theirsweetesttaboo

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Serendipity: Part 2

Featured Couple: Tatum & Leon

Note: The setting for this takes place in an alternate universe storyline, where Tatum and Leon meet as much younger versions of themselves.

A shiver of delight ran through him from her fingers alone. Her touch could soothe even the most relentless aches and muscles. He'd silently watched as she searched for the ideal spot for his next tattoo. Even from this angle, she was the most stunning girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Even when her hot breath graced his bare skin, he couldn't resist playing with her hair, letting his fingers twist around her dark locks. Never in a million years would he have understood such a deep connection coming from anyone until he'd met her. The girls he slept with in the past were all about the physical aspect of their shared, temporary fun. None of it involved emotion like it had with Tatum. With her, it just came out naturally, and it wasn't anything he wanted to put a stop to, either. Not after the days he spent thinking about her long before sex became a factor.

But when her tongue and lips greeted his pec, his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as his hand slid to the back of her neck. He couldn't even remember exactly what she said, but the sound of her voice was more than enough to get his dick hard again.

"I can't keep this up," he pleaded, his voice almost hoarse. "I need you again."

He had to have her in his arms, whether she was on top of him, beneath him, or sitting on his lap, he just couldn't let her go.

"How about it?" he suggested as he withdrew his hand from her neck, but not before stroking the side of her face, allowing his thumb to rub along her juicy bottom lip. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours?"

Even in his lustful state, he couldn't resist acting playful. It was part of his personality, something he was unable to hide from anyone or himself. But maybe, just maybe all of this was a sign from the universe. If she could handle him with how he looked now, down the road, he could reveal his true appearance to her with nothing being held back. Yet any more thoughts of his inhuman appearance was swiftly being sent off into the furthest regions of his mind as he prepared to shrug his shirt off for good for this next round--IF there as a next round. He wouldn't be mad if she decided she was too tired. As she was previously a virgin, she might be sore and not up for going at it again. So long as she just wanted to be with him, period, then it didn't matter if he had to blue ball it.

The way his body trembled under her fingertips mixed along with the heavy breath that followed after her lips touched his chest - it caused all those wild little sensations to spark back up inside her. She couldn’t understand why it was so hard for her to control herself around him. Control was always something she had a good firm grip on - but not with him. Every bit of self-control she had was gone the moment he pulled up into her driveway.  It’s not something she understands but it’s not something she’s questioning because all of this felt as natural as breathing.

A playful tongue brushing along his thumb as it smoothed against her lips. His confession along with his offer had her wasting no time. Though she knew somehow, some way she would have to find a way to control herself after this round. Her body healed way to quickly which would eventually draw questions from him. It might have been her first time but she wasn’t oblivious to how a human body worked.

Now that they were in the back of the van with the doors closed? She had zero restraint.  Privacy - with no prying eyes.

She pulled away from him long enough to pull off her shorts and panties again - tossing them off to the side. Before giving him time to react her hands hand found their way to the button of his pants. Lips showering his neck with feather light kisses while she worked with him to remove his pants and boxers. Her lips lingering at his ear. “Me saying ‘no’ isn’t something you’re gonna have to worry about.”

Crawling up on his laps she helps to push his unbuttoned shirt down his arms, then she returns the favor by pulling off her shirt and bra - not concerned in the least where it lands. Leaning forward her lips capture his, a sigh falling against them as her hands move along his abs and chest. Flesh on flesh with no barriers between them now. Her hips lift just enough to angle herself just right... her warmth sheathing around him as she takes him back inside her. Her head falling back as a deep moan spills from her lips.

His gaze was filled with pure lust and intensity the second her warm, wet pussy welcomed his cock back with a slick, tight hug. He snaked a hand between them as soon as her head fell back, where he eagerly grabbed one of her breasts. He pinched and twisted a nipple while his other hand grabbed her ass as she rocked her body up and down. Nothing short of hot and erotic, watching her perky tits bounce like that.

He kissed his way upward: starting at her shoulder, then her slender throat, and finally her chin. This whole experience with both of them naked was eye-opening to say the very least. It left him vulnerable in ways he never imagined himself doing with any woman. Something about Tatum struck him as nothing short of remarkable, but he still needed to take it easy, and not allow any slip ups. He WAS supposed to play human, after all. While there was no question how clearly fond he was of her, how far would those feelings go if/when she discovered what he was? In hindsight, they still barely knew one another, but he wouldn't be opposed to getting to know more about her, and allowing her to know more about him--if she were the open-minded type.

