Hut-cabin-thing christening

[forthedog]

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It's as he pulls her into the cabin and kicks the door shut that he realizes that he hasn't had her here, not since the change occurred. There's something about a cabin that makes it seem cozier. And more conducive to this.

The interior is dim, lit only by the thin light from the one window, but that doesn't much matter. It's warm, and the pile of quilts that serves as his bed will be even warmer. He drops his jacket heedlessly onto the floor and hooks a hand around her waist, pulling her firmly against him and bending to capture her mouth with his, his other hand cupping her face. "Missed this," he growls.

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[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

Eostre has no complaints about how hard and slow he's fucking her, hard enough to move her breasts against his chest. She drops her hands from above her head, drapes her arms over his shoulders, her bound wrists behind her head.

"Oh, yes...fuck."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

The hand on her thigh moves again, restless, sliding up to her breast and squeezing roughly. He never seems to be able to touch her as much and as completely as he wants to, not even when he's inside her like this, maybe especially not like this. His mouth drags down her jaw and he bites at her throat, lightly, not wanting to leave a mark, at least not there. But the feel of her skin giving under his teeth is something he's come to love, too much to not do it.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

It's driving her mad, not being able to touch him, her wrists bound together bouncing against his back as it fucks her, but there's something so exciting about being bound and blindfolded and completely at her mercy. She moans and babbles, making no sese but urging him on, her heels pressing into muscle, clinging to him.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

It's good like this, but something's missing, maybe, or something could maybe be changed. He can go deep like this and he loves it, loves the feeling of her under him with her legs twined around him, but...

"Hold onto me," he says, pressing a kiss to her jaw, and wraps his arms around her waist as he rolls them both up, lifting her, settling back so he's sitting with his back braced against the wall and she's in his lap, straddling him. The friction of the movement is sharp and he stills after it, trying to get his breath back.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

The sudden shift of position with a blindfold on is disorientating and she clings to him, lets him shift her. It takes a moment for her to adjust to him inside her at this angle, and she moans, pressing fumbling kisses blindly against the corner of his mouth.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

He shifts a little and gasps again, turning into the kisses at the corner of his mouth, cupping her face with one hand and capturing her mouth with his, softly as he arches up against her. This is different; everything feels... tenser somehow, more tightly coiled, and when he pushes up again with his hips the sharp stab of pleasure makes him groan.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She kisses him hard and hungry, squirming in his lap, starting to ride his cock, too eager not to, her arms still draped over his shoulders, her bound wrists behind his head, her breasts brushing against his chest, pressing moans and curses into his mouth.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

Both his hands slide down to her waist and he grasps her, half-lifts her and pushes her down again in time with her own rocking, helping her. He's not interested in holding back anymore; he feels like he's rapidly losing this, whatever it is, if he ever had it anyway, and he moans into her mouth, sucking at her bottom lip as pleasure shivers down his spine.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

Eostre moans and nips at his lip, nodding a little as he pushes at her hips, pushes her down onto his cock. She doesn't feel quite so ruled anymore, but there'll be plenty of time for that -- right now, she's concentrating on the growing tightness in her belly as he fucks her.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Never want to stop," he whispers, bucking against her and gasping with every movement. It's almost pathetic how close he is already, how close he's been, but if he hasn't learned how to fight it back by now there's not much hope for him. "Jesus Christ, I never want to stop fucking you." And he means it. He would do this for years if he could.

It's almost enough to make him want to let her see again.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head, almost skittishly, the blindfold across her eyes, her bound hands behind his head, rocking in his lap, soft moans leaking out of her.

"Don't stop, don't stop. I love you. Don't stop."

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

So he won't, not just yet, and he keeps his hand on her hip, holding her and stroking her skin, encouraging as she moves, and he slips his other hand between them. The angle makes it hard to have all the control he wants but his fingers find her clit and rub, briefly and almost teasingly.

[flowers-on-skin.livejournal.com]

She whimpers, squirms against his finger on her clit and his hand on her thigh, twisting her wrists to press her fingers through his hair, holding his head even though she can't see him.

"I love you," she says again, searching blindly for his mouth with hers.

[m-pinocchio.livejournal.com]

"Love you too," he manages, pressing her back with the force of the kiss, gasping as he arches up against her. And then he can't resist a tiny smile as he abruptly removes his fingers again, tracing them lightly over her belly.