[ 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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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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We can stay as long as you like. I've a handkerchief if you'd love to, ah. Tidy up.
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Yes, please. Thanks.