For now, the thoughts of the future were pushed away as the present was more than enough to keep him enticed. When their lips met once more, his tongue thrust itself into her mouth as he now gripped her hands with both hands, helping her build a nice, steady, but hard rhythm between them. The slick sounds of their bodies slapping, skin rubbing, followed by the grunts and moans coming from their mouths, made it almost impossible for any attempts to prolong the blissful oncoming "O" for them both.

With one hand still having a possessive grip over her ass, he sat his other hand behind him, allowing him some leverage, as he moved his hips in a way that allowed his dick to hit upward into her core. When she came down, he'd thrust in hard.

"Just like this..." he said huskily, his eyes now hazy. "Fuck, so fucking good, baby...!"

The pure electricity in the air darting between them with each second that passed.  A slow needy throb started building in the pit of her stomach as she rocked her hips up and down his shaft, feeling him grow harder, longer…

“Oh god!” she gasped, her voice ending in a sharp cry. Her nails dug into his skin as her hips rocked against him, her orgasm building with alarming alacrity. She was so sensitive, so primed from earlier, from having him inside her, from hearing his pleasured shouts as he’d filled her so perfectly… Heat rushed over the surface of her skin, everything roaring towards her center as she thrust down on him, her cries growing louder and louder… every inch of her was focused on his mouth, on his fingers gripping her skin - on her hips rocking against him - how amazing his tongue felt against her own. A chill roared down her spine with the mere thought of how it would feel in another place... she damn near lost it then and there.

“I thought about this moment.” Confession broke with heavy pants against his lips. “So much better than I could have imagined.” A few more moans spilled from her, only to be muffled by his. “So much better than I made it feel.” Goosebumps cascaded along her skin. “My fingers…  on my… I rubbed myself, thinking about you, thinking about your mouth on me… so many times.” Each time his hips roughly thrust up into her, his shaft brushed along her sensitive clit, pushing her that much closer to her breaking point.

She whined against his scalp, her breath hot and humid, her voice breaking as she moaned out his name... “Leon... Oh god...” Her inner walls clenched around him without rhythm. Hips rocked harder and faster. Her hips burned, but she didn’t dare stop. Especially when her body tried to stiffen, her mouth fell open in a silent scream against his jaw.

“I’m going to come...” she warned him as a flash of bright light burst before her eyes. No matter, she wouldn’t stop, she didn’t care how long it took. She wouldn’t be satisfied until she felt him throbbing inside her, spilling himself for her and only her.

He tightened his hold over her even as she once again drenched his cock with her sweet release. The sound of her cries and the warmth of her skin drove him to near insanity, making him pound her harder. In and out he continued thrusting, flesh slapping against flesh, his breathing labored, his need to reclaim her overwhelming. The more feral part of him wanted her to know that she belonged to him even if this... whatever they had... was still brand new. So new, but so raw and primal, filled with desire and yearning. Faster and faster he moved, continuing with his control of their tempo and the movement of his hips, knowing she'd be sore as hell after all was said and done, but he didn't care.

"I wanna... hear you talk... like that more..." he gasped, digging his nails into the fleshy parts of her ass as his ultimate desire shot straight to his balls. With a needy growl, he went still as his own orgasm smashed through him like a freight train, and he shot his load into her. The pleasure zinged up and down his body, head to toe, and he was temporarily blinded by the intensity of it all.

Panting steadily, he pressed his forehead against her shoulder, knowing his eyes were shifting between round "normal" pupils and thin black slits. His true self had its fill for now, even though he knew damned well there was so much more the two of them could do together. Just thinking about Tatum touching herself and making those sensual sounds like she did moments ago would surely get his manhood up and throbbing again. Unlike human males, he didn't need much time to get it up and back into action, but he knew he'd be pushing it if he really couldn't contain himself sexually, and the last thing he wanted was for Tatum to wonder what was going on with him.

By the time he was able to look up at her, his eyes were back to "normal" and a sly smirk was seen on his face.

"How'd you enjoy the ride, cowgirl?" he teased.

