thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Feeling her shake in his arms from pleasure and knowing she's nearly there only makes William want to push her even more. He may not be able to move his hips any harder or faster, but he can do something else which may catch her off guard enough to push her over. Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he grips her jaw firmly in his hand. Then he's leaning in, kissing her. Open, forceful, and exploratory. ]

[ Ah, that certainly does the trick. Perfectly rough, yet passionate, Grell is pushed right to the edge. Leather creaks as the belt threatens to give, her thighs press into him, and she moans desperate into his mouth as his tongue dances along hers.

It's the best warning that she can manage, and if he doesn't care to stop, she'll do precisely what he warned her not to-- cum all over his nice shirt. ]

[ He allows it. Whether it's to allow her the sweet release without interruption or reprimand her for it later is uncertain. But for now, he keeps his pace up, tongue moving and hips thrusting. And once he can feel her body starting to ease as her orgasm settles out, he slows. He pulls himself from her, setting her down gently so he doesn't completely collapse. ]

[ Grell sighs quietly with protest once his kisses stop, although quickly distracted as he pulls free of her. She moans once more, somewhat wobbly on her feet-- and so, she briefly leans into his chest, nuzzling and kissing at his neck. ]

Will... ♥

[ With her leaning so close, she should feel his still hardened cock press against the stomach. True, he could have allowed himself to cum inside her, but even as a supernatural being, he was afraid his own legs would give out at the intensity. Having to support her in his arms while doing so would not help in the least.

He reaches around the pole, unclasping the belt and pulling her free of it. Inspecting it, it seems utterly ruined at this point, stretched and cracking from all the stress. Add another thing to the shopping list. ]

[ Rolling her freed wrists, she barely pays any attention to the belt-- in fact, she immediately sets to unbuttoning his soiled shirt. If he'll allow it, she'll shimmy it down his arms to be rid of the garment altogether, tossing it atop the pile of clothing they've already started. ]

Do you want to move to the bed, darling? Or would you prefer the shower?

[ He glances down at the bed, obviously weighing the options. A shower is the logical answer, as they both worked up a bit of sweat during all that. But he really just wants to climb into bed, have her finish him off and fall asleep together. ]

Perhaps we can shower in the morning. Unless you feel too much a mess, right now.

[ His trousers are next. Grell drops them to the floor, hands grasping his hips to guide him to the bed, sitting him down so she can tug the legs free, and rid him of his socks while she's at at. ]

Darling, whatever you want is fine by me♥

[ Trailing her hands up and along his thighs, she rises up to steal his lips in another kiss. ]

[ After a brief kiss, he's scooting back on the bed. But an arm wrapped around her middle coaxes her along with him. He lays himself back on the pillows, expecting her to linger above him. ]

Then I suppose the answer is bed.

[ Grell chuckles, crawling along with him. She presses a kiss to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, and his neck. Continuing to trail downward, he hands knead along his sides to his hips, exploring along until they find his cock. ]

What else do you want?

[ His cock throbs the moment it's touched, making it plainly obvious what he's expecting her to do. ]

Honestly, do you even need to ask me that?

Come now, have a little fun.

[ Dragging her tongue over the raised flesh of his nipple, slow and gratuitously, she guides her palm along his length with just as much attention. ]

[ There's a sharp intake of breath. Apparently he's never had his nipples played with! ]

I have been. [ He almost sounds offended. ] I tied you up, didn't I?

[ Well, that's a fun reaction. She'll just have to venture across his chest, placing a kiss into the valley between his pectorals along the way - and she pauses there, allowing her lips to graze the other while she speaks.]

Which was delightful, by the way.

[ Allowing her hand to build some pace, she encircles his nipple by the tip of her tongue with a feather-light touch, before taking it into her mouth to suckle. ]

[ The breath isn't as quick this time, but rather a slow exhale as his eyes drift shut. ]

You will be buying me a new belt. And shirt.

[ That earns another chuckle! Her lips leave him only briefly. ]

Do I get to pick them out?

[ And then she's crawling lower, mouth exploring the definition of his toned torso as she goes. Her tongue traces the dip of a hipbone, before hovering over the tip of his desire, of which she's slowed her strokes over, in favor of teasing with soft, blowing breaths. ]

Not if you keep teasing me that way.

[ He doesn't sound entirely disapproving of it, though. Shown by the way his fingers have found their way to threading through her hair. ]

So impatient~

[ Delving her tongue into its tip, she then repeats the motion of swirling her tongue, this time about its head. ]

[ There's a low grunt, an approval of the way her tongue is moving. His fingers tighten in her hair just so, not quite enough to force her onward, but definitely suggesting it. ]

I could be patient for another century, if you'd prefer that.

[ With the faintest scoff, she licks over her lips, nuzzling her head against that hold. ]

You think it would be that easy to escape me now? [ She doesn't waste any more time, dragging her tongue up from the base to the tip, just before taking him into her mouth in full. ]

No. I've accepted my fate, at this point.

[ A fate which he seems to be enjoying quite a bit. He's still very much alight from feeling Grell's body tightening and shaking around him. And now that the warmth of her body is engulfing him again, he can't help the twitch of his hips and the shudder of his breath. His eyes remain closed, focusing on each touch of her lips and tongue. ]

[ Grell hums in approval about his cock, hands holding at his hips, kneading at them firmly. She pulls back, only to take his length once more, building to a slow rhythm. No more teasing; he's done far too well with pleasuring her tonight. ]

[ As she bobs her head, his hands move with her, still guiding, but allowing her to showcase her skill more than anything. And gosh is she talented in this field. A groan escapes him each time her mouth threatens to leave his cock, but takes him again. It won't be much longer, he's certain of that. ]

[ Grell enjoys this; his hands in her hair, the taste of him, and especially how she's responsible for making him steadily fall apart.

Her hands shift down to his thighs, gently nudging them apart to settle more comfortably between them. Resting one leg over her shoulder, she idly pets along the tender skin where the inner thigh connects to the hip-- her other hand massaging at his scrotum. ]

[ That gets his hips to twitch, the added stimulation pushing him ever closer. He swallows heavily, fingers gripping into her hair. Though he was happy to let her control her movements, now he can't help his hips lifting to push himself deeper and faster into her mouth. ]

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