After Glitter Puke .... - Gilded Cage

His hands ran over her back. Pulled her back against him hard. He was grinding his hips against her. Then he moved again. Almost pulling fully away from her before entering her again. He growled softly. Leaning close so that he could scrape his teeth in a bite over her ribs.

A shiver ran through her as he did so, starting to pull her knees under her to help her tilt her hips better for him, pushing back against each of his thrusts, and a arch to make it easier if he wanted to nip he could. A guttural cry from him pushing all the way in, and she whispered - then he heard by his ear - "more"

His teeth scraped against her again. He bit her sharply this time. His hands ran over her back. Then down to her hips again. Pulling him against her while he thrust hard into her. He was letting his strength leak through again. He growled again. Always watching her to make sure he didn't hurt her. His pace began to speed up.

A bark of surprise he got from his bite, but he could feel her natural resistance as his strength increases, her cries of pleasure sounding she is keeping her head turned, so he can hear her wail like a bitch in heat, arching into him, and she is in no pain as he continues harder n faster.

Lifting a little more, arching again, and he could feel her tightening as he does so.

It felt so good to just let go. To just thrust into her slick tightness without restraint. He growled again. It was a sound of pleasure and almost animalistic in nature. His hips rolled to grind against hers while he continued to use his strength to thrust hard into her. He was panting. A harsh sound of pleasure while he turned his head and bit her again. The bite was a little more gentle. But it was still a bite.

Her hips rolled to meet his thrusts, her vocals were raw, passionate, and also animalistic. The bite got an accented sound, a clenching on him, and her body was again vibrating while he worked her.

A shiver ran through him. He growled again against the flesh of hers that he had trapped. His thrusts sped up even more. She could feel him swelling within her again. Could feel it as he started to shudder behind her. He groaned loudly. Reached up with one hand to tangle in her hair. Pulling her head back and up for even more leverage to thrust his hips hard against hers.

Upon pulling her hair, or was it the spot he hit with the added leverage, and she let out the note/growl/pure tone; her body crashed into, around, and for a moment he was sure she passed out from the pure pleasure of it. As her body shakes, the primal sounds stay and she can't release the almost death like grip on him, that he keeps thrusting through.

He pressed hard into her. Pressed his hips to hers. He leaned close to bite into her shoulder. Growling loudly against her. He shuddered with his own waves of pleasure. One arm slipped around her stomach while he panted against her.

With an unsteady touch she wrapped arm around the one he was holding her stomach with, the other slowly let go of the now ripped bed spread, and she tried to stop her hips from still pressing tightly into him, and with a hoarse voice "Jim?" was all she could get out and another wave crashed through her.

His mouth slowly let go of her shoulder. Kissed the flesh he had been biting. Another shudder of pleasure ran through him. The hand on her stomach brushed a light thumb over her there. He groaned softly again. "Yeah darlin?"

Hearing his voice she relaxes "Good?" shivering under him as another wash runs through her.

He rolled over. Pulled her against his chest. Still inside of her. His hand brushed her stomach again. "No." He smiled and kissed her shoulder. "Fantastic darlin." He chuckled softly. "Magnificent."

A soft sultry chuckle sounded from her, "asombroso hermoso", as English was failing her, placing her hand on his on her stomach, her other hand on her own breast, a gently head rub against his chest, and another soft shiver through her. Tightening again on him, as a soft sound of pleasure sounds from her again.

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when she tightened on him. His hand on her stomach pulled her closer. He groaned softly against him. He nipped at her shoulder again. "Ya okay darlin? Didn't hurt ya this time?"

Taking a deep breath "No," focusing on English "feels good" then softer "really good".

The hand on her belly slid upward. Cupped one of her breasts. Squeezed it gently. He groaned against her neck with another gentle kiss. "Good. I like ta make ya feel good."

He could feel the smile even if he couldn't see it "You've succeeded." as English finally returns to her. Another quick shudder, "Very good."

He chuckled. Then he rested his forehead against her shoulder. He took a deep breath. Kissed her shoulderblade. "Ya spoil me."

"I think we spoil each other." very softly said. Gently squeezing him again, with a sharp intake of breath "Move or you'll get me going again." barely above a whisper.

He sighed softly. Then slid away from her. Slid out of her. And quick as a flash he moved again. Slid right back into her. He nibbled her shoulder. "Is that what ya meant?" he asked quietly. He smiled and nipped her neck. "Or ya want me ta slide outta ya an' stay that way?"

Rocking into him again "Too late, you better stay or I'll get all emo." with a rich musical laughter "you pick next positon, I've requested the one's I KNOW I adore, and we only made it to what 6?" with another rich laugh.

He laughed. Then rolled over again. Pulling her on top of him. Her back to him so she was facing his feet. "This one's my favorite darlin." He ran his hands over her smooth back. Pressed his hips into hers. His hand tangled into her hair. "Somethin' about tha way a woman moves in this position is amazin' ta watch."

She purred softly as he ran a hand over her back, with a happy growl, she started to move up and down on him. For someone who said she couldn't dance, it wasn't from lack of rhythm while she rode him steady, not painfully slow, but enjoying him, and not just "giving a show".

Looking over her shoulder at him, then leaning back so he can cup her breasts and play with her rather sensitive nipples.

His hands slid over her waist. He groaned softly. But this time it had a different note to it. It sounded somehow more lustful. His hands roamed up to cup her breasts. To gently roll her nipples through his fingers. His hips pressed against hers. It was almost like he was watching some sort of show from the sounds he was making. And a damn good show at that.