For a small moment, she almost started feeling embarrassed over the confessions he drew out of her without even trying. That singular moment quickly passed when he announced he wanted to hear more, more often. Her cheeks burned just like the rest of her body did.

The next few minutes were kind of a blur as the pair rode out their orgasms to the fullest. Slowly but surely both their bodies settling to a still. Her fingers carded through the back of his hair as she attempted to slow down her heart rate and breathing. She didn’t dare look him in the eyes - not just yet, in fear her eyes would give away truth - truth that was anything but normal.

Literally, she could stay right here in this very spot with him the rest of the day and night and be perfectly content, but she also knew now more than ever she needed to calm herself and attempt to put a little space between them - at least for the time being.

Once her breathing finally settled and her heart rate slowed, her eyes opened and the reflection from the glass of the van doors confirmed her eyes to be normal. She pulled back just in time to catch his eyes and the question he asked of her. Her fingers tugged roughly but playfully in the back of his hair. Her lips placed a soft kiss to his lips before she responded.

“I don’t believe I heard any complaint from either of us,” she teased, and slowly…. very slowly lifted herself just enough to free themselves from each other - though she did sit back on his lap briefly. “You know at this rate we’re never going to make our tattoo date.”

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Serendipity: Part 1

Featured Couple: Tatum & Leon

Note: The setting for this takes place in an alternate universe storyline, where Tatum and Leon meet as much younger versions of themselves.

How she wished he would kiss her.  She’d thought about it, of course.  She couldn’t help but think about it.  In fact, she thought about it so much that sometimes she wondered if it was NORMAL to think about it that much.  Looking up, her eyes locked with his and she knew, without a doubt that this was the moment it was going to happen.

“Never pass up rare moments.” His hand was soft against her face. Her breath literally caught in the back of her throat when she saw him leaning forward. Eyes slid closed as she felt the first, soft brush of his lips against hers - the butterflies in her stomach danced. The tips of her ears burned and she got a shiver that started at the base of her spine and spread upwards with teasing fingers until she SHOOK. Her mouth opened on a sigh and she pressed closer, her tongue gliding out to meet his. Pleasure rocketed through her, leaving her knees weak and her stomach dancing the Rumba.

His own heart swelled, and he didn't hesitate to circle his arms around her and pull her up against him. Just like he imagined, having her pressed against him sent his mind reeling, his fingers tingling, leaving him wanting absolutely more. He hadn't even taken his boots off, but already he was picking her up by her waist and having her sit inside the van, on top of the spread-out blanket. His head swam, his body eager to explore hers. His need intensified as her tongue danced with his in an intimate dance. With how feisty and confident she was, she HAD to have made plenty of guys swoon over the years for him to benefit right there and then. Just one kiss alone was more than enough to intoxicate him, make him weak in the knees.

"Lemme... lemme know if..." he grunted between kisses while his fingers ran through her short, silky hair that framed her face so perfectly. "If you wanna... slow down..."

He practically groaned those last words as the tip of his tongue traced her lower lip. His cargo pants were getting rather uncomfortable with her hips pressed against his; his clothes overall were becoming unbearable to wear. What WAS it about this girl that drove him mad so quickly? It was fast, but felt so fucking right at the same time.

He didn't WANT to stop, but if at any point she wanted to, or he felt her tense up for any reason, he would immediately put a halt to it all.

She swore she melted to him the moment his arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer against him. One minute she was on her feet and the next she was floating. She hadn’t even realized the floating sensation came from him when he had lifted her up to sit her on the blanket right inside the van. One of her hands lifted only to come to a rest at the back of his neck. Her body was on a whole new wavelength now - a slow rock her hips against him followed when he remained settle between her legs. The wild sensation it SHOT through her caused her to gasp against his lips.

The moment there was even mention of him stopping without thought she hiked her legs up, hooking her ankles behind him to keep him close. She fisted the back of his hair lightly in her fingers. Stopping wasn’t even a thought to her. Desperately she wanted to keep on feeling all the new little sensations he was sparking inside her.

“Not yet...” she almost breathlessly whispered back against his lips.      

Tatum leaned forward, brushing her lips over his chin. His soft stubble bit into her, making her shiver as she slowly moved her way down his jaw and to his neck. She tasted him, sucking on the tender skin of his throat, and as the seconds passed - she SWORE she felt a fine tremble against his skin.      

