[ it would have been easy for the both of them to call it quits after they've had their fair share of orgasms, with or without penetration. but they've both been well aware of what everything has been leading up to, that they wanted something more than foreplay from the absolute beginning. her body may be tender and sensitive and there is no doubt Rosalind would be feeling the consequences of all of this in the morning, but there's something chemical working its way through them right now. not even because of the bullshit involving the festival.
her words paint a picture that would probably make any man want to go for another round, with or without the powers of a Fable. Bigby's been ready and willing to go since he's put her mouth on her, however, so when she is on her knees and being so damned descriptive, it causes nothing more than a physical ache in the cock bobbing up and down between his legs. he tries to contend to it by continuing the stroking motions of his wrist, and she should realize she is successful in riling him up when the speed quickens the more Rosalind goes on. ]
That's... hm. Okay.
[ he's at a loss for words, really. not a lot of women have been as vocal as she has been in that moment, and Bigby isn't sure how to process that. pair it with the fact that she's now touching him again and he almost feels like he is out of his element. he doesn't need long to get a grasp of himself, mind you, reminding of just how physical things are right now when his cock brushes against the taut shape of her stomach. his grip on his cock is abandoned in favor of reaching back to grab her by her ass, something that is certainly expected of the man at this point in their... relationship. ]
I'll be good and let you have your turn first. Consider it a thank you for being so generous.
[ you know, with the please and what not. Bigby allows himself to crawl onto the bed so that he is now on his knees as well, his height over her substantial enough to force him to look downwards towards her. fingers refuse to unlatch themselves from her backside as he feels the blunt head of his cock brush along her lips, and he makes a point of rotating his hips around to get more of that sensation. it's something to tide himself over with until she flips him over and takes what she wants for a change. ]
Take too long and I'm going to change my mind, though.
[It's not that she's forgotten just how dominant he can be when he's roused, not when her throat still aches from the memory of being fucked against the couch. But he looks so overwhelmed right now, his hand jerking faster and his words ineloquent, and that makes her arrogant.
So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]
[ 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.
[As if on cue, Rosalind's hips slow. She raises an eyebrow, looking at him in silence for a long few seconds, letting his words linger in the air between them. And then, without a single word of warning, she draws her hand back, slapping him soundly.
The resulting clap is utterly satisfying, and though it leaves her hand just as stinging and reddened as it had the first time she slapped him, it's worth it.]
No.
[It's as much a command as it is a scolding statement, and her hand darts back, threading in his hair as she tips his head back. Rosalind leans in, pressing their bodies together, very much aware of how she's throbbing around him even as her voice says cool and commanding.]
If you're doing as I say, Mr. Wolf, then you'll follow my rules as well. No patronizing nicknames, no good girl or sweetheart as thought I'm sixteen . . . you can hold my hips. You can use your mouth on me. But if I hear something out of you that's a command and not a question, if you start to grab and grope me, if you don't follow the rules . . . I'll stop again.
[She leans in, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss, before nipping at his bottom lip.]
Understood, sweetness?
this thread is almost 3 months old and it's all my fault
[ yeah, okay. Bigby probably expected a response like that as a result of his goading. does it make the stinging sensation on his jaw any less prominent? no. even he has to reel back when she slaps him as hard as she does, clearly not holding back on account of making sure she doesn't actually hurt him. of course he can handle it — he's dealt with much, much worse — but the face he makes is a mixture of surprise and amusement. maybe even... satisfaction?
so what if he enjoys making her angry. he thinks she likes it when she's that way. gives her an excuse to truly let loose. ]
No? [ oh. that's his head being tilted back now. she may feel how he can appreciation her new level of aggression when his cock twitches up into her walls. ] I thought sweetheart sounded cute, but... mm. [ he's cut off when she kisses him, and the feeling of teeth biting down on his lip entices a deep inhale of breath. Rosalind's doing something right here if he decides to not outright combat her every direction, and he shows he complies when he pulls his hands from her altogether.
they instead move and his digits lace together behind his head as he gets comfortable just watching her on top. his cheek is still red from her prior treatment, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that. ]
You probably don't have it in you to stop, you know. [ that isn't a command! and therefore he didn't break any rules. that counts, doesn't it. ] Not that either of us want that. You know you wanted my cock inside your cunt long before tonight, so...
