[Pain was something she was somewhat accustomed to. She had torn her fingers so often to bleed, to sting whenever she washed or used her hands. Having him tug at her nipple, bite fiercely at her breast, it ran deeper than simple cuts and sores. Each cry came more quickly, more loudly the more he tested this. It was a new desire that she hadn't considered before, but her body apparently wanted. Having so much rage buried as a child, so much anxiety, it needed to be released and explored in some capacity. Here, next to the falls wasn't ideal, but it was still a revelation.
With her face turned more to the rocks, he'd better hear her cries of pleasure. They echoed back at them amplifying her sounds for them alone. Everything else was lost to the falls. She gripped the stones as she had the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white. He was so fast, so deep and so demanding. She wanted to be fully pressed against them, to be so thoroughly debauched that she would need to clean the grime and dirt from hidden places on her body. The risk was too great. She could not even fully remove her gown as she wanted. Instead, they had to settle for raised skirts and a lowered bodice. Enough that she could cover the evidence of this, but barrier enough to both of their desires.
He whispered dark things to her, words that weren't normally spoke (as words were never spoken at all) during her nights with his brother. Her eyes rolled back into her head, giving herself over to the torrent of words, the promises of further debauchery and fed on it. It filled her as easily as he did and the thoughts teased at her as effectively as his fingers. She wasn't bound to last long, not on the heels of earlier attention.
His request isn't enough. She needs one more tug at her nipple, one more scrape of his teeth against her neck and one deep thrust. Then, at once, she shatters. She covered her mouth, burying her scream beneath both the sound of water storming around them and her palm. She could taste a bit of the stone against her skin, smell the wet rocks there as well. It would be hard to disassociate all of that from this.
He was still moving and she still accepted him. Had they more time, she would easily last longer and seek more than this one climax, but time is against them. She does her best to move as it seemed she should, grinding into the hand that teased her. She tightened more around him, remembering at least this way to help finish a man.]
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Date: 2022-11-12 04:11 pm (UTC)With her face turned more to the rocks, he'd better hear her cries of pleasure. They echoed back at them amplifying her sounds for them alone. Everything else was lost to the falls. She gripped the stones as she had the balcony railing, her knuckles turning white. He was so fast, so deep and so demanding. She wanted to be fully pressed against them, to be so thoroughly debauched that she would need to clean the grime and dirt from hidden places on her body. The risk was too great. She could not even fully remove her gown as she wanted. Instead, they had to settle for raised skirts and a lowered bodice. Enough that she could cover the evidence of this, but barrier enough to both of their desires.
He whispered dark things to her, words that weren't normally spoke (as words were never spoken at all) during her nights with his brother. Her eyes rolled back into her head, giving herself over to the torrent of words, the promises of further debauchery and fed on it. It filled her as easily as he did and the thoughts teased at her as effectively as his fingers. She wasn't bound to last long, not on the heels of earlier attention.
His request isn't enough. She needs one more tug at her nipple, one more scrape of his teeth against her neck and one deep thrust. Then, at once, she shatters. She covered her mouth, burying her scream beneath both the sound of water storming around them and her palm. She could taste a bit of the stone against her skin, smell the wet rocks there as well. It would be hard to disassociate all of that from this.
He was still moving and she still accepted him. Had they more time, she would easily last longer and seek more than this one climax, but time is against them. She does her best to move as it seemed she should, grinding into the hand that teased her. She tightened more around him, remembering at least this way to help finish a man.]