[ She parts her legs for him, watches her skirt ride up her thighs as his hands explore soft skin. Her fingers are in his hair now, grinning as his beard tickles, anticipation stirring her senses low on her stomach, warmth pooling down to her navel.
A part of her will always have a pinch of uncertainty as to how people will react to finding the soft swell in her panties, but — Harry's seen all of her before; he touched Mila everywhere, treated her like a lover even when she'd dressed up in a silly costume. She trusts him completely.]
Harry… I don't think you could disappoint anyone if you tried.
[A soft laugh between her thighs before he nuzzles against the bulge in her panties. His hands rest on her hips as he rubs his face against her, inhaling deeply.
He mouths her through her underwear, tongue pressing eagerly against her. It doesn't take long to soak the fabric.]
[ Hard to believe him when he presses his nose against her like that, when he touches Cellar like she's — being worshipped, somehow, or discovered like she's something wonderful. There's a soft whimper when his mouth draws a circle around her bulge, when his tongue feels warm and leaves her panties wet where they begin to strain against the fabric, as if searching him back. Fingers curl on the armchair again, taking a deep breath like she's bracing herself, controlling herself, legs shifting as she leans back and sinks a little, eyelids fluttering shut. ]
[It's only then that he lets his fingers find the elastic of her panties and slide them down. He puts his mouth against the inside of her thigh when he speaks.]
Tell me if it's not alright.
[Because he's going to touch her with one hand before putting his mouth on her again, eager to taste. He licks along soft flesh, then smiles.]
[ She smiles back at him, an exhale to release some of the tension, watching her panties slide down and her cock emerge, soft and twitching lightly in anticipation. Tell me if it's not alright, and she wants to tell him she also doesn't think that's possible, but he gets a nod anyway. His hand is so warm, he touches her like he knows her like a familiar lover, and then his lips and tongue to relearn the shape and taste of her and make her whimper. ]
Y-yeah?
[ Her body responds to him, skin slightly taut, nipples perking up under her bra. She brings a hand up to cup her breast over her shirt, squeezing lightly. ]
[He drags his tongue up her shaft before wrapping his hand around her again so that he can stroke while he talks.]
For example... I saw you at breakfast the other day. Your hair was pulled back. I spent the rest of my morning thinking of your neck, of the angle of your jaw. Before lunchtime came I had to... to see to myself.
[He shifts to kiss a line up from her pelvis to her navel, stroking her the whole time.]
[ As if he can take her by surprise down there, when his saliva has already been cooling on her shaft - that's still what she sounds like though, like she's taken by surprise, eyes shut and mouth open, matching his rhythm with her hips, undulating into him. ]
Maybe you, [ A breath, a whimper, ] You could pull it for me. From behind.
[Harry pulls off and gives the length of her shaft an obscene lick before he nods and gets to his feet again. Watching her the whole time, he unbuttons his shirt.
He's still a short, slight man. His voice is still soft. But there is no mistaking that when he next speaks, he's expecting no argument.]
[ There's no mistaking that she's thrilled by it, even though she aches for the heat of his mouth, her dick at half-mast and leaking when she flexes her muscles to get up. Her limbs feel weak already, running her hands up his stomach to where his shirt parts at his chest, stealing a kiss before his wish is her command.
Panties shed, skirt lifted where it sits on her groin, Cellar gets on the chaise, something a little more daring in her grin. She'll help Harry out of his pants if he doesn't do it first. ]
[That kiss and that little grin warm a lot more than Harry's groin. He pauses, shirt undone and half untucked, smiling back at her.]
You are incredible.
[With a final prayer to whatever gods keep parlour doors locked, he peels his shirt off. He is very furry, a fact that a quick glance at his wrists would betray. It's something that he'd worried about in his early days at the manor, but not as much anymore.
Harry moves in close, leaning down for a filthy kiss. He doesn't stop Cellar when she undoes his trousers, exposing his thoroughly modern underwear. His dick is straining at the material, eager for touch.]
I shall have you turn around, on your hands and knees. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?
[ She swallows and catches her breath after the kiss, eyes on him like something has shifted, from that grin to gazing at a figure of authority now, telling her what to do. Pretty explicitly. ]
Yes, I'd like that, Harry. Thank you.
[ The hint of submission in her words, then actions, Cellar lets go of the shape pressing against the fabric of his underwear with one last affectionate stroke, then stands up to turn around and press her palms and knees down, spread apart as a thin string of fluid drools between her thighs, dropping on the chaise. She moves her hips again, needy, waiting to feel him close ]
[With apologies to his knees, Harry once again has to lower himself so that he can put a hand on either of her asscheeks and his face between. There is no perfunctory spitting on her hole here; Harry eats her out like it's his lifelong passion to do so. His tongue drags and dips, and he only pulls back when he can't take the chafing restriction of his clothes anymore.
