chesstotem | Moving Day (for dontthinkabout)

Carefully, inch by inch, she sank down on him, moaning and bracing herself on his chest. "Fuck, Arthur..." When he was buried to the hilt, she squeezed herself around him gently.

He groaned again and rocked his hips up into hers out of need. She was tight around him like a fist.

Her breath was coming in short pants, when she finally lifted her hips up, then down, riding him in a smooth, gentle rhythm. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked, knowing how she must look, with her skin flushed, her mouth open, eyes glazed over, her breasts bouncing a little as she moved.

“Yes,” he replied as his hands gripped her hips, helping her rock against him. His body met hers each time as she moved above him.

She whimpered, picking up her pace. "Fuck, I'm so wet, don't come yet, Arthur, I want to..." She couldn't manage to finish the sentence, instead bringing Arthur's hand to her clit. One touch of his fingers had her coming with a strangled cry.

“I won’t,” he managed to say before she took his hand and brushed his fingers against her clit. While she still convulsed, he nudged her onto her back and pressed his body to hers as he began fucking her.

After two orgasms, she was pretty pliant. Her legs slipped around his middle lazily, and she gave him a faint smile. "Try for three?"

“Think you can manage a third?” He tried to smile in return, but he was far too concentrated with the task at hand.

"Mm, you might have to work for it..." Her fingers ran through his hair, and she arched her back into him. "I just love how hard you get for me. You fill me up just right..."

He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, his warm breath on her skin, before he started to nibble her skin. “God, Ariadne, you’re so perfect,” he growled against her skin.

"I'm the only one who can satisfy you," she murmured. It wasn't a question. "And no one else gets to touch me like this."

Arthur grunted against her neck. “Fuck, Ariadne.” He picked up his pace, but still pushed into her as deep as he can.

"Yes," she said, pressing against him, her hips meeting every thrust. "More, Arthur. Fuck me. Please, I want you..."

He kept pushing into her as he lifted his head and met her eyes, hair falling onto his face. “Like that?” He asked as he pumped into her faster.

She moaned, nodding a little. "Don't hold back. I want to feel it tomorrow..."

Lifting himself onto his palms, the change in the angle gave him better leverage. “I won’t,” he said.

She whimpered, clutching at his shoulders. "Yes, just like that... fuck, Arthur, right there... I'm getting close..."

He grunted in response knowing by the way she was tightening around him that she was about to come.

"Arthur... Arthur..." She groaned and came for the third time, shuddering in pleasure.

Arthur stilled his movements as she climaxed and it didn’t take long until he came, spilling inside of her with a low groan against her lips.

Ariadne relaxed underneath him, pressing idle kisses to his collar bones.

“Told you I could keep up,” he muttered as he caught his breath.

She grinned. "You're always amazing."

“You are, too.” He kissed the corner of her mouth gently before pulling out.

"I love you," she said, smiling as she watched him.

Moving Day (for dontthinkabout)

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