Thinking of You (Continued) - Creator's Workshop

Now he became truly cruel. His fingers brushed over her, lightly stroking that little bundle of nerves as his hips pressed into her again and again. Hard and powerful, so that she could feel each and every inch of him taking her. Again and again, giving her absolutely no respite at all. One hand still holding her down, holding her firm -- he wasn't letting her go. Not now. She was so close, he could tell.

"Now beg me."

He was leaning up enough to look at her, to look into her eyes. He saw the need, saw the frustration in them. But he saw more there: he saw her pleasure. The need for him to give himself to her, to have him take control of her, of his pleasure as well as hers. She had pushed, had begged for him to do this. Did she still want it? He would find out later. For now, he wanted to hear that sweet voice, those sweet sounds begging him to let her come.

Oh, that was cruel, specially when she was already lingering on the edge, forcing herself to keep from falling over it because she wanted to hear those words from him, wanted his consent... She didn't want to disappoint, not now. Not when he was giving her the most perfect thing she'd ever experienced.

She gasped, the sound getting caught in her throat as she bit her lip hard, forcing her eyes to stay looked with his even if it was very much a struggle to do just that. The look in those bright blue eyes of hers pleading him, as she'd surrendered body, mind and soul to him at this point, pleading to be allowed to let go. Each brush of his fingers causing her to tremble, each thrust of his hips against her causing her to moan.

To speak, to even have the power of mind to form the words, was more than a little bit difficult and eventually nothing but a weak whisper between the sobs of pleasure and frustration. Her fangs still visible behind her lips.
"Please... Medwyn... please let me.. l-let me come..." Teddy pleaded, those few words all she could manage with that last sob as another stream of tears flowed down her flushed cheeks.

He kissed her first. Brushing his lips hungrily against hers, though there was no slowing of his hips or his fingers against her. Still taking her with long, powerful strokes, his fingers brushing lightly over that little bundle of nerves, he pulled away just enough to smile at her...

"Come for me."

Three little words, a growled answer near her ear. A little growl before he scraped his teeth over her earlobe, giving her the permission that she seemed to need and crave so very badly.

She gave in the moment he spoke those words for her. Her eyes closing tight as she leaned her head back with a soft cry, feeling how her entire body tensed and flexed under the power of the climax that hit her harder than she'd ever felt before. And it was... it was unlike anything she had ever felt, and unlike anything he had ever felt from her as she writhed and moaned and simply sobbed, overwhelmed by it all and unable to keep anything back as the sensations and pleasure flooded her system.

Still completely at his mercy, of that there could be no doubt the blond struggled against his hold while she cried out again, felt the climax that had just hit her moments before hit her again and stealing her breath, her voice. Her body doing everything in it's power it would seem to throw him over the edge with her as it trembled from the force of her second climax so soon after her first.

Oh God, it was enough to make her scream really. Had she had the breath for it. That state of primal ecstasy an entirely new experience through and through as she tremble and shook in his arms.

It was enough. Her reaction, the sight and the sound and the scent of her was enough to send him over that edge. With a groan, let her reactions carry him away with her, on those waves of pleasure that gripped her. While she cried out and trembled and sobbed in her pleasure, he matched her, sound for sound, shiver for shiver. He nipped at her shoulder, then at her lip -- not interrupting her cries at all -- but enough to let her know that he was still there, still very much above her and letting her know he was still there.

She seemed to need that, need the reassurance that he was still there with her even though she was more or less just lost to everything but the pleasure at this point as she continued to sob and write in his arms. Her fingers flexing as he held her hands, still pinned to the bed as the whimpers and the sobs slowly, ever so slowly, turned to low moans as she seemed to catch her breath. Sure, it was unneeded, but you still needed the air to speak, to make sound.

Through the haze of pleasure she could sense him, his touches, his warmth and his sounds. And she needed them, she seemed to soak it up as she arched her back again and used her legs around him to pull him tighter against her, the trembling still very much present as she had no will or desire to try to control it. Hell, control? Control was way out of her reach still, and truth to be told, she didn't want it.

Instead, she moaned his name under her breath as another soft stream of crimson tears eased down her cheeks. Soft pink lips parting in a long lingering moan.

Oh God he felt so good.

