helpless~

Part 3

         He runs his hands over you, in no hurry. This time he worships you; he treats you like a queen. Daveed memorises every dip and curve. He runs his hands all down your body now. It seems like an eternity before he reaches the place you need him to be. His fingers touch your clit hesitantly at first, but he moves faster as you let out whimpers and gasps of pleasure. "You like that?" he asks, grinning, obviously pleased with the reactions he's regaining from you. 
        "Oh God, yes..." you cut yourself off with a moan when a finger enters you. It's seconds before he finds the spot that has you begging for more and plunging into his hand. Then it's joined by another, and you wince at the stretch but never stop the stream of noises and incoherent curses leaving your mouth. 
          "So wet... I think you're ready, doll," He retracts his fingers and guides you onto your back. He's above you, now; knees braced on either side of you. You're still shaking, but he's still giving you soothing touches. Every time you look at him you find yourself reassured, somehow. It reminds you that all he wants tonight is to make you feel as special as he thinks you are. "I'll be gentle, I promise," Daveed motions and kisses your forehead. Then he's pushing in, as slow as he promised. He watches you carefully, ready to pull out at the first sign that you're in pain. Your eyes are shut tight as you try to ignore the slight stretch. "Hey, look at me." He tilts your chin up and you look at him. He's absolutely bewitching like this, towering over you, beautiful eyes gleaming and full of an intoxicating combination of adoration and desire. "Are you okay?" 
       "Yes," you say. He takes this as his cue to slide in fully, evoking a pained whimper from you. Immediately he's planting quick, sloppy kisses to your neck, muttering apologies and promises about how good it's going to feel. You're not sure if you believe him until he starts to move. Somehow he's managed to reach a place you never knew existed, and each time he rubs against it, you're overcome with such an intense want for him. You moan out loud, shamefully loud, and he grins against your skin. Heat spreads over you, radiating from every point where your body connects with his. He keeps making all these wonderful, sensual noises- groans and breathy "oh fuck"s and meaningless praise. The slow roll of his hips is driving you mad with pleasure, to the point where you're almost delirious. 
        "God you're perfect," He groans. You try to respond, but you're so overwhelmed by a throbbing need and the heavenly drag of his cock in and out of you that you can't manage more than frantic panting. You're quivering beneath him, consumed with unfamiliar feelings and a fire that keeps threatening to break loose in your body. Unfathomable ecstasy washes over you when he finds your clit again, rubbing it to the beat of his thrusts. "I want you to let is all go, cum for me, beautiful," he purrs. 
       So you do, you just want to please him, he needs to get what he wants after you've kept this secret from him. It's everything you thought it would be- heaven, paradise, a high you know you could never get from any drug. Your release triggers his, and you watch his face contort in ecstasy. 
          Still, in a haze, you untangle yourselves. He pulls you close to him, your back against his chest. Both of you are sweaty and practically burning up from your previous activities, but you don't mind at all. "That was... amazing. You're marvellous," He mutters, and begins playing with your hair.
          "You're not too bad yourself." You giggle, weakened from your adventure. 
            "I love you so much, you know that, right?" You turn to face him and he props himself up on an elbow. 
            "Of course I do. I love you, too," you say, and you mean it. He smiles and pecks you on the lips. 
             "I Feel bad about those tights, though..."