Bleepings

III: This one's going in...what are they gonna do, stop me?

“Slower,” she pressed against his chest with her open palm as he slowed down. Her hand closed leaving miniscule scratch marks on his breast, the bed rocked as they laid against each other.

Her eyes flickered to the back of her head, her mouth was opened and his lips kissed the area below her eyes. She feels small, tiny, warm, enclosed against his weight as he lays on her.

She's so warm even though the air is low and her breath can be seen. Her arms above her head trying to hold the pillow behind her hair.

Her arms let the pillow go, awkwardly search—”Richard,” she hiccuped. “Stop,” she whispered and hiccuped.

He slowly came to a halt and sat back on his knees, her stomach twitched and her knees quivered trying to force her legs closed. “God,” and then his large hands fell softly against her stomach massaging her hips.

Thumbs along her minute abs slowly wilting with her lack of hero work. “Slowly,” his hands slowed.

Slowing down, “why are your hands so hot,” she squinted up at the ceiling with his hands slowly entangling his.

“Great question,” soft pink lips kiss the side of her mouth, “you're really hot too.” Her powers flicked the air vent on as shivers rocked her body, “you're cold?” She nodded, “you want to go to sleep.” Her hand raised and her sweaty finger laid on his lips.

“Shh,” she whispered and dropped her hand back on her bare stomach. “I love you.” She closed her eyes as wet tears dripped down the side of her face. He smiled.

Rubbing them away, “love you too, Raven.” She wasn't sad, far from it. She wasn't tired. Far from it. She wasn't angry, far from it. She was satisfied. The release was infectious and controlling, her thumbs flick the ends of her breasts. “Again?” She shook her head feeling him take a hold of her.

“Thanks,” she set her palms on his knuckles letting him soothe her aching breasts. “You sucked too hard.” They're sensitive, extra sensitive now.

“You asked me to keep on going.” He retorted softly. “I'll make sure to remind you of the pain before we start—”

“You don't have to.” She opened her eyes, “it doesn't feel uncomfortable, just sensitive.”

“Whatever you say.”

…..she liked it slow, passionate. Mute whispers overtaken by the blaring air conditioner on blast. She liked it how they've always had it. How she invited him to her bed the first time and let him guide her to every small checkpoint.

They made love.

Star though, she wasn't as sensational as Raven, she was okay with slow. Slow is base, slow is to feel everything that happens in the midst of inviting each other to bed. And she loves feeling everything…but…because a but always exists—

“Ah,” she wheezed…she wanted to be handled. Not cradled like his first lover. She wante—he forced her head down, pushing her hotly against the sheets. Sucking at the back of her neck as her toes curl behind them.

It's loud, wild, sporadic movements she'd have no control over. Sometimes her legs would be chained. Other times he'd kiss her shoulders as her legs snatch away his torso.

Other times, she'd be wearing an apro—only an apron in the kitchen inviting him in. “Hnngh,” her tongue slipped out her mouth collecting linen from the sheets she's soon biting down on.

“Shhhh,” he said into her ear while blowing at her skin, she felt her eyes accidentally burning cylinders in his newly replaced bed. “You're moaning,” he kissed her jaw and then leaned back. “Kor,” he mocked, feeling her satisfaction boiling over.