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Earlier that morning you told him you had to run some errands, pick up a few items you saw online that were available at the store, maybe grab a coffee while you were at it. But there stood out a word he wasn’t used to hearing from you: alone.
He didn’t like it when you left him –not that he was defenseless, God knows he isn’t– but he wanted to be with you, preferably all the time. Honestly, he felt the best when he was next to you. Yet you promised him you needed to go alone, that it was for a good reason: your birthday was coming close and you wanted to treat yourself a little bit. He insisted even more on tagging along; he could carry your bags, hold your stuff while you tried on clothes, pay for your stuff, anything.
You shut him down at every turn. You mentioned something about a surprise for him, so he stood back, watching you disappear behind the glass doors.
When you left he kept fumbling, walking in circles trying to think up an answer as to why you didn’t want him there. Were you tired of him? He knew he could be too much sometimes, he would get it if that was the case.
But as soon as your lover saw you walk through the elevator doors with the various shopping bags in hand, he understood you had called it right; he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if you were trying on lingerie.
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He kept looking at your bags –full to the brim with various sets of lingerie– then back at you. You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched under his sweatpants, already excited to see you wear them. Any of them would suffice.
That would not be the case, though. Well, at least it would not be the main event.
“Is… Is it not too big for you?” Bob pulled out a –very expensive, mind you– babydoll set from the shopping bag you just brought into his room.
“Well, it might be too big if it was meant for me,” You grabbed the bag, emptying the contents over his bed. Various sets he was yet to see were now scattered over his blankets. Both your gazes roamed all over your stash. Satin, lace, tulle, velvet and silk glinted under the light of his bedside lamp. “Fortunately, I think they’ll fit you like a glove”
The saleswoman that helped you pick the outfits was sharp, there was something to her gaze that let you know of her experience selling lingerie. She asked who you were buying for, if it was a special occasion. “It’s for my girlfriend,” you said “She’s shy, so I came here to get something cute for her”. The lady only nodded, ready to guide you through your options. Corsets or bras? Lace or silk? Maybe some cotton? Thongs or panties? Are we thinking red or black?
You picked out mainly light-toned colors that you considered would compliment his face and body structure the most. The yellow babydoll was your second favorite, the pastel blue lace set was a close contender. Ah, don’t forget the matching garterbelt and stockings –they were the hardest to find in his size.
He was standing next to you, babydoll still in his hands. He kept fumbling the fabric between his fingers, too shy to ask if you were serious.
You saw the way he looked at the clothes and then back at you, half expecting you to start laughing, to tell him to man-up. Never would you dare do something like that. You noticed him yearning for a chance to be more vulnerable since long ago, he just didn’t know it was a possibility to do it like this.
It had always been a possibility, you just gave him the push. You saw potential, your pretty girl looking back at you. He smiled, nodding at you to come closer. It didn’t matter that he was wearing the blue, long sleeved sweatshirt he always wore. He needed to see how beautiful he would look wearing what you bought for him.
You held a sheer bra to his chest, extending it over his ribcage. The under wire framed his pecs beautifully, if not barely. Your arms kept going on until you hugged his torso, clasping the buckles behind him. It fit, obviously it did, and Bob could not be any redder than he was now. He took a peek at himself in the mirror. The bra looked cute, it amazed him how good it looked even over his sweatshirt. He could only imagine what it would look like under it.
Then you walked over to the handbag you brought with you, too. Another little surprise waiting for him there. You pulled out a few lipsticks you found on sale as you were exiting the department store. Just three shades, only to try on, of course.
“Nude, pink or red?”
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“Not gonna lie, I’m a little envious “ Your voice sounded giddy. Way too giddy for someone who looked like they were about to jump their lover’s bones. “It actually fits you better than me”
“Y- you’re being too nice. It just… fits, unlike yours” Bob’s gaze was downright pornographic, not even trying to hide how good he thought the floral tulle set fit you. It was the only one that you bought for yourself, only because the embroidery work matched his by chance. “ –Yours is… astonishing”
You ogled at Bob’s beautiful legs. The way the garterbelt kept holding on to the pink-ish white stockings as if it was fighting for its life was downright sinful. The only thing that could surpass that image –now permanently engraved into your brain– was the way the G-string you convinced him to put on bulged over his member, clearly not meant to hold something so big.
