Celebrating the Solstice: Part One Who: Locke and Liadan What: Celebrating the Solstice Where: Liadan's room, the dorm showers. When: December 22nd 2009 (Backdated) Rating: R Status: Complete
Back on campus, safe and sound, Liadan smiled at the others as they left, hugging those who would let her and waving at those who wouldn't. Soon, the small crowd had dissipated, leaving only her and Locke left by the Limo and Liadan smiled at the driver, paying him and giving him a generous tip for all that he had done for them. "Thank you for everything~," she said as she handed over the money, clasping his hand in hers for a moment. "It was a lot of fun thanks to you." Waving at him as he pulled off, she finally turned back to Locke, moving back over to him with a happy expression on her face, her eyes dancing. "Did you have fun?" She asked, a teasing edge in her voice.
He looked down into her dark green eyes and beaming expression and couldn't help but smile. He wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him. "I did." He wrapped his other arm around her. "I do." He centered her on the budding swelling in his pants and twitched. "And I still plan to."
Mischief glinted in her eyes, countered only by the lust which darkened her eyes, a deep, yet vibrant green "Who am I to refuse such plans?" She laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned up, her mouth against his ear, heated breath caressing it. "Let's go inside." The invitation was murmured in low tones. "My room's empty." Her tongue slipped past slightly parted lips to trace the curve of his ear, much the way she had in the club.
His grip tensed at the sensual tonging of his ear, but he resisted the shiver. "And my schedule's open." Locke replied, keeping one hand to her waist as he walked her inside. Approaching Liadan's room, Locke took stock of himself. His clothes felt cold and clammy from the sweat freezing on his body due to dancing and the weather and he could only imagine Liadan felt the same. Tonight they had time and he planned to be at his most appealing: cleanliness for dirty fun. "I'm afraid I've worked up quite a lather from dancing, and would much enjoy freshening up." He turned towards the showers, turning to smile cattily over his shoulder. "Care to join me?"
Liadan's eyebrow arched, her weight resting on one leg as she considered if for a moment. Then, she nodded, smiling a mysterious, ethereal smile, still filled with the Lady's grace and her sensuous wiles as she moved, picking up a towel for each of them and her shower bag before her hand pressed lightly against Locke's back, gently urging him forward. "Lead on," she murmured.
Locke led her through the communal showers, empty due to the holidays. He spotted the farthest stall from the doors and made a slow bee-line to it, undressing as he went. He put up his blazer on a random stall. He dropped his shirt on the tiled floor. Shoes and socks were kicked off, but a quarter of the way left. Shrugging his pants off at the door, he looked back at Liadan briefly, grinning and shut the stall. He pulled off his underwear and kicked it under the stall and started the water. "Coming?"
Liadan took a moment while he was undressing to quickly pull what she thought they might need out of the shower bag, only leaving her shoes outside the shower stall. Inside the small alcove, she placed the towels on the raised, tiled bench pulling her hair to one side as she reached up behind her to undo her dress, the fabric falling to her waist to expose her breasts before she shimmied out of the skirt, placing it on the alcove beside the towels. Then, her fingers moved to her underwear, her back to Locke as she bent down to pull the silky material from her body. Turning, she smiled at him, taking the soap and shampoo she had brought to place them in the holder that had been placed on the wall for their use before stepping toward him, her smile deepening as she reached out to stroke a finger over his length, from base to tip, lingering at the head.
The water ran down Locke's scalp, blurring his vision, so he closed his eyes. He could only feel the tantalizing touch of his red-haired maiden on his tumescence. He pushed his elbows against the walls and leaned forward to kiss her, the action sending waves of euphoria rushing into his body, rebounding off of his insides, echoing through his turgidity. He pulled back, cocking his head slightly. His eyes were closed, obscured as they were by his hair and the water, leaving only the smile. He backed deeper into the stall. Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.
Liadan's breath catches at the kiss and again, when he pulls back. Lady, he really was such a gorgeous man. Where he moved, her feet followed and she too was forced to close her eyes as the water rained down upon her, dampening her hair, darkening it as it was soaked through. She almost felt as if she could feel each bead of moisture running over her skin, sensitive to the touch as she stepped forward, opening her eyes despite the water to touch his chest, sliding over smooth skin to feel the muscles beneath.