[ him too, but they don't need to talk about that. ]
[She scoffs loudly, even she she presses her hands firm against his chest, leaning her weight forward, perfectly aware of what a view that gives him. She's already a bit of a mess, with scratches down her legs and her skin shining with sweat, her cunt soaked and her breasts pert as she shudders in pleasure.]
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]
You manage to... nnn, talk a lot with no air in your lungs, you know that?
[ Bigby isn't going to directly answer her rhetorical, provocative questions. they both know she is right in the fact that he couldn't contain himself when she pulled away at the worst opportune second, but he wasn't talking about him at that very moment. technicalities! he was talking about her, because like hell is she capable of drawing her cunt away from his cock. the idea of leaving her bare and empty seems unfathomable now that they've both gotten to the point where he is finally fucking it.
the only idea that seems probably now is making sure he keeps it filled until he is no longer physically able to.
Bigby's a good boy, though. she tells him to keep his hands on certain parts of her body, to not interfere with her bouncing and riding in anyway. his hands return to touching her, as they would both suspect, one palm quick to push up at the swell of her breast until it's left bouncing right into his hand for a tight squeeze. the other reaches around to squeeze at her ass, only barely asserting enough pressure to lift it up when she draws her body away from his lap.
it isn't long before she's taking him to the base with ease, and he has to admire her ability to do that so quickly. then again; if her throat had managed to stretch to the point it needed to accept him inside of her, she might as well be able to accept it through other means. even if he lets her do all of the work, he can't help but allow his hips to twitch and buck up into her every now and then, indicating that it is hard to remain still when she's bouncing so goddamned fast. ]
Keep... keep bouncing and you're going to have to quickly find out if you're alright with me coming inside, you know... fuck.
[She nods jerkily, a distracted answer to his subtle inquiry. Yes, she's fine with him spilling in her, she'd never have let him slip his cock into her in the first place if she wasn't, it isn't a problem any longer. And honestly? She rather likes the thought of him coming in her, in the same way she'd like it when he'd gotten come all over her tongue.
(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.
[ if she's going to choose to be picky that he is eager for this, he wouldn't feel an ounce of guilt for flipping her over, scrunching her up and barreling into her cunt through the entire of her orgasm. it's good that she keeps her complaints to herself, far too preoccupied and distracted by the addiction of his cock grinding against her walls to fight him any further. they finally find a moment of harmony where they both know talking or provoking will do anything further for them. usually it might frustrate each other to the point of further attraction and/or arousal, but they don't need that now.
she's done enough edging on him for one night, though, so he is happy that she is too driven and selfish for her own pleasure to actively deny him of his again. Bigby continues to take advantage of the offer she's provided regarding him touching her freely, this time by using his mouth instead of hands. he reluctantly pries his fingers off of both chest and backside to instead grab her by both hips, pulling his upper body forward until she feels his stubble against sweat-stuck skin.
his mouth is on her for the umpteenth time tonight, this time latched onto the same breast he had been using his thumb to toy with. she has to deal with the sharpness of his canines sinking down into her pert flesh, cheeks clearly indenting as he sucks so hard that it is almost like he is trying to draw something out of her. he isn't so foolish, but it doesn't stop Bigby from moaning into her, muffled as his tongue drags along the stiffened nub.
when he pulls back to breathe, she has to contend with him just short of being eye-level with her, peering up to gaze straight into her pupils as he purposely runs the length of his tongue down her cleavage just because he can. if she's going to reach down and touch herself, she might as well have something to touch herself to. ]
You can come anytime you want to. Sorry to... mmf, bust your bubble, but I'm not going to be first this time.
