Romance Test

Ra/upture

Since the point of all this enterprise is to give Emilia writing material, she's definitely getting the bang for her buck, as they say in American telly series. Or should we say, the bounce for an ounce? The man is built - and endowed - accordingly; and the feeling of his cock sliding into her is palpable. And then he starts to move. He's supporting himself on his elbows, and each motion is long and deep.

Emilia arrives at a staggering realisation: she likes shag.

Bewildering, innit? Now that she's experiencing sex in its pure form - just the physical sensations, unobscured by any sort of an emotional narrative - she can definitely say, she's into it. Oates is heavy; his body is scorching; and he, as the cliché goes, knows what he's doing. He's also somehow guessing what feels good to her - maybe, by her breathing, or by the noises she makes - and he adjusts his angle accordingly. There's also some sort of a delicious twist to the smooth, rolling movements of his hips. And then he shifts forward, thrusting deeper and rougher, pushing her backside up, making her arch her back - and she can't hold back a loud moan, and then about a dozen more. She slides her hands on the bed, and then grips fistfuls of his sheet, steadying herself - and perks her bottom up. He growls. This isn't a platitude from one of her books. He - probably - bares his teeth, and emits a long rumbly sound, born in his throat, and then vibrating in his mouth.

"More?" he grits out. "More?"

Emilia is too far gone to wonder if it's dirty talk or something else, and what it is she's supposed to answer.

"Yes," she breathes out. ""Please, yes..."

She feels him shift, bending down, and then his breath brushes at her ear.

"Tell me."

"What?" she asks, confused.

His large palm strokes her waist. "Tell me what to do."

What can surely serve as an indication of how much Emilia is enjoying this is the fact that she decides any sort of analysis, considerations, and insecurities can get on their bike! She's willing to try pretty much anything to ensure that he continues creating this pelvic magic of his!

She squeezes her eyes closed, and exhales, "Move."

He rocks his hips, ever so slightly; and his lips skim her shoulder.

"More?" he asks again.

She'd properly start questioning it - she's clearly missing something - but the thing is, Emilia has been a good student and has been diligent with her homework. She's bought the toys Mistress Eva suggested; she's been watching videos; she read articles - and she practised. She's familiarised herself with her body; she's tried to figure out what works for her - and about ten minutes ago, she found out that the penis of one Daniel Oates, in a lowered doggy style position, hits exactly the spot Emilia has discovered with the help of her new friend of the rabbit variety. And it turns out that Oates does it better. Emilia inhales and gathers her courage.

"Move more," she whispers.

He obliges - and it's brilliant! And then he pauses again. Emilia makes a distressed noise. As skeptical as she was, even she can't deny anymore that she might have been heading towards her first orgasm with a real human male - and she might even prefer a cock to a bunny, all innuendos intended.

And just before he rises on his straight arms - Emilia susses out that that's why he's stopped, just a second too late - she barks, "Do it!"

He chuckles behind her, before her embarrassment kicks in, and runs the tips of his fingers from her waist, along her spine, and into the hair at the back of her head. Emilia shudders - and incidentally squeezes his cock inside her. He rumbles low in his throat.