He took Liadan into his arms and kissed her neck softly. Reaching behind her, he took the body wash and poured it on the loofah, lathering it lightly in his hands and warming it in the water, before massaging it into her back. He spun her slowly, soaping each shoulder, her arms, her chest, moving down to her stomach. Descending to one knee, he raised one of her dainty legs, washing her from cheek to toe, kissing her thigh, knee and foot as the loofah passed it and repeating the gesture with the other foot. Standing once more he drew her in a soft embrace, pressing the loofah into her hand.
Liadan shivered at the treatment, so gentle and yet with a sensuous air that makes her throat tighten as he washes her. She wanted to give herself over to those strong hands and when he pressed the loofah into her hand, she leaned forward to kiss him, tongue and teeth teasing as she soaped his shoulders. Her hand with the loofah moved down his back, soaping every inch of him although she was careful around his cheeks, knowing other men to be wary of being touched there. Reluctantly breaking the kiss, she sank down to her knees, her lips tracing a path down his body, lingering at his stomach as she soaped the backs of his legs, her mouth lazily drifting downward as she reached his feet, glancing up at him for a moment before she washed his feet, allowing her lips to brush against the head of his length, but doing no more than that slight teasing as she soaped the front of him, both legs and then carefully running over his testicles. It's then that she pauses again, leaning forward to press soft kisses to his length, her tongue swiping gently over the beads of water which have gathered there before she soaps his erection lightly, slowly, bringing herself back to her feet to clean his stomach and chest, smiling almost shyly when she's finished. As experienced as she was, she has never done this before.
Locke grants her shyness a confident smile. She's doing fine. He pours the shampoo over her head, massaging her scalp with his strong hands as he works the bubbles through her hair, being careful to keep it out of her eyes and ears. Rinsing it out, Locke gathers her hair into a long rope, ringing it out gently, but firmly, pulling it, and her head with it, back to suck on the top of her ear briefly. Running his hands over her slick body, he turns her towards him, rests his head on her shoulder and holds her under the cascading water.
Liadan can't help the soft moan that escapes her lips, comfortable and satisfied, as he washes her hair. There's something so nice about being taken care of, of having someone help to wash you even though you could do it yourself. A small gasp punctuates the sound of the shower as he sucks on her ear and then she's being turned, pulled close for Locke to rest his head on her shoulder and all she can think about is how nice this is. This intimacy that she's shared with others, but never had returned before. Reaching blindly for the shampoo, her hands curl around it to pour some into her palms, rubbing them together before she pushes him back slightly, out of the water and reaches up to work it into his hair, fingers slowly massaging his scalp as she lathers the soft strands. It's only when she's finished that she pulls back, using one hand to draw him back under the stream of water as her other hand shields his eyes.
Clean and refreshed, Locke took her into his arms once more, relishing the feeling of her skin on his, of the water's pleasant caress, of the fresh scent permeating off of their skin, stopping only as his erection forced them apart, throbbing a constant reminder. Locke shut off the water and swung the stall door open, kissing Liadan's shoulder as he passed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and another around Liadan, holding her like that for a moment, before making to retrieve his clothes.
With a soft exhalation of breath, they part and he's wrapping her up, taking care of her once more. When Locke moves to retrieve his clothing, Liadan gathers the loofah, her soap and shampoo from the shower, drying them off as best she can with her towel before stowing them in her shower bag. Then, she wrings out her hair again, striving to remove all drops of moisture that she can before she picks up her dress, bending down to retrieve her shoes before stepping out of the stall completely, looking to see if he's done gathering his discarded vestments.
Locke dons his blazer and shoes, rolling the rest of his apparel into a small bundle and tucking it under his arm. "Your chamber awaits," he intones as he moves up to hold Liadan's waist with his free hand. He leans in to kiss her, a move that causes his erection to betray him, undoing the towel tied around his waist, causing it to fall to the floor. He looks down, surprised, and laughs. "And it seems my body has reached the limits of it's patience."
Her own towel carefully tucked around her body, Liadan steals another kiss before crouching down to pick up the towel, wrapping it around him once more and carefully securing it in place. "Surely your body can wait until we reach my room?" She says, her tone teasing once more as she raises herself on her toes once more and presses her lips against his cheek before taking his hand and leading him away from the bathroom and back into her dorm room.
