Apollo Wilde
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His finger continuing its gentle exploration, she sat up to sit beside him, spreading her legs to him. It made it much easier for him to continue what he was doing, and she bit her lower lip, trying to listen to him and force her mind to work to come up with more questions to ask him. His movements were taking a toll on her, and more often than not, her breath left her in short pants.
“Men can do terrible things to women here - is it not the same under the water?” As distracted as she was, she was struggling to imagine people as beautiful as Marius fighting or being cruel to one another. Her thoughts were disturbed again by the feel of his thumb against her clitoris, and she trembled.
“It’s not that I do not like your touch…it undoes me…” she finally whispered as she bucked her hips lightly into his finger. “I worry about not keeping control…I want to feel you so badly.” She looked deep into his eyes, all traces of her blush gone. Maybe it was the fact that the night was fading, that she knew that she would soon be waking up from this dream. Her fingers ran along his slit, along his slowly stiffening cock with more purpose, more certainty. She wouldn’t be the only one receiving now. Not when he continued to do such wonderful things to her.
“Marius, I…” She trailed off, rocking her hips back and forth, in and out of his fingers. Her walls hugged his fingers, tightened on them as she withdrew, taking him in and out of her. Biting her lower lip again, she looked at him, a little nervous. Though she had no real sense of time, she felt odd….that she should be looking around her, to keep track of what was going on around her. “I don’t know how much longer we have…Will you come? Will you visit me again? I want to know more about you, about your world....I want to keep feeling this."
“Men can do terrible things to women here - is it not the same under the water?” As distracted as she was, she was struggling to imagine people as beautiful as Marius fighting or being cruel to one another. Her thoughts were disturbed again by the feel of his thumb against her clitoris, and she trembled.
“It’s not that I do not like your touch…it undoes me…” she finally whispered as she bucked her hips lightly into his finger. “I worry about not keeping control…I want to feel you so badly.” She looked deep into his eyes, all traces of her blush gone. Maybe it was the fact that the night was fading, that she knew that she would soon be waking up from this dream. Her fingers ran along his slit, along his slowly stiffening cock with more purpose, more certainty. She wouldn’t be the only one receiving now. Not when he continued to do such wonderful things to her.
“Marius, I…” She trailed off, rocking her hips back and forth, in and out of his fingers. Her walls hugged his fingers, tightened on them as she withdrew, taking him in and out of her. Biting her lower lip again, she looked at him, a little nervous. Though she had no real sense of time, she felt odd….that she should be looking around her, to keep track of what was going on around her. “I don’t know how much longer we have…Will you come? Will you visit me again? I want to know more about you, about your world....I want to keep feeling this."