WMMAP - [S2] Shelter You

[NSFW] 55: Divine Intoxication

The sight of Athanasia lying there on the kitchen counter, stripped of everything but his sweatshirt, kindled desperation in Lucas. She looked stunning in it, and it made his heart skip a beat. The way it ascended, exposing her body's contour. Her breasts were scarcely touched by the bra.

How he longed to start ravaging and ravishing her in her raw form, tearing apart the garments.

"You're very pretty... With or without clothes..." Without realizing it, Lucas blurted out in a low whisper what he had meant to keep to himself. "You're too pretty not to fuck..."

Lucas started rutting his hips forward, rubbing her slicked folds on his tip, coating himself with her arousal. His true intentions were evident from the gleam in his wine-colored eyes.

Athanasia's lower body was drawn to the edge of the enormous counter, almost slipping off. Her bottoms landed on his palms. On each of his forearms, her legs dangled.

"Just so you know, I have no problem hearing you moaning my name. Fucking hell... I want to hear you moan my name..." When he muttered those words, his voice sounded a little huskier than she had imagined. "But just this once... Try to keep your voice down... Because your voice is only mine to hear..."

Lucas then eased back a little for the angle. Athanasia flung back her head, her body arched upward, her insides clamped on him, the moment the swollen tip was pressing into her. Her fingers clutched the counter's edges and her eyes were squeezed shut as she did her best to accept his endless girth.

She thrashed a little, but he was only halfway in. The cold air sent her shivering but the warm from her hoodie was just right.

"Lu-Lucas... I'm...! Ngh-! You... Ah-!"

She was not sure if she was still so snug around him or if he had grown larger. His girth was swelling and pulsating, and that was all she could feel.

Lucas peered down at his lover's sweaty face. Seeing her biting down her lips so hard to keep her beautiful symphony at bay tugged his heartstrings in a way that it almost ached.

"Athy..." Surprisingly softly, he called out to her. "Eyes on me..."

He told her, and Athanasia attempted to keep her eyes on him.

"You can take me, right?"

Athanasia nodded, her lips still biting, full-blown scarlet color streaked across her cheeks.

With satisfaction, Lucas grinned. His eyes burst into a brilliant red glitter. He pushed her back onto the counter. His length slipped out of her fold, making her mewl quietly. His rod smacked against his stomach. The snail trail of her slick painted his abs. He dropped her legs and now they were in between his body, spreading for him.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw was a bottle of grape wine he used earlier within the range of his grasp.

"Maybe this will help you," he said, reaching toward the bottle of spirits.

Without a warning, Lucas leaned forward. His length absent-mindedly slid between her sensitive nub. Her body responded back by started bucking against him ever so subtly where he let out a steamy low growl here and there.

When he secured the wine bottle, Lucas tipped his head back. His mouth hung wide, letting liquid touched his tongue. He greedily drank the intoxicated water.

The alcohol stung his throat in a way that he found pleasure in it. The flavor was oddly sweet with lingering bitterness at the end from the fermentation. The aroma lingered in his nose. He was so satisfied that he let out a hiss.

Not very drop of the spirit was devoured. He choked here and there for every time couldn't breathe in properly. Unable to finish the entire glass, the purple liquid trickled down the sides of his lips.

His Adam-apple bobbed as he swallowed and Athanasia watched it all happened.

She longed to lick the faint sheen of sweat that still coated him, mingling with the wine. The thought made the heat in her body pooled near her nether region and she felt like she got wetter. Consequencely, she closed her legs, trying to find friction, but ended up nudging him instead.

Lucas drank no more; Athanasia could hear him choke once more, but he was able to swish the wine with his forearm and lower the bottle.

Seeking her gaze, he attempted. When their eyes made contact, he shot her an almost knowing smile.

"Thirsty, aren't we?" He asked and Athanasia blushed furiously.

She always seemed so innocent at time that he sometimes forgot that she was a someone who hid several books of erotic and explicit genre under her bed - their bed. The things she could have done to him, but chose to play it innocent further. The desire in her eyes were now clouding her mind as she bit her lips in embarrassment.

"You will get your turn. This time, I will allow you to Drink to your fill before I fill you up completely," he added, ignoring the gasp from below.

Lucas went back to take another gulp of the wine. His cheeks hollowed, holding the liquor in his mouth. He bent down. His hardness pressing and rubbing against her stomach and he fought hard not to let the liquid spill from how much he wanted to moan and groan.

His palm found her nape, fingers brushed against her scalp, raising her head off the counter just barely apart. She detected the faintest trace of alcohol. Like a Pavlovian response, the smell and his presence were soothing her.

He looked between her mouth and her eyes, back and forth for he could not speak. When she did not get the message, Lucas pressed his lips against her without open his mouth. In order to get her mouth to split for him, his fingers moved her chin downward. He used his tongue to push out the wine into her mouth and Athanasia immediately drew into him, drinking it all if she was severely dehydrated.

Lucas leaned back, eager to go over this stage, but Athanasia immediately pulled him back. Lucas couldn't help smirking as he pressed his lips against hers again in a series of warm sensation. With a hand raised, he set her face at the exact position he desired, determined to savor every second of this.

As they kissed, a little gasp and groan emerged between them as their bodies moved to follow the friction.

He saw the avarice in her eyes. He then slightly eased his hips back. "Athy, are you ready for more?" Breathlessly, he asked.

A whispered 'Yes' mixed with her gentle gasps made his shaft twitch.

The goal was for her sensitivity to be reduced as her senses were inebriated. Lucas set her back down on the counter. He hoisted one of her legs onto his shoulder this time.

Grasping his length with his other hand, he slipped his head within her folds. She moaned almost without restrain and that was Lucas' cue.

"Let's get this over with and fuck in our room after," Lucas grunted out, his thumbs massaging her hips soothingly.

He wasted no time and hilted her on the first thrust.