thedispatch | Forgiven

[ William honestly doesn't care whether her neighbors are getting their well deserved rest for the evening, but forcing Grell to control herself in a situation that breaks down every part of her is something he finds quite appealing. Hence why he's leaning over her, slipping one hand over her mouth. ]

Keep your voice down, you're in enough trouble as it is.

[ But, aside from that hand, he's doing little to keep her crying out. If anything, his thrusts have increased in their intensity, rocking her hard into the bed frame, causing it to make quite a bit of noise, all its own. ]

[ Though Grell parts her lips to protest, she can only seem to whimper into his hand. It isn't just that she finds it difficult to form words with him wracking her entire body, something about abiding by his commands seems-- well, like exactly what she wants to do, in this moment.

And so, she tries as she might, biting back her screams through a clenched jaw, even burying her face into the covers when she must! The redhead is reduced to a mess of hard and heavy whimpers and mewls, knees inevitably buckling to fall hard against the bedframe, where she struggles to keep herself up! ]

[ Each whimper that escapes has a jolt of pleasure surging through William's cock. Her trying to obey yet purely unable to - it has him clenching his own jaw to focus himself.

Thankfully, her knees giving way gives him a moment of pause. He removes himself from her, fully, and hoists her up onto the mattress by her thighs. That's when he takes his time climbing up after her - a reprieve for him that may very well wrack her body in an entirely different way. ]

[ The reaper gasps breathlessly as he pulls out, mumbling incoherent protests. Somehow, she gathers her wits enough to crawl further across the bed so that he may join her.

Stretching her arms out before her, she settles her cheek against the bed to peer back at him, ass up, not unlike a cat. ]

Don't leave me in suspense... please...

I'm surprised you're asking so politely.

[ What she feels next is not his cock, but rather his fingers, teasing over her asshole before trailing along her taint. With him kneeling at her side, his stiff cock is fully visible to her, and certainly within reach. His free hand grips her at the wrist, guiding it towards him. ]

[ Her muscles flutter under his touch, hips jolting with sensitivity. Grell pouts, teeth scraping over her healing lip... but, indeed, she is rather distracted by the sight of him.

Taking William's erection in hand, she pets over its length almost endearingly. ]

And yet, you won't humour me.

I could leave the room if you feel I'm complying too much.

[ He aids her more so, curling her fingers around him. Meanwhile, his own slip inside, two at first, the quickly a third. Though certainly not as deep as his cock can penetrate her, he finger fucks her hard and fast, aiming for that perfect spot. ]

But you're n--

[ That shuts her up rather quickly, and in turn, firms her hold on his cock. It isn't him, but it still feels quite good. It sounds even messier, which is somehow an incredibly turn-on.

Though her hand is shaky, she attempts to force herself to focus on giving him that same pleasure. She strokes him, building pace quickly. Her mouth rests at the wrist of her other hand, teeth ready to press into its flesh, if she should feel the need to quiet herself. ]

Is this-- how.. [ Her skin blanches under the points of her teeth. ] -- you want to. Come--?

No. But I want to see your face when you do.

[ He's enjoying the sight so far. Cheeks reddened, eyelids heavy, even that smear of blood on her lip. He swallows heavily, having to concentrate, as well. Grell's hand also feels wonderful around him, but he's not going to let himself climax before her. ]

[ Good as it feels, Grell rocks her hips forward to free herself of him as she rises up. Facing him, she wraps an arm behind his neck while idly stroking along his length still, with the intent of coaxing him along as she eases herself onto her back. ]

Then face me. This is our first time, Will. I'm greedy for your cock.

[ Following her down to the mattress, once more, William makes a conscious effort not to put too much pressure on her wound. He may have been relentless elsewhere, but it's still something he wants to avoid worsening. So he hovers above her, hands on either side of her head, leaving just enough room between them for her to keeps her hand busy on his cock. ]

[ Grell gives the smallest huff at his hesitance, but she know why he's doing it-- and so, she lifts her hips to rest atop his thighs, pressing their cocks together so that she may stroke them in tandem. Meanwhile, she reaches out to snatch a pillow, sliding it beneath the small of her back. ]

There. I'll be fine, you see?

[ Satisfied that she isn't whining at him, he sits up, giving him a wonderful view of her body. It's not the sort of body he ever envisioned himself being attracted to, but he supposes that proves even more that Grell means a lot to him.