Her body shifting caused the fly of his pants to snag the seam of her shorts - friction... JESUS...  the sensation made her lightly moan against his lips. Again, her lips moved, working their way up to his ear. The way his muscles tightened all around her sent what she would assume was a flood of arousal through her. Her free hand moved to settle at the waist of his jeans. Her fingers just slightly tucked under his shirt just enough for them to brush against bare skin.

NEVER would she have thought a single kiss would have her falling apart like this... nor did she ever think her first kiss would burst into fire works like the 4th of July. But here she was enjoying every second.

His eyes would've rolled into the back of his head if they weren't already closed, allowing him to submerge to her whims. Her words of "not yet" and followed with her legs locking him caused him to shutter with delight. Everywhere her fingers and lips touched, every sound she made, stoked the fire in his loins, fueling the heat for her to burn even brighter.

Hands dipped underneath the hem of her shirt until fingertips smoothed themselves along her stomach. So warm and flush, it was like nothing his most vivid imagination could conjure. Again, his mouth sought hers for another intense kiss, with heavy pants exchanged between them, as he slid his hands up her rib cage until he cupped the underside of her breasts. Whatever material her bra was made out of felt nice, and while he definitely wanted to see what she looked like in just her bra and panties, that could easily wait for another occasion, one that wasn't being dominated with thoughts of carnal lust.

He let out a slight whimper when her nails graced his stomach and whatever scars he had on his skin. She explored his body, reading it like a map, familiarizing herself with everything he encompassed. It was a sensation he didn’t allow many people to go forward with, but blew the doors wide open with an invitation for her and only her.

Peppering her jawline with kisses, he gently groped one of her breasts, using his thumb to tease and flick her nipple through the fabric of her bra. Panting more heavily, he jerked his hip into her open hand. Careful not to disturb her fingers, he reached down and unzipped his pants, where almost immediately she could feel how hard and excited he was behind his boxers.

Returning the favor and sucking on a soft spot on her neck, he muttered, "Still okay? You wanna stop?"

She could barely breathe, much less think of anything other than the feel of his lands on her body - his lips against her. His thumb making her nipple hard - almost painfully so. Her head spun like a top that had been spun tightly and was about to take off in flight. The loud pounding of her heart could be heard inside her ears... GOOD GOD, how much more could she handle when this was only the start?

His fingers were every bit as skilled as his lips. He knew just where to place them and the right moment to do it.  Then came the jerk of his hips - another long but soft sign parted her lips. It wasn’t until the moment he unzipped his pants and her hand landed against the thickness behind his boxers did her heart completely fly from her chest when the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Despite how wonderful this felt she had NEVER been with anyone like this before. Hell, he was the first man she had ever kissed. Her eyes sprung open and that normal bright golden tone of her eyes brightened.

Softly her hand moved up and down his boxers until her fingers found the opening that allowed her fingers and nails to brush along his shaft. In no way did she want him to stop but that was doing nothing to tame down the jitters that stirred in the pit of her stomach. That PRIMAL animal need inside her had been woken and it was only him that could sedate that thirst. Metaphorically she felt like she could die happily right there in his arms.

Her hear shook, pulling back only to look into his eyes. “Not yet…” she breathed out once more heavily. It was like those were the only two words her brain could form. “I just... I’ve never... “

There came a brief pause. “But I don’t want you to stop.” Her voice was thick with lust and desire. With one hundred percent certainty she knew she wanted her first time to be with him. That cosmic pull between the two of them couldn’t be denied or ignored.

Wide eyes and ragged breathing were all he was capable of doing in that instant. Tatum... was a virgin? Well, damn, he didn't expect that at all. He wasn't sure why, really. Maybe it was his fault for making assumptions about her before really getting to know her. Like how he'd been getting to know the dips and valleys of her body, knowing what made her arch her back, shiver with anticipation, and moan for more.

She specifically said she didn't want him to stop. More than anything, the most important thing for him to accept from all of this was that he wanted her consent. He'd never been with a woman who wasn't willing to be with him, even if it was just for one night. Granted, he hadn't been with many women since leaving home, but he'd been with enough to know what they liked or didn't like in general.

