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The second you step inside the door from date night, he’s on you in an instant, pushing you against the nearest space on the wall he can manage. You’ve never seen him behave like this before, never so eager to get back home and back into the private intimacy of your apartment.
Will this be the first time you strip naked for him? The first time you get to see how he behaves during more raunchy moments, testing any prowess he’s managed to build up?
Imagining his body underneath all those clothes is getting you heated, your cheeks flushing red and your body starting to throb and tremble in anticipation.
Ajax kicks the door closed with a foot while his hands grab hold of your waist, fingers rubbing into the skin. He dares to explore the skin underneath your shirt, feeling the smooth skin there, skin that’s already gaining goosebumps.
Your chest pressed against the wall, you have no option to grab his attention but to look back over your shoulder with pleading eyes.
“Jax … Please. Kiss me, please.”
In his heated movements, he had become distracted from you, focused on your gorgeous body and exploring it with his curious hands.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart … I’m sorry.”
Without further waiting, his lips come together with yours, softly whimpering into your mouth with every chance he can manage, every gap and breath.
His hands move forward, groping at the insides of your thighs, squeezing hard and yanking your body back against his own. This closeness allows you to feel just how hard he’s getting, how turned on he is just by thinking about being with you.
Ajax’s whines get louder and so frequent that he can’t even kiss you any longer without being interrupted by his desperate mewling. His head falls onto your shoulder, a good resting place as his hands claim your body through the inconvenient fabric of your clothes. It’s becoming clear quickly that your thighs are a favorite choice of your body parts, something he’s going to become attached to with ease.
His fingertips are digging in deep, massaging into the soft, sensitive flesh and forcing you to open your mouth to release a whiny moan. Your fingers close around his wrists, silently telling him he isn’t allowed to move from this place … Commanding him to sit still and grope you in this perfect place.
“Don’t stop, honey … Keep touching, okay? I love it so much, your hands … they feel so nice.”
Inside your head, you can’t help but wonder if he thinks you sound ridiculous. Begging and pleading for nothing more than a couple hands touching you in these sensual ways.
“Uhuh … Uhuh, I will … I promise.”
His head shifts, moving to press needy kisses to the space between your shoulder blades, hiding his blushing, hot face in the privacy of your back.
Your head falls back against the side of his, refusing to keep much distance between. Swallowing hard, your mouth hangs open, moans not quite as whiny and sultry as his are, but still absolutely present.
For him, this is euphoria. In your relationship, you’ve made plenty of milestones. First kisses, first dates, moving in together, meeting parents. This is another big step, a step he’s been dreaming about for more than he might like to admit. Thinks about it when your back is turned while you’re changing, thinking about it when you’re out on dates in your pretty outfits. Ajax has images of your face and your body in his head when he jerks off alone while you’re out of the apartment.
He’s been waiting for the opportunity to act on these impulses, to cross this little bridge.
Losing himself, one hand slips inside the front of your skirt and glides down inside your underwear, stumbling for just a moment before finding your core, already pulsating and calling him in.
When his fingers touch the soft, sopping folds, there’s an audible gasp.
“Is this okay? Are you … okay with this?”
“I promise, Jax ... This is— fuck, this is what I want, it’s all I want, please.”
Nodding, his lips move to kiss your shoulder. Sloppy, romantic kisses pressed to your bare skin, exposed by the pretty shirt you chose for tonight.
Hearing you struggle to speak while he delicately explores your body is driving him wild. It’s him making you whimper like this, him that’s making you yearn for his desperate touch.
“Baby, fuck. You feel .. so perfect, so perfect. I need more, I need more, is that okay? Please say yes.”
He’s ridiculously needy. This goes beyond begging. He’s pleading as if his survival depends on it.
“You can give me more, sweet boy. Show me what you want to do, please … Tell me.”
Unable to express his thoughts verbally, Ajax shows everything through his actions. The free hand continues to grope at your inner thigh, his other nervously rubbing at your insides.
From behind, you can feel his hips starting to rub against you, rutting against your backside, only worsening his growing hard-on. He needs to relieve himself somehow, but he’s unwilling to move away from your body, unwilling to give up on this position and how easily he can manhandle you.
The pressure makes both of you blush. Cheeks flush red, the space on either side of your nose burning bright scarlet, heating up like you’re coming down with some sickness.
