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"L-Loid—" She panted against the pillow, her grip on the sheets tightened. "Faster—fah..."
Yor shivered under his touches, her moans echoed in the darkness.
The moon was at its peak but dark clouds dominated the gloomy sky as the gentle pouring of rain added to the ambiance Loid and Yor were having inside the four corners of her room.
And oh! She just remembered the creamy sausage they had for dinner—
"Wider, Yor," he demanded with a shaky breath, several droplets of sweat crawled from his chest down to his abdomen but his body remained under the sweater she told him not to remove. "Open wide for me, aah..."
The intense pleasure made her lose her mind as he continued thrusting his hips, gripping her ankles to guide her in spreading wider. He adored the sight of her with only the blue cardigan around her frame but the cloth was useless because her breasts were juggling for his every pounding.
His hands traced her ankles up to her thighs then back to her legs before he showered the arch of her feet with soft kisses. He rested her legs on his shoulders and leaned closer, giving more pressure on their clasping body parts.
Her knees kept on touching her breasts as Loid explored the flexibility he discovered during their early sessions of sex. They got drowned at the sight of red and blue—the eyes couldn't hide the pleasure—the feeling of being inside of her caused his system to malfunction.
Squeaking and moaning invaded the room and they just hoped that the noise would remain inside their home and no neighbor would gossip about them in the morning.
But maybe, it was for the better too.
For appearances...
Fortunately, Anya and Bond stayed with Franky for a promised ooting so there was no need for Loid to cover Yor's mouth with his palm.
Fast. Slow.
He was playing with the pace, leaving her empty but making her full in the next second. She gripped his arms for support as they stared at each other, absorbing the pleasure from their position.
Loid had her pinned, her vaginal walls hugged his cock. He moaned softly and surrendered to a wet kiss before he freed her legs that automatically wrapped around his hips to pull him closer and closer.
She had an undeniable strength that she already learned how to control so when her arms snaked around his neck, a smile was exchanged in between the sloppy kiss, and the bed remained moving with their rocking bodies.
Yor couldn't help but gasp when he devoured her neck and despite trying not to leave any marks on the areas her colleagues would notice, every kiss was leaving a sensation she could still feel even though his lips already moved to another inch.
"L-Loid..."
"You like that, huh."
It was supposed to be a question but since she moaned and arched her body, he already knew the answer.
Yor nodded as she kept on pulling him closer as if the union of souls and exchange of body fluids were not enough. He could reach an area inside of her she never imagined someone could reach and no, it didn't hurt and—
Ah... fah...
It felt so good.
She gripped the collar of his sweater as she gasped for air, the movement of his hips choked the hell out of her especially when he was delivering a deeper stroke than usual.
He played with her hardened nipples and blew warm air on her areolas before he leaned back to glorify her nakedness—a true angel in his darkness—her smooth and soft skin reacted to his touches.
And when a certain pinnacle was so close to reach, he pulled out, her excitement turned into a frustrated grunt.
"Why did you—hnnngh!"
Her frustration became a satisfied moan the moment his mouth and tongue explored her lining. He found the swollen knob that made her twist the sheets, her thighs locked him in place as her fingers played and gripped his hair.
Loid watched how she lost the sanity that he encouraged by grabbing onto her breasts, her divine taste and explicit aroma urged him to pleasure her even more.
She was wet for him, the undeniable hunger for each other was reflecting. His lips showered more kisses on her mound, tracing the island of trimmed hair up to her inner thighs before he played with her belly button, causing her spine to arch.
Fuck.
Her hips kept on urging him to have another taste of her forbidden fruit, her body melted with every flicking of his tongue especially when the tip explored the cave.
Loid massaged her swollen clit as his mouth traced her lining for a final taste before he caressed her side frame.
It was just a gentle caress but Yor understood the gesture.
She turned around to expose her back and shivered immediately due to his tingling touches. He even slapped her butt cheeks, leaving red prints on her flesh.
But it didn't hurt.
In fact, she moaned for more.
"Loid…"
"Feels good?"
"Mmm…"
After a long day of work, a gentle massage was helpful but unlocking the twisted fibers turned into a real massage.
No one complained about it though.
And no, it wasn't a euphemism for murder.
But they were both guilty of murder via pleasure.
Her cunt ached for attention and the hunger made her keep her thighs together to add pressure but Loid didn't give her the satisfaction. He kept her legs apart—wider and more open for him to see—as he prayed that she would not kick him for exposing her to undeniable pleasure.