"Okay," he said after collecting his thoughts. He stroked the side of her face tenderly and while keeping in close contact with her heavenly body, he informed her, "We'll keep going, but no matter what, if you aren't feeling up to doing more, you promise to tell me, and we'll stop right away."

He realized this right here was the most effort he put into being with a woman, someone he wanted to make truly happy, a person who would hopefully accept him for who he was really was when that particular time came for the big reveal. They hadn't even known each other that long, but everything seemed to fall into place for them, slotted perfectly like they were missing pieces finally reunited.

Eyes now closing, he resumed kissing her swollen lips once more as he had her help with removing her bottoms. His fingertips graced her panties along the way, and he couldn't resist sliding a couple of fingers between her thighs. He let out a soft sigh against her mouth when he stroked her feminine folds, already feeling how wet she was for him. One finger gently pushed inside her, where he slowly pumped in and out, all the while his own sex was anxiously throbbing behind his clothes. He wouldn't rush this, especially if this was her first time. He had to go slow, making sure she was ready for what would come next.

"You alright?" he whispered against her mouth as he dipped his head down and spread kisses along her neck and shoulders. He decided to slip another finger into her and started pumping a little faster. Lips brushed along her moist skin as he asked her, "Tell me what you like?"

He almost looked shocked by her confession. The thought of being this intimate with someone had never crossed her mind before - it didn’t help her case any when nine out of ten times she tried to avoid people as much as humanly possible. She knew deep in her bones, that if she wanted him to let her go, he would. That WASN’T who he was, and she KNEW that without him even having to say the words.

Her cheek pressed against the palm of his hand. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop... Leon.” The words came out shaky, already missing the feel of his lips against her overly SENSITIVE flesh. She was trying to best to focus on the words he spoke... taking in a deep breath, she held it, and finally managed to shake her head, letting him know that she was agreeing. After a moment that breath was quickly released.

Just like magic his hands were back on her, touching and feeling - exploring every part of her until they had managed to slide her out of her shorts. She had long forgotten that they were basically at a public place, close to the beach, and if people began to show up and wonder past them... well - they were going to get their eyes filled with more than they had expected. Her senses should have told her to drag him into the back of the van with her where they could close the doors behind them... but his hands worked magic like Criss Angel with a deck of cards - BLOWING her mind.

He pressed his face back to her neck, his stubble skating over the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck, his lips brushing over her… and then one of his hands slid lower - It was quickly followed by an eagerness of her sex clenching with a need she could fathom. A shiver danced down her spine when fingers brushed against the same spot the fly of his jeans had been teasing so viscously.

Then a single digit slipped deep inside her. She practically felt her bottom lift from the van floor as her gripped tightly to the back of his neck. The other hand was still very much ATTENDING to his rock-hard package with slow gentle strokes of her fingers wrapped around him. Her forehead came to a rest against his, her lips parting as long deep and heavy breaths fell from her. Her eyes locked so intensely on his. Skin grew incredibly warm and every cell of her body tingled and ached. When the second digit was added, both arms grasped around his neck as if she were hanging on for dear life. She could no longer concentrate on anything other than that one wickedly pleasing sensation.

Now that his lips were back on her neck, she turned her face towards him so he would hear her, matching her tone to his. “Yes...”

His next question, however, almost gave her pause. It was so hard to think, to form any kind of wording that had rhyme or reason - and basically, she wasn’t sure what she liked - other than what he was doing.

“Everything you’re doing,” she confessed after pulling the words together. Her thighs shook and trembled from the tremendous heat that building inside her. A deep moan rose from her chest and spilled forth another truth... “I love your lips...”

He withdrew his fingers, now slick with her honey, and while rubbing the sensitive pearl of her clit, whispered right back, “Love yours, too…”

It was easy to lose himself in her kisses alone. The things her mouth could do to his cock would make him nut prematurely, but they could always do that later. Right now, he just wanted to bury himself inside her. The way she teased his sex and worked him up elicited more animalistic sounds. The primal urges he had needed to be released.

He gently brushed her hand aside in order to pull his dick out of his boxers. His boxers along with his pants were then pushed down his ass—yeah, whoever made the mistake of coming around to this side of the van would get a full moon in the middle of the day. Not that he really cared about getting caught, because he was too wrapped up with Tatum to worry about being indecent.