In desperation, you reach your hands back, arms extending until your fingers make contact with soft ginger hair, immediately latching on and tugging. He’s pulled back to your skin, kissing at the back of your neck, some of the most sensitive sections of skin on your entire body.
He kisses so hard, so hungrily, that he leaves little marks behind, leaving the sweetest hickies as a temporary reminder of this little moment together.
Though it feels a little embarrassing, all this friction is making you even wetter between your legs, providing the perfect lubricant for his fingers. Your collective moans and whimpers are loud enough to cover most sounds, but not loud enough to cover up the noise of you gushing around his touch.
Your neighbors on the other side of this wall have to be listening to your needy whimpers; neither of you is exactly doing much to hold the noises back, too horny to care about proper etiquette.
These clothes are rapidly becoming a burden. A barrier keeping the both of you from properly feeling each other, from letting yourself go, giving freedom and trust to the other.
Ajax whimpers like a dog in your ears, a hand going to unfasten the buttons of your skirt, attempting to tug it down one-handed. He struggles, too distracted by the incredible sensation of touching you, fingering you the best he knows.
After a fair amount of tugging, the skirt falls past your thighs and down around your ankles, just to be kicked aside moments later, getting it clear out of the way for later.
Feeling exposed, but with no possible escape (not that you’d want one regardless), you relinquish your body to your lover completely, without any regrets and without any hesitations on how this night will turn out for you too.
Back arching, moans falling out between your lips and into the space between you, you fantasize about him being inside you, hands all over your body as he slides back and forth.
His hand pulls away from rubbing at you. For a brief moment, you’re filled with quiet disappointment, a harsh exhale coming from your lungs, immediately wishing for his fingers again.
He’s forgiven for this transgression when you feel your shirt being carefully pulled up over your torso, fingertips tracing along the skin until it’s up and over your head, dropped to the floor without a second consideration.
Timid (yet lacking no motivation), Ajax reaches up to undo your bra, one of the only remaining things keeping him from seeing your body entirely.
Once it’s off, falling forward and onto the floor to join your other clothes, his hands return to your body, one groping your thigh again while the other grips hard onto your hips, pulling you back.
On any other occasion, he’d have a gentle touch, the perfect sweetheart, helping you out of cars and pulling your chair out for you at restaurants, telling you stupid jokes just to hear your pretty laugh.
Soft caresses are swapped for needy, near-aggressive touches, possessive over your body and your skin, wanting it all for himself.
Lips pressed firm against you, he hovers between hickies just long enough to make a breathless request, asking for permission.
“Can I … Can I try something, my love?”
To you, it doesn’t even matter what. You just want him to take you, to gift you with a thousand of these tender, loving touches and a million more of his sweet, seductive kisses. You miss his face terribly, miss gazing into those handsome eyes and seeing his perfect smile, the prettiest boy in the world.
“Yes, please.”
That’s all you can respond with, but it’s plenty enough to suffice.
His gentle touch returns for just a moment to grab your hips and change direction, getting you to face him once again. You see his blushing face, his chest rising and falling, already panting just from what little you’ve already done.
Ajax can’t help himself from stealing a kiss. He swoops in without warning, pressing your mouths together and adding so much passion. His whimpers continue, soft and sweet.
The longer you kiss, the antsier he becomes. Hands shift further down, wrapping around the backs of your thighs, getting a steady grasp before he carefully lifts you into his hold. Your arms find their place naturally around his neck, clinging as he carries you over into the bedroom.
Resting your body down upon the mattress, he can finally admire your full figure. There are stars in those beautiful eyes, his mouth hung upon in the sweetest surprise, mesmerized by you, glorious you. He can’t even be bothered to undress before he’s dropping down on top of you.
He attaches first to your mouth, a kind gesture, before beginning his descent. Your neck, supple and much too enticing, gets its fair treatment, enthusiastic kisses pressed right over the hickies. He wants to add more, but it seems he’s completely run out of flesh to use anymore … And hurting you is never, and will never be his goal.
Continuing down, he finds the temptation of the soft flesh of your breasts far too convincing, latching on there and splitting his time between the two, even knowing to devote some energy to the space right between.
You’re breathless. Has he been practicing? Preparing for this night with you? It sure seems like it, from the vigor with which he moves and the confidence he possesses with every movement of his mouth.