Back in her room, Locke throws his blazer across a chair, placing the rest of his endowments on the seat and goes through the process of drying himself off completely and lotioning his skin. Rubbing the cream between his hands to warm it, he moisturized his body and watched Liadan dry her long, wet hair. The blow dryer barely blew her locks back at first, but as her hair became dryer and dryer, it took on a life of its own, windswept and luxurious. Locke was rapt at attention, hypnotized, unaware that he had finished creaming long ago and was slowly stroking only one part of his body and not because it was dry. Locke's arms encircled the smaller woman, lifting and placing her on the bed. He kissed her teasingly at first, tongue playing against hers, teeth nipping at lips, then receded, sliding down her body to her pert nipples, taking them into his mouth.
Liadan allows him to move her, laughing softly as his lips met his, mirth quickly stifled as she pulls him closer, her fingers sliding up over his warm back to hold him close as they kiss, tongues meeting each other in a slick slide. She feels that curling of desire, constantly present since they had danced, rearing its head again, rising within her as her nipples hardened under his ministrations, soft sounds of contentment spiced with desire escaping her lips as her fingers wind into his hair.
Hands grasping for her bosom, he worked back and forth, left and right, giving both nipples equal attention, spinning them with his tongue, running them across his teeth, sucking, prodding, stimulating as he pumped her chest in his hands. Minutes of this and he was satisfied enough to move further down her body, resting at her dripping slit. Fingers still spinning their tricks upon her bust, Locke began to suck on her clit, slowly, gently.
Liadan's head falls back then, a gasp escaping her as her hips shift ever so slightly to press her body more against Locke's lips. Soft shivers course through her, as she reaches above her, pressing her hand flat against the headboard as she moans his name, her clit pulsing in his mouth, matching the skipping of her pulse, her vagina becoming wetter and wetter.
And once the flow increased, Locke entered her with his tongue, probing her moist warmth, striving to know her taste. Her breasts tightened and his hands slowed in response, rolling her nipples between his fingers, almost lazily, but never stopping completely. Her flavour was one of cleanliness and scented lotion, pleasing to his senses and he continued to feast upon her.
Again, Liadan moans, her fingers stroking gently through his hair as she shifts slightly, unable to hide or stop the small movements he draws from her. The sensations are overwhelming, quickly pushing her forward and she closes her eyes, her breath catching as she tries to stop herself from ending it too quickly, wanting to enjoy these feelings for a bit longer.
Locke began to shake his head vigorously, lips vibrating against lips, tongue flicking about her. His right hand reached up to caress her face, finger playing against her lips, while his left came down to stimulate her clit and the surrounding area.
Liadan leaned into the touch, into all touches as Locke touched her. She closed her eyes, rubbing her cheek against his hand, pressing kisses to it before his finger touched her lips and she kissed that too before her tongue curled around the tip, gently massaging that digit as his other fingers and tongue pushed her higher and higher, her hips rising slightly off the bed, soft Gaelic murmurings falling from full lips, secrets whispered against his finger before tongue began to move again, tinged by tiny grazes of teeth.
Her hips raised and he caught her, rising to his knees to prop her up to the extent her legs would propel her so she couldn't escape from his mouth. Holding her torso in place with his forearm, he played at her with his thumb and forefinger, stroking vigorously as he began to suck the juices out of her, his lips creating a seal around hers. His tongue worked endlessly, wiggling arbitrarily inside of her, urging her to climax, demanding her satisfaction.
Her rhythm falters, lips trembling as they kiss his finger and the pleasure rises within her to an almost unbearable point. A quiet, keening sound leaves slightly parted lips as she whispers one word in Gaelic, desperation and need clear in her voice as he pushes her up, up and then over, shudders wracking her body as she calls out his name, moaning loudly as she climaxes.
And upon her arrival, he rocks off his knees into a sitting position, bringing her with him, wrapping both arms around her body as he partakes of her. The pulsing stops, but he does not, slowly sampling her, lapping her full, pink lips as he sits there, throbbing wildly against her back.
Blessed Lady. It's too much. It's too much, but all Liadan can do is surrender to it as she's driven up again, twisting her head back and forth, tangling her hair as she rests upon the sheets and she moans his name, bringing the back of one hand to her mouth as if that would stifle her sounds. She's warm and wet, her juices continuing to flow from the relentless pleasure as her body jerks and she writhes.