Trousers and underwear pulled down, he spits on his hand and works himself over a few times. He's leaking at the tip, which helps further.
Harry stands and grips Cellar at the hips as he tugs her firmly into position, holding her as he slowly feeds himself into her. He waits, ignoring the urge to thrust, letting her settle.]
[ She almost feels selfish, having had his mouth on her cock and now between her cheeks, tongue making her squirm and dig her fingers into the chaise, fluid leaking down her legs one more time. Cellar is breathing hard when Harry pulls away, swallowing with a deep inhale, exhaling a weak moan, head hanging while she waits in eager silence.
There's nothing she wants more than to have Harry inside her, to have his girth push and force her body to stretch for him. The hands on her hips are that final moment of anticipation, then there's finally the blunt of his head on her entrance. Holding a breath in her chest, she utters a little mm with her eyes closed, taking inch after slow inch until he's satisfied and makes her wait again. ]
[ It's like the slow movement feels so much more intense than any frantic pace she's ever been fucked with; deep, then almost out, all of him curled over her so she can have his lips on her skin. Even the things he says are sweet, like she's the only girl in the world, the only one who can let him fuck her like this. ]
[He rolls his hips a bit harder, a bit faster. He presses more tightly against her body, his fingers digging into the scant flesh of her hips, the rounder curve of her ass.]
[ After a while, Cellar moves too, swaying forward, then back, letting him deep, deeper still, until his body is pressing fully against hers, fingers digging into her flesh, making her own curl into the chaise like she's trying to leave a mark there. Her shoulders are starting to ache, so she bends down further, on her elbows, fully angled at his mercy. ]
T—touch me, [ She begs, whining, reaching between her legs to hold her dick between the V of her fingers, stroking and focusing on the head. ]
[ She's desperate, neediness hand in hand with greed, taken over with his grip on her cock making her twitch, cheek against her knuckles, all his to command and thrust into. Harry's order is all she needs, tense muscles loose, then tense again, cock jerking with clear discharge that comes in plentiful spurts, leaving a mess on the chaise, making a mess of the girl moaning like she's hurt, gasping like she's shocked. The orgasm takes her over whole, it blurs time, it floods her with heat and then a lingering pang of arousal as she comes down from the climax. Harry may not be far behind, but all she wants is to be fucked like this for a while longer, lax and barely able to form a thought. ]
[Murmured against sweat damp skin. His hands move to cup her breasts as he fucks into her, harder and faster, until he finally tips over the edge. Shuddering, he glues himself to her body until his hips stop twitching.
When he pulls out and away he's breathing hard and he very nearly falls over.]
[ She puts her hand on top of Harry's, fondling her breast with him, inviting him to pinch her nipple. Every thrust forces her to maintain balance, feeling his body practically slapping against hers, obscene noises leaving her throat until he's done.
There's one weak groan when he pulls out, and Cellar feels his absence as much as she felt his girth. His fluid follows shortly after, warm and thick between her legs. ]
Yeah, I'm all right. Way more than all right.
[ A laugh, close to a tired giggle while she still tries to catch her breath. Cellar turns around, slowly sitting up on her knees, reaching for his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. ]
[Harry leans over at once and kisses her like she's his only source of life. Then he mauls her neck gently, tongue lapping up her sweat. Finally he rests his forehead against hers while his breathing slows.
He pulls back enough to look her in the eye, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
We've quite ruined the upholstery, and I couldn't care less.
[ Another quasi-giggle with Harry's mouth on her neck, then she rests her tired face against his, feeling the sweat cooling on her skin. With a little distance between them, Cellar runs her fingers through his hair in a gentle caress. Really, the only downside of doing this here is that there's no bed to fall back and rest on. ]
You're amazing, Harry. I really— I really liked that. Can we stay here for a while?
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A part of her will always have a pinch of uncertainty as to how people will react to finding the soft swell in her panties, but — Harry's seen all of her before; he touched Mila everywhere, treated her like a lover even when she'd dressed up in a silly costume. She trusts him completely.]
Harry… I don't think you could disappoint anyone if you tried.
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[A soft laugh between her thighs before he nuzzles against the bulge in her panties. His hands rest on her hips as he rubs his face against her, inhaling deeply.
He mouths her through her underwear, tongue pressing eagerly against her. It doesn't take long to soak the fabric.]
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Tell me if it's not alright.
[Because he's going to touch her with one hand before putting his mouth on her again, eager to taste. He licks along soft flesh, then smiles.]
I've thought of you often.
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Y-yeah?
[ Her body responds to him, skin slightly taut, nipples perking up under her bra. She brings a hand up to cup her breast over her shirt, squeezing lightly. ]
Tell me about it?