He only moves down when he’s left a sufficient amount of kisses and marks behind on that skin. There’s a trail of subtle wetness that follows wherever his mouth goes, damp kisses leaving remnants as he descends over your stomach. The second he reaches there, you get ticklish; thighs come up to hug his sides, and your back arches further, pressing your tummy up into his lips.
A laugh surfaces, your fingers sliding into his hair.
“Jax, c’mon … That tickles, please.”
From your view, you can see him flush red, flustered, and a little bit embarrassed. A part of him feels that he may not be living up to your expectations, that he’s still got so much to prove. It’s this rare feeling of inferiority that instills within him the determination to show you how wholeheartedly worthy he is of your precious body.
He laughs alongside you, though you can’t help but notice that he sounds almost cocky, yet still, he never loses the sweet, wholesome tone that his laughter usually takes on. Hearing it turns you on, makes you ridiculously horny … Knowing just how badly he wants you, how badly he’s been wanting you, is getting you off.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Ajax coos, looking up at you through his eyelashes, his mouth still attached to your stomach, pressing soft kisses as he slowly gets closer to the spot you need him to reach. “I can’t make you wait anymore, no more … I wanna be between your legs, please. Is that okay?”
That cockiness doesn’t seem so present when he starts begging and pleading for a chance to be submerged between your thighs, but you like this version of Ajax just as much.
To help him get his answer, you spread your legs down closer to the mattress on either side and start pushing his head towards your waistline, guiding and inviting him to indulge his cravings.
“You know it’s okay … You know, love. I need it … Just as bad as you do, I promise. Please.”
You’re practically gasping between every word. Waiting isn’t an option anymore. If he’s even just a little too shy to fully dive into what he wants, you’re happy to help him.
Finally, something snaps. He’s done being patient with himself, done holding back at all. Whether it was the hands in his hair or pushing his head, you’ve managed to convince him.
“Uhuh … Yes, darling. I’ll make you feel so good, I will, you know I will, don’t you?”
One final, lingering kiss to your stomach and he lifts from your body, fingers wrapping around the bands of the same underwear he was invading minutes prior, pulling him down with a lot less care and delicacy than he behaved with earlier.
This time, it’s all about getting you naked. You hold your legs above the bedsheets to make the process simpler, getting the fabric away much sooner and allowing it to join the mess on the floor.
“I do, sweet boy. I do.”
The fact that, in mere moments, his tongue will be exploring you, tasting you, is overwhelming. He’s so motivated, so hungry for you. It’s easy to sense his urgency … His passionate desire.
Your words are the last push.
You’ve just told him that you know he’ll make you feel the best you’ve ever felt. Anything less, in his mind, would be a disappointment for you.
With his strength, Ajax pushes your thighs back, opening you up for him and exposing your core, ripe for the taking, ready all for him and only him.
Lowering his head, his tongue enters you from the bottom of your pussy, pushing in just enough to make a good impact before he starts sliding up. Your gaze stays fixated on his dazed eyes, seemingly in some kind of trance as he samples you for the first time.
Immediately, you are overcome.
Your thighs want to squirm around as his tongue pushes deeper, approaching the most sensitive parts, but they find themselves locked down by his incredible grasp, pinning you down and keeping you nice and open for him. Ensuring that he can lick away at you for as long as he pleases.
At the very least, until he can make you cum.
That’s the bare minimum expectation for him.
Mewling, you invade his hair again, grabbing hold of those pretty ginger strands and clasping around them much harder than before. Instead of simply holding onto him, you’re yanking him close, keeping him still as his tongue reaches a spot that causes you to yelp out of pleasure.
“Ajax,” You whimper, finally using his full name rather than the affectionate nickname you’ve given him throughout your relationship. “Right there, stay right there … Don’t move.”
He takes the words to heart. This is the spot bringing you the most satisfaction; why bother moving from this position? The only thing he has to change, or better yet, increase, is his speed.
Still dazed, Ajax lifts his head and presses his tongue flat against your pussy, staring lovingly into your features as he nods and acknowledges your command. His face is ridiculously flushed.
“Yes, my love,” His voice sounds, muffled by obvious means, but that only makes it ten million times more attractive, knowing that he’s unwilling to move his tongue away for even a second.