He's amused at how much pleasure she's getting out of this, so much so that he denies himself entry, wishing to see how long her elation can continue. Locke works a finger into her, curling it and pulling as he goes, juxtaposing it against his tongue, quieted against her flesh, moving slowly around her sex.
Liadan moans, whispering as he touches her. She has been allowed no time to gather herself, no time to regroup and she shudders around his finger, body tightening around his as she's pushed up again, dizzyingly fast, again getting forced toward that peak.
Immediately, she tightens around him and he works a second finger in, spreading the two and rotating them in separate clockwise circles, as if tracing a figure eight inside her. As his tongue darts in and out, his digits pick up to a dizzying speed, forcing the fluid out of her.
Again she cries out, his fingers bringing her to climax furiously as she cums and cums, fluid soaking his fingers and his mouth, so much so that it drips off of her, sliding down her back as her hips buck and her head twists, fingers tightening around the sheets of her bed until her knuckles are white.
Locke is stunned. He knew she was aroused, but not that she was so close! He didn't even get to insert a third finger, when, like a geyser, she erupted violently. Jaw open, he slips his ring finger in with the other two and keeps his movements quick, not complicated, seeing how far he can take this explosion of euphoria.
Liadan's voice quiets, her eyes shut tightly as he prolongs her orgasm, making it continue as she trembles, but still she wants more, even with her juices dripping down his wrist, even with three fingers inside her, it's not quite enough, not quite what she needs, but she moans regardless. It still feels amazingly good and she shifts her hips slightly, hampered by her position as her body slowly begins to come down, the aftershocks becoming more mild, the contractions around his fingers less frequent and more controlled.
As her convulsions cease, Locke lays her down on the bed. The preceding events amazed him, but his composure is back and he is calm and collected. He returns to pleasuring her orally, enjoying her taste, smiling to himself, knowing he must be frustrating her.
Soft, contented sounds escape Liadan, but despite her contentment, they are also tinged with frustration as Locke's tongue explores her, calmly taking what he wills from her. Her fingers reach down once more to tangle in his hair, trying gently to tug him up so she can take him inside her even as she shifts her hips, unable to stay still while his skilled tongue moves within her.
Locke follows her pull up to her flushed face, kissing her passionately, twitching knot, pulsating between her legs. But he does not enter her. He glides across her lips, both of them, repeatedly, tongue dueling against tongue as his swollen member stimulates her labia, rushing back and forth across its surface. It's almost too much to bear, but he can stand it, knowing she cannot.
Her fingers slide up his back, over his shoulders as she kisses him, putting her all into that action since he will not give into her otherwise. Her lips press heatedly against his, fingers scratching over his shoulders. She wants this, she wants this so badly as she moves her hips, seeking more relief and secretly hoping that he will somehow slide into her. "Ass," The word slips out and despite her frustration, she grins against his lips, pulling him in for another, deep kiss as she bends her knees, allowing her thighs to cradle him.
It's about time. Locke pulls back, looking into her deep, beautiful eyes. "My dear, you need only ask." Reaching down, he guided his cock into her quivering snatch and thrust deeply into the back of her womb, holding it there.
"Is that-" Liadan cut off when he thrust deeply into her, her words cutting off in a groan and she swears under her breath in Gaelic, before she wraps her arms around him, pressing her lips against his lightly. "So?" Her voice is light, breathy as she stays still for a moment, relishing in the feeling. "Feels good," she whispers, leaning up again to kiss him, deeper this time as she moves her hips as much as he'll let her, her inner walls contracting and loosening around him as she seeks to give him the same pleasure that he has given her.
"She talks," he whispers breathlessly, "But can she sing?" Swiveling his hips, he rocks her back and forth, her spasms feeding his gyrations and vice-versa. He sits up with her and turns to hang his legs off the bed, she straddling him still. With the floor as leverage, he holds her thighs down as he bucks into her, amazed at how lubricated she is. Her essence runs down his thighs with every shot, spreading her warmth down his legs, only spurring him on to enter her more fully.
Liadan's only reply is a small, mysterious smile as she moans low in her throat, her breath catching as she strives to keep up with him, her fingers sliding down his back, nails digging in. Then he's moving them and all she can do is moan, letting her head fall back, her shoulders following suit as he bucks into her. Each deep thrust, pulling small, desperate sounds from her as her fingers slide over his stomach, his chest, wanting to touch as much as she wants to be touched. "Blessed Lady..." She whispers, her breathing ragged, pitch rising. "Locke!"