[Christ, oh, fuck, and the minute his teeth latch onto her, Rosalind's moans grow louder. He's so rough, his mouth savage as he bites her, sucking hard and leaving her throbbing from the attention. She actually slows her pace, trembling atop him, her fingers pressing hard against her clit as he licks and sucks at her. He looks too attractive like that, with his mouth full and his moans vibrating against her skin, so obviously focused on his task. There's already the traces of a bruise there, dark and vivid, and she doubts it's the last he'll leave on her.
Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]
THIS THREAD IS FOUR MONTHS OLD, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST NUT
[ as confident as he had been when he said that, Bigby was beginning to get a little worried. Rosalind lasted far longer than he had expected when those words spilled out of his mouth, and with every bounce and twitch of her hips squeezing down so tight around the girth of his cock, he was thinking about the inevitable moment where his come would shoot right up to the back of her cunt. the thought and idea of filling her like that doesn't serve to do him anymore favors, leaving him with a tight jaw and closed eyes. he had to go and speak out of turn, didn't he?
he can rest assured, though, because she does finally hit her peak. it's clear as day in the way she holds tight around his length like a vice. pair that with the screams of her moans against his ear and the eventual piercing of teeth against skin and it didn't take a sheriff or detective to realize what had happened. the sharp discomfort of canines sinking down onto the tight flesh of his neck pairs rather nicely with the nails that do virtually the same thing. she coerces a deep growl out of him as he reaches up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling at the roots of it roughly as a way of trying to tame her. no luck there. she's already picking up some of his traits.
when she grows slack and her mouth and nails leave him, he's left reaching up with his free hand to feel out the indentations she's left behind. Bigby laughs underneath his breath for a moment, finding it even more funny that she's grown so sweet and compliant after she just had the most intense orgasm of the night. he doesn't fight her on it, though. no, no. they probably deserve themselves a moment of peace for their hard work. ]
Plenty of things. Partial to the idea of having you between my legs again, cleaning yourself off of me only to make a mess again. Or maybe pin you down and slide my cock against your tits since you liked me playing with them so much. Hm...
[ he plays with her hair for a moment before giving scratching at it with as much affection as he is willing to show. ]
... Or you can get on all fours, stick your ass out high in the air and wait for me to fuck it from behind.
let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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--
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her words paint a picture that would probably make any man want to go for another round, with or without the powers of a Fable. Bigby's been ready and willing to go since he's put her mouth on her, however, so when she is on her knees and being so damned descriptive, it causes nothing more than a physical ache in the cock bobbing up and down between his legs. he tries to contend to it by continuing the stroking motions of his wrist, and she should realize she is successful in riling him up when the speed quickens the more Rosalind goes on. ]
That's... hm. Okay.
[ he's at a loss for words, really. not a lot of women have been as vocal as she has been in that moment, and Bigby isn't sure how to process that. pair it with the fact that she's now touching him again and he almost feels like he is out of his element. he doesn't need long to get a grasp of himself, mind you, reminding of just how physical things are right now when his cock brushes against the taut shape of her stomach. his grip on his cock is abandoned in favor of reaching back to grab her by her ass, something that is certainly expected of the man at this point in their... relationship. ]
I'll be good and let you have your turn first. Consider it a thank you for being so generous.
[ you know, with the please and what not. Bigby allows himself to crawl onto the bed so that he is now on his knees as well, his height over her substantial enough to force him to look downwards towards her. fingers refuse to unlatch themselves from her backside as he feels the blunt head of his cock brush along her lips, and he makes a point of rotating his hips around to get more of that sensation. it's something to tide himself over with until she flips him over and takes what she wants for a change. ]
Take too long and I'm going to change my mind, though.
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So though she shivers in oversensitivity as he kneels next to her and slots his cock against her, there's something cocky in her smile. She even laughs, softly and smugly, and leans forward to nip at his jaw.]
