[PAST] It's a Whore's World

A giggle that bubbled out of her was giddy in nature, they did tend to fuck like champions, and she was certain if it had been a sport, or even a show that fancy circles put on for display, their past and current escapades would surely be top marks by all to view. But deep down, she knew, in the non performative sense, when she had Ruth, balls deep inside her, she didn't want anyone to see them. Not like this, not tangled limb and limb. Not her grinding up into his thrusts into her. Not when he would kiss her, deep, like she was the only woman in the world that could make him come like he would.

Attentive, not just as a healer, but as a lover, he knew the ins and outs, each hitch ot her breath, and how to draw out her pleasure long past the point of feeling good into mindless feeling, feral and animalistic need, and sometimes even blurring the line between feeling good and being painful. He never rode her to far, not after that first time when he took her to that point, no, she's never been back to that far gone again. He knew where he could bring her too, the exact point, keep her hovering there for hours, they'd never attempted days, but she was sure he could.

But the moment he was pressed inside her, flexing forward, to where she could feel him push at the very end of her, a grin on her lips as she pressed further too, nearly sobbing aloud at how close the action was to dancing that fine line of pleasure and pain -- that little hint that always had her soaking the bed slick. Right there, right there, fuck it's just right, and she felt the flood of fluids leave her as he pulled from her, the shock of electricity up her spine, the fingers of feeling that gripped her brain had her missing his command at first, her body still trying to grasp and hold a part of him that was no longer there. Oh lover, you must be ready to fill me full by now, why do you keep wanting to torture us both like this..

But she did move, finally turning over onto her belly, and working her way onto her knees, her chest still pressed down to the bed, avoiding the wet spot that had already started to form. Mina tilted her hips so that as he thrust, she would feel every single ridge and vein, and leave herself spread wide so that she could work herself with her fingers at the same time. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, she reached between her legs, and took hold of his cock, her thumb rubbing over his head, parting the slit there that she knew would be dripping with precum. How she loved how silky the skin was, how easily the digit could glide over and around, as she wiggled back on the edge of the bed to where she could place that silky skin against her clit.

She found his eyes, as she circled the bundle of nerves with him, mouth open trying to draw down breath, as she did another circle, body trembling with sensation. One of these days she was going to ask him to fuck her like that, until they both came, completely on the outside. Just wet skin gliding over wet skin until they both orgasmed. The idea of his seed on her belly, where he could use it to wet his fingers as he played with her -- well she was going to have to tell him that eventually. Another circle of her anatomy had her trembling even harder, wanting her to keep masturbating herself with his cock, her favorite one, before she guided him through her folds back to where she wanted him so badly to bury home inside her.

Him, inside her, was their home. The heights they could take one another too, was just an added bonus, but in those moments that he was there, deep, buried, body covering hers, I need it Ruth. Need you, need you to finish this, I've been waiting all day to feel you fuck me like you want to put a bastard in my belly. Her hips held there though, not able to stop herself from gently presing backwards to where she could feel her folds part around his head, before rocking forward again, over and over as she waited for him to fill her, before her brain caught up.

I took my potion already, you're good for inside. She was flushed red, of course, just the idea that he'd fuck her like a man possessed was what she wanted had come out all wrong. Oh damnit, you know what I mean..

@Ruth Yoesif