His ass was spectacularly framed by the garterbelt. Truly, the g-string did a shit job at hiding anything, no matter back or front. Thank all heavens that was exactly its purpose. You could see how his pink tip was already turning red, peeking from behind the elastic band. Your mouth watered at that.
Bob traced his fingers over the lace, feeling out the texture under his digits “Are you sure they are not too small? T- they… uhm. They feel too tight on my… yeah” His hand snagged on the fabric, trying to –pointlessly– give himself more space. As soon as he let go the elastic snapped back into his skin, silently, but it was enough to elicit a gasp from him.
He was leaking already.
“I know they hurt, baby, but you have to be a big girl and put up with it just a little bit longer,” You grabbed his hand, leading him to your vanity “I’m gonna make you look pretty. Prettier” He sat down on the little chair in front of the mirror carefully as you cupped his face with your palm.
A smile formed on his face, the slight flush of his cheeks making a return “Alright”
“I know you’re not too experienced in the whole ‘putting on make-up’ thing, but trust my methods, alright? I’ve been told I’m good at this” He nodded, waiting for you to get out a makeup kit, brushes, or something of the like, but you plopped down on his lap instead. A memory came to your mind “Did I ever tell you about the time I infiltrated a wedding?”
He didn’t know whether to pull you closer or pay attention to what you were saying, it was like his brain was melting. “Uhm. No, y- you’ve never told me that story, actually” Both your lacy sets of panties were rubbing against each other, the friction only getting him harder by the second.
“Well, I had to get intel on one of the guests and I needed to be discreet, so I took a few courses on makeup, pulled some strings, and managed to land the job as the bridesmaid’s makeup artist. I’m not gonna lie, it was hard” You rubbed against him, his hands quickly reaching for your legs “Very, very, very hard” You kissed his cheek.
“Really? W- woah, I wouldn’t have guessed. Ah–” You grabbed the lipstick of his choosing: pink, and started applying it on him. He closed his eyes, unsure of where to look at, when he heard you sigh.
“Wait a second, I think this color might get lost with your hair, baby. Lemme try, I’ll make it work” The tone was too light, almost non existent. It didn’t pop out; even his blond hair was more distracting than the pink color in his lips. You’d have to try the nude shade. “If not… we can try the others” You signaled to your back. Bob looked past you, admiring the other two shades. Hopefully one would work on him.
Your face was inches away from his own. His breath filled your nostrils, the heat only driving you closer to him. You kissed him only a few chaste kisses before his mouth was already open in anticipation, wishful. Your mixed saliva and messy movements were enough to wipe the pink off of him. “Where was I? Oh, yeah, I had to apply this to… hmm… I think four girls,” Your thumb grazed his lips spotless.
You turned around, grabbing the nude shade without moving your legs –which were still secure under his touch. “And how was it?” You paused, waiting for him to continue “ –with the bridesmaids, I mean. I hear it’s uhm– difficult, y’ know? Being up and close with the people you work with” At chuckle escaped you.
“It was nice, I told them it was my first time –job, I mean. They were very understanding” A certain heat sparkled in his eye, overanalyzing every word you said “Though it was hard to make them even prettier than they already were” His hands tightened on your legs, only slightly. Bob would never admit to it, but he was a very jealous lover. His brows raised in something akin to a tantrum. He did not appreciate you calling other girls beautiful. “ –but none of them got close to you, my sweet girl.” You pressed a kiss to his temple.
He smiled, and pulled you closer. Close, and still closer until your chest was snug to his, lace to lace, both pink bows at the center of your bras snagging against each other. Then you noticed the shade, or rather how little it stood out “Oh no, I don’t think this shade is right either” You tried not to think about how your nipples rubbed on the fabric as he put his hands to your waist.
“P- please, I just want to look pretty for you. You still have the red there, I can see it. I- I can pull it off, I s- swear!” Truth be told, you’d been holding off the red. It may be too bold a color for him yet, but seeing him like this, so close to crying… had you thinking twice.