Feeling the confidence bestowed upon you from his willingness to go so far for your pleasure, you feel it’s only right to praise him. “Good boy, Jax … That’s … such a good boy.”
To say your praise is well-received is the understatement of the century. He swallows hard, gulping before reattaching his tongue, hating the gap that existed between you for just a split second, even if it was for a simple bodily function. His facial expression softens even more, his brows going more limp upon his structures, eyes so clouded over with lust that it’s a miracle he can still see anything.
He gets to work. Mouth pressing back down, Ajax starts properly eating you out, focusing completely dedicated to the spot you loved so much, the spot that’s making you squirm underneath his touch. Selfish (yet also anything but), he needs to hear more of your girlish whimpers, your sultry affirmations on all his movements. Words aren’t necessary to guide him in this affair; sounds and body language will do just fine.
His eyes never leave you as he begins to feast, to truly fine on the five-course meal prepped upon your mattress. That’s what he sees you as, nothing less than perfection. From here, Ajax watches your every reaction, the way your mouth moves, how frequently your head tips back and exposes all the beautiful hickies decorating your throat.
Your view might be even better. In the moments where you do get to witness him, you’re greeted with the single most gorgeous man in the universe. Even in these less-than-innocent experiences, you can still always see the sweetest, most adorable features of his body.
The freckles that cover the space underneath his eyes and over the bridge of his nose, and the matching freckles coating the top of his shoulders … They’re partially concealed by his bright red shade, but even through that, you’d still be able to count all the individual specks of light brown that get even clearer in the summer sun.
His hair is a total mess, all thanks to your eager, ruthless hands. Tufts are always out of place in his daily life, but now they’re even more noticeable.
He’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. He looks even more gorgeous between your legs, pleasuring you and worshipping your body.
Though your thighs are restrained, your hips still have some freedom. You’re unable to control yourself, unable to steady the writhing, hips shifting up and down to try and relieve some of this insane feeling, overwhelmed and overcome.
Your hips move, pushing up into his mouth, only forcing his tongue deeper inside, hitting all the right spots with all the right dedication. Each hit on your most sensitive spots leaves you crying out, whimpering his name and endless other praises. Exuberant curses, naughty language expressing to your lovely boyfriend just how damn good he’s doing.
Ajax is so focused on licking away at your insides that he forgets to come up for air. After a while, his mouth surfaces, gasping with his tongue brandished. He’s so messy that there are little droplets of saliva hanging from his tongue, connecting it to your pussy. The breaths he takes to recuperate are shallow and harsh, trying to get it over with as quickly as possible so he can get right back to what he wants to be doing.
During this short recovery period, you smile at him adoringly, your hand falling to cup his cheek and stroke his face with a gentle thumb. Your chest rises and falls, taking the opportunity for your own little respite, using this as a chance to show him some soft affection.
“Where’d you learn to do this?”
It feels like a stupid question, but if it helps boost his confidence even further as you intend, you’re willing to shed some of your pride.
Licking his licks to clear the drool away (and to steal yet another sample of your taste), he grins.
“I … studied for you. Is that … the answer you were looking for, my dear?”
He’s still so romantic even like this. And, truthfully, it was the perfect answer. Albeit a bit dorky, the fact that he wanted to perfect himself and figure out how to make this feel the best is so endearing.
“Mhm … That’s the one.”
He gains one of his signature playful smirks and that’s all you need to see to know he’s ready to continue, ready to get back to work. As if that wasn’t obnoxious enough, his eyes drift from yours to between your legs, gazing like some ravenous beast.
“Do I have your permission?”
“To … make me cum?”
You’re getting used to saying such things aloud, it’s still such unfamiliar territory. Regardless, it makes you feel some of those cliché butterflies in your stomach just thinking about releasing around his mouth and having him lap up the excess.
He nods in response, tongue dipping down to prod at your folds with teasing little licks, just Barry grazing the surface but enough to make you twitch.
Once more, your hand slides back to his head and starts pushing it down. Enough teasing, enough of all this playfulness. You need him again, and you need him so damn badly.
“Yes, yes, sweetheart … You have my permission, please. Make me ... Make me cum, okay?”
Another of his smiles and Ajax drops a little glob of saliva down onto your pussy before he submerges, burying his tongue and his lips inside you. Your pretty noises start again, falling from your mouth ceaselessly, whines coming out with every lash, every deep lick.
