Anonymous asked:"That's good, that's very good, babydoll." I press deep within you, groaning as I feel my head rubbing against your cervix. I look down at you, studying you. A small smile curls my lips. "Do you like that I'm finding pleasure in your body?" -JM
Another gasp escapes at feeling you pressed so deeply. I return the smile, blissful. I move one of my feet to stroke yours. “I love it. It makes me feel even better, knowing.” An indulgent sigh. “Especially hearing you say it.” I lick my lips as I gaze up at you.
Anonymous asked:My nose traces your jaw as I slow my hips down and begin to pull back, languid and gentle in my actions. I squeeze your hand and press back in, just as slow. "Ung, /god/, Fay. You have no idea how /delectable/ it is to feel every fold inside you slipping past me, /rubbing/ against me." I nip at your neck. -JM
“Aaah-nnn.” Words start to fail me, as you move. With each of your touches, I gasp and moan, getting louder each time. I twist my face, trying to catch your lips. “It feels really good, Jim. So good.” I murmur against you.
Anonymous asked:I suck in a breath, eyes rolling up. And then with a growl I'm rolling us over, looming above you. "Touch yourself." I thrust, shallow, with my hips, grinding into you. -JM
I’m slightly disoriented by the flip, but enjoying it immensely. “Yes, sir.” I manage before devolving into mewls. My right hand snakes down to my groin, as the other tangles with yours.
Anonymous asked:Locking our fingers together, I steady you. "Don't push up with your arms. Rock up on your knees, slowly." I lick my lips, head tilting. "Unless you'd rather I take the reins again." -JM
“That’s rather what I meant by ‘Take me’, Love. I would have thought you didn’t need telling twice.” I smile down at you. “Now, are you going to make me scream like you promised, or am I going to have to get creative?” For emphasis, I twist pelvis in a figure eight-like motion.
Anonymous asked:I read your face as I arch up a bit into your nails, nipples tingling as they grow hard. "You feel /divine/." I pet your back, humming. "You're warm and wet and I can /feel/ you. Oh, babydoll..." My nails scratch along your thighs, feeling the need to move in some way or form. -JM
“Nn… Good. Very… good.” It takes more effort than I’d like to move that first time, my body quivering as I push myself up, and nearly giving out on the way down. I take your hands in mine, moving them behind me to grasp. “Help me.” I take a breath, before whispering to you. “Take me. Please.”
Anonymous asked:I chuckle, eyes half-lidded. "Well, then let's take it slow. It's not the hymen that hurts the most, it's that your muscles have never done anything before." It feels delightful and wet and warm, but I keep myself still, except my hands. They run up and down your sides, nails gently scraping at your skin. I'm calming myself with the petting motions, and hoping to keep you calm as well. -JM
I huff quietly. “Slow, right.” I slip down a few more centimeters, and surreptitiously rippling my pelvic muscles, just as I’d taught myself to prepare. I lift back up, then let gravity bring me down farther. I continue until we’re flush against each other, and I can feel the heat radiating from beneath your skin. I can feel the flush on my face as I realize… you’re inside me. I feel full, complete. “Jim?” Wanting to ask how it feels for you, to be buried inside me, but unsure how to phrase it. Instead, I run my nails down your chest, circling each nipple.
Anonymous asked:My lips press into yours, stubbled chin scratchy. "I know you're not sure of yourself," I mumble against your lips, "But you'll have a better time on top, going at your speed." I carefully roll us over, hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into them. -JM
I’m shaking slightly, so I put my own hand to your shoulders for balance, muttering something along the lines of “I don’t have a ‘speed’ Jim.” I steel myself, raising my hips and then lowering them onto yours. It’s awkward at first, all burning stretch and hot skin, and then my hymen breaks. I stop everything, not daring to breathe, to speak, to scream. Tears spring to my eyes, but don’t quite fall.
Finally, I gasp for air as the pain ebbs. My hands had clenched on your shoulders, so I let go, leaving them there, but no longer grasping. I resume my slow decent onto your penis, a little more quickly, now that the worst is presumably over.
Anonymous asked:"Alright." I press my forehead to yours, eyes locked together. "It's going to hurt." One hand supporting myself, I reach the other between us to line us up, pressing into you slowly. "Pleasure yourself. It'll ease the pain." -JM
“I know.” I can already feel the stretch of your entrance, so I reach down to circle my clitoris. It’s distracting, pleasant, hazy.
Anonymous asked:I groan and it comes out sounding suspiciously like, "Uuunf." Pressing between your thighs, I rub the head of my penis over your vagina, eyes rolling back at just how good it feels. "Oh, /babydoll/." I bite your bottom lip gently, sucking on it, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Condom or no?" -JM
I mewl as you move against me, rubbing our cheeks together. My face heats up at your question, and I find myself mumbling. “No. Please, Jim?”
Anonymous asked:I grin, lazy. I pull my fingers from you, licking them clean as I shuck off my pants, revealing all of myself. A tremor traces itself down my spine as I drink you in. "Babydoll, I'm going to make you /scream/." -JM
I’m startled by the sudden… emptiness. I watch as you strip the last pieces of clothing off, admiring the view properly. “Well, you’ve certainly got quite a promising start, Jim, dear.” I smile and draw you close for a deep kiss.
My mind clears a bit, just enough clarity to form a response. “Yes. I- I think so.”
Anonymous asked:"Now /that's/ what I like to hear, doll." I nip my way to your other hip and bite it a little too harshly, soothing the pain with my tongue. A third finger is gently pressed in, and I mumble, "Take your top off, luv," into your stomach. -JM
I open my mouth to respond, but all that emerges is another shrill noise, followed by a moan. As your third finger enters, I shakily comply with your order. I manage to lift the top above my breasts, and then squirm to get it over my head. I fling it off to the side, panting audibly.
Anonymous asked:"Fay," I murmur back. I move my mouth back up to your hip, stubble scratching against your skin as my teeth catch on your hipbone. -JM
My eyes fly open, staring unseeing at the ceiling. I shriek, reaching a higher pitch than before, my hips bucking uncontrollably, sending your fingers far deeper inside me. I can no longer distinguish what is pain or pleasure through the strange fog in my mind.
Anonymous asked:I look up at you, watching you. I stretch you with a second finger, sucking lightly on your clitoris at the same time. -JM
I can feel you watching me, so I struggle to keep my eyes open. As the second finger enters, I lose that battle, and my eyes fall shut. All I can do is gasp for air with my head pushing back against the mattress. “Jim…”
Anonymous asked:Tongue moving over your clitoris, my left hand presses a finger into you, slowly, gently. I'm mindful of your hymen, mindful of the pain, for pain isn't for the first time. My right hand reaches up and slithers under your negligee, cupping a breast and rolling my thumb over your nipple. -JM
Taking a deep breath, trying to stay relaxed. Letting you distract me seemed to help. So I move, just barely, up into your right hand.