“Alright. Just hold still, baby. I think I know how to make it look good”
Bob was already puckering up his lips, ready for you to apply the makeup, when he noticed you putting the lipstick to your lips, red mixing with the lighter shade you had on already. You grabbed him by the face, swiftly kissing him again and again until the mixture of colors stayed on his lips.
Blurry and messy around the corner of his mouth, yes, but the shade fit him just right. The color was soft enough that it didn’t overshadow his features, yet had enough pigment to stand out. Besides, the blissed out smirk on his face was the real cherry on top of the cake.
A thought came to his mind, immediately slipping out.
“Can I eat you out? I swear I’ll be gentle, I- I just–” His mouth fell on your clavicle, equally kissing, biting and licking at it as his hands traced your curves. Desperation was palpable, like a stray animal begging for food. He needed you inside, around and on top of him. But right now his hunger had won the battle.
“Only if you promise to be a good girl for me, baby” He nodded fast, his face buried in your shoulder. He needed to hear you say he was good, to fulfil your every desire. You could feel him throbbing beneath you “Ok, then let’s get on your– Woah!”
You always forgot how strong he really was. How the same hands that lulled you to sleep most nights were the same ones that could break Walker’s shield in two with no effort. Bob picked you up and placed you on his bed, surrounded by discarded lingerie sets he was still to fold and store in his dresser. The soft fabrics framed your figure, making you look like sin come alive.
He spent only a few seconds admiring you before falling back into you, your legs already parted to let him explore you as much as you wanted to explore him. His hands were all over your body fast, especially on your breasts. He traced his thumbs over the embroidered design, as if looking for a secret pattern you were yet to figure out, tenderly. In impossibly soft touches, like petals dancing over your –almost bare– chest. It almost made you forget the way his erection kept rubbing at your panties, how the lace enhanced the sensation every movement left behind.
He parted from you, catching his breath. His lipstick was still on, blurrier. You were sure to have many stains all over your clavicle and neck with the shape of his lips. A fair price for love, you thought.
“Can I?” His hand had moved lower, looping a finger under your tulle panties and slowly pulling them down. Not all the way, though. He wanted, no, needed to hear you craved for him. It was like hearing you quelled all the doubts inside his head.
“Only you let me return the favor later, princess” And you, of course, would always give him the world. He had feared you’d turn from him when you saw him in nothing but a bra, a g-string, a garterbelt and matching stockings, but you had been to one to give them to him. You stayed.
You would always be there. He needed no further convincing he had found the one.
He nodded at your inquiry. You raised your hips off of the bed to make it easier for him to remove the undergarments. His heart rate quickened at the sight. It was beautiful –all of you is beautiful– but this? This was just for him.
Bob held your thighs further apart, resting his head over your inner thigh for a moment, admiring your lower lips. The rosy folds under your bush were like a beacon calling for him, crying for his attention. Even though you knew he was dangerous, a being to fear, someone who should not be here, you wanted him. You worked hard to pacify the noise inside him, the voices that wouldn’t leave him alone.
And so he delved into your mound with closed eyes. He didn’t need air, he didn’t need to taste anything that wasn’t your juices. He only needed you, to make you feel good –to be your good girl.
He licked a long strip, downwards up to lap at your clit. He parted for only a second, then he started kissing it full mouthed, his tongue drawing circles around the pink bud. Your moans egged him on, guiding him through your pleasure.
He continued his exploration, looking for your aching hole with one hand. Two slender fingers found themselves at your entrance before long. They worked the fleshy ring with care, mindfully opening you up for him. “A-ah– Bob!” They continued deeper inside you, twisting and rubbing along your walls, looking for something. “Ngh– Tha- that’s good, pretty. You’re –ah! Doing good, so… g- good for me”
A third finger inserted itself as you spoke, eliciting something between a gasp and a moan to come out of your mouth; amplified when his fingers found your g-spot. “W- wait… Bob– Baby, stop. I– I’m gonna–”
“L- let me– please, I w-wanna m’ke you gnnh–” Bob tried speaking, but was too pussy drunk to form complete sentences. He could only babble simple words while pulling you closer to him –even as you were flailing your legs, trying to get away from him–, his mouth getting more and more ravenous as time went on.