Aren't you kind? I'd be flattered if I didn't think you were desperate for me to let you put your prick in me.
[But enough. She pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to sit back-- and assuming he's as amiable to complying as he is to giving her her turn first, she straddles him, exhaling harshly as she does. Perhaps if they'd done this earlier, she would have had patience to tease. She might have rocked her hips against him and grinded down and gotten his cock soaking wet before she dreamed of letting him slip it in her-- but as it is, Rosalind has long since burned up her stores of patience.
She reaches between them, pressing him forward, and there, nudging against her entrance, hot and thick enough to have her gasping from the pressure. Slowly, slowly, Rosalind sinks lower in his lap, easing herself onto him. It's not just to tease (though she'd be lying if she said she wasn't drinking in his expression for every flicker and reaction he gives her). But he's so big; to drop down on him all at once would be . . . god. It might just kill her, frankly, though it's a hot thought.
Going slowly is killing her a little, though it's in the best possible way. Fuck, and she breathes the word out, her head ducking down as she keeps moving. He'd made her come twice, she's soaking wet, but still she whimpers softly as he stretches her open. Big, she'd thought when he'd fucked her mouth, but that was nothing compared to how she feels now.
But eventually, he bottoms out. Eventually, he sinks entirely into her, stretching her wide, and Rosalind groans. But far be it for her not to take what she wants: soon her hips rock, her breath leaving her in heated pants as she picks up the pace.]
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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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The resulting clap is utterly satisfying, and though it leaves her hand just as stinging and reddened as it had the first time she slapped him, it's worth it.]
No.
[It's as much a command as it is a scolding statement, and her hand darts back, threading in his hair as she tips his head back. Rosalind leans in, pressing their bodies together, very much aware of how she's throbbing around him even as her voice says cool and commanding.]
If you're doing as I say, Mr. Wolf, then you'll follow my rules as well. No patronizing nicknames, no good girl or sweetheart as thought I'm sixteen . . . you can hold my hips. You can use your mouth on me. But if I hear something out of you that's a command and not a question, if you start to grab and grope me, if you don't follow the rules . . . I'll stop again.
[She leans in, brushing their lips together in a gentle kiss, before nipping at his bottom lip.]
Understood, sweetness?
this thread is almost 3 months old and it's all my fault
so what if he enjoys making her angry. he thinks she likes it when she's that way. gives her an excuse to truly let loose. ]
No? [ oh. that's his head being tilted back now. she may feel how he can appreciation her new level of aggression when his cock twitches up into her walls. ] I thought sweetheart sounded cute, but... mm. [ he's cut off when she kisses him, and the feeling of teeth biting down on his lip entices a deep inhale of breath. Rosalind's doing something right here if he decides to not outright combat her every direction, and he shows he complies when he pulls his hands from her altogether.
they instead move and his digits lace together behind his head as he gets comfortable just watching her on top. his cheek is still red from her prior treatment, but he doesn't seem all too concerned about that. ]
You probably don't have it in you to stop, you know. [ that isn't a command! and therefore he didn't break any rules. that counts, doesn't it. ] Not that either of us want that. You know you wanted my cock inside your cunt long before tonight, so...
[ him too, but they don't need to talk about that. ]
one day we'll boomerang and it'll be glorious
Sorry, who was it who threw a fit when the other stopped? Who was it that growled and stomped his foot and couldn't last thirty seconds of being edged? Oh, yes-- it was you, wasn't it?
[One hand lifts, her fingers sliding gently over his lips, a patronizing parody of sweetness.]
Don't try and play at superiority, Mr. Wolf. If you can't handle something as tame as that, there's an awful lot you're not going to be able to deal with when it comes to me.
