thedispatch | Forgiven

[ 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.

[ Smiling, she hums happily at his display of affection. ]

I'll need to clean myself up, first. [ And immediately realising what he's huffing over, leans a bit over the tub to look - despite the fact that she won't exactly see the mess without her glasses. ] And perhaps put down some towels...

[ Stepping out of the tub, his nose scrunches up slightly at the cold water hitting his warmed feet. ]

Do you have enough?

[ He's asking despite already making his way to the linen closet to grab what he can. ]

Oh yes.

[ Turning on the water once more, her voice raises to carry over it. ]

I had quite a bit of hair, and little time to do laundry. So, there should be plenty.

[ Wow, that certainly is a lot of towels. And unsurprisingly, they are all deep, blood red. He grabs three of the larger ones and walks back over to begin draping them across the floor. ]

I may have to do our laundry after lunch. I don't believe I have any outfits left.

That's really all you had?

[ Grell seems a bit perplexed by this, brows furrowing while she busies herself with washing down her abdomen and thighs-- and then, back up to her more intimate areas. ]

Yes. I don't own nearly as much as you do.

[ He looks to her, with the intention of giving her a glare, but instead just focuses on her washing herself. ]

[ Good timing on his part, as she inserts her fingers into herself to scoop out his cum. Her breath becomes more shallow, free hand gripping at the tub's edge. ]

You-- should have more than three day's worth.

[ It's an interesting sight, to be sure. One many might find off putting. But, for some reason, William's enticed by it. ]

I wasn't given much time to prepare for coming here.

[ Thank goodness. He is responsible for it, after all!

With him watching so intently, Grell works more diligently than she otherwise might. She fingers herself slowly, deeply-- but it's only heating her back up, and they certainly don't have time for that..! ]

We will just-... have to fix that this weekend.

[ Realizing they really shouldn't think of going at it again, just now, William gaze shifts back to her eyes. It's only for a moment, then he's refocusing on the task at hand. There's plenty of time for that later, after all.

The mess on the floor having been dealt with, for the moment, William moves to dry himself off, instead. A quick rub down and he's knotting the oversized towel around his waist. He checks his face in the slightly fogged mirror, noting how obvious it's become that he hasn't shaved in a few days. ]

I take it you have a razor?

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