“I– can’t. Won’t stop, ‘m gonna make you– ghng. Give me–” You tangled your fingers in his blond hair, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted to stop him from brutally attacking your pussy until you came.
The sensations were all too much, he knew you too well. You thought you’d be leading him, but he knew you like the palm of your hand; maybe even better. Your orgasm reached you before words did. Your thighs constricted his head, making him unable to move anymore. You tried to ignore the happy moan coming from your lover.
As soon as your legs gave out, you pulled on Bob’s hair; uselessly trying to get him off of you, to let you ride out your peak on your own. He didn’t budge. He would never let a drop of your pussy juices go to waste, he wanted to lap at you until you were swollen, red, hot and bothered –and maybe even then he’d continue if you let him.
He knew you liked it when he followed your command, but you liked it even more when he pushed your limits –when you had to put him in his place.
His strength never ceased to amaze you. With how gentle he usually was with you, you almost forgot he was more than capable of overpowering you in the blink of an eye. You’d let him do that another day, though. Tonight was for you, and he had been a bad girl overstimulating you.
It took you a few more pulls of his hair, but eventually he left the safety of your bushy cunt. His eyes told you everything you needed to know: he wanted to make you cum again, not even letting you rest from your previous orgasm. “I… uhm. I don’t wanna stop. You’re too good– I swear I’m fine, I just wanna–” You pulled his hair even harder when he tried ducking back into your folds, making him whimper.
“And here I thought I had tamed you right, missy” You brought him to your face, his lips still carrying your slick. Your tongue darted to taste it, mixing both your scents in a disorienting –chaotic– kiss. His tongue battled yours for dominance. He wanted to continue eating you out, he always did, but you had other plans.
“Sit here. Now” Your voice ordered. It was not rough, nor loud, but it managed to get a strong reaction out of Bob. Sweet, dumb, pussy-drunk, Bob. He lowered his gaze, unable to look at you directly. You could only imagine tears forming in the corner of his eyes, too ashamed from disobeying your command.
You sat down behind him, both of you on the feet of the bed looking directly at the mirror attached to his closet door.
He had been opposed to mirrors in general when you first moved into the tower. He told Bucky they made him anxious –which was true– but deep in the night, when nobody but you listened to him, he had told you the other reason why he didn’t like them: he was too embarrassed to look at himself ever since the Sentry serum changed his physique.
Even the foggy mirror in his bathroom after he came out of a shower felt like a mockery. He didn’t recognise the reflection of the person looking at him. That was not his body, and if it was his body, he didn’t deserve it.
He felt your touch through the flesh you were hugging, but it was hard for him to grasp it was his own. Your breasts were flush against his back, you heat warming him in all the right ways. The reflection in front of him had a smile on his face, too lost in bliss to question why someone as beautiful as you –as capable, smart, strong– would settle for someone like him.
Meanwhile –unaware of the mental battle currently occupying his mind– your hands kept fondling the bra strap, fixing it in place. “Look at you, baby girl. So beautiful,” You planted a kiss behind his ear “even if you don’t know how to behave sometimes”. The lingerie he was currently wearing pulled him back to this plane of existence. The way it stretched thin over his muscular body reminded him that yes, that was him.
The smile in his mouth grew even bigger, now curling at the ends in a feline fashion. He opened and closed his mouth in an instant, wanting to ask something but unsure if he was allowed to speak. “What is it, lovely?” You asked in that syrupy sweet tone of yours, reserved only for him.
“You’re too good to me” He said, in a tone of finality that you thought didn’t fit your shared moment. Your hands clasped themselves over his chest, pulling him further to you, his nape draping over your shoulder.
“Am I, now? And here I was about to punish you for making me cum too fast” You peppered kisses along his temple. “What a terrible lover I am”
“No! Never” He turned to look at you suddenly, almost making you lose your balance behind him. “Y- you anchor me here, you’re the one that always brings me b-back. You- You’re the only one Sentry listens to” His voice getting pitchier as he spoke, afraid of you not believing his words.
“Oh, and Void doesn’t?” He could see your lips curling into a smirk too.
