puffing: (ᴛᴇɴ﹪ғᴜʀʀʏ / ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ― 114.)
𝐁𝐈𝐆. 𝐁. 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅. ([personal profile] puffing) wrote in [personal profile] originallutece 2018-01-30 05:20 am (UTC)

[ they've more than met their quota of foreplay prior to them finally moving to the bedroom, so Bigby isn't going to be left wanting if she skips the part where she grinds down onto him until he is left squirming. she should be pleased to know that he isn't resistant to the idea of being pushed back, hitting her mattress with a ceremonious thud. staring up at her is a new angle, one of many he has seen this evening alone. while she handles guiding his cock to her cunt, his hands find security on her thighs, running them up and down the length of them as if he didn't know how to simply lie still.

once he feels the initial tightness of her spreading to fit his tip inside, he's left squeezing at anything she can hold onto. in typical Bigby fashion, it is far from gentle. she would find moving her lower half nearly impossible, but fortunately she has continued access to her hips. enough to allow her to continue to slide down and take him inch by inch. surprisingly, he isn't even in a rush for her to sit down on his lap completely. he has had his fun in forcing something so big in something so small and tight once tonight, so they can take things slowly for a change. ]


I don't always want to do the work. Mmf... I figure it frustrates the fuck out of you that you can't be as dominant as you might be with someone else, so enjoy it while you... can...

[ not that it would be impossible to be dominant from the bottom. it'd be so easy to grab her by the hips, hold her still and barrel his cock into her. the benefit would be to see how quick the air in her lungs would escape, how her voice would shake with every moan she let out, how her breasts would look bouncing uncontrollably. he figures he can still benefit from that at her own pace, however, so he lets her have her fun.

once she's gone and sheathed his entire length inside her confines, he reaches up, not stopping until his hand is secured on the back of her neck. fingers tangle themselves into her red hair, but he doesn't pull or grow overly rough. he instead scratches into her scalp, looking into her eyes with a fierce gaze as if he's trying to call some kind of bluff. ]


If you're wanting my hands to myself, you better pin them down and get to riding, sweetheart. I know you can take more and take it faster.

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