With care, he scooted them both up into the van until Tatum was on her backside, and he was positioned between her thighs. Their hands were laced together, their eyes locked with one another, their noses just barely touching. While it was by no means his first time, he was still nervous. He didn’t want to ruin this moment for her.

With a lick of his lips, he rubbed his tip between her lower lips, already groaning at the sweet, slick feel of her skin down there. The delicious wet sounds their bodies made together was music to his ears, and they weren’t even completely joined yet. After giving her hands a squeeze, he angled himself just right and carefully started to slid into her warmth.

“Fuck…!” he hissed as he closed his eyes and let out a strained groan. She was incredibly hot and tight, so damn GOOD, that it took everything he had not to burst inside her.

His words caused her eyes to all but flutter into the back of her head. She whispered his name again and again each time he moved his hand - her hips begged to move in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. It was too much but at the same time, it wasn’t ENOUGH.

Every time his hips bucked against her hand, her inner walls clenched with the thought of more than just his fingers being inside her. Her body arched into him, her mouth falling open in a breathy moan. The more sounds that spilled from deep inside his chest made the ache between her thighs grow. Hearing him groan like that, it was worth its weight in gold.  If nothing else that alone would have been enough to INTOXICATE her.

A whimper broke her lips when her hand was briefly moved away from him - eyes springing wide as she watched him reveal himself to her. Her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip trying so desperately to conceal another whine. There was nothing INDECENT about the sight before her eyes.

Now laying on her back in the back of the van, she broke her lips away from her teeth - eyes locked on his.

“I love all those sounds you make,” she confessed now that her senses were slowly trying to come back to her without the sensation of his fingers working inside her. This was the moment she’d been thinking about... it was here and it was no dream. Her fingers curled and her grip on his hand got tighter - maybe a little tighter than she should have allowed - but keeping her strength in check was the FURTHEST thing from her mind.

Her eyes fluttered behind half closed lids when she felt him brush against her with such ease from the wetness she had created. Within an instant her eyes clamped shut and her back arched deeply from the van floor when he penetrated her - stretching her walls to make a PERFECT fit for him. He filled her to the brink and she cried out, the sound ending in a guttural moan of his name. Her body now trying to adjust to the new sensation. It was slightly uncomfortable - but wasn’t that to be expected?

When he swore, her grip on his hand became too tight her knuckles began to turn white. He wouldn’t even have to touch her to get her off if he kept that up for very long. After a few moments, her eyes finally reopened, her back settling once more against the soft blanket. She could only imagine how RAVAGED she must look - her lips were swollen, her skin marred from his beard - her lids were heavy with need, her eyes shining, her skin glowing. Her silken walls clamped around him like a vice.

“Ok... ay... I’m okay...” she breathed with a shaky voice.

The second she gave the O-K confirmation, his vigor was fully renewed. NOT that it ever went away to begin with, but his top concern was caring for her and catering to whatever she wanted, but as soon as her body responded in the best way to his invite, and she said she was fine, then it was full speed again. He just couldn’t get over how incredible she felt, so snug and tight, fitting him like a glove.

Taking some needed breaths, he lowered his head so that his temple rested against hers as he started rolling his hips, then thrusting steady, drawing forth more pleased moans from the sweet friction their bodies created together. He soon found that perfect rolling tempo, allowing his dick to pull out of her wet heat, only to slam back into her core. Back and forth, the sound of sex soon mingled with the creaking van as it swayed to and fro from the movements within.

“Shit,” he grunted, his panting sharp with each thrust he made into her, “it’s like… you were fucking made just for me…”

He sounded delirious. Perhaps he was. His mind and body were consumed with wave after wave of heated bliss. He couldn’t get enough of her.

At one point, he managed to unclasp her bra. Without missing his stride or slowing down, he arched himself just enough so he could fondle her perky breasts. He loved the feel of her diamond hard nipples beneath his palms. Even more so if she were to ride on top of him next time and have these babies scrape and bounce off his pecs.

Already his shirt was soaked with sweat as he sensed his climax on the horizon. His pacing moved harder and faster, the world around him becoming a heated blur. The only real clear focus for him was Tatum beneath him as she rode him like a champ.

