Control The Uncontrollable // The Acolyte

47. Talk You Through It

"Tell me, what felt good?" He whispered.

His tone was so gentle, the shame of what you felt on the inside almost vanished. You didn't know why you felt this way, like every time you touched Qimir you were wrong. Maybe it was your conscious warning you, reminding you of what a dangerous man he was, but your heart told you an entirely different story. Your heart couldn't get enough, you wanted him.

"I liked feeling you," the words felt heavy on your lips.

"What of me, did you like feeling?" His hands were brushing through your hair.

"I liked feeling your... length against my part," You couldn't even say the words. Qimir smirked by your innocence, and pure honesty.

"How did you feel it?" His question made you think for a short second.

"When I moved," You answered.

He lifted your chin up.

"Then just do that," He whispered.

His hands fell onto your thighs, as he watched your eyes flicker at his words. He could sense some doubt in you, but you were quick to dismiss it. Slowly you began to move your hips against his crotch to both of yours pleasure. Even though it wasn't  your skin touching, he was beyond thrilled to finally feel you again, and not just some fantasy he would have at night. He could feel himself tighten by your glorious moves. Your hand on his chest formed into a fist, you were working so hard for him.

"Is it okay if my hands, move up like this," Qimir asked, moving his hands further up your thighs.

You nodded in approval.

"And if I lifted your skirt, would you be okay with that?" He asked.

Again you nodded. He noticed that you liked it when he asked, or explained what was happening. This, all of this, was still very new to you. Everyone liked to be talked through things when you were anxious or perhaps even nervous. Qimir on the other hand liked talking to you. He lifted your skirt so it was resting on your tummy, He couldn't stop himself from letting his eyes wander to your undergarments.

Ah, you were already wet. The damp of your pleasure visible to see.  He could feel himself tense simply by looking at how your hips moved. Back and forth. The garments you wore were thin, painfully thin. He could feel how your folds embraced him. He shut his eyes in enjoyment. His hands assisting your every move. Then it began, the choir of moans from your lips.

"You like how it feels?" He asked.

You nodded, desperate for more.

"I want to lift your top up, is that okay?" He asked.

You nodded again, trusting his every decision. Qimir began to lift your top off, and slowly to his pleasure, your perky breast came to display. They moved so gracefully with your body, jumping and teasing. Suddenly, you pushed Qimir back down on the mattress, in what seemed like an urge of emotions. Qimir did not complain. The view from here were even better.

He let his hand move up your waist, helping you speed up. Then his other hand couldn't stop himself from touching your jumping breasts. He could already hear you moan from his touch. His fingers began to play with your nipples, oh they were ice-cold for him. Perfectly perky.

"Please help me, I'm so close," You whimpered, your folds beginning to get swollen by all the friction.

"Okay, listen to me, you're doing real good, I'm just going to remove some of the fabric," He whispered, explaining his every mood. You nodded, desperate to try something new. He pulled down his pants, leaving him in his undergarments. You could see his length sticking out of the garments, just as swollen as you.

You lifted your hips up, just to reposition yourself for a second, when you felt Qimir's fingers pushing your undergarments to the side, so he could see your beautiful wet pussy. You looked sceptical for a second, but were desperate enough to not question it. You placed yourself at the top of his length and god. It felt so much better without your fabric on. You began to move fast, and you could feel the direct warmth of  his length on you.

"It's so good," you moaned desperately like a child. You were unbearably close, and so was he.

Laying underneath you, he couldn't help but feel like the words luckiest man. You slowed down, as you began to truly move slowly up and down his length. Cozy moans of pleausre escaping your innocent lips. You were dripping for him, and the two of you were so incredibly close. He let his hand, rest on your thigh, before he lets himself feel how wet your undergarments were from him. He gently pressed your clit, not even moving, as he could feel you cum.

"Qimir," you moaned tiredly.

Ah, he could feel himself cum at the sight of your explosion dripping onto him.

What a unique creature you were.