties, but that can come later (after she's come, ha ha). She can't possibly be bothered to think of anything but the hot, heady wave of pleasure crashing through her. God, her thighs are already shaking, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue teases into her, over her, spreading her open and leaving her whimpering for more.
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]
[ how they can even manage to think of this as a competition still is baffling, but Bigby probably wouldn't argue that it still is one. even he is beginning to feel the soreness in his limbs, let alone every nerve ending on his cock reminding him that they're still capable of growing sensitive from fucking various holes of Rosalind until he's raw. they have every reason to call it quits where they're at; he would live without an orgasm. but then he wouldn't have another orgasm, and there's not a whole lot of fun in ending the night with Rosalind being the last one to get all of the enjoyment of one of those.
if she's worried he's going to flaunt her "giving in" in anyway, she'll eventually find relief when he doesn't think to linger on it. after all, she deserves a little credit. she took his cock like a champ and freely rode it until she got off, and if that wasn't enough, Rosalind literally slapped him. when she climbs off of his body and eventually bends over. there's his answer. Bigby slowly crawls to his own knees with a groan of effort, rolling his eyes at all of this talk about waiting. ]
Pretty sure if I asked nicely, you wouldn't have a problem reaching your hand back and fingering yourself for me to see. So shh.
[ there's a palm smoothing itself over the curve of her ass as she exposes it to him, giving a surprisingly gentle squeeze before guiding her to raise it even higher. when she calls him out on doing nothing but groping it, though, she can feel his nails bite into her skin before flicking his wrist sharply to give a singular swat on her backside. ]
Oh, thanking me? Little late for that. [ he's back to being a smartass, but he doesn't waste anytime. she can feel the girth of his cock against her as fast as it had been pulled away, except this time sliding between her cheeks and lining up with the glossy lips of her cunt. he purposely drags his tip between her folds, soaking it with her juices (as if it hadn't been coated already) and teasingly prodding it against her entrance a time or three. only when his hands are gripping the curves of her hips does he finally allow his hips to thrust forward.
and when he thrusts, he thrusts. she's practically molded to fit him by now, so he doesn't offer any resistance when he attempts to stuff himself inside of her. being at the helm has its benefits. for him and her, depending on how much she wanted it again. ]
if she's worried he's going to flaunt her "giving in" in anyway, she'll eventually find relief when he doesn't think to linger on it. after all, she deserves a little credit. she took his cock like a champ and freely rode it until she got off, and if that wasn't enough, Rosalind literally slapped him. when she climbs off of his body and eventually bends over. there's his answer. Bigby slowly crawls to his own knees with a groan of effort, rolling his eyes at all of this talk about waiting. ]
Pretty sure if I asked nicely, you wouldn't have a problem reaching your hand back and fingering yourself for me to see. So shh.
[ there's a palm smoothing itself over the curve of her ass as she exposes it to him, giving a surprisingly gentle squeeze before guiding her to raise it even higher. when she calls him out on doing nothing but groping it, though, she can feel his nails bite into her skin before flicking his wrist sharply to give a singular swat on her backside. ]
Oh, thanking me? Little late for that. [ he's back to being a smartass, but he doesn't waste anytime. she can feel the girth of his cock against her as fast as it had been pulled away, except this time sliding between her cheeks and lining up with the glossy lips of her cunt. he purposely drags his tip between her folds, soaking it with her juices (as if it hadn't been coated already) and teasingly prodding it against her entrance a time or three. only when his hands are gripping the curves of her hips does he finally allow his hips to thrust forward.
and when he thrusts, he thrusts. she's practically molded to fit him by now, so he doesn't offer any resistance when he attempts to stuff himself inside of her. being at the helm has its benefits. for him and her, depending on how much she wanted it again. ]
[She's a lot to say to all of that. She's got retorts to every single sentence, and some of them are flirtatious and some are baiting a fight, but thank god, she bites them back. They might end up being here all night if she kept arguing with him; as it is, she simply huffs and moves with him, lifting her hips up further, spreading her legs for him as she waits for him to start.
She relaxes slightly, her fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets. For a moment she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers sliding gently over her ass, and then--]
Bigby--!
[It's an indignant yelp that turns into a moan, low and needy, as he drags his cock over her, refusing to thrust into her just yet. Her hips roll back impatiently, grinding up against him, half-turning as she offers him a glare. It's not nearly her best one, but it still counts. It's not that she objects to what he's done, but it's undignified enough being bent over without him striking her in something semi-punitive.
(There's a proper word for that, but damned if she'll think it).
But then he's thrusting forward, forcing his way into her without a moment of hesitation, and Rosalind whines. Her legs spread, her body sagging forward further as she thrusts her hips up. She's far too spent to want to try and come again, but oh, god, he feels good, he feels so big--]
Fuck--
[A breathed out word, and she arches her back again, tightening around him. The initial few thrusts take her breath away, but she's enough wherewithal to speak soon. She glances behind her, eyes fluttering, red hair sticking to her neck as she watches him.]
H-harder-- if, ah, if-- if this is our last round, I want you to go at it hard, Bigby--
She relaxes slightly, her fingers curling and uncurling in the sheets. For a moment she enjoys the feeling of rough fingers sliding gently over her ass, and then--]
Bigby--!
[It's an indignant yelp that turns into a moan, low and needy, as he drags his cock over her, refusing to thrust into her just yet. Her hips roll back impatiently, grinding up against him, half-turning as she offers him a glare. It's not nearly her best one, but it still counts. It's not that she objects to what he's done, but it's undignified enough being bent over without him striking her in something semi-punitive.
(There's a proper word for that, but damned if she'll think it).
But then he's thrusting forward, forcing his way into her without a moment of hesitation, and Rosalind whines. Her legs spread, her body sagging forward further as she thrusts her hips up. She's far too spent to want to try and come again, but oh, god, he feels good, he feels so big--]
Fuck--
[A breathed out word, and she arches her back again, tightening around him. The initial few thrusts take her breath away, but she's enough wherewithal to speak soon. She glances behind her, eyes fluttering, red hair sticking to her neck as she watches him.]
H-harder-- if, ah, if-- if this is our last round, I want you to go at it hard, Bigby--
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