“Y-yeah, but he’s meaner about it” Bob relaxed again, his head resting over your breast –now hearing your heart beating steady, no longer under the aftershocks of an orgasm.
“Mean, huh?” Your hands traveled lower down his body. Your fingers falling over the bra, following along the silhouette of the underwire framing his pecs. “Mean like me, making you wear women’s clothing for my amusement?”
You looked at yourself in the mirror. The man trusting you with all of his self laying across your lap and chest, draped as if you held the knowledge of every answer to the universe. You loved him as much as he did you, but it was hard to accept it. The world has taken too much from you already. You feared he would be torn from you eventually. So you held him close for now. Savoring every second you could spend together, unsure if that’d be the case tomorrow.
“That’s not mean. You just want me to be pretty for you, right?. I want to be good for you” His mouth found its way to your nipple, already visible under the sheer embroidered tulle. “So, so, so good for you” He parted his lips, taking you into his mouth “ –wanna b’ y‘r –Ah– pretty girl” he said between gasps and suckles.
You ran your fingers through his hair anew “Hey, don’t try to distract me. I still have to punish you for almost making me pass out” His eyes opened then, aghast.
“I ‘lmost m’de you –ah– pass out?” You separated him from you, making him face the mirror again, fixing his arms to his sides. “L-like just from my mouth?” He said as his cock almost sprung out completely out of the restraints of the g-string, if not only for the base hiding under the lace. That gave you an idea.
“Yeah, yeah, your fingers helped too. Boast all you want, I’m still gonna return the favor” A gasp came out of his mouth when you hand reached his unattended cock, alternating between working on his aching balls and the base of his dick. A task too great for only one hand, but you’d have to make due with every little advantage you had at your disposal.
You knew him very well too.
“Ah– Ah- W- wait! I don’t– I need to get this off,” Bob grabbed onto the pink garterbelt attached to his stockings, stopping him from moving too much. “Th- the lace! I swear it’s gonna break! –need to take it off– I–” He needed to move, but the clothes were just too tight. Then you stopped your ministrations, your hands suddenly on his.
“If you dare take off any of the pieces I gave you, I swear I will leave you here to take care of this alone” You mouthed at his ear. Only a whisper, yet more menacing than if you shouted. He shivered as he felt his cock bounce at your threats. You wouldn’t do that, that’d be too cruel, right? “Now, why don’t we try this again, pretty girl?” Your hand grabbed at his, with a strength he hadn’t seen from you ever. He looked at his wrists, your grip sure to leave some marks behind.
You positioned his hand over his dick, slowly guiding it over the tip. “Look at your clit, baby. Look how red it is already” Up and down, his palm kept rubbing at it until the tender head started leaking precum. You dialed up the speed, wanting to bring out more.
“Ah–! St- stop! It's mmh– My clit is hurting, p-please!” His hips buckled in front of you, making the garterbelt snag the stockings even more. The poor things were about to snap; the lace was already tearing from the way his legs kept flailing. “I’ll be good! I p- promise!”
You fake-thought about it, giving it a few seconds of meditation. “Alright, we can go slower,” Your hand decreased its speed “but only if you talk me through it”
“What?” You could see the drool already forming at the corners of his mouth, about to lose it.
“I want you to tell me what you see, beautiful” Your other hand grabbed his jaw, directing it to the mirror. There he stood still, looking at the reflection of the two of you in a scene of pure, unrestricted, debauchery.
“U- uh… I see you, and me” He stammered out.
“Now, don’t be shy… Tell me more” Your hand let go of his, instead grabbing his cock. You started pumping him little by little, now using his salty precum as lube. “Because I see two girls, but what are they doing?”
“Th-they are… Ah– One is grabbing the other’s… uhm” Your thumb started working circles on his tip. It was hot, almost too hot, and very reactive to your touch.
“On her what, baby? You can use your big girl words for this” Your breath seemed to burn at his ear. Hot poison to his sanity.
