[ Raleigh swears lust-coloured words and Mako knows that she has him where she wants him -- proof of that comes a heartbeat later, when she hears the muffled sound of a zipper, and sounds of cloth jostling. She closes her eyes and thinks of him, leaning back with his jeans and boxers rucked down his thighs (because Raleigh would never take them off completely, not when he sounds like this: Mako always finishes the job for him).
She sighs in pleasure when she hears his voice catch, and finds herself yearning for more, for desperately wishing that he was here instead, that she could do everything she wanted to him, with him. Sex with Raleigh is good, it's always good because she loves him, because they have a sinfully prodigious time exploring each other, knowing what made the other crumble, arch and plead. ]
That's it, Raleigh. Imagine it's me -- because I'm wishing it's your fingers that are inside me right now. I'm getting so wet just thinking of you. [ She exhales, slow and shaky, lets him hear it because she knows he's got an incredible imagination. ] Tighten your hand around yourself -- do you remember how I'd always do it? Pumping you up and down three, four times, slow, to start with. [ She pauses, slow and deliberate. ] Do it for me now, please? Tell me what you want me to do to you, when my hand is wrapped around your cock.
[ She's not the only one who wishes he was there. There's something exhilarating about being under the sheriff's roof in and of itself, but then there's fooling around with his daughter — which was exciting for the taboo of it, but also because Mako Mori was a goddess, and a little bit of a freak. She carried herself like a queen and pulled his strings like a puppeteer, and went down on him like she'd been born to do it, and it's all an incredibly arousing and intoxicating mix. Raleigh's gone; he's addicted, so far as he's concerned he's never going to be able to fuck anyone else, and never wants to either. He'd be set for life with Mako and her sinful tongue, devious hands, and wicked thoughts.
He's in love. And in lust. And clutching his cock, incredibly unsatisfied with the stimulation despite following her instructions to a t. ]
My hand, [ raleigh pants and groans, fucking into his fist in vain. ] —'s rougher than yours, Mako. Bigger, too. It's no where near as good, and fuck, babe, I want your mouth too. Do you know how fucking hot it is that you don't even gag anymore? Because it's super hot.
[ that stimulation he couldn't replicate even if he tried. ]
[ Mako can't help but make a soft whimper at the thought of it, because yes, yes, she remembers the shape and size and cut of his cock, she remembers the way it thickens in her hand, the way she's always played with it. Shifting, her own fingers inadvertently moving to rub between her legs, easing over the cotton of her panties, she exhales another quiet moan, laced with desire at his words. ]
Your hand's better off playing with my... cunt and my breasts. Rough, bigger -- you know the way I like it. [ but she latches on to what he gives her, the imagery of him fucking her mouth, and she smiles. ]
I know. I know you love it when your come spurts down my throat in ropes, and I drink you down like I'm desperate for every drop. I am, Raleigh. I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now. My lips would be so tight around the base of your cock, and you would fuck me so hard.
Raleigh, I miss you. I want you so much. [ She gasps, pushing two fingers inside of herself, shifting the panties aside. ] Tighten your hand, baby. Think of my throat. Remember when you came all over my face and my breasts? [ She hisses, breath catching. ] You had so much come, I wanted to swallow all of it.
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She sighs in pleasure when she hears his voice catch, and finds herself yearning for more, for desperately wishing that he was here instead, that she could do everything she wanted to him, with him. Sex with Raleigh is good, it's always good because she loves him, because they have a sinfully prodigious time exploring each other, knowing what made the other crumble, arch and plead. ]
That's it, Raleigh. Imagine it's me -- because I'm wishing it's your fingers that are inside me right now. I'm getting so wet just thinking of you. [ She exhales, slow and shaky, lets him hear it because she knows he's got an incredible imagination. ] Tighten your hand around yourself -- do you remember how I'd always do it? Pumping you up and down three, four times, slow, to start with. [ She pauses, slow and deliberate. ] Do it for me now, please? Tell me what you want me to do to you, when my hand is wrapped around your cock.
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He's in love. And in lust. And clutching his cock, incredibly unsatisfied with the stimulation despite following her instructions to a t. ]
My hand, [ raleigh pants and groans, fucking into his fist in vain. ] —'s rougher than yours, Mako. Bigger, too. It's no where near as good, and fuck, babe, I want your mouth too. Do you know how fucking hot it is that you don't even gag anymore? Because it's super hot.
[ that stimulation he couldn't replicate even if he tried. ]
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Your hand's better off playing with my... cunt and my breasts. Rough, bigger -- you know the way I like it. [ but she latches on to what he gives her, the imagery of him fucking her mouth, and she smiles. ]
I know. I know you love it when your come spurts down my throat in ropes, and I drink you down like I'm desperate for every drop. I am, Raleigh. I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now. My lips would be so tight around the base of your cock, and you would fuck me so hard.
Raleigh, I miss you. I want you so much. [ She gasps, pushing two fingers inside of herself, shifting the panties aside. ] Tighten your hand, baby. Think of my throat. Remember when you came all over my face and my breasts? [ She hisses, breath catching. ] You had so much come, I wanted to swallow all of it.