She writhed when his warm lips showered her butt with light and tender kisses, circling around the butt scar as if he was glorifying its existence. There was a different sensation, the scar was more sensitive than the other areas, the tension inside her belly was screaming for more and more Loid.
For sure, Loid would have sewing assignments because the sheets and pillowcases were being tortured by her strong grips.
And no, he didn't throw the pillow away from her because he didn't want to sew. He did it because he wanted to hear her moans and groans against the sheet.
Loid shifted from one inch to another while his fingers were making miracles on her lining and she gasped when she felt the curling and thrusting of digits in her love hole, her long and satisfied moan made him smirk.
"Loid,"
"Yes, love?"
She didn't expect him to whisper in her ear, his voice was ragged and deep, her entire system malfunctioned. Endearments were not new for the both of them but for whatever reason, Loid calling her love, darling, princess, or sweetheart when in bed (or even not in bed in some instances), would surely put her in a brim of arousal.
There was something when she was brushing his hair and she was thankful to be given a chance to rake her fingers while he was kissing her neck and shoulders, his palms explored every soft skin of her sensitive back. She loved it more when he kissed her spine, the presence of the cardigan was not a bother at all.
The moment strengthened their decision as two consenting adults, she moaned in desperate need, his cock felt her warmth. She felt so empty without having him inside of her and fuck, hitting her from behind was something to look forward to.
Sweat crawled on their nakedness and the gasping for air was minimized when he pinned her left arm to her back and her other hand above her head as they pursued the clasping of fleshes, moans echoed in the room.
"L-Loid," Yor panted, the pleasure was too good to take in. "So good, ah...!"
"So warm... so tight..." he whispered between his gritted teeth. "You feel so good, Yor. Perfect..."
With a grunt, he delivered more intense thrusts while holding on to her lower back, her wetness made the act slippery. He explored the pacing, enjoying the series of pleasured cries, her warm walls embraced his thickness.
He would pull out and leave the tip inside then he would push further so she would roll her eyes.
Yor could always conclude that he was so good at what he was doing and hell, his experience was showing despite his claim of not engaging in sexual intimacies for a long time.
The heat consumed her whole body, the rocking of systems pursued, and it was not fair that he could steal a kiss but she couldn't even touch him.
She was so turned on as proved by her wetness but she was dying to stare at his face. He knew her sensitive spots, the target of his every hit, making her feel good was his priority.
"Loid, p-please..."
"What is it, love?" he whispered and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, the pumping of his hips slowed down to explore and feel her further. "Hmm?"
Loid was always gentle even though the intimacy touched the aggressive side of the spectrum, drilling into her further and deeper as if he could break into her cervix if only it was anatomically possible.
Words were difficult to form as the heavy pantings created music. He was targeting her sensitive nerves like kissing the back of her neck and playing with her ear shell so he could hear how she moaned his name as if her life depended on him.
She knew he wouldn't mind but having him in her mouth earlier was not enough.
It was like Loid felt the sudden need so he pulled out, his palms travelled from the back of her thighs up to her smooth back. Their bodies brushed with each other when he put his weight on her while showering her with kisses that caused the goosebumps to spread all over her skin.
He tried to suppress a chuckle because she was fighting not to moan but she was failing miserably.
All she knew, if only she didn't get flustered easily and she was confident to brag about her sex life to her colleagues the way the girls were explicitly sharing their lives inside the bedroom, she had a long list of exciting things to share about her experience.
Loid was a good teacher, she could say in confidence.
Yor rested comfortably on her back, the both of them earned the privilege to scan a perfect body they were lucky to see and adore.
Everything about her was exposed, her nipples remained erect like it was calling his attention to have a taste.
Only if he could give her the attention all at once...
Her eyes brightened at the sight of a handsome man, his lower abdomen was something to admire while tracing the line of hairs, happy trailing down to his erection.
It was a moment to notice each other's scars no one dared to ask.
But even before he could speak a word, she stole the control, flipping their bodies so she had the upper hand, sitting on the perfect area was her motive.
"Yor..."
Fuck, it was so much better.
Having her on top, he could die under her warmth while gripping his sweater.
Yor grinded back and forth, her hands glided along his neck down to his covered chest. She played with the short zipper of his top, opening and closing it, while hypnotizing him with her beauty.
But she didn't need to do it anyway because he was already in a deep trance, caressing her thighs up to her hips, his breathings were heavy and aroused.
He held onto her hips, his thumbs brushed along the skin near her belly button. She noticed how he stopped breathing when she guided his hands to her breasts, his large palms were enough to knead.