Nameless Thirteenth, whenever she said his name in that manner; it was a spell over him. He held Liadan's hands, locking her fingers in his, and leaned back, closing his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at her; the raw pleasure in her so visible. It was pushing him over the edge. "Oh Gods," he whispered.
She's getting pushed up again, her hands squeezing his as she rides him in time with his thrusts, each one driving him deeper into her body. The lewd sounds of skin against skin echoing throughout the room as her body milks him. She hears him whisper, driving on her desire as she tilts her head back more, using his grip on her to lean back so that he can fit more fully into her.
Her leaning back alarmed him and he opened his eyes to make sure she had not fallen, resulting in him falling into the trap he had foreseen. Head thrown back, breasts glazed in sweat, shimmering in the lamp light, sighs of felicity escaping her sensual frame, he was confounded. "I'm c--" he managed, before loosing himself inside her. His toes curled, squeaking across the slick floor and he clenched his jaw, fighting to maintain focus through his orgasm. He had to continue, sensitive as the climax rendered him, until he was desensitized. If he could pass that, he could last through the night.
Liadan lets out a contented sigh as Locke empties herself inside of her, not having reached her peak, but happy enough with the orgasms which she had already had. She slows her movements with his, matching him as she slumps forward again, smiling down at him. When he had spoken, she had lowered her head to watch him, wanting to see his expression and it is endearing somehow, to watch him right now, her hands squeezing his gently, thumbs running over the side of his hands.
"Should I stop?" She asks softly, still moving slowly, but wanting to make sure, having learned how sensitive men could become after orgasm.
Locke lay there with his eyes closed, mastering himself, when he shot up and kissed her. "Don't you dare." He gripped her ass and picked her up, walking her to the door, pushing her against it and thrusting anew. He tongued her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Don't you fucking dare."
She wraps her legs around him when he picks her up, her arms winding around his neck Then they're against the door and she moans when his tongue touches her ear, long nails digging into his shoulders and raking long lines over them before one hand moves above her head to push against the wall, giving her leverage as she begins to move, again meeting his thrusts, taking him deep inside her, the new angle driving her up all over agian.
Locke used the wall like an extra set of hands to hold up Liadan while his own flew up and down her body, massaging her ass, stroking her hair, rubbing her elbows? He didn't care. He kissed and licked and bit and nipped, a frenzy of passion, aided by the numbness of his hard on. It had never been this easy to maintain rigidity and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity. How could she still be so wet? It was a mystery he was happily lost in.
"Lady," Liadan moaned, unable to stop herself as he ravishes her, her free hand wandering, touching, wanting to know every inch of him before she tugs his head up, her movements rougher than her wont as she kisses him, teeth nipping, tongue lashing against his. "Fuck Locke," she whispers against his lips, breathless and wanton. "I love it... when you... fuck me like this." Each break punctuated by a kiss or a nip.
Locke was captivated. She was salacious and he loved it. "Oh?" He interjected, taking hold of her left hand. He kissed the back of it, then pinned it up above her head. "I haven't fucked you yet." He repeated the sequence with her right and held down both hands with his right. Scooping up her lower half with his left arm, he pounded her against the door. "Now. *SLAM* I'm. *SLAM* Fucking. *SLAM* You. *SLAM*"
Strangled noises of pleasure escaped her with each thrust as she writhed, her head falling back with a cry. Her hands trapped, she was at his mercy as he pounded into her. Wet, squelching sounds punctuating each thrust, carrying them both away in a lewd cadence. Fuck. Fuck. Blessed Lady. Fuck. Liadan swore. In Gaelic, in English, the pleasure visceral and violent as she was carried away, helpless to resist as she tried to move her hips in sync with his.
It was madness. It was mindless. No, maybe that wasn't the right word. Though neither of them were using their minds, there was a symbiosis there, a synergy allowing her to ride him as he plowed her, something in the dark recesses of the brain that paid attention to the body, to the dance of skin and supplanted ideas, no, feelings into him that dictated his motion. That dictated her motion. Their harmony was carnal and unsophisticated, but whether she jackknifed off the wall into him or he slipped on the growing puddle underneath them into her, it was poetry in motion. She babbled in a mishmash of languages, though processes flicking too many switches at once, while he only growled low and throaty. Hungry. For her. For this.
