She liked seeing his frustration from this angle: it only made her wetter slipping better down his shaft. When he placed her onto her back, she smiled through a soft scoff, knowing this part well. Her wings adjusted themselves comfortably under her weight and her breasts slipped back flat and slightly off to the outside of her chest, nipples dancing in the open as he adjusted himself against her. She welcomed him eagerly between her thighs, gripping his hips with her knees.
He pushed past the simple resistances of her sex and swam deeply inside of her. He was hard, harder than she was expecting him to be and it confused her briefly, but the fullness of him was too satisfying as he began his work. Slow, marvellously slow at first, matching her impatience as he quickened their pace. His weight pressing down into her, his hardness plunging deep, that heavy grip on her wrist, pinning her frustratingly. Kissing him was difficult, her need to breathe and moan his name interrupting their connection as he strove to release himself inside of her cunt. Her free arm grasped at his lower back, pulling him into her farther, securing him deeper inside against that place; she gripped the flexing muscles on his arm, his shoulder, his waist, anywhere she could find anchor. As his pace deepened, her nails began to bite at him, needing him. Zoheret implored him for more, moaning into his ear as he caressed the skin at her neck with his tongue and teeth.
When at last he placed that evil kiss on her throat, she gasped in pain and instantly swooned. Her nipples hardened again and her climb towards orgasm redoubled its efforts, pushing sharply up that peak. Excitement flooded her as she heard his orgiastic approach and craved that explosive moment where his body tensed and released, kissing his cheek and loosing more impassioned, wild cries of her pleasure. When he spilled his seed in her, she climaxed at last with a gasping shout, digging in to whatever piece of flesh of his she had a hold of. Zoheret turned her mouth to his ear and moaned as she grappled with his manhood deep in her folds, electric pulses echoing as she fell. Heat lit her skin and she settled into her warm little space beneath him, glad that he didn't leave her immediately.
She laughed at his statement, something resembling a happy smile lingering on her face as she looked up at him, biting her bottom lip gently. Her skin was wet with her own perspiration and she liked the way he fit against her. Perhaps she would keep this one around for a little while. She could certainly get used to having that new addition to her bedroom fun. Zoheret caressed the side of his face with her thumb and pulled him down into another full kiss, savoring the feeling of him adjusting and conceding to her desire. "Well that was certainly fun. I'd say you more than made up for any former... indiscretions against me." She wriggled contently under him, enjoying his weight, his care, his praise.