Now that the wicked torment was over, his hands turned gentle. They let go of her wrists so that she could touch him if she wanted, his free hand sliding up to brush the tears from her eyes. Slowly and gently, he kissed her, his lips moving gently over hers. And when he spoke? His voice was quiet and gentle as the rest of him, having had his moment of sadistic triumph, he was once again the sweet German that he knew. "Are you all right, Teddy?"

Slowly, still trembling, she moved her arms around him and when she did, it was to press her fingers against his skin as she held onto his shoulder while the other hand found his hair and closed into a trembling little fist that held him close.
"Medwyn..." the blond in his arms was whispering, her voice still carrying that soft little whimpering tone that told him she was still riding the waves of lingering pleasure as her lips sought his in a hungry, needy kiss. Desperately needing to be touched and held it would seem, to feel him and taste him. "Oh God that was.... " she drew her breath with another soft sound of her pleasure and kissed him again, hard and passionate despite seemingly drained of strength. Her voice but a murmur against his lip. "amazing... y-you... I've never felt like this..."

His arms slipped around her. He could feel her need, the need to be held, caressed. And he would give her that, his mouth right there as she pressed her lips to his. He was breathing hard now, letting her see his pleasure and his own loss of control. He'd held it together by sheer will alone earlier, and that showed, too. "And how do you feel?" he asked, softly. Seriously. He wasn't making fun of her -- he honestly wanted to know.

"I-I don't have the words..." she whispered, trembling arms still holding him as her lips brushed against his, though they no longer possessed the strength to even hold on tightly. Right now, all they could do was rest, wrapped around him while the fingers in his hair turned gentle.
"Free..." Teddy whimpered. A strange answer perhaps given that he'd held her down and controlled every moment. "I feel free..." because she'd never been able to give in like that before. Never known the pleasure that lay in a surrender so complete and utter.

He, however, had no such troubles with strength. He held her, his arms around her as he caressed her cheek, her face. Lightly brushing his lips over hers, he met her eyes again. He looked concerned... but he looked happy. "I was afraid that I had hurt you... when you started to cry..."

"You didn't hurt me... I-I'm sorry... I had trouble trying to hold them back when you made me feel so wonderful.." the still blushing blond in his arms smiled gently, meeting the brush of his lips with soft kisses. "I won't let it happen again..." she said softly, as if she could truly control that if he ever did that to her a second time. But, she'd try.
She didn't want him to worry after all. Specially not when all he'd done was bring her pleasure, made her feel wanted and needed.

He smiled at her, trailing gentle kisses over her mouth and cheeks. "No, it's all right. But we should probably come up with a way for you to tell me if I do start to hurt you. Something that we'll both recognize."

Both hands was allowed to brush over his back, across his shoulders and up the back of his neck to allow her fingers to entwine in his hair. A soft, content sigh escaping her lips at the touch of his kisses which had her eyes drifting shut in her pleasure.
"If you worry...." then yes, they could come up with something. Though she honestly wasn't worried. Then again, she wasn't him and obviously still high on the euphoric pleasure that still softly coursed through her body.

He looked at her and nodded. "I do worry. Something will be needed. At least for situations like this."

"Alright..." she said softly, opening her eyes to gaze up at him again, meeting his eyes.

He smiled, seeing that the matter was, for the moment, settled. "Good. We'll come up with something."

The blond smiled up at him, lifting her head off the pillow just enough to press her lips to his with a low sigh.
"Thank you... I've never felt like this..." no one was likely to ever make her feel like that either, though... she didn't say that out loud, not just yet. "You're good to me.." she whispered with a lingering smile against his lips.

He smiled. "You deserve someone to treat you well."

"I've found that someone I think" the blond smiled at him, really truly smiled as gentle hands brushed over his shoulders and through his hair again.

He looked at her with a smile. "You think I treat you well?"

"You do" she said with a small nod of her head. "And you make me smile. And laugh. You bring me pleasure I've never felt before" Teddy brushed her fingers slowly across his cheek.

The words she most of all wanted to speak were forced back...

"You're very good to me"

He smiled, brushing a kiss over her fingers as she touched him. "Thank you. I try. I don't actually want to hurt you."

There was a lingering warmth to her cheeks that briefly blushed a bit more as he brushed that kiss over her fingers.
"I know..." she whispered with a smile. "I know you don't want to hurt me..."

He laughed. "Well, I should rephrase. I want to hurt you, I just don't want to damage you."