[But he's right in that she's impatient. And he's absolutely right that she's wanted him in her since the first time they met. God, she would have happily let him hoist her up against the wall that first day, because there's something about Bigby Wolf that sets off all her buttons and leaves her equally eager to shut him up and fuck him. But still she glares down at him, hating him for being so smug. Her nails dig into his chest as her hips rock back-- slow at first, but within a few seconds her pace quickens, her hips rocking back harder and harder. Her head ducks down, her teeth digging into her bottom lip to stop herself from gasping out the moans and whimpers that she so desperately wants to let loose. He's going to have to fuck those out of her; for now, he ought to appreciate the sight of her bouncing on his prick, her breasts rising and falling as she gives this her all.
She drops down hard on him again and again and again, a muffled wail sounding each time she slams her hips down, her whole body feeling as though it's on fire for how she's fucking herself on him. More, and she arches her back, spreading her legs wider so she can sink down even further, taking him in deep and rotating her hips around.]
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[ Bigby isn't going to directly answer her rhetorical, provocative questions. they both know she is right in the fact that he couldn't contain himself when she pulled away at the worst opportune second, but he wasn't talking about him at that very moment. technicalities! he was talking about her, because like hell is she capable of drawing her cunt away from his cock. the idea of leaving her bare and empty seems unfathomable now that they've both gotten to the point where he is finally fucking it.
the only idea that seems probably now is making sure he keeps it filled until he is no longer physically able to.
Bigby's a good boy, though. she tells him to keep his hands on certain parts of her body, to not interfere with her bouncing and riding in anyway. his hands return to touching her, as they would both suspect, one palm quick to push up at the swell of her breast until it's left bouncing right into his hand for a tight squeeze. the other reaches around to squeeze at her ass, only barely asserting enough pressure to lift it up when she draws her body away from his lap.
it isn't long before she's taking him to the base with ease, and he has to admire her ability to do that so quickly. then again; if her throat had managed to stretch to the point it needed to accept him inside of her, she might as well be able to accept it through other means. even if he lets her do all of the work, he can't help but allow his hips to twitch and buck up into her every now and then, indicating that it is hard to remain still when she's bouncing so goddamned fast. ]
Keep... keep bouncing and you're going to have to quickly find out if you're alright with me coming inside, you know... fuck.
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(What would happen, she wonders distractedly, if he got her pregnant? Forget that it isn't an issue any longer; what on earth would his DNA do to her? But ah, that's a question for another time, when she wants to terrorize him a little when she's back in Olympia).
She ought to punish him for those little liberties he's taking, lifting her up a little as she fucks herself on him and snapping his hips up time and again, but she can't be bothered. It seems an incredibly painful thing to stop right now, when she's finally twisted her hips so he'd hitting her just there, over and over. Each buck of his hips only adds to it, makes it hard enough that she's moaning again, short gasps and whimpers slipping past her lips again and again, her head tipped back and her throat bared.
It's only when she thinks she can't stand it anymore that she slips a hand down: not to come just yet, but to take some of the edge off. She delights in the thought of edging Bigby, but god forbid she's denied her pleasure for even a moment.
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she's done enough edging on him for one night, though, so he is happy that she is too driven and selfish for her own pleasure to actively deny him of his again. Bigby continues to take advantage of the offer she's provided regarding him touching her freely, this time by using his mouth instead of hands. he reluctantly pries his fingers off of both chest and backside to instead grab her by both hips, pulling his upper body forward until she feels his stubble against sweat-stuck skin.
his mouth is on her for the umpteenth time tonight, this time latched onto the same breast he had been using his thumb to toy with. she has to deal with the sharpness of his canines sinking down into her pert flesh, cheeks clearly indenting as he sucks so hard that it is almost like he is trying to draw something out of her. he isn't so foolish, but it doesn't stop Bigby from moaning into her, muffled as his tongue drags along the stiffened nub.
when he pulls back to breathe, she has to contend with him just short of being eye-level with her, peering up to gaze straight into her pupils as he purposely runs the length of his tongue down her cleavage just because he can. if she's going to reach down and touch herself, she might as well have something to touch herself to. ]
You can come anytime you want to. Sorry to... mmf, bust your bubble, but I'm not going to be first this time.
