thedispatch | Forgiven

[ William instantly accepts her tongue, exploring her mouth just as eagerly. There's a slight groan as she plays with her hair. It really is something he enjoys, isn't it? In return, he fingers massage at her back, once more. Yet this time it's more teasing than focused on relaxing her muscles. ]

[ It vaguely tickles, yet feels wonderful. It has her body arching into him, breath fluttering as their tongues dance. Without intending to, she finds herself scraping her nails along his scalp once more. ]

[ It coaxes another groan out of him. Though it doesn't help that, now being so close to one another, Grell's length is pressed firmly against his own, the soapy water doing wonderfully at letting them slide along one another. ]

[ The reaper echoes his groan with a little moan of her own, especially with the teasing brushes of their cocks. But as good as it is, she still hasn't finished with William's hair.

Pulling back with some hesitation, she sets to rinsing his hair, pooling water down the back of his hair, and working out the product. Twice more, and it's clean-- she just needs to wash his upper torso.

But while she fetches the soap, she begins to rock her hips over his, increasing the friction between them. Slow and purposeful, as her hands work down his neck and knead over his shoulders. Over his chest, thumbs briefly but diligently tracing over his nipples. ]

Do you want to fuck as badly as I do? [ She asks with a chuckle, though she suspects that she knows the answer! ]

[ This is the second time she's washed down his body in the past few days, and he's already thinking that it wouldn't be bad if it became a regular thing. Not that Grell would have any objection, he's certain. The sex, on the other hand, is something he knows will be more than frequent. They have so much time to make up for, after all. So much pent up sexual tension.

William's hands return to her hips, aiding in her movements. The feeling has him closing his eyes, breathing deeply. ]

You're going to be late, at this rate.

[ But he isn't saying no, either. ]

[ Grell's head briefly lulls back. ]

Nn-- sounds like a challenge, I like it.

[ She scoops some water over him hastily, so that she may properly grip at his shoulders. ]

You best get on with it, then.

[ Or course, he could flip her around and bend her over the edge of the tub. But, she'd begun to ride him during their first time, and he's interested in seeing more. ]

[ Licking over her lips, they pull into a lopsided grin. Gripping at the side of the tub with her left, she rises herself up, taking hold of his cock with her right. Stoking it, she ensures that he's properly hard before she teases its head over her entrance - and then lowers herself down, to take his length in full with a groan. ]

[ How she's able to take him in, so quickly, yet still feel so tight around him is a wonder. That desire for both pleasure and pain must play into it quite a bit. It's when he's fully encased that he echos her groan, squeezing at her thighs to get her to start her movements. ]

[ It certainly is. Forcing herself to take him in, against the resistance of unprepared muscle, sends a pain through her, piercing that gives way to throbbing. It ignites her senses, makes her so much more sensitive to every movement. She finds herself nearly drunk with pleasure.

As he wordlessly commands, she rises herself up onto trembling legs, onto to drop her weight onto him again. She gasps, gripping tightly at the edges of the tub with eyes tightly shut. ]

[ Enjoying what he sees (and of course what he feels, as well), William coaxes her to rise again with the slightest upward push of his hands against her thighs. As much as he enjoys being in control of her, watching her inflict the pleasure upon herself is more than enticing. A thought crosses his mind as he watches her closely. ]

How often did you touch yourself while thinking of me?

[ And so she does, once more. It's becoming easier each time, wholly apparent in the sweeter moan it draws from her-- even if her voice still carries the faint tremor of pain. ]

Ah-- regularly.

[ Able to begin a steady pace, she rolls her hips just so, ensuring she hits the right spot each time. ]

You c--nn-- couldn't be surprised. How you-- teased me so.

I did no such teasing.

[ Just as it's hitting that sweet spot for her, the force is sending tremors through him. If he were mortal it would surely be painful, but as an angel, pleasure presides. Each roll of her hips has him grunting, as he tries to keep his own body steady. The water in the tub sloshes in waves around them, threatening to spill over the tub's edge.

Still, he's interested in hearing more. ]

What did you imagine?

O-oh, darling. You knew what I liked.

[ Again, her head lulls back with a breathy moan. Sometimes, having control is fun too. William's words certainly help, as well-- his subtle dirty talk! ]

Nn, my favourite? Your-- anger f--. Finally getting the best of you. Physical scoldings... sexual frustration... Fucking me ruthlessly-- . . .

[ Her breath becomes increasingly heated the more she speaks of it, hips falling faster, taking him deeper. They're certainly making a mess of the bathroom floor now. ]

[ He has to take his own steadying breath. The feeling of her tightening around him paired with the blissful look that graces her face with each fall of her hips is doing a wonderful job of testing his self control. ]

Have I been disappointing you with my gentler side, then?

[ With a hasty shake of her head, Grell shifts one hand to grasp at the ledge behind William's head, followed by the other. It allows her to lean forward, forearms atop his shoulders, as she continues to ride his cock. Her hips begin to jolt more erratically, body alight. ]

I-- never thought I'd enjoy it so much, is all.

G-good.

[ He stutters for the first time, the slightly new position somehow rubbing his cock in an even more pleasurable way. Those hands which had been subtly guiding her, now begin to tighten at her hips, and his body can no longer resist thrusting upwards to meet her. ]

Perhaps-- we can make some of those others a reality.

[ Making William cave feels like something of a feat-- but what he does to her is far better. Resting her forehead atop his, she breathes a heady moan, hands having to hold tighter at the tub's edge with how the water sloshes about and compromises her grip. ]

Anything-- you do to me is... perfection.

[ With a hasty kick of his foot, William somehow manages to pop the plug out of the tub drain. The water had begun to feel like it was holding him back, so he impatiently waits for a decent amount to drain before he acts further. The transition will probably be over before Grell can even process it, but he's telaported directly behind her and shoves her body forward against the spot where he'd previously been laying. Then with all his strength, he's reentering her - harsh, rough and deep. ]

[ Thank goodness she'd been gripping onto the tub as she was!

Forehead falling to rest against her hands, the redhead's cries are perhaps noisier than she would have anticipated, with how they reverberate against the tub's basin. She's hardly concerned with what her neighbours will think, though; in fact, she'd be quite content to have them know about the type of relationship she and William share.

The improved stimulation, the addition of his forcefulness, hearing every little thing-- it's driving her dangerously close to the edge, but she continues to rock her hips feverishly, though erratic they may be. ]

[ There's no attempt to keep her quiet, this time. If anything, her cries are aiding in bringing him closer. But that doesn't mean he's slowing down. He grabs two fistfuls of that short hair, pulling hard enough to make her back arch and let him hit that perfect spot. ]

[ The pained shout William receives is tinted with ecstasy, and he coaxes her into climax within moments. Her muscles tense before spasming around him-- a gasp, and then a cascade of mewling little moans as she rides the wave of pleasure. ]

[ He allows her to come down from her high, enjoying every sound he's coaxing out of her. When she's near done, his arms wrap around her chest, pulling her up, flush against his own. The movement of his hips slows, using only short thrusts as he brings himself to cum, as well.

Holding her there for a bit longer, he attempts to catch his breath. ]

[ Grell's head lulls back to rest against him, a hand cupping along his jaw, the other over his neck. Her breath is hot and laboured-- and once he begins to thrust into her, he has her crying softly, over and again. She rolls her hips back against him until he spills over, the sensation leaves her moaning with satisfaction. ]

William...

[ His breath steadying, he plants a kiss to her shoulder before finally pulling back. The tub is fully drained now, but the floor is another matter entirely. Even though they'll be moving soon, he audibly huffs at the mess. ]

You should get ready, now.

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