[ More than that he likes the way she feels when gasping for him, leaning down to run a hand around her hip and seek out her clit too. His hand bumps hers, finding the soft bulge of himself low in her navel, and that draws out a low noise of satisfaction; he tangles their fingers together so they both feel it as he fucks her, kisses spreading over Jester's shoulders. It won't be long for him, holding out feels like sweet torture. ]
[Her head hangs downward, forehead pressed to her forearm as she bears down on him. Grounded by their hands tangled together at her abdomen, Jester lets herself chase down her pleasure, letting everything else fade to the background. She lets out a strangled moan in response to his question, guiding their linked hands lower.]
Close, I'm close, I just need— [She stutters out a gasp, spine feeling liquid, so close she can nearly taste it—] Touch me, please!
[ His fingers slip down from hers and he rubs at her clit insistently, smearing around come and sweat from before to get her wound tighter than ever. Fjord buries a loud groan in the back of her neck as his thrusts lose their rhythm and start to pound to the hilt each time, purely wanting to fuck her as all thoughts otherwise fade away. ]
Jessie, Jes ...
[ His sharp gasp heralds his second orgasm as he comes but he keeps touching her throughout, spilling inside the grip of her cunt so that it drips down her thighs and dirties her up once again. Good, is all he can think. I want to mark her.
His tusks nip at a blue shoulder, securing a groan there. ]
[It's her name, slipping out of his lips; it's his fingers rubbing over her swollen clit, it's the tusks nipping at her skin and it's the mess running down her thighs. All of it comes together in one sharp, perfect moment of bliss, her second orgasm hitting her like the broad side of a battle axe.]
Fuck, fuck! [Her whole body tenses, every muscle tightening, milking every last drop of come from him, before she lets go and lets her body spasm uselessly, wracked by her own orgasm, face pressed into the mattress. Exhausted.]
[ As she comes he feels it and it draws out another long groan against her skin, petting her thigh and ass as she spasms around his cock. A soft Fuck mouths against a shoulder as they collapse forward on the bed, Fjord braced on his arms so he doesn't crush her, still buried inside her heat as the dazed afterglow washes over him. Maybe thirty seconds later, once they have caught their breath, he starts kissing along her back and finally eases out, a gasp catching in his throat with the spill of his own come leaving her too. ]
[It takes a while for Jester to come back to herself; her brain sort of whites out for a minute or two while her body comes back down, still shuddering every now and again. When she feels him pull out, her head turns to the side and she moans weakly at the sensation, tail flopping useless against the mattress.]
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[ More than that he likes the way she feels when gasping for him, leaning down to run a hand around her hip and seek out her clit too. His hand bumps hers, finding the soft bulge of himself low in her navel, and that draws out a low noise of satisfaction; he tangles their fingers together so they both feel it as he fucks her, kisses spreading over Jester's shoulders. It won't be long for him, holding out feels like sweet torture. ]
How close are you, sweetheart?
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Close, I'm close, I just need— [She stutters out a gasp, spine feeling liquid, so close she can nearly taste it—] Touch me, please!
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Jessie, Jes ...
[ His sharp gasp heralds his second orgasm as he comes but he keeps touching her throughout, spilling inside the grip of her cunt so that it drips down her thighs and dirties her up once again. Good, is all he can think. I want to mark her.
His tusks nip at a blue shoulder, securing a groan there. ]
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Fuck, fuck! [Her whole body tenses, every muscle tightening, milking every last drop of come from him, before she lets go and lets her body spasm uselessly, wracked by her own orgasm, face pressed into the mattress. Exhausted.]
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Jes ... Holy shit.
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Yeah. Holy shit. You were incredible!
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[ He drops down beside her, sleepy and exhausted, but not so much that he doesn't brush her hair out of her face with gentle fingers. ]
You okay?
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More than okay. I am definitely going to need a bath, though.
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[ If he can ... keep his eyes open ... ! ]
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[Watch her as she falls the fuck asleep. This is his fault for fucking the absolute life out of her.]