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[He drags his tongue up her shaft before wrapping his hand around her again so that he can stroke while he talks.]
For example... I saw you at breakfast the other day. Your hair was pulled back. I spent the rest of my morning thinking of your neck, of the angle of your jaw. Before lunchtime came I had to... to see to myself.
[He shifts to kiss a line up from her pelvis to her navel, stroking her the whole time.]
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[His tongue drags its way back down. He takes Cellar into his mouth properly, wet and hot, swallowing her down.
He's had enough practice by now.
He pulls back and off just long enough to smile up at her. Then he's back to finding a pleasing rhythm with mouth and hand.]
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[ As if he can take her by surprise down there, when his saliva has already been cooling on her shaft - that's still what she sounds like though, like she's taken by surprise, eyes shut and mouth open, matching his rhythm with her hips, undulating into him. ]
Maybe you, [ A breath, a whimper, ] You could pull it for me. From behind.
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He's still a short, slight man. His voice is still soft. But there is no mistaking that when he next speaks, he's expecting no argument.]
Get on the chaise, my dear.
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Panties shed, skirt lifted where it sits on her groin, Cellar gets on the chaise, something a little more daring in her grin. She'll help Harry out of his pants if he doesn't do it first. ]
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You are incredible.
[With a final prayer to whatever gods keep parlour doors locked, he peels his shirt off. He is very furry, a fact that a quick glance at his wrists would betray. It's something that he'd worried about in his early days at the manor, but not as much anymore.
Harry moves in close, leaning down for a filthy kiss. He doesn't stop Cellar when she undoes his trousers, exposing his thoroughly modern underwear. His dick is straining at the material, eager for touch.]
I shall have you turn around, on your hands and knees. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?
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Yes, I'd like that, Harry. Thank you.
[ The hint of submission in her words, then actions, Cellar lets go of the shape pressing against the fabric of his underwear with one last affectionate stroke, then stands up to turn around and press her palms and knees down, spread apart as a thin string of fluid drools between her thighs, dropping on the chaise. She moves her hips again, needy, waiting to feel him close ]
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Trousers and underwear pulled down, he spits on his hand and works himself over a few times. He's leaking at the tip, which helps further.
Harry stands and grips Cellar at the hips as he tugs her firmly into position, holding her as he slowly feeds himself into her. He waits, ignoring the urge to thrust, letting her settle.]
Beautiful, beautiful girl.
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There's nothing she wants more than to have Harry inside her, to have his girth push and force her body to stretch for him. The hands on her hips are that final moment of anticipation, then there's finally the blunt of his head on her entrance. Holding a breath in her chest, she utters a little mm with her eyes closed, taking inch after slow inch until he's satisfied and makes her wait again. ]
You— feel so good, Harry.
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[His hands stay on her hips as he begins to move. Slowly, rocking back and forth into her in long deep strokes.]
Oh, Cellar. You are exquisite.
[He curls over her and presses a kiss between her shoulder blades.]
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[ It's like the slow movement feels so much more intense than any frantic pace she's ever been fucked with; deep, then almost out, all of him curled over her so she can have his lips on her skin. Even the things he says are sweet, like she's the only girl in the world, the only one who can let him fuck her like this. ]
Can I have more? Please?
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[He rolls his hips a bit harder, a bit faster. He presses more tightly against her body, his fingers digging into the scant flesh of her hips, the rounder curve of her ass.]
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T—touch me, [ She begs, whining, reaching between her legs to hold her dick between the V of her fingers, stroking and focusing on the head. ]
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[A low, husky whisper as he snakes an arm around her and takes her leaking cock in hand. He pumps her firmly, a counterpoint to his thrusts.
He isn't a young man and he has no illusions about lasting forever, but he desperately wants her to come first.]
Let go, darling girl.
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Keep going— please, keep going all you want.
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[Murmured against sweat damp skin. His hands move to cup her breasts as he fucks into her, harder and faster, until he finally tips over the edge. Shuddering, he glues himself to her body until his hips stop twitching.
When he pulls out and away he's breathing hard and he very nearly falls over.]
Oh, goodness gracious. Are you alright?
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There's one weak groan when he pulls out, and Cellar feels his absence as much as she felt his girth. His fluid follows shortly after, warm and thick between her legs. ]
Yeah, I'm all right. Way more than all right.
[ A laugh, close to a tired giggle while she still tries to catch her breath. Cellar turns around, slowly sitting up on her knees, reaching for his shoulders to pull him into a kiss. ]
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He pulls back enough to look her in the eye, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.]
We've quite ruined the upholstery, and I couldn't care less.
You are magnificent.
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You're amazing, Harry. I really— I really liked that. Can we stay here for a while?
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