Making Up For Lost Time

[The Cedar Witch]

Rachel didn't take her time, though she did hungrily watch his body move as he walked away from her.  She shook her head, as if to break the spell, and darted into the kitchen to grab a water bottle from the refrigerator before heading upstairs.  The cold water rushing down her throat was like a shock, bringing her out of the heavy fog of arousal in a nearly disorienting way.  She practically choked on it, sputtering a bit as some of the icy liquid that didn't quite make its way into her mouth poured down the front of her dress.  Damien said something from downstairs while she was halfway to the bedroom that she couldn't quite make out.  Probably trying to make sure she was okay.

"I'm fine," she laughed.  Fucking clumsy is all.

Once in the bedroom, she kicked off her heels and slowly sipped some more water before capping the bottle and putting it on the bedside table.  Her heart was still pounding even though her breathing had mostly normalized.  She sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether or not she should take off some of her clothing.  The idea of being fucked half-dressed was unexpectedly arousing, encouraging her to stay suspended in indecision. 

[Saiketsu]

As he entered the bedroom and saw Rachel sitting on the edge of the bed, he was struck with the very forceful thought of fucking her while she remained in the dress. The thought didn't originate from him, and he recognized the timbre of Rachel's thoughts to know that this was what she was thinking about, the idea loud enough to slip through the air between them. It was almost an intuitive thought, one that she wasn't sending to him, but something hanging in the air. One that he appreciated greatly.

Their eyes connected again and that connection was established again, intense and electric. He watched as her eyes flicked down his frame, rest on his waist before finding his gray eyes again, a mischievous twinkle there. She didn't move as he approached her, allowing him to put a soft hand under her chin, lifting her face as he bent down to kiss her deeply. His hand slipped down and rested on her throat tenderly.

[The Cedar Witch]

Something about the combination of her chin being moved and his hand at her throat made her freeze mid-kiss, stopping the air in her lungs.  She pressed against it, lips feathering against his and parting to release a whimper.  The image of a firmer hand around her throat (not dangerously of course) while he was pounding her into the mattress from behind colored her cheeks.  She fought to think of something else, to focus on being present in her body and not get carried away in fantasy.

Rachel was only half successful.

Her tongue darted into his mouth and she inched toward him, spreading her legs as he moved closer.  She could feel his hand twitch, exerting the slightest bit of increased pressure on her neck as she went to wrap her legs around him.  A shiver passed through her body as she moaned into his mouth, mind wandering back to the fantasy she was trying to desperately not to focus on.   

[Saiketsu]

He received the flitting, frantic thought of taking her from behind, gripping into her throat and Damien tried to blush in their kiss. When those smooth legs came to wrap around him, he shifted them higher and pressed his weight into Rachel, pressing her back into the mattress until he lay on top of her, his hardness between them again. He put one arm out to brace himself and kept his other hand on her throat as he kissed her furiously, nipping at her lips greedily.

With his weight on her again, he could feel the supple flesh of her lips through the black panties at her hips, the narrow strip of hair poking through the lace to tickle his navel. He gasped at her warmth - would he ever be  used to how warm she was? - and allowed his hips to roll down into hers. Those slender legs wrapped around the outside of his hips again, exposing more of her sex to his. But those panties were still in the way.

Damien smiled down at her and released her throat, sliding his hand and his lips down her sternum, over the fabric which was now barely hiding her pink nipples as gravity took control of her soft breasts. He couldn't resist giving them licks and soft pulls as he passed, pushing the fabric aside to expose them fully, finally. Kisses to her ribs, her belly, her navel, lower and lower. Damien smiled as she wriggled under his mouth, her skin dewy with the beginnings of sweat and alive with a fire he adored. Tucking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, Damien hesitated, lingering with his tongue on the dips of her pelvis before moving to slide the lacy garment off of her slender legs. She lifted herself to help him, placing her cunt closer to his lips in her efforts. Once free, she folded her leg over her sex, closing herself off from him. He trailed his wet lips from her knee, up her thigh, looking up on the bed to indulge in her reactions as he got closer and closer to dipping his tongue in her. 

[The Cedar Witch]

As his lips trailed up her thigh, she let out a shakey-whispered Fuck and parted her legs for him.  They made a bit of smoldering eye contact before his gaze flickered back to his tongue's destination.  When his mouth met her cunt she wriggled against it, shamelessly rubbing against his lips until his tongue flicked across her clit.  The motion sent little jolting tremors through her with each pass, and for a moment it seemed that inhaling was all she was capable of.

Her hands moved almost on their own accord, reaching to grab her own breasts and rolling her hardened nipples between her thumb and pointer finger.  They caught eyes again and he reached up to grasp one for himself, sucking gently on her folds.  His name caught in her throat again, stopped this time as he took her clitoris into his mouth, and her half-lidded eyes rolled back.  Her hands traveled down to his head, fingers threading frantically through his hair as she tried to pull him closer.  She could feel the vibration of his moan against her and she couldn't help but squeeze her legs lightly against his head.

Rachel was getting impatient, squirming restlessly against him as his tongue darted into her.  She rose to meet him, willing it to go deeper, wanting more of him.  An almost pouty-whine escaped between moans and with a gasp his mouth released her.  Her hands scrambled over his body as he climbed up to her face.  When finally in reach, she took his lips greedily with hers, savoring the musk on his breath. 

