Masturbation Monday No. 255 — Floral

Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.”
“No, maybe you can show me that another time.”
Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.”
She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.

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