He groans and kisses me again. His tongue slides into my mouth and his hand moves from my breast to my stomach. He traces his fingers along the waistband of my pants, teasing me.
I whimper and push against him. I want more. I need more.
He chuckles against my lips and pulls away slightly. "Patience, love." He whispers, and nips at my ear. "Let me take my time with you."
"I didn't ask for that—"
His hand covers my mouth and he shudders. "Hetchki. Don't say things like that or I'll... I'll end up..." He pulls his hand away and sighs, his forehead falling to rest against my shoulder. "Woman. Let me be careful. I don't want to hurt you."
I bite my lip and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. "Trust me to... to trust you. I don't want a safe version of you."
He raises his head and looks at me with a conflicted expression. "I've never—you know how strong I am and—"
"Llywelyn. If you keep delaying ant teasing me I'll explode and die anyway so of you could just—"
He groans again and kisses me. "Okay. Okay." He says between kisses. "But... I will stop you. If you are... if you can't handle—"
It's a ridiculous impulse built out of... probably just too much built up arousal and frustration. But it happens too quickly for me to stop it. My arms grab his and I kick the bed, flipping us. He yelps in surprise and suddenly he's the one on his back and I'm on top of him. He stares up at me with wide eyes and glowing veins. His hair is splayed out around him like a halo.
I grin down at him, feeling a thrill of power and mischief. "Try and stop me."
He gapes up at me for a moment, as if he's still trying to process what's happened.
I kiss him before he can say something adorably loving and stupid that will get in the way of getting us naked.
And he kisses me back. His hands grab my waist and pull me closer. His hips buck up and grind against mine. I gasp and feel a jolt of pleasure. I move my own hips against him, seeking more friction.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me with a hungry expression. His hands slide down to my pants and he starts tugging them off. I lift my hips to help him. He pulls them down along with my underwear and throws them aside.
I'm naked now. Completely exposed to him.
I expect to feel some kind of embarrassment or nervousness. But I don't. I feel... excited. Curious. Eager.
I want him to see me. All of me.
He closes his eyes instead.
The sound he makes when he does makes up for that. It's a low, pained groan. His hands grip my thighs hard and his hips thrust up hard enough to make me bounce on his lap. His face is contorted in what I think is pleasure. I'm not sure, since I can't see his eyes.
"Look at me, Llywelyn." I whisper, and run my nails down his chest. I know the texture is different from his fingertips, and he'll feel it even more.
His reaction is just as I hope. His eyes fly open and he sucks in a sharp breath as his body spasms underneath me. He stares at me like I've shocked him, like I've done something amazing. And his hand—the hand that was gripping my thigh—slides up between my legs.
I'm not prepared for the touch. His fingers are cool against my heat and it makes me gasp. I've never felt anyone else's touch there before, and... it's electrifying. His fingers are long and confident as he finds my clit and circles it. A short, sharp cry escapes me. His eyes widen further and his other hand squeezes my thigh.
I didn't know it could feel like this.
I didn't know I could feel so much pleasure.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back. I moan as he continues to touch me, his fingers expertly stroking me.
But then he stops. I almost complain but he grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His eyes are burning into mine.
"Stay with me." He says, his voice low and commanding. "Don't look away."
I bite my lip and nod. I can do that. I want to do that. I want to see him while he makes me feel this way.
He shudders and his veins pulse faster as he starts moving his fingers again. He rub circles around my clit, sometimes sliding his fingers down to my entrance and teasing, but never going in. He's driving me insane.
I can still feel him through his pants. He's hard and hot and throbbing. I wonder what he'll feel like inside me. I wonder how he'll fit.
I reach down and undo the fastenings of his pants. He lifts his hips to help me pull them off. He kicks them away and now we're both naked.
I look down at his cock and my mouth goes dry. He's... big. Bigger than I expected. And he's glowing. He's glowing from the base to the tip, a bright, pulsing white-blue light. It's... mesmerizing.
I knew already that it... glows. I've seen its shape through a towel, briefly, but it's different seeing it like this. Up close. Uncovered.
I hear him inhale sharply, and I look up at his face. He's staring at me with an expression that's... raw. Like he's exposed in some way I can't understand.
And he is.
But he's given me permission to look.
So I do. I turn my gaze back to his erection and let my hand reach out to touch it.
I hear his breath hitch as my fingers wrap around him. He's hot and hard and smooth in my hand. I stroke him slowly, feeling the texture and the heat. I watch as the glow intensifies under my touch, pulsing faster.
"Sarah..." He groans, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. "You're... you're..."
I look at him again and see his eyes are closed. His face is flushed and his lips are parted. He looks like he's in pain or pleasure or both.
I squeeze him gently and he gasps. I smile and lean down to kiss his chest. I kiss my way up to his neck and his ear. I nibble on his earlobe and whisper. "You like this?"
"Yes." He breathes, his voice strained. "Yes, I nishi'an like it. Too much."
I giggle and sit up. I look down at him and see his eyes are open now, watching me with a dark gaze. I bite my lip and move my hand faster, pumping him.
He groans and bucks his hips up, thrusting into my hand. His hands fly to my hips and he holds me tight. "You're going to make me... nish—fah! If you don't stop—"
I don't stop. I want to see him come. I want to see his face when he does. I want to know what he looks like when he loses control.
I stroke him harder and faster, feeling him throb and twitch in my hand. I lean down and kiss him on the mouth, my tongue sliding against his. He kisses me back, his tongue dueling with mine. His hands move from my hips to my breasts, squeezing and pinching them.
He's getting close. I can feel it in his breathing, in his movements, in his glow. His veins are flashing brighter than I've ever seen them. He's beautiful.
I break the kiss and whisper in his ear. "Come for me, Llywelyn."
He lets out a strangled sound and his body tenses. His hands grip my breasts hard and his hips jerk up. His cock pulses in my hand and I feel a warm, wet liquid spill over my fingers.
I watch his face as he comes, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open, his veins blazing white. He looks so... blissful. So... sexy.
I slow down my strokes and milk him dry. He shudders and gasps under me, his body relaxing gradually. His glow fades slowly, leaving a faint blue-white hue behind.
I let go of him and sit up. He opens his eyes and looks at me, panting. His expression is dazed and sated and... loving.
It is...
Not my wisest moment of doing things for myself, I guess, but I can't help myself.
"Wow." I say, smiling.
He chuckles breathlessly and pulls me down for a kiss. It's gentle and sweet and makes me melt.
When we part, he looks at me with a serious expression. "That was... incredible. But..." He pauses and swallows. "I'm not done with you yet."
My heart skips a beat. "You're not?"
He shakes his head. "No. I want to make you feel good, too. And..." He hesitates and looks away briefly, as if embarrassed. "I'm ready for more. If you are."
I feel a surge of heat in my core at his words. "Wh—no refractory?"
"R—what?" He looks at me confused, blinking.
"Oh, you don't—I guess—" I don't... actually really know the details myself. "It's... a... cool down time—"
"I do not 'cool down'." He says, deadpan.
I swallow. "Uh."
I'm not sure why that makes me nervous when, objectively, that's a pretty good thing for me right now—
He flips me.