( months of distance can't be crossed by just one orgasm, inej reasons. after the initial start up, she takes a brief rest, panting in exertion, lifting her hands back to undo her braid the rest of the way and toss her hair over her shoulder, where it can't get in the way. then?
then she watches just slightly slack jawed as kaz tastes his own release, messy and lean fingers slipping into a bruised mouth, pulling a full bodied shudder from her that ends with her bending, kissing his bony wrist, the knuckle of his pinky. )
What will I do with you?
( it's breathlessly asked — bewildered and excited in one, inej giving another fruitful pump of her hips before taken further initiative. with an agile move and a firm hand on kaz's side, she rolls herself over and onto her back, taking him with her. the positioning might be a little rough and tumble on his leg, but she needed a breather and he likes pain, so.
it affords her a better look at his plump stomach, glistening still with the evidence of his orgasm. inej reaches a hand forth and squeezes that small bump, at the same time rubbing his come through her fingers until it shines like oil on his skin, caking him in the heady scent of sex that only a long bath could clear up. )
[ She undoes the rest of her braid and he just wants to stare. Well, and brush his fingers through the length of it. It's always so glossy and heavy, carrying the faint smell of her shampoo. There's always something a little wild about her when she finally lets it all down, as if signaling she's completely freed.
He doesn't have much time to admire the sight, since soon she's tugging him up and over as she goes to lie flat on her back. Not wanting to have her pull out, he scrambles to go with her, sitting fully on the glass cock. This way, it's easier to see how it pushes his lower abdomen out, the curve nudging right against that bundle of nerves. Inej's touch amplified that particular jolt when she presses her fingers against it, pleasure flaring through him fast enough to make him light headed.
Squeezing around her cock, he leans back as he starts to fuck himself on it, short lifts up and back down. At this angle, she must have a good view of it sliding inside. There's also the fact it's much easier to touch her; one hand slips between her legs, rubbing through her slick folds and pushing two fingers in. ]
( brutal at possibly the best of times, inej wraps a clever hand around his spent, oversensitive cock, stroking him with subtle intensity — slow strokes that end with a snap of the wrist, keeping him aptly on his toes. carefully done, of course. there's been days when inej wrings orgasms out of him like blood that pours from a neck wound, until he's boneless and exhausted and sleeps through the night fully for a change, but this is still newer territory. she's decidedly patient with how much she'll demand of kaz's body, even though it's never disappointed her before — after all, kaz brekker is a man who knows how to suffer, sometimes quietly, sometimes brilliantly. sometimes while he's locked in four walls with inej beneath him, legs locked behind his back, demanding another, one more, again.
another, one more, again. she pumps his cock expertly enough, thickening up in her palm even if all his muscles suffer through the pain of it. she has her heart set on detailing him through a delicious torture — before his hand falls between her legs and she thrusts up, letting out a kittenish and breathy hiss from the points of her teeth. automatically she tosses the bend of her elbow over her eyes, peeking out just a moment after with some truly blissed out glimmer in her irises. )
Cheat.
( sometimes, yes. but not in this. all's fair.
smoothing her hand once again up his slick stomach, inej keeps moving up until her fingers cling lazily on the cylinder of his neck. with a testing grip, she uses that hold to pull him down as she throws her hips up, sudden adrenaline at the threat of choking soaking her cunt anew. )
[ Her touch draws a hiss from him, skin sensitive enough that even a breeze would be too much. But the discomfort is electric, nerves jangling with it, wanting more despite everything. Every tug and clever flick of her wrist has him pushing his hips up, squeezing around her cock with the motion. It's almost too much at once and he's tempted to stop her.
Except he doesn't. He just shakes a little with her strokes, splitting his attention to touch her as much as possible. His fingers slide in deep, curling to rub at a spot he knows she likes. The pad of his thumb brushes past her clit, lazily pressing at the base in circles. Pulling his fingers out, he pushes them back in with his own slide down onto the glass cock, a poor imitation of fucking her. ]
Like the view? [ His words come out breathy, not only from the effort of screwing himself, but also from how he leans into her hand, letting her palm set against his throat. As far as they go, it's just the barest pressure, a test more than anything. His pulse is beating a frenetic pace at the mere suggestion though, chin tilting in a challenge. ]
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then she watches just slightly slack jawed as kaz tastes his own release, messy and lean fingers slipping into a bruised mouth, pulling a full bodied shudder from her that ends with her bending, kissing his bony wrist, the knuckle of his pinky. )
What will I do with you?
( it's breathlessly asked — bewildered and excited in one, inej giving another fruitful pump of her hips before taken further initiative. with an agile move and a firm hand on kaz's side, she rolls herself over and onto her back, taking him with her. the positioning might be a little rough and tumble on his leg, but she needed a breather and he likes pain, so.
it affords her a better look at his plump stomach, glistening still with the evidence of his orgasm. inej reaches a hand forth and squeezes that small bump, at the same time rubbing his come through her fingers until it shines like oil on his skin, caking him in the heady scent of sex that only a long bath could clear up. )
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He doesn't have much time to admire the sight, since soon she's tugging him up and over as she goes to lie flat on her back. Not wanting to have her pull out, he scrambles to go with her, sitting fully on the glass cock. This way, it's easier to see how it pushes his lower abdomen out, the curve nudging right against that bundle of nerves. Inej's touch amplified that particular jolt when she presses her fingers against it, pleasure flaring through him fast enough to make him light headed.
Squeezing around her cock, he leans back as he starts to fuck himself on it, short lifts up and back down. At this angle, she must have a good view of it sliding inside. There's also the fact it's much easier to touch her; one hand slips between her legs, rubbing through her slick folds and pushing two fingers in. ]
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another, one more, again. she pumps his cock expertly enough, thickening up in her palm even if all his muscles suffer through the pain of it. she has her heart set on detailing him through a delicious torture — before his hand falls between her legs and she thrusts up, letting out a kittenish and breathy hiss from the points of her teeth. automatically she tosses the bend of her elbow over her eyes, peeking out just a moment after with some truly blissed out glimmer in her irises. )
Cheat.
( sometimes, yes. but not in this. all's fair.
smoothing her hand once again up his slick stomach, inej keeps moving up until her fingers cling lazily on the cylinder of his neck. with a testing grip, she uses that hold to pull him down as she throws her hips up, sudden adrenaline at the threat of choking soaking her cunt anew. )
You look so good, speared on my cock.
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Except he doesn't. He just shakes a little with her strokes, splitting his attention to touch her as much as possible. His fingers slide in deep, curling to rub at a spot he knows she likes. The pad of his thumb brushes past her clit, lazily pressing at the base in circles. Pulling his fingers out, he pushes them back in with his own slide down onto the glass cock, a poor imitation of fucking her. ]
Like the view? [ His words come out breathy, not only from the effort of screwing himself, but also from how he leans into her hand, letting her palm set against his throat. As far as they go, it's just the barest pressure, a test more than anything. His pulse is beating a frenetic pace at the mere suggestion though, chin tilting in a challenge. ]