“O– one girl is laying on t-top of the other. T-the one behind is very be-beautiful, she’s glowy –like the sun. She’s a goddess… –Oh God, she’s magnificent– a-and the other girl is cute, too. The b-bra is making her tits pop out, she’s not u-used to it. Th-the thong is… Ah– is also making her m-more sensitive… and ghnn– the goddess i-is grabbing… th-the other girl’s big, fat, cock” You hand increased it pace, satisfied with the answer, except for one little detail.
“Aw, baby. You were doing so very good, but you forgot that this–” On cue, you dragged your hand over his length, squeezing in measured motions, as if trying to milk him. “is your clit”. You could feel the way he twitched, his cock begging for release. “It’s your big, fat, clit that’s begging for me”
“Ah– Ah! Yes! That’s my c-clit. M’so sorry, I– I can’t–” Your hands were just too good to him. “B- but, please. Please, don’t–” Your unforgiving pace kept going on “Don’t make me cum, please, I– I need to–”
That last part took you by surprise. “Why don’t you want to cum, precious? You can let go, I’m right here for you” Your honeyed tone was no help. He was about to cum, but stopped himself from doing it. You felt the way he tensed up –legs open, locked in place and his hands grabbing at the blankets– but he spilled no cum into your hand. Not even after a few more pumps.
“I –Ah– only want to cum in– inside you. I want to stick m-my clit inside your little p-pussy and fuck you. Fill you– I– I want your juices all over my pretty clit, plea– please!” He gritted between sobs of unclaimed pleasure. He edged himself in your hand.
You half-expected this outcome. Bob had a thing for cumming inside, which was… dangerous to say the least, but you tried your best to accommodate him “Alright, we can do that” His hasty breaths told you he would be unable to move for a few more seconds, too sensitive still to move if he didn’t plan on cumming to nothing.
“You’ve always liked spilling your seed inside me. Haven’t you, lovely?” You felt him tense right on top of you.
“Please d-don’t say that while I’m still…” You felt his back doubling, still twitching over nothing in the wake of his failed peak. “ –sensitive”
Your legs left him as you crawled over to the headboard “Then I guess you’ll have to shut me up real quick, because I was planning on moaning out your name all night long– ”
He acted before you could even finish that sentence. His body was on top of yours in an instant, already fumbling with the buckles of your bra, humping you while you were still on all fours. “H- hey! Don’t mess it up, I just bought it” You could sense how that statement was of little to no importance to him. What about it? He could buy you another set.
He looked like he was about to rip it off, so you told him the real reason why you liked this piece in particular “I- it matches yours! Don’t tear it!” And he stopped, clearly admiring the set anew.
Indeed, you matched.
The set you were wearing was a light –pastel?– olive-green color while his was a nice baby-rose tone. That on itself didn’t make much of a match, but then he looked closer. The flower embroidery was identical. White orchids with a purple center, all in very heavy detail drawn in thread. His bra and even the g-string had the same pattern as yours –minus the garterbelt, but only because your set didn’t have one.
How could those details have flown over his head?
His hips buckled to your behind, letting you feel his unattended erection. “O-oh– God. You’re perfect” He started humping your core, unable to make the tip catch yet. “So perfect f’ me. Let me fuck you, please. I w- wanna cum inside. Please, ple–”
You moved one of your hands behind you, grasping at his dick, leading him to your hole “Of course, baby. I still have to ride your pretty clit” –and you slammed against him with enough force to send him to his back, almost reaching the end of the bed.
His hands instinctively reached for your legs, trying to ease your movements, but your hips seemed to move on their own –putting on a show for him as you rode him in a reverse cowgirl.
Usually, Bob would insist on positions that let him be close to you, but you guessed this was a polite exception seeing how he was unable to do anything other than threaten to puncture something inside you with all the intensity he put behind every thrust inside your gummy walls.
“Please” His hoarse voice called from behind you, he was going out of breath.
“Please what, baby?” You teased him, already knowing what he was about to ask.
“Please kiss me. I– can’t cum if you don’t k- kiss me. I- I’ll die, I swear, please–” Shaky curses followed his plea, evidence of his yearning for your love. His hands kept trying –in vain– to move you off of him, or at least to give himself a few seconds to recover from the constant assault of your hips against his he couldn't help but correspond.
You stopped, all too suddenly. Yet his hips kept trying to meet you.