Despite how loud you are, you can still hear just how wet you’ve gotten for him. You can hear the way you’re gushing around his tongue, those slick sounds drifting to your ears every second.
Attacking the same perfect spots as before, it doesn’t take long before you can feel yourself getting closer and closer. Whines turn into high-pitched squeaks, enough to make you slap a hand against your mouth to silence the noise out of pure instinct and embarrassment.
Ajax doesn’t want that, doesn’t want you covering and suppressing anything. He releases one of your thighs (long enough to allow it to start shaking out of pleasure), wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging that hand away.
To keep you from making that same decision again, he keeps your hand pinned down to the mattress, sliding his fingers inside your own and squeezing.
It’s this very intimacy, combined with the sheer intensity of his mouth carving into you from the outside, that brings you up to your limit.
Gripping onto his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, your sounds become so boisterous, loud and squeaky, the highest whimpers you can manage. Your back arches hard, and your freed leg comes down to nuzzle against Ajax’s head as it finally happens … You feel your orgasm taking control of your body, a great tension rising in your stomach as you cum around his tongue.
“Ah, fuck! Jax … Jax, I’m cumming, fuck!”
When it’s done and over with, your back relaxes and the grip you had been maintaining on his poor fingers loosens. Between your thighs, Ajax does just as you predicted, licking up everything you released, cleaning up your pretty pussy in the process.
Your orgasm left you feeling even more sensitive. Furthermore, you’ve decided you haven’t had nearly enough of him yet. Besides, he still hasn’t gotten his opportunity to cum yet, still resting there with a hard cock sitting inside his pants.
Once he’s finished, Ajax releases your limbs from his grasp, allowing you the freedom of full mobility again. With relaxed thighs, it seems much more inviting for him to come and lay between them.
He climbs forward, resting down and immediately going in for a hungry kiss, breathless. Hands cup your warm, heated face to pull you in closer and to make everything all the more sweet.
Kissing him feels amazing … Feels like a reward for being good and staying so open for him, making it easy for him to eat you out without obstacles. There’s a taste on his lips that you’ve never experienced before; no doubt, the taste of yourself.
Another reward to come from this position is the placement of his hips directly atop yours. It’s almost enough to make you see stars, feeling his clothed erection right up against your throbbing, sensitive pussy, already begging for another round with him.
He can feel it, too.
So much so that it causes him to moan right into your mouth again, his eyelids feeling heavy and yet still fighting to open up. Like they’re rolling back, but much more softly this time around.
Being on top of your body while this hard is filling him with some naughty form of delirium, becoming so dazed and disoriented, mind focused on getting inside you and making both of you feel great again.
“Darling,” He coos, struggling to speak without sounding all whiny. “Darling, I need you. It hurts.”
Without any warning, he starts rutting down into your hips, mimicking the movements he intends to put into play as soon as possible. This feels even better than grinding into your ass as he did against the well … Much, much better. Even through his clothes, the sensation of your hips coming together is electrifying.
You hug his torso with your thighs, squeezing his sides and tugging him in, helping draw him back in over and over again.
The fact that he’s still clothed while you’re lying here completely naked is starting to bother you. An intense lust for the sight of his bare body comes through you and you squeeze him harder, hands grabbing hold of the collar of his shirt before moving down to start unbuttoning.
“I know, sweet boy,” You fill the space between kisses, practically panting as you encourage him. “No more hurting, please. I want you. I need you.”
Repeating his sentiments right back to him, in the hopes that I’ll drive him forward. Luckily, you only have to get the first two buttons undone before he pushes away from the fortress made by your thighs, standing up against the edge of the bed.
Nimble fingers get through the remaining buttons with proficient speed. The only one that gives him any trouble is the very last one; clearly, impatience took over him for a moment and took away some of the deftness from his previous movements.
His shirt is yanked off, and you watch with utmost attention as he undoes the buttons on his pants, the things that are restricting him so heavily and causing him the most frustration.
Ajax pushes his pants down over his hips and his thighs, tugging his underwear along with it. Silly as it might feel, seeing his nude figure in the flesh makes your insides throb with want, all wet and ready for him to slide inside.
