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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I found my words, and managed to say, «When I go, you go.»
«I would soak your body in all the pleasure it could take,» he said, voice full of the strain of all that control.
Jason said, «We don't have time to give Anita all the pleasure she can take, Requiem. Jean-Claude needs us.»
Requiem nodded, but never changed his rhythm, that relentless gentle thrusting in and out, over and over that spot just inside my body.
«God, you're good,» I whispered.
His hands convulsed on the car, so that it creaked under his strength. «If I get to go when you do, then I must let go of some of my control, or I will still be fighting my body.»
«Can you keep doing this until I go?»
«Yes,» he whispered it.
It built, and built, and built, and then came the stroke of his body inside me that spilled me over. It brought me screaming, digging nails into the leather of the seat. It bucked my body against his, and he thrust deep inside me, as hard and fast as he could. He brought me again with that deep thrust, a different kind of orgasm, before the first had finished. I raked nails down his sides, and screamed.
The pain didn't make him come again as it did sometimes for Nathaniel, or even Micah. He took it, but he was done, and the pain didn't change that.
He drew himself out of me, and even that was a wondrous sensation that made me writhe on the seats. Someone touched my face and the ardeur jumped to him. I smelled wolf and knew it was Jason before I saw his face.
He swallowed hard, voice breathy. «You're feeling better.»
I nodded.
«No offense, but we need you fed and all of us back inside, as soon as possible.»
«Yes,» I said, and my voice was hoarse.
«If we double up, you feed faster, and we're done faster.»
I frowned at him, part postorgasmic haze, part the rising ardeur , and part just me. «What?»
Nathaniel appeared over his shoulder, and touched my hand. The ardeur leaped to him, but it had taken touch for it to transfer. My powers were still weak. «I want you to go down on me while the ardeur rides you.»
I began to have a clue. «And what will Jason be doing while I'm going down on you?»
«Fucking you,» Nathaniel said.
Jason tried to look embarrassed, but never quite managed it. He finally grinned at me. «You want me to be all gentlemanly about it.»
I shook my head. «I want you to fuck me.
I found my words, and managed to say, «When I go, you go.»
«I would soak your body in all the pleasure it could take,» he said, voice full of the strain of all that control.
Jason said, «We don't have time to give Anita all the pleasure she can take, Requiem. Jean-Claude needs us.»
Requiem nodded, but never changed his rhythm, that relentless gentle thrusting in and out, over and over that spot just inside my body.
«God, you're good,» I whispered.
His hands convulsed on the car, so that it creaked under his strength. «If I get to go when you do, then I must let go of some of my control, or I will still be fighting my body.»
«Can you keep doing this until I go?»
«Yes,» he whispered it.
It built, and built, and built, and then came the stroke of his body inside me that spilled me over. It brought me screaming, digging nails into the leather of the seat. It bucked my body against his, and he thrust deep inside me, as hard and fast as he could. He brought me again with that deep thrust, a different kind of orgasm, before the first had finished. I raked nails down his sides, and screamed.
The pain didn't make him come again as it did sometimes for Nathaniel, or even Micah. He took it, but he was done, and the pain didn't change that.
He drew himself out of me, and even that was a wondrous sensation that made me writhe on the seats. Someone touched my face and the ardeur jumped to him. I smelled wolf and knew it was Jason before I saw his face.
He swallowed hard, voice breathy. «You're feeling better.»
I nodded.
«No offense, but we need you fed and all of us back inside, as soon as possible.»
«Yes,» I said, and my voice was hoarse.
«If we double up, you feed faster, and we're done faster.»
I frowned at him, part postorgasmic haze, part the rising ardeur , and part just me. «What?»
Nathaniel appeared over his shoulder, and touched my hand. The ardeur leaped to him, but it had taken touch for it to transfer. My powers were still weak. «I want you to go down on me while the ardeur rides you.»
I began to have a clue. «And what will Jason be doing while I'm going down on you?»
«Fucking you,» Nathaniel said.
Jason tried to look embarrassed, but never quite managed it. He finally grinned at me. «You want me to be all gentlemanly about it.»
I shook my head. «I want you to fuck me.