“So good,” he whimpered, his voice nearly cracking from the sheer pleasure of it all, struggling to maintain control for much longer. “You feel… so fucking good, baby…!”

The van now carried a heavy scent of their mixed fulfillment. The sensation of their tongues exploring each other’s created a warm sensation in her chest. Her hands only broke away from his so that her fingers and palms could explore his toned muscular chest. Both sets of hips rocking in PERFECT sync too, finding that one magical rhythm that would send them both over the edge.

The moment his hips began to roll, he elicited sharp moans from her time and time again. Hands came to rest on both sides of his ribs with nails biting roughly against his skin. Sweat beaded from both their brows from their combined BLISS, and the heat of the sun shining in on them. Her breath visibly hitches, her chest noticeably rising as she deeply breaths in and out.

God, the way he moaned and swore in delight - the longest and loudest moan so far drew from her lips and crashed against his own.

“Just like that...” she breathed heavily. “Don’t stop...” she begged... The words he spoke had not only her body SPIRALING out of control, but her mind as well.

She was lost in a sea of pure unadulterated bliss.  All this time she had saved herself for that one special person who could make her heart jump from her chest with just a mere smile. Now, bright golden hues remained focused on the reward of that wait.

When his hand undid her bra and moved to her breasts, she desperately wanted to rip and tear any shred of clothing that still remained between them - anything that prevented them from being FULL flesh on flesh.

Just like that his pace quickened, hardened - to the point that the heat building inside her felt like a volcano that was ready to blow.

"My - hah! God!” she cried out again, hearing those words spilling from him. The look in his eyes - a look as if she were the only person in the world that mattered to him... all it took was a couple more deep thrusts before her eyes clamped shut, mouth falling open with her back arching deeply. “Oh my fucking... God...” she whined as every nerve ending in her body twitched and spasmed with her orgasm crashing straight through her.

Now both elbows rested on each side of her face as he started to lose himself as much as she had. Every swift, hard, pulsating thrust brought him closer and closer to the edge. He listened to the wanton sounds she made, every sharp breath she took in and let out, followed by the creaking of the van as it supported their frantic movements. His brows furrowed, and whenever she cried out, he let out his own pleasured moan. He couldn't resist reaching down and stroking her clit even as he relentlessly pounded her. Everything he was feeling with her was pitch perfect. Not even his wildest imagination could bring forth such passion and excitement as reality blessed them with.

He didn't even have to ask if she was having an orgasm. Her soulful exclamation, followed by the arch of her backside and the warm honey that slathered his cock was his answer. The flush of her cheeks and the closed eyes told their own story of how much she enjoyed her first time having sex.

"You looked so... fucking beautiful..." he whispered between ragged breaths as he continued rocking his hips against her. His own release was surging like a tidal wave prepared to crash onto the beach. Wet, open-mouthed kisses were placed on her neck as he relentlessly pumped between her thighs. There'd be bruises left on them both when all was said and done, ones that would have noisy people question them, but it was all so worth it.

His face contorted in what almost looked like pain as he reached the point of no return. His breath came out short and choppy, the heat of his skin almost unbearably hot, and stars burst in his mind's eye as the ferocious tear of his orgasm spilled forth, filling her with his seed.

Both of their bodies heaved as they gasped for breath. Somehow, he maintained the strength to keep much of his weight off her by still balancing himself on his elbows, but he didn't dare think of pulling his spent cock out of her warmth. It would almost be a sin to separate himself from her.

"GodDAMN!" he breathed, still trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate down as he kept his position above her. His eyes seemed to glow with intensity in the aftermath of satisfying sex. With tender care, he ran his fingers along her damp bangs. A sly grin formed on his face as he went on to say, "For a virgin? You weren't too shabby."

He was teasing, he just couldn't resist. Tatum literally rocked his world, and no matter what, he couldn't DREAM of anyone else making him weak in the knees like she did.

Almost instantly it felt like her body was going to crawl out of her own skin when he began to knead her clit with his fingers. Never has she felt such an INTENSE pleasure. Mouth and eyes as wide as they’d go as her body throbbed with pleasure. She has to remind herself to breathe because the world her was spinning in all directions. Her nails bit at his skin enough to leave a burning wake in their path. Her body gasped and pulsed all around him, and she was almost glad when he moved his hand back to her hip to steady her... She was absolutely floating - dancing upon clouds that lead to heaven’s doorway.