You can tell just by gazing at his figure, right at his hips and the junction between his legs, how badly he was hurting, how painful it’s been to be kept waiting while he focused on your pleasure. It was something he was more than happy, ecstatic even, to do.
That doesn’t mean he hasn’t been yearning.
Your hands come out to reach for him. Difficult as it is to control yourself from touching the wetness gathering, you decide it’s a better use of your strength to beckon him in.
“Take me, Jax … Please, sweetheart.”
Seeing that need, and listening to your begging, causes Ajax’s patience to snag like a twig. He climbs back onto the bed in a frenzy, too focused and hellbent on fucking you to even bother sliding a condom onto his length.
It doesn’t bother you.
You trust him, wholeheartedly.
Pushing your thighs apart, he holds his hard, painfully throbbing cock in one hand, rubbing the soft skin of your inner thigh with the other. Whimpering under his breath, Ajax can barely contain himself as he adjusts forward and allows his cock to breach your inside. He groans hard as his length falls deeper and deeper inside, each inch slowly disappearing until he’s burrowed inside.
As soon as that last inch finds its new home, he braces himself by holding onto your body, steadying his own as he gets used to the overwhelming stimulation he’s receiving.
He needs this recovery period. He needs it to reassure himself that this is all real, that he’s genuinely, truly fucking you for the first time. It feels like a dream come true. Something he’s been aching for and fantasizing about for too long.
With eyes glazed over with passionate lust and a deep blush to match, he gazes down at your face, eyes occasionally trailing down to steal peeks at your breasts and your collarbone, even at your ravaged, yet still pretty neck.
“Does this … Does this feel good, my love?”
Good is the understatement of the year. The entire time that he was entering your body, your mouth was wide open, whining getting louder with each second and with each additional inch added.
Good doesn’t even begin to cover things.
Wandering palms rub over his stomach, feeling over sweaty, toned skin before making their way up his body, touching bare skin to make sure it’s all real and that it isn’t going anywhere. You don’t stop until you’re squeezing your sweet prince’s cheeks, holding onto his handsome face and smiling through the salacious expression painted upon your typically modest features.
“It feels so, so good, darling. I’ve … I’ve never, ever felt this good before, I promise … You’re perfect.”
He doesn’t need any convincing to believe you.
You can tell, because he smiles without a fight, without any further need for reassurance. Your praises sink in and become real without hesitation.
Still, there’s more to say.
In the silence that fills the air as he absorbs your affection and takes it deeply to heart, you decide to try and push him along again.
“Keep making me feel good, please … You have to, I need you to, I really do … Need you. Need you to fuck me, sweetheart … Touch me. Everywhere.”
Obsessed with your begging (and overflowing with the most romantic intentions), Ajax changes his grip. His hands grab hold of yours, clasping your fingers together in a gentle squeeze before he presses your combined extremities into the mattress on either side of your head.
He hovers over your body, hips beginning to thrust inside you. His body starts slow, clearly afraid of hurting you and going too strong. Your health and happiness are his priority, even if he’s yearning to take you much harder, to go faster, relieving the tension and discomfort he’s experiencing.
Just when Ajax is about to ask for some more reassurance, you deliver it to him preemptively with one word, “More.”
Your request is acknowledged with a shaky nod. Within moments, he takes a shallow breath and picks up his pace, his hips hitting against your thighs harder, rubbing sensitive skin together. Each thrust makes it feel smoother to slip inside and allow your pussy to swallow his cock.
He’s filled with an unshakable urge to bite down, or at the very least, have his mouth full.
Kissing makes it hard to hear your pretty whines. Your neck is already covered and coated, battered with loving bruises that need time to heal.
Just beneath his head, he sees an opportunity. A part of your body he’s teased at, but not yet properly marked his territory over.
Squeezing your hands tighter as he rocks into you, Ajax descends onto your chest, his mouth suctioning right around a nipple as he starts to lick at it just as hard as he was licking at your pussy. He’s so eager with his mouth that it doesn’t bother him in the slightest that he’s practically drooling all over your tits, making a mess he’s ignoring.
This double stimulation drives you insane. Your hips rock forward gently to meet his thrusts and bring him in even deeper, making the angle of penetration even more stimulating, making it feel so ridiculously good.
Beyond that … Having your breasts attacked with such passionate affection is breathtaking. Ajax has lost his willingness to hesitate much in his movements; all he’s willing to do now is to pleasure you and make you cry out and mewl for him.