Loid sat up and their lips clashed which made her nipples harden even more but she pushed his chest a little to roam her palms on his chest and shoulders.
"You don't know how much I love this on you..." She chuckled shyly, her cheeks were red, as she fixed the sweater on him. "But you don't need this anymore. Take it off..."
She removed the sweater on him and pushed him back on the bed, taking her sweet little time to kiss and suck his skin that trailed from his neck down to his chest. Loid gasped when she played with his erection while glorifying his stomach with her mouth. He got flustered, shivers crept to his spine and he didn't resist when her tongue teased the tip.
"Fuck, Yor."
Yor had him in her fingers as proved by the way he was gripping her hair to encourage the sloppy blowjob, her warm mouth alone could make him come.
Sucking his manhood and staring at him, it gave her power and confidence. The pressure in her gut rumbled like wild butterflies so she rubbed herself, blushing at the fact that he was watching while she was doing it.
She was incredibly wet, the earlier session was not enough.
Yor took a deep breath—
Fuck—
She shut her eyes—
"You okay, sweetheart? Breathe, baby."
Loid drew circles on her thighs, fueling the excitement for her to engulf all of him as she pursued to have more than the wanted friction.
"You feel so good. You take me so well aah..."
She moved and moved, looking for the perfect angle, his girth and length stretched her like no other. The muscles worked overtime, rocking their bodies to meet halfway, producing more and more fluids to lubricate themselves.
She pushed. She grinded. She fucked.
Open wide? He didn't need to ask because she spread her legs for him to see the sacred jewel while his cock kept on pushing in and out of her. Wet sounds deafened their ears the way their heartbeats doubled its pace.
It was a graphic view but the moment remained wonderful.
Every roll was deep and when her legs weakened due to continuous riding, he took over, smashing their fleshes until they couldn't breathe anymore.
"L-Loid—aah...fah... "
He added more pressure and locked her in place. His hand gripped her hip while the other one cupped her cheek as their lips refused to let go of each other's taste until she groaned, the delayed orgasm tickled all her nerves.
She smiled sweetly and absorbed the pleasure when he showered her with kisses. Her knuckles almost turned white from gripping him tightly—her heart jumped out of her chest as she shivered violently, her mind blacked out due to several waves of pleasure.
Loid continued to thrust while watching her being engulfed with orgasm and slowly, her hips jived with the movement to reach his own pinnacle—her hands wrapped around his neck as an act of choking while dancing on top of him.
The moans were unrecognizable and the oversensitivity of their nerves pushed them to the brim of arousal and desire, holding onto each other until they lost their minds.
Oh God—she exploded once more, the building up of pleasure was alarmingly rapid.
She wanted to breathe but no, her husband deserved to feel good too so she grinded and bounced, her mouth dropped open for welcoming all of him.
"Shit—" he hissed, his grip on her hips was so tight that it might leave a bruise. "Yor,"
Loid breathed, choking on his words as he controlled the pace, his heartbeats deafened his ears.
He was on the edge but he managed to massage her breasts. However, the fire in his chest and stomach wanted to come out so he warned, "Yor,"
She felt how hard and excited he was inside of her and the hunger in his eyes was ready to explode. He was throbbing and even before warmth could fill her, she released him from her grip and took over the stroking of his hard cock until he released his juices.
"Fuck,"
His mind went hazy, his cum spread on his stomach and some of the swimmers even reached her chest. The erotic event made her giggle as if the creamy liquid tickled her skin.
Amusement and admiration filled their eyes—red and blue clashed together—exhaustion was slowly creeping into their nerves.
Loid completely surrendered on the mattress and Yor rested almost all her weight over him for the much needed sweet kiss that he prolonged by holding her chin, a shy and breathless giggle was exchanged.
"You alright?" He smiled when he looked at her.
She blushed, her beauty dominated the wonders of the night sky. She bit her bottom lip because shyness remained in her system as if she didn't make him roll his eyes.
"You're so pretty," he declared, his eyes twinkled against the dim lights which may be due to the way he looked at her. "So pretty."
"You're just teasing." She chuckled softly and tilted her head to stare at him.
"No, I'm not."
He planted another series of feathery kisses on her face and she squeaked when he carried her like a true gorgeous bride.
"Let's clean up?" he whispered with a boyish smile. He already walked towards the bathroom without waiting for her answer.
And when the bathroom door closed, cleaning up became an excuse for another round of action.