[Saiketsu]

The taste of her made him grow rock solid, something he had always enjoyed. Several times he had to break away from her netherlips in order to not sink his teeth into the plump, purpling folds. He regained control of himself and sank his face back in, moaning into her, tongue flat against that nub that always made her twitch and pull on his hair. Flicking, suckling, and rubbing her with his tongue before diving into her darker depths, a deeper, more powerful taste that smeared in his face and egged him deeper into her. If only his tongue were longer.

He pulled himself away reluctantly, jaw quaking, aching for blood after being so close to. With hunger he climbed back up to her, taking her mouth aggressively in his own while one hand stroked his rod towards release. She moaned again as he rested the tip against her slickness, jacking himself against the soft wet folds that just pressed into his face. When the sensation of Rachel writhing against him became too much to deal with, he positioned himself just at her opening, allowing just the tip inside of her slippery cunt. Trembling, he pushed himself inside of her and groaned with pleasure, smiling into her kiss. He picked up their rhythm and ground himself towards an explosive end.

[The Cedar Witch]

With cunt fully engorged and sensitive, each brush of his tip against her sent pulses through her core.  The tease was almost enough to bring her over the edge and when he finally entered her she cried out in a mixture of surprise and relief.  She guided them away from a quick pace after a bit of time, leading with her hips dictating a slower speed to better savor when his head pushed past that spot.  A warmth began to spread from deep inside, tingling through her body to her very fingertips.  Her moaning became unhinged, any and all shyness totally discarded.  They quickened pace again, her body moving on sheer instinct to keep time with him.  One of her hands frantically moved between them, fingers reaching for her clitoris. 

With a few practiced movements of a familiar pattern, she cried out in ecstasy with her face turned away, biting down hard into a pillow.  Her hips shuddered as her body quaked with orgasm, meeting the crescendo of another, deeper one building with each well-positioned thrust.  Hands gripped at Damien's back, nails biting his skin as she grappled to keep a hold of him.

[Saiketsu]

As she built higher and higher, her moans more desperate, louder, frenzied, he could only focus on continuing, staying steady for her.  Rachel's body was pulsing around him, pulling at him closer to his own orgasm. All of his inhibitions were gone as he pressed himself deeper into her, and he no longer felt concern for anything else but their mutual pleasure. He kissed her in between habitual heavy breaths and gasping moans. She peaked and clenched around him and he could feel the needy grasp of her body trying to pull on him, bringing him closer to his own climax. He pumped his hips with a rhythm that didn't change since her orgasm, knowing there was more for her to be had.

He smiled as she came, kissing any exposed skin near his mouth that he could find. Her arms flung around him, grappling at his back felt like physical perfection, her need of him validating everything every desire to fuck her harder. She moaned again in that urgent way that she did when she was approaching another powerful orgasm. It drove him wild and he was nearing his own peak. He moaned her name, thick with that accent of his, his groans growing louder. He grunted things in a version of French no one had heard in centuries, the first language that came naturally to him as he ascended - things he wouldn't remember later.

Damien burst with a wave of heat and a loud groan squeezed between grit teeth. His come was pooling around him, soaking her cunt with fresh fluids and he leaned into his human and pierced her neck with his teeth, hoping to taste her next orgasm as he finished inside of her.

[The Cedar Witch]

Whenever he slipped into an accent and another language it made her tremble with anticipation and move close to his lips to let the sound travel directly into her ear.  It was less what was being said (not that she knew, though if she did that might change her mind) and more that it was an indication that he was close.  Knowing that--God--it was just indescribably hot and she couldn't control herself.

She was at the mercy of her own sweat-slicked body, riding waves of building heat and electric tingling.  Her legs squirmed beneath him, kicking out at various intervals as frantic cries broke past her lips between each desperate Please.  It was the sharp bite of his teeth slipping like silk into her neck that finally pushed her over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing all around her as a sudden rush of wet met his come.  With all her might she gripped him, paying no mind to how hard her nails were pressing into his skin, and she quaked with the aftershocks of her climax. 

Rachel went limp, relaxing her hands and letting them fall to her sides, eyes closed and lips parted in an expression of pure bliss.  Sweaty and splayed atop her twisted, open dress, her chest rose and fell heavily as she caught her breath. 

[Saiketsu]

He could taste the flood of pleasure in her blood as she shook against and around him, her blood pumping hot into his mouth and filling him with her life. Damien held her as best he could while keeping some maintenance of the rhythm up until she crashed and supporting himself over her so as to allow her lungs to pull in air. His teeth ached to pull more and more delicious, coppery, thick blood from her neck, especially as she continued her swoon. With great reluctance, Damien retracted his teeth from her neck and sealed the wound with his own blood before planting kisses to placate Rachel's protests. His tongue lovingly cleaned the wounds even after the blood had been licked clean, his mouth trailing up to her lips, now with a satisfied, gentle approach of affection.

As he found her mouth with his, their kisses were less frantic and more tender. He didn't leave her, enjoying the sensation of being connected so intimately, her pulse ricocheting through every inch of her. Damien lay himself down as comfortably as he could on her and kissed her neck and shoulders as they cooled, one hand cradling her breast - finally freed from her wrap dress. He didn't even mind her sweat. Damien smiled against her skin, truly relaxed.

"Well, that was fun," he murmured against her and then half-hid his face in the remnants of her dress, smiling boyishly.