“Wh- why did you stop?” Bob thrusted his dick upwards, but your hand in his thigh blocked him. “S’ not fair. I wanna cum. I– ”
“You told me to stop” A bounce “I did” A sadistic smile formed on your lips as the drool in the corner of his mouth was already forming a steady stream down his chin. “ –but I also had a better idea” Another, slower, bounce that reached his base “Why don’t you show me what you want? Take control”
In a second Bob had thrown you into the mattress, pinning your knees to your head in a mating press. You didn’t even have time to react before his cock was already at your entrance, gathering your slick, ready to push in. Which would have been fine, if not for the way his tip kept rubbing against your swollen clit. The sight was way more intense than you expected; how did that behemoth of a cock fit inside you?
Your legs parted as the mere sensation of him fitting his cock inside you obliged your body to make more room for him. He inserted himself deep into your mushy hole in a swift drag. You felt his pulse inside, just from the pure force of him distending your guts. He bottomed out without warning, his tip kissing your cervix once, then twice, then some more. You tightened up, of course you did. You had never seen his member this close up, much less as it was about to break you apart.
“So g-good, baby” You sobbed under him, all air escaping your poor, cramped lungs as if they were about to collapse under his weight. You held on to his hands, either hoping for him to relent a little or to cum quicker, whichever one came first. “Such a good girl for me, my blonde baby”
That set off something in Bob, provoking him in ways unbeknownst to you. His hands left your legs, leaving them free to lock behind his back. Then your hands met as he pinned them to the sides of your head, locking your faces together with a kiss.
You felt the tears spilling down his eyes, tasting them in his mouth along your own slick, and lipstick from your previous activities. Your mixed scents were enough to make the coil inside you about to spring once more. His pace had changed dramatically, now slow but not less relentless.
Now you felt the drag of his length in your walls, his past intrusion leaving you in a state of hypersensitivity. You could feel the way his hesitant shoves seemed to look for your g-spot, stumbling along your walls, feeling out your snatch. Ah, but then he found it.
“Gnhg– ” You wailed as his tip hit it onslaught, ready to hit it with every thrust.
He was as close as you, so you did the only thing that occurred to you. You pinched your hole as tight as possible.
You both came in a rush, vision going white like Void’s eyes. You could feel the way his hot cum flooded your womb; he was so deep inside you doubted any would leak out.
His hold on your abdomen brought you back to reality. His back was curved in an awkward angle, hugging your torso to him as you clenched your legs behind his back in an act of reassurance. He rode out the last of his aftershocks, still twitching and spilling the last of his seed into you.
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Bonus:
Bob rested his legs between yours –softly plopping on top of you– not ridding himself from the coarse clothes already digging at his skin just yet. “Can I ask you something?” He sounded like a lovesick teenage boy, wanting to hear the story of how his girlfriend fell for him in the school halls. “Did you really look for matching sets?” Even his head was now resting over the back of his hands, still on top of you.
You chuckled “I saw them about a month ago in the online store. I tried to purchase it, but they had run out of stock very fast” He wriggled closer to your face, almost as if wanting to melt them together –which may not have been too far from the truth.
“I kept looking for them for weeks, they were just too cute. And guess what? Just yesterday I saw they had a pair available for in-store pick up. I didn’t want to get my hopes too high in case it didn’t fit me, or you, so I kept it a secret” You kissed the tip of his nose, eliciting a few giggles from him. “Sorry”
“Don’t apologise for that, I understand” Bob tried to play off the nervousness you had obviously noticed when you went out. But truly, he wanted to come along. It was normal for couples to go everywhere together, you didn’t have to be the exception “It was a nice surprise, by the way” His fingers lay on your discarded panties, playing with the material “ –but, uhm. Do you think we could…”
“Sure, this one’s on me. Just move so I can– yeah, like that” Bob lifted himself off of you, falling right next to your side. His eyes followed your every move as you got up, fixed the sullied blanked and changed it for a new one. The fresh smell of laundry hit him as you draped it over your naked bodies.
You shimmied yourself next to him, already waiting for your embrace. His arms found your body even in the dark cover of the moonbeam shining through your window. You held him close to you until you fell asleep as one.