Untouched Gold / Tywin Lannister / Avalon Targaryen (1)

30. Naughty Purgatory

 Tywin's words fall in rhythm with each thrust, the noises coming from her fueling him. She doesn't know it yet, but he was only getting started.

Euphoria. That's what this is. Bliss. Elation. Call it whatever you want. Avalon couldnt get enough of Tywin Lannister. His eyes roamed her body, from her breasts bouncing to her eyes and back down to where their bodies connect. She watched his expression as he watches himself slide in and out of her. 

Her hands still grasping the bed, she began to push back harder against him, their bodies colliding in rhythm at the exact right moments. His movements were so smooth and deliberate like he knows her body better than she did. Maybe he did. She swore she didn't know anything anymore, especially not in this fuzzy drunken-like state of mind. The delicious sensation that began to build earlier is starting again, like a little volcano deep in her belly. And, as if on cue, Tywin's lips begin to curl into a devilish grin. See. He knows her body.

"Don't worry, love," he whispered. "I won't stop this time." His words actually brought her a lot of relief, as she didn't think she could survive being deprived again.

She closed her eyes as she felt his hand slide from her hip to her tit. He rubbed his thumb in a circle around her nipple, barely grazing the sensitive flesh. Then, without warning, he pinches it between his fingertips.

"Oh my gods," Avalon said, barely able to get the words out. Everything he did was pure magic. He pinched again, squeezing and twisting, as her body writhed beneath his touch. Then, his index finger trailed down her sternum and past her belly button. She opened her eyes to find him still watching her face. Their eyes connect and neither of them looked away. There's hunger in his gaze, something carnal. But beyond that, there's intimacy as well.

"Are you going to come for me, Avalon?" he asked. Yes. Absolutely, yes. She had never wanted to do anything more.

"Yes." She nodded to him. "Yes," Avalon repeated again a plea on her lips for more. His thumb pressed against her clit, swirling in circles at the same pace he slides in and out of her. Avalon's breath caught in her chest as she squeezed the frame of the bed harder. It's almost too much. Almost. Her body is riding the line somewhere between heaven and hell, suspended in some kind of naughty purgatory. His pace quickens as he drops one leg from his back, then the other. She instinctively wrapped them around him, pulling him into her. Tywin's breathing became ragged as small groans escape him. His lips coming down on her again.

"Let go," he said softly. So that's exactly what she did. Avalon didn't break eye contact with him as he brought her body to the edge and pushed it over. Blinding fireworks are all Avalon could see for the next several seconds as her body shuddered and flailed like it's trying to rip itself apart from the inside. Avalon collapsed further into the mattress, her muscles no longer tense or rigid. She was melted ice cream on a hot summer day. A pile of feathers you could blow into the wind with a single puff.

"You can't rest yet, love," he said. "I'm not done." Using her legs as leverage, he flipped her to one side, rolling her over to her stomach as he pulled her to her knees. It's such a quick transition, seamless and commanding. Tywin had a way of being politely dominant if such a thing existed. He rubbed his dick against her, from her clit all the way back. Then he was inside her again, thrusting so hard he gripped her tighter to keep her in place. After several more thrusts, Tywin's body crashed against her, his body shaking as he came she felt it.

"Fuck," he groaned out, the expletive slipping from his mouth as he exhales.

Then, he rolled to his side, pulling Avalon with him. In an instant, their naked bodies twisted together as he held her close. Both of them lay still, gripping one another tightly and panting to catch their breaths. She was exhausted and charged at the same time, her body letting her know it could fall asleep or do that again.

"Are you okay love?" Tywin asked, his mouth close to her ear. His breath tickled her skin.

"I'm fantastic," Avalon told him happily. "You?"

"I'm wonderful, my queen," he answered. Avalon looked at him as his hand traced along her. She sense his smile as he spoke, causing her to smile.

It wasnt a surprise to either of them that Avalon was pregnant again. Not with their bedroom habits.  

Cersei had some good news of her own. She was pregnant too.