Confident enough, he bites down around your nipple, sucking on it and getting his frustrations out on your neediest skin. You can hear him whining, muffled as it is, and it just makes you briefly wish your hands were free so you could pet his hair.
Generous as he is, Ajax makes sure that he isn’t too biased towards one side. Reluctantly, his mouth unlatches from his current fixation and shifts over to the right … Repeating all the same motions.
Somehow, this one is even more sensitive. He finds this out through your violent, abrasive whimpers, the loudest and most delicious yet.
You swear you can feel him smiling against your tits, but that might be part of your imagination.
He takes your sounds and decides to double them. Fucking into you even harder while he ravages your nipple, biting and licking and sucking to his heart’s content, leaving both of them red and sore by the time he chooses to lift his head and kiss you.
His kisses are incredibly wet and needy, the remnants of his saliva still attached partially to his lips as he molds your mouths together.
Your legs come up and wrap tightly around his waist, ankles licking together and holding you in place as he continues to slide into you.
Coming away from his mouth enough to speak, you make a request of him between gentle kisses pressed into the base of his throat.
“I wanna … I wanna cum, Jax … Please.”
Luckily, so does he. Badly.
“I will … I’ll make you cum, I promise, my love … I’m gonna … I’m gonna cum, too.”
Simple promises make you smile, and make you feel all giddy and warm inside. Your head falls back with eyes closed, relaxing into the pillow as you feel Ajax filling you so expertly, the perfect size for you to squeeze around.
He takes you like this for as long as he can manage before his body catches up to his will and determination. You notice when his orgasm is finally coming, all the signs are there … Ajax pants more heavily, his whines and whimpers get louder and more high-pitched, and the blush on the skin of his face gets even deeper as his expression becomes completely lost in his lust.
The closer he gets, the sloppier his thrusts become. His hips snap into you wildly, uncoordinated yet still so damn determined to push full-throttle until he finishes.
At the same time, you feel yourself getting ready to cum again, that feeling returning between your legs. This time, it’s so much more intense, your thighs beginning to shake softly, your pussy aching from the beating it’s taking so well.
“Kiss me,” You beg, mouth open, needing to feel his mouth pressed against yours when you both reach your highs together. “Kiss me, now.”
Following orders, he kisses you even harder than before, passionately making out with you as his thrusts get more focused, fucking into your body ruthlessly as his fingers squeeze yours so hard that the veins in his hands start popping out.
It’s this kiss that does the trick.
“Jax … Fuck! I’m cumming!”
You release around his length, legs shaking harder around his body, ankles coming undone as your thighs fall beside you onto the mattress, too weak to maintain their position against his back. Going limp as Ajax approaches his climax, allowing him to finish out his hard labor.
He’s inspired by you.
Mere moments after you cum, the feeling of your pussy soaking his cock causes him to break.
Still holding your hands, Ajax thrusts into you one more time before he yanks himself out in one surprisingly fluid motion, sliding his cock right over your hips just as he releases his cum onto your stomach, covering it with his milky white substance.
His breathing is hard, and by the time his cock is emptied onto your belly, he’s exhausted. Ajax collapses down onto your body, fingers coming untangled from yours as his arms come around to hug you around your neck, cuddling close.
Nuzzling into your neck, he tries to control his breathing, returning to normal. You match him.
With free fingers, you play with his hair, pressing gentle kisses to the top of his head, feeling ridiculously giddy, not to mention … Lucky. This is a memory that’ll be replaying through your mind in the most inopportune moments … Going down the street on the way to work, in the checkout lane at the grocery store, during visits with family.
You’ll never be able to forget the image of his lustful, beet-red face as he devoured you.
“Did I do a good job?”
He asks softly, hugging tighter.
The question amazes you. You’d have thought it would’ve been obvious from your sounds and your praises and the way your body reacted to him that he had done much more than a simple ‘good job’.
To start your answer, you smother him with more kisses, quick and obnoxious, spoiling the boy.
“Mhm … You did such a good job, sweet boy.”
Little kisses are pressed into your skin, his mouth nursing your wounds back to help, tending to all the bruises like he feels guilty for placing them there.
You know he doesn’t; you can feel him smiling against your skin, just as giddy as you are.