I don’t expect her to stay still and let me continue touching her, but she does. She’s slowly soaked my hand, ready for whatever I give her and I do. Stoking her clit a few more times, she finally stirs, but doesn’t wake. I need more. I need to be inside of her. I push her panties to the side; the bruised curve of her ass on perfect display for me as I slide the head of my cock back and forth over her wet entrance. Blair still doesn’t wake. With reverence and care, I slowly slide myself inside of her. She’s so wet and warm for me. It’s like she was made for me, for whatever I give her, she’smine.
My arm wraps around her chest, holding her tightly as I slowly fuck her. I’m in no rush for this to end any time soon. I never want to leave this bed. It’s warm and safe and nothing is in here that can hurt her. Hurt us.
I tweak her pierced nipple between my thumb and forefinger and hum in approval as her pussy clenches around me. I hear a rush of air and Blair’s breathing picks up.
“Dax?” she says it so quietly.
“It’s me,” I say, not stalling my thrusts, still long and deep, enjoying her.
“I missed you,” she says, her arm clamping down on my own, her nails digging into my forearm.
“I missed you too, babe.”
We stay like this; me fucking her tenderly with devotion, her grabbing my arm and pushing her ass against my pelvis. Her eyes are closed. I know she’s awake but still tired.
“Do you want to come, little witch?”
“Please, Dax.”
I pull out and she whines slightly at the movement. Placing her on her back, I look at her bright pink eyes and smile, pushing her hair out of her face before grabbing her cheeks and kissing her frantically. I’m breathless and overwhelmed by emotion when our lips part, her eyes still pink as I enter her again. She has a small smile on her face, and it’s like tension is leaving her body as my lips and hands touch her reverently. This time, rocking my pelvis hard against her clit.
She still seems out of it and groggy, the friction not doing enough for her.
“You got any toys, babe?”
She haphazardly points to the nightstand. I sadly have to pull out again to lean over and open the drawer. She’s got quite the haul in here, lots of things I hope to explore in the future. But right now, I find what I want. A small pink bullet. I test the settings and it seems like my girl charged it.How fortuitous.
Placing myself in between her creamy thighs, I hold myself up on my shins as I begin to fuck her and hold the bullet against her clit.
“Holy shit,” she moans. Her back arching off the bed, one of her hands clutches the bedspread under us, the other grips hard around my wrist. She moves me so that the bullet is right where it needs to be.
I feel and hear her getting wetter, the obscene sounds of our copulation urging me to go faster. I watch as my dick becomes wetter with every thrust. “So fucking wet for me, pet. Are you going to come for daddy?”
“Yes, gods, you feel so good.”
“No gods here, little witch, just your demon.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I feel you come around my cock. Even then, I might not stop.”
I turn the setting up even higher, the buzz of the toy loud in the room. Her grip on my wrist tightens, her head thrashing back as her pussy begins to milk me. Sending me over the edge. I keep the toy on her over sensitive clit as I fuck her with no mercy, showing her what she does to me, that she’s mine, that she needs to take better care of what belongs to me.
She nearly screams in my ear as I come, the sensation of the toy and how hard I was fucking her too much. We’re both panting when I look her in the face. She gives me a sleepy smile and holds her arms out at me. Not mad, not scared, but with want. This smaller, more fragile witch, who has been through who knows what, wants to comfort me. When is the last time I felt or desired comfort for myself?
I lie down, my head on her soft breasts, arms wrapped around her waist as her small arms wrap around my head. This,thiswas what I needed.
Clanging of pans is what wakes me up, my face pressed against the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. I kiss them delicately and there’s a soft giggle above me. I can’t help it when I pull back and smile at her.
“What time is it?”
“Around nine, I think,” she says. “Do you want to shower before breakfast?” I nod my head. I feel disgusting after the past couple of days. My feet hit the hardwood floor and I walk to the shower first. I can see in the mirror that Blair is watching my ass as I move.
“Are you watching or joining, little witch?”
“Both,” she says, walking behind me and slapping my ass. She turns the spray of the shower on, holding out her palm to test the temperature. The shower is small, but it will do: a simple glass shower with white tile, a toilet and a small vanity covered in products. “Is everything okay with Asmo?”
“Yes, we found him. He’s with Kas.”
