Make My Voice Brand New [COMPLETED]

In The Palm of Your Hand

Her words fanned out over his mouth as her hand moved away from his face. She reached down, in between them, then her fingers were around his cock again. He tried to steady his breaths, but when he looked down, watching her angle him to her centre, all the air whooshed out of his lungs. She eased her hips down, and he groaned as he felt her envelope him. His head fell back onto the bed, his eyes squeezed shut, as he felt the now familiar coil winding up behind his belly button.

She felt amazing.

She was warm, tight, squeezing around him, setting his body alight. His fingers gripped her hips with such strength that he was sure she would have bruises, but she didn't seem to care. She slowly sank down on him as he let out a string of expletives, sounding foreign on his lips but feeling so right in that moment.

Once he was fully inside her, they were both still for a few seconds. Then her hands slowly slid up to his chest, drawing his focus back to her.

"Are you still okay baby?" She cooed. He almost didn't pick up on the fact that her voice wavered slightly.

"Fuck, yes." He breathed, before finally opening his eyes and looking up at her. She smiled, and leaned down to kiss him. The movement made her walls clench around him briefly and he moaned into her mouth.

She smiled, their lips still brushing over each other, then he felt her move. Her muscles were tensing around him as she slid up, slowly, making his breath shudder out of his mouth as the feeling rippled through his body.

"Fuck, Luka," He moaned loudly, and suddenly as she sunk back down. His hips jerked as his dick throbbed with want, making her feel even tighter. It was all a bit much. Him inside her, her thighs over his hips, her nipples grazing his chest, her lips teasingly close to his as she moved.

"Okay?" She sighed, and he nodded, only just realising that his eyes had been closed the whole time. He struggled to open them, his whole body feeling like it was tensing. When he could finally focus on her, she put her hands on his chest and started pushing herself up. He watched her in awe.

She was fucking beautiful, her naked body stretching above him as her spine straightened, her hair was wild, messy and chaotic as it draped over her shoulders, falling down in strands over her breasts. Her eyes looked blacker than usual, her lips parted, his fingers digging into her waist.

He flexed his fingers and took his hands off, noticing instantly that she had little bruises dotted over her skin.

"Shit, Luka I-" He started to apologise, but she quickly rolled her hips and made his words get cut off by a loud curse. She smiled above him and bit her bottom lip, watching his reaction.

He scrambled to fist the bedsheets beside him, not wanting to bruise her anymore, as her hips started moving to a slow rhythm.

"I'm going to start going a bit faster baby," She panted, her hips doing exactly as she said. He grit his teeth, his body threatening him with his climax, but his brain desperately wanting to hold out a bit longer.

All he could do was mutter all the curse words he knew, switching between gazing up at her and his head flopping back onto the bed and closing his eyes, the feeling overwhelming him completely. He finally couldn't take not touching her anymore, and his hands slid up her thighs, marvelling at how she moved above him.

He swore again when his stomach clenched noticeably. He was so fucking close to finishing. Fuck fuck fuck...

She clearly noticed him gripping her thighs tighter, trying to subtly restrict her movements, because she smiled suddenly and licked her bottom lip.