It gave her peace of mind knowing that he was enjoying himself every bit as much as she was. Nerves had gone wild with her in fear that being so INEXPERIENCED that maybe she wouldn’t be good and that she would disappoint him - but that certainly didn’t sound like what had taken place.

Her eyes flew back open at his compliment, a TRIUMPHANT smiling wining over her features. Teeth scrapped over her bottom lips, feeling the way he throbbed inside her - each pulsating motion bringing a new rush of goosebumps over her skin. She felt him rest his forehead against her shoulder blade with wet open-mouthed kisses, the weight of him comforting now that his pace dramatically slowed to a crawl.

They were soon both panting and sweating, grunts escaping gritted teeth and bruised lips between their kisses and nips. Not even in her WILDEST of imaginations could have dreamed this moment any more perfect - not a single thing would she have wished done differently. The world and stars collided, placing them EXACTLY where they needed to be - and when they had needed to be there - or so that was what it had felt like.

Her heartbeat thrummed in her chest, but it was slowing now that he just rested above her. Both her hands moving too that her soft fingertips touched both sides of his face affectionally. Her own eyes carried an unusual glow to them - shinier, brighter - even her skin GLOWED in a whole new light. She couldn’t help but laugh at his teasing remark.

“Well, considering you stole my innocence, it’s a good thing you didn’t leave me disappointed. Could have ruined sex for me forever, you know?”

Her lips curved into a smile just before she let out a laugh.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Speeding

Featured Couple: Tatum & Leon

Leon scooped Tatum off the bed and sat her down on his lap with her knees on both side of him. His hands slid up until they grabbed her ass. With his head tilted back, his eyes took on a much brighter green glow as he gazed longingly at her beauty. The two of them just made way too much sense to part for any reason. He would do anything and everything to protect what was most precious to him, what belonged to him. He couldn't help but think about his twin, who was still out there somewhere, most likely lurking in the shadows since that became a part of who he was in the present. Rory acted like he wanted Tatum, and came so close to defiling her, but he only did it to spite his older twin. Whatever Leon had, Rory would take for himself because he felt it was owed.

Now cupping her face, Leon claimed her lips with his. Eyes closed, he kissed her harder, almost melting into her, as if to once again ensure her that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe.

Choking on a surge of emotion, Tatum’s eyes dropped to catch his when he pulled her onto his lap. How many times had they touched? In how many ways? Hundreds. Thousands. It was countless, and yet it felt like the first time she was feeling his skin against hers. Her fingertips playing thoughtfully in the back of his hair as her arms draped over his shoulders.

He smelled so good, so perfect, and something deep inside her slid into place, a missing piece she hadn’t realized was missing. A piece she hadn’t wanted to admit was missing. Because she needed it, like the air in her lungs, and the thought of living life without it for even one more second had her gasping his name against his lips.

A thousand words hovered on her tongue. None of them came out, nothing but… "I love you..."

"Love you too, baby," he groaned, his eyes half-closed with desire. His whole body hummed with excitement, and hearing those words only made his need for her that much more intense.

Carefully, but swiftly, he shifted their bodies until she was laying on her back and he was on top of her. Making sure not to put too much of his weight on her, he kissed her once more, with much more urgency. It was crazy how much he wanted and desired one person. He used to think that having a twin meant always having that other half of him out there somewhere. But having someone he truly loved, someone he would die for in a heartbeat, he realized that his missing half wasn't his brother, but rather, it was her. She filled the void in his heart he didn't think had been missing until she came into his life and showed him what living for someone else was all about.

His stubble scratched against her jawline as he kissed her neck and slid a hand underneath her shirt. He couldn't help but chuckle all of a sudden as he sat up on his elbows and peered down at her.

"How long 'til your parents get back?" he asked, feeling like a teenager treading on the fine lines of delinquency, of having an entire house to himself and his girlfriend.

She bit the edge of her lips and hummed when he quickly rolled her on to her body and hovered above her. She whimpered and grasped him tighter, pressing closer, kissing him harder. The little wound she’d given her lips a few minutes ago burned under the pressure, but the pain only edged the heady sensation of his mouth against