WMMAP - [S2] Shelter You

[NSFW] 50: Show Me

Ezekiel found himself shuddered at the firm command. A shiver ran down his spine and blood down his groin and he was half-hard and ready to perform again.

"Then, I shall get you ready..." He whispered, showing no sign of eagerness, he sat up and surged toward her.

His lips pressed so deep into hers, slow and heated. His gentle pecks, tender and exploratory, gradually evolved into something more fervent and consuming. It elicited a quiet, gasping noise from her throat. Without breaking the kiss, he snaked his hands into her shirt and unclasped her bra with the speed of practice. Her pants pushed down.

The softness of his hand lit the skin beneath them, finding its way to her panties, drenched, he noticed, and pulling them down along with the rest of her clothes. His fingers slipped them off completely and skillfully.

He pulled away, kissing a trail down her neck to her collarbone before going back up. His hot breaths ghosted over her skin, his nose tickled her cheek, before going up to her ear.

"Do you want me down there?"

Jennette swallowed thickly, and the warmth from his proximity spread like wildfire. She shook her head and looked the other way, lower lip bitten and Ezekiel chuckled at her reaction. He weighed her down, his large hands gently pressed her back to the mattress. The hand below brushed over her thighs, sending a shiver down her spine.

"How did I forget that you can be loud," he spoke aloud, in a hushed whisper.

Sitting on the side, Ezekiel let his legs hang down the floor. He laid his body on top, grinding with hers to keep warm. He palmed her face, the coldness from the gold ring glazed her smooth skin as he kissed the corner of her lips tenderly.

"Did I always seem to lose my mind whenever I am with you? Hmm? My Dearest?"

Ezekiel did not wait for an answer as he wasted no time, inserting one digit inside of her. Jennette jolted at the sudden intrusion, her legs automatically closed as she squirmed. Once he started, a surprised cry left her lips. He didn't stop entirely and shallowly kept his finger inserted. He knew if he stopped, it would hurt her ego as well.

Yet he asked, voice full of concerned as he kept working on her, "Are you alright, My Dear?"

"Ye-Ah-!" Jennette stuttered. "I'm fine... Ngh- Just keep going... Go deeper...!"

"I know you can take me..."

His knuckles disappeared further and further inward in the process. His long fingers parted her folds and gently added another finger, pushing deeper into her feeling every inch of her wrap tightly around his fingers. She gasped loudly in response which was soon suppressed by a huge palm on her mouth. Her eyes squinted shut, feeling herself losing control from the touch.

"Hush now," his voice came out a tad assertive as he continued to finger her at a steady speed. Then he softened up, whispering encourgingly to her ear, "You can take me, Jennette... You can..."

As she grew adjusted, Jennette found herself craving for more as she kept raising and falling to match his rhythm. The way her legs trembled and her hips rocked back in subtle little movements made him pick up the pace which left Jennette frantically clawing both of his upper back.

Her fingernails were raking his skin raw, without a doubt, leaving trails of mark. If that wasn't enough, her teeth sank on his palm that was covering her mouth and Ezekiel hissed out in pain. The saltiness of the sweat stung the gashed skin on his back, yet it spiked his excitement which eventually made him laugh softly to her ear.

He continued to move and curl his fingers within her, gauging her reaction to every stroke. Her nectar practically soaked his hand. It was slick, and his eyes fell on as the wetness dripped down onto the sheets.