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Her back arches, her body leaning forward as he slides his tongue over her. Her breath is growing shorter, and Rosalind runs a hand through her hair, her eyes closing, teeth digging into her bottom lip. It's a shock when he pulls back, and she jerks in his lap, eyes flying open and staring down at him.
She isn't sure if she's more sorry or pleased that he's stopped. Sorry, because she thinks she could have him biting and licking at her breasts for ages and be content (or at least a few minutes, before she got too wet and was aching to be fucked), and pleased, because it means she can resume the quick pace she'd been at before.]
O-oh-- thank you for that permission, Bigby--
[But whereas that might have been sharp and snappish earlier this evening, right now it's something more teasing; a joke for them to share, as her hips resume their pace, heavy snaps that leave stars bursting behind her eyes. And oh, fuck, but there's a moment where she pushes her hips back and she can feel it, just like that, her eyes widening, still locked onto his.
Her mouth drops open, because it's a heavy orgasm that she feels in her core. She ducks her head down, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, her back arching as she presses herself tight against him.
There's no noises this time, but that isn't an indication of a lack of pleasure. Rosalind shakes, her thighs trembling involuntarily, her teeth biting down hard into his skin as she fucks herself once, twice, three times against his cock, timing each thrust to the waves of her orgasm. It's hard enough that even she stops thinking for a few blessed seconds, hard enough that she doesn't realize how deeply her nails have dug into his skin until she releases him and feels the indents there.
Poor Bigby. She might feel bad for nearly drawing blood (or perhaps she did, she honestly isn't focused enough to tell right now) if he didn't so clearly get off on pain. God, even the aftershocks are intense, and Rosalind whines softly as she pulls back.
He's undoubtedly going to throw her down in a moment. He hasn't seemed to want to rest between rounds, so why should this be any different? She braces herself, pressing her knees in tighter, and tips her head back to look down at him. Her eyes are a little glazed, her hair sticking to her neck, but though she's bruised and scratched up, sore and aching, she isn't down for the count just yet.]
You're going to get me addicted to this kind of thing.
[This most definitely isn't the last time they're doing this. She pushes a hand through his hair, sweeping it away from his face.]
So what would get you off this time, Bigby? Given I'm very satisfied right now, I'm far more inclined to indulge you.
[As if he hasn't gotten his way the entire time tonight. But Rosalind drapes her arms more naturally around his shoulders, something endeared and amused in her gaze now. Gently, little shudders running through her from the aftershocks, she rocks her hips against him.]
THIS THREAD IS FOUR MONTHS OLD, WHY CAN'T THEY JUST NUT
he can rest assured, though, because she does finally hit her peak. it's clear as day in the way she holds tight around his length like a vice. pair that with the screams of her moans against his ear and the eventual piercing of teeth against skin and it didn't take a sheriff or detective to realize what had happened. the sharp discomfort of canines sinking down onto the tight flesh of his neck pairs rather nicely with the nails that do virtually the same thing. she coerces a deep growl out of him as he reaches up to grab a fistful of her hair, pulling at the roots of it roughly as a way of trying to tame her. no luck there. she's already picking up some of his traits.
when she grows slack and her mouth and nails leave him, he's left reaching up with his free hand to feel out the indentations she's left behind. Bigby laughs underneath his breath for a moment, finding it even more funny that she's grown so sweet and compliant after she just had the most intense orgasm of the night. he doesn't fight her on it, though. no, no. they probably deserve themselves a moment of peace for their hard work. ]
Plenty of things. Partial to the idea of having you between my legs again, cleaning yourself off of me only to make a mess again. Or maybe pin you down and slide my cock against your tits since you liked me playing with them so much. Hm...
[ he plays with her hair for a moment before giving scratching at it with as much affection as he is willing to show. ]
... Or you can get on all fours, stick your ass out high in the air and wait for me to fuck it from behind.
let's have them go another round and make it an even HALF A YEAR why don't we
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.
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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. ]
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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--