And when she cums, it's vicious. Her orgasm is torn from her as her body clenches around him again, her head twisting from one side to the other as she cries out something, something akin to her name, but her tone makes it a blessing, a curse, an exclamation.
She squeezes on him and he is still numb. Physically he should feel nothing, but her excitement is rising in him. How can she keep doing this to him? He swaps positions with her, never leaving her warmth, but spinning her to face the opposite direction. With his back now against the door and his hands hooked underneath her knees, he continues to drive her, playing this new angle.
Liadan groans, moving her hips as best she can as her hands, now free, reach behind her to curl around the back of his neck as he cultivates that afterglow within her, refusing to let it end. She leans her head back, her tongue tracing the curve of his ear, her teeth nipping at his earlobe as she strives to press herself more against him, always wanting, no, needing more. She has never known that sex could be like this, this long, drawn out process where it only seems to get better and she holds him deep within her, her body reluctantly releasing him only to greedily take him back in with each thrust.
The strain of standing and holding his weight and hers is beginning to take a toll on his lower back so he walks them both back to the bed. Putting her back onto the bed, he sinks slowly into her, her knees tucked under her body raising her ass high in the air, and inhales sharply. The positioning resonates true with something in his body and he stands, pulling Liadan's arms back behind her and fills her with his length, rapid, wet percussion sounding his motive.
A strange, keening cry comes from Liadan as Locke moves her, her body trembling from the treatment she's getting. With each thrust she's filled, her voice becoming jilted with each thrusts, her tender breasts moving in time with then as she turns her hand, stroking his hands clumsily with her fingers as she's fucked mindless, her body welcoming his cock each time it sinks into her.
Liadan's disjunct cries serve only to spur Locke on and he switches from his furious pounding to blinding quick shots, still slightly impaired from garnering the full effect of his efforts. He puts a leg up on the bed to change his angle of entry, breathing hard with exertion.
His name falls from her lips in a litany, only broken by low moans as her body clenches hot and wet around him. It's almost dizzying and she knows she's going to reach her limit soon although Locke shows no signs of stopping. She's already sore, but she bites her lip and pushes past it, wanting to hold out for as long as she can. Even when she has a small orgasm, shivers running through her she keeps going, moving back against him as best she can.
Leaning forward to penetrate her more strongly, the feeling in his penis finally kicking in again, Liadan clenches slightly. It's subtle, but oh so wonderful, causing his raised leg to spasm in glee. And him to lose balance. Thinking quickly, he drops her hands, catching himself on the bed before he crushes her. He looks at his current position, shrugs and continues as ardently as ever, tonguing her ear, sucking on the lobe.
Oh Lady. Fuck. Liadan swears under her breath, turning her head onto it's side,, moaning the words as Locke's tongue plays with her ear, his cock driving deep inside of her. The new position changes the angle and she closes her eyes, soft whimpering sounds beginning to fall from her lips. It;s too much. It's far too much, but at the same time, she doesn't want it to stop so she keeps her eyes squeezed shut, her moans becoming more and more thoroughly interspersed with quiet whimpers as he moves within her aching pussy, her eyes watering from the feeling.
Locke pulls her hips more securely with his, then repositions his hands, keeping one on her shoulder to keep her snug against him and grinds into her. Gods, she's simply quivering. She must be dehydrating, she hasn't stopped dripping. He's getting closer to another orgasm and he relishes the thought: he's earned this one. "Mmm."
Too much. Liadan lets out another whimper, louder this time. She doesn't want to stop, she wants to make him feel good and she tries to keep going, but it's quickly becoming painful as she's rubbed raw and the sounds she makes reflect that. Even though her body still clenches around him, still welcomes him, it's hurting now with each thrust and she groans, whispering his name. Not to keep going, but because she needs to stop.
Tears are streaming down her cheeks now as she bites down into her bottom lip, tasting her own blood and she whimpers again, feeling absolutely horrible for wanting him to stop.
He looks down into her tear filled eyes and stops. "Liadan?" Her moans of extacy became groans of pain, causing him to pull out from her still wet, still grasping pussy. "What's wrong? Did I drop you too hard?"
She shakes her head, reaching up with one hand to wipe at her eyes, frustrated with herself. "It's too much..." She shifts slightly, wincing from even that movement. "I'm sorry, Locke..." The words are whispered as she wipes again at her eyes. "I want to keep going, but... it's too much."
