“Now that was a very good way for you to say good morning.” With kisses to my cheek, then down to my neck, Corrin growls like a damn bear before nipping at my earlobe. “Want to come back tomorrow and do it again?”
“Only if you will cuddle and keep me warm again,” I purr back. “You were toasty and all snuggly when I woke up.”
“I think we can work something out.” There is another nip at my ear before he shifts his chin into my shoulder and licks the column of my neck.
“So what are you gonna do with me now?” I can’t help but push my hips and butt up into his groin. I keep feeling his cock pulsing against my thigh and I want more of it . . . so, so bad.
“Do you want something, álainn? Is there something you need?” Corrin ruts his hips into my ass.
“Well, before you so rudely interrupted me,” Stretching my arms out straight in front of me under the pillows, I press my palms to the bottom of the headboard, hands flat, and use the little leverage to give his hips a small nudge back. “I was enjoying myself. But someone had to take my new toy away.”
“Your new toy?” Corrin shifts me again so I am up on my hands and knees again, with him bracketing me with his entire form as he kisses across the curve of my shoulders. “Is that all my cock is to you? Do you want to play with it again?”
“Oh, yes please.” I seem to no longer have any shame in my begging game. I’m desperate. I need it. I need his cock inside me and I will do whatever it takes to get it.
The rutting continues for a minute until Corrin, using his knees, spreads my legs apart and opens my center to him. His heatdisappears from my back, but his hands never stop touching me for long. They glide up the back of my shirt, then down my spine, over the sides of my hips, then slide down the front of my thighs. His left hand travels over my center to reacquaint his fingers with my wet folds, while the right hand meets his cock and I feel the back of it press into my butt cheek as he feeds his length into where I need him more than anything I’ve ever needed before.
“That what you wanted, mo mhuirnín?” he grunts each word with a thrust, like he’s trying to give each set of letters its own exclamation point.
“Yes.” Each of my breaths is a short pant of air.
“You wanted my cock so bad that you ambushed me in my sleep. Were you that needy? Was your pussy hungry for me?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Here I go again. No control of how loud I am shouting, falling deeper and deeper into my pleasure. I can’t help it. He ruins me, robbing me of any decorum or manners I may normally have. “I need it. I need it. I need it. YES!”
“It’s all yours, Saylor,” I can hear the words through his gritted teeth. “Take me like that again and I will worship you until the sun goes down and rises again. All. Night. Long.”
“But it’s morning.” Somehow a little of my sass breaks through the fog slowly sweeping over my thoughts. I have always been proud of my spunk and tenacity, so I’m glad it still appears even when I have no power over it.
Slap!
“Ooo!” I yelp.
Slap! Slap! He does it again—twice!
“That naughty mouth.” Slap! “The things it does to me. Makes me so fucking hard.”
My butt cheeks are on fire. Two slaps on each side and I feel like I sat on a rack of hot coals. The sting doesn’t last long with Corrin’s hands on the same spots he ignited, so just as fast as the pain hit, it is replaced with an ache deep in my belly. Every thrust of his hips, every smack of his skin hitting mine, every slide of his cock in and out of me, the exhilaration builds. If the rapture happened now, I wouldn’t care one fucking bit as long as it left me connected to this man. I’ll go straight to hell, no trip through the pearly gates for inspection needed, I’m right where I want to be until my dying day.
“Are you ready to come for me?” Corrin growls as I swear his thrusts seem to accelerate in speed. “Is your pussy going to suck all the cum out of my cock?”
My walls are fluttering all around him. He has this magic sense where he seems to know how roll his hips at just the right angle and press into me in just the right way. I feel myself barreling to the very edge of nirvana at a speed I’ve not quite hit before, no stop or reprieve in sight.
My fingers grip the fitted sheet, wishing I could touch him, but touching him would require him to stop what he is doing to me and I definitely don’t want that to happen. I want to scratch my nails down his back, or wrap my legs around his hips, or pull his head to mine so I could kiss his lips and scream into him as he continues to fuck me out into the universe where there is no beginning or end.
It's rough and harsh, but not painful or malicious. Corrin is aggressive and strong, but not in a rude or unkind way toward me. He seems to know how to handle me, even after only knowing each other less than a day.
He’s kind, but stern. Hard, but selectively restrained. Serious, but soft.
“I need to come.” My words barely pass my lips at a discernable volume. “I want to come.”
“My pussy is so tight,” Corrin grunts get even deeper, “so, so tight for me.”
“I need to come.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You can come for me when I say you’re ready.”
“Noooo,” I cry out. I can’t stop now. His cock is doing too much to my insides to pause the train mid-track. “Corrin, pleeeease—”
