It had been a long week, an exciting week, but a long week nonetheless. Rough play, hot sex and showing herself off. When they hadn't been in bed, he'd wanted her in front of the camera. At least it seemed that way to her as she replayed the events in her mind. There was only one thing they hadn't done.
She rolled over onto her side, leaning over him. He smiled at her and stretched up for a kiss.
She lowered her head and kissed him. "Can I make a request?"
"I want you. I want you slow and soft and sweet."
He looked at her. She tapped her fingers on his chest, counting off the beats to keep her anxiety at bay. One, two, three, four ...
"Sweet?" He hummed as he brushed her hair back from her face.
She nodded, and looked away from him. Her face flushed red and hot. She wanted to crawl off the bed and retreat to the bathroom.
His slid his hand from her hair down her body, cupping her breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple. His eyes intent on her face, watching her eyes get wider and darker. He bent his head and kissed her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue moved in slow circles around it, until she had tipped her head back and let out a low moan. Then he let go and moved to her right breast and gave it the same attention.
"How am I doing?" he asked. His voice was hoarse.
She brought her attention back to him, focusing her eyes on his. A sharp intake of breath and then she managed to squeak out, "Good."
He smiled, putting his arm around her. He eased her onto her back, lifting his body over hers. He kissed her softly, his tongue sweeping her mouth.
She arched her body up to his, wanting to feel him inside. Her pussy was throbbing as she rubbed against him.
Reaching a hand between them, he pushed her hips down. "Not yet."
She whimpered and pushing up harder. He pulled back from her and looked at her sharply. Then she withdrew. "You always were too impatient," he muttered. He moved his body down and kissed between her breasts. Then down further, tracing his path with hot kisses.
He stopped and kissed both of her hips. His warm hands pressed on her inner thighs and moved them apart. He kissed each thigh in turn.
She trembled with anticipation, raising her head so she could look at him. He met her eyes and shook his head. "Lay back and relax. Enjoy."
She thought about arguing. She wanted to watch. But she gave in, laying down, she tried to reach out and touch his hair to have a connection with him, but she couldn't reach him.
He leaned his face in and kissed her heated center. Her desire was evident in the aroma wafting from her pussy. He couldn't believe he'd spent a whole week fucking her raw and hadn't once stopped to smell her, to taste her. He licked his lips in anticipation.
With soft fingers, he spread her pussy lips.
When his hot tongue hit her body she lifted her hips. She thought she was going to fly off the bed and he had barely touched her.
Without removing his mouth from her, he reached up with one hand and pressed her hips back down. He lapped at her between the folds of her labia.
He moaned softly into her, as he felt more fluid seep out of her body.
He held her down with one hand, the other spreading her pussy lips further. He licked at her clit, making her twist and cry out.
His hot tongue continued it's gentle lapping at her. She felt the heat rising in her body, from her toes to the tip of her head and out her fingers. She thought she might be on fire. She felt a deep pressure starting in her belly. Something more intense then she had felt all week.
She squeezed her muscles together, hoping to stave off the inevitable, hoping to slow down. But, his tongue knew just where to touch her and moments later her body was tensing and relaxing. She twisted her body, crying out his name over and over.
He held her hips down on the bed, continuing to suck on her pussy, until the waves of her orgasm stopped coming.
He moved up her body and kissed her deeply. "Sweet enough?"
"Oh god, I need to fuck you," she murmured.
He smiled at her, but didn't move.
"Please, I need to feel you inside me."
"Slow, remember?" he said, moving his body over hers.
He eased his cock into her. The entire time he had spent with her, she hadn't ever felt this wet and open. He moved his hips slowly. He tried to prolong the experience as she had asked. But, her reaction and how good her pussy felt, pulling him deeper inside, he couldn't go slowly. He was soon thrusting hard into her, almost pounding against her. He strained to go deeper, so he could find release.
He arched his back and gave a cry as he came inside of her. A few more thrusts and he was spent. He released his arms and let his body fall onto of hers.
"That was perfect," she said softly. She wrapped her arms around him, closing her eyes, wishing she could stay like this forever.
This is likely a preview to my Nanowrimo 07, Mack and Lucy. It hasn't been decided yet. But it was inspired by completly different events rather than NaNoWriMo.