Running his hands down her thighs, he hoists them up to drape her ankles over his shoulders. A few more long strokes and he's taking his cock back in his own hand. With her propped up as she is, it gives him the perfect angle to enter her, sliding all the way in with zero hesitation. All the while he watches her face, eyes locked on hers, eager to see the expression. ]

[ The colour returns to Grell's cheeks, as he takes the opportunity to admire her body. Breath wavering, her hands pet the back of his palms - and it hitches, once he lifts her legs to prop at his shoulders.

Licking her lips, she anticipates his next move by draping her arms over her head, nice and pretty-- but once he enter her, her hands are grasping at the covers again, back arching with a gasping moan that drawls into one of elation. ]

Nn.. Will...

[ Now fully encased, William grips her behind the knees. He holds her legs steady as he returns to the pace he'd left off with. No build up, no slow progression of his thrusts, just unrelenting speed and force. She is a super natural being, of course, so he knows her body can take it. ]

Is this what you'd hoped for all these years.

[ Without the mattress to muffle her moans, he wants to see just how much she can contain them on her own. Or perhaps he wants to hear them more. ]

[ The redhead is forced to clamp a hand over her mouth, as William suddenly and relentlessly drives into her. Immediately, she's reduced to to whimpering moans, her other hand finding it way to her locks, fingers winding into them.

Somehow, she still manages to nod! ]

[ Whether it's the sight of her or the whimpering, William's not sure, but it's got his cock throbbing with pleasure again. His eyes shut, hoping to cancel out one of the senses as he continues the rhythm of his hips. Though, despite the force of his thrusts, she's remained tight around his cock.

He won't cum though. Not yet. He wants to hear her scream, see the look of pure ecstasy on her face, feel her body tremble. ]

[ Chest heaving, her hand blindly grope to find William's knees -- any part of him to hold onto, really. She's biting at her lip again, fighting the urge to call out, but her resolution is drawing thin-- it's all too much.

Feeling herself begin to teeter along that edge, she begins to slip - a louder whimper, a free moan, a calling cry - until she's entirely lost herself and ready to spill over. ]

[ It may have seemed like William was giving her all his body had to offer, but with her so close to cumming, he quickly readjusts his angle, grips her tightly by the hips and pulls her against him as he thrusts. He wants this orgasm to be more than she'd ever fantasized. He wants to make it real for her, to make it worth a century of waiting. ]

[ Like so, William very quickly coaxes her to orgasm. The passion builds rapidly and aggressively, causing her hips to spasm, back arching against the hold her has her in. She slides against the comforter, hands pressing over her eyes as she scremas out his name-- and the pleasure washes over her so immensely that she finds herself gasping for breath! ]

[ Entirely pleased with her final moments, William allows her to ride out the final waves of pleasure before slowing to a slower, more intimate pace. It allows him to feel every inch of her as he pulls back and reenters. His orgasm comes in waves, his fingers tightening their hold on her as he rides it out to completion. Finally, he lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, and looks down at her, an uncommonly pleased expression on his face.

Pulling himself from her, he leans down, taking her in a deep kiss. ]

[ Body alight with sensation, her thighs tremor with every movement, quiet gasping sounds spilling from her parted lips. Grell rocks her hips with him, whimpering every time he nearly pulls himself free from her. Her lids are heavy, almost tired, and glistening as she looks at him - her gaze holds nothing but admiration for him. Her hands pet along his thighs. ]

Will... [ She near whispers, welcoming his kiss by gently cupping his cheeks. ]

[ As their lips part, he raises himself up again. A moment that's surely too short for Grell. But, he lays her legs back onto the mattress and, instead, finds a spot next to her. ]

Go clean yourself up. I need some rest after that.

[ On his back, he looks up to the ceiling, running the whole weekend through his head. He's also idly wondering if he should bother dressing himself or just climb under the covers nude. ]

[ Grell rolls over to briefly rest her cheek at his shoulder, breath carrying an amused scoff. She's still reeling, so she needs a moment! ]

Indeed, you were quite diligent. I'd say it's well deserved.

[ But perhaps she is a hot mess, and if she stays at his side for too long, she'll find it even more difficult to get up! So, with a heavy sigh, she pushes herself up-- and now, all the aches she'd been ignoring start to kick in! She'll need to make that water extra warm. ]

I won't be too long, my love. Try not to fall asleep without me. [ She leans in to place a kiss upon his lips, before excusing herself! ]

I won't make any promises.

[ Partially surprised that she didn't heckle him to join her, he slips beneath the covers. Nude it shall be! If he'd thought her bed was comfortable earlier, now it's even more so - shall he dare say it's heavenly? Odd that he's finding this more blissful than what is believed to be the most divine place.

When she returns, he won't quite have drifted off fully, and his eyes blink open to see her join him. ]

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