Close. He was close. But if she could go no more, he would not force her. She pushed herself up slightly, her ass pressing against his protuberance, swollen and purple and he shudders. "It's ok." He kisses her back and rocks backwards, leaning on his hands. He can't help but stare at his twitching knot resting on her, demonstrating his need for release. The closeness to climax fades, but doesn't ease his discomfort. "Can you help me?" he whispers.
Still crying a little, Liadan wipes at her face, a thought forming in her mind which only solidifies when he asks her to help him. "I..." Liadan pauses, wiping again at her face. She wants to keep going too, she wants to make him feel good and to feel good herself, but she can't help but be a little nervous about what she's about to suggest. "Locke..." She whispers, turning her head a little so she's looking over her shoulder. "I... don't suppose you're adverse to anal, are you?"
He inhales sharply, his eyes growing wide. Anal? Gods, no, not adverse at all! Anal!? Really? You really want to do this? ANAL!? Yes, Crooked Warden and all his mischievous apostles, YES! He only manages to shake his head quickly before returning to his knees, positioning her ass in front of his face. He'd not thought the night would go in this direction, but such was his glorious luck. Dear Father of Necessary Pretexts, allow your servant the skill to please, the endurance to last, and the mind not to fuck this up. Amen. Still sopping wet, Locke placed a hand near her glowing clit, vibrating the skin near it and only gently as he gave a great lick, beginning from her quivering lips and ending up to her anus, encircling the tight hole with his tongue.
Liadan's body tightened, a shudder running through her as she moved so that her neck could have some support, using her hands to brace herself. She sounds confused at first, the sounds escaping her low, but then his tongue circles her and her eyes widen, body tensing more as pleasure shoots through her. "Locke!" She moans his name, her fingers clenching in the sheets. It feels good. Strange and new, but somewho that only makes it better.
As she grows more accustomed to the feeling, Locke kept his hand moving, ministrations slow and steady as he stimulates her clit timidly. Grabbing a cheek in his other hand, he spreads her wider, making a few more rotations with his tongue, before entering her ass. He winces at first, but she only tastes clean and fresh from the shower, and he begins to take pleasure in his work, flexing his tongue back and forth.
Liadan's eyes squeeze tightly shut again, but this time because of the pleasure as he enters her with his tongue, a low moan rolling musically off of her tongue. Her legs quivering from trying to not push back against him. "Feels good," she murmurs, her voice soft as his tongue moves, sending another shudder through her body from the unfamiliar, but fantastic sensation.
Keeping her well lubricated with his tongue and her abundant flow, Locke believes her ready for something more substantial. He removes his hand from her clit, sucks his index finger and slowly eases it into her anus. Tight. Frighteningly so. Gently penetrating her with the digit, he laps at her sex meekly, still unsure how sore she is.
Lady... Liadan's body clenches around him before she tries to force herself to relax, her body slowly loosening around him as she begins to move against him, her movements slow and hesitant as she attempts to get used to the strange sensations. "Locke," she moans softly, loving the feelings he makes rise within her.
Filling her ass with his tongue and sucking on his finger intermittently, Locke works a second finger in to join the first, slowly spreading them, pulling, kneading, stretching her out. What he plans to replace his fingers with is much thicker than the digit, so he takes his time, relishing the thought.
She hadn't realised the difference between how filled she could feel when you switched orifices. Liadan continues to move her hips, her movements infinitely slow and careful as she takes his fingers into her. A part of her worries that it's going to hurt. The fingers inside her already feel so big, but she still wants to try. A soft sound escapes her, but this time it's one of pure pleasure as a shiver runs through her, causing her body to tighten around his fingers.
Locke moves to three fingers, taking great care to gingerly work the tips in. He sucks her full, pink lips, stirring his hand, taking his time, giving her minutes to become accustomed to the feeling. The suspense is intense and he can't fathom waiting a moment more. "Alright, I'm going in." He rubs his cock on her soaking slit then touches the tip to her anus. "I'll be gentle." Luck. He pushes the head in.
She thinks she'll be okay, but she doesn't realise just how different fingers are from his actual length and she gasps, her breath catching in her throat as her body tightens around him, tensing automatically before she can force herself to relax again. "It's okay..." she whispers when she can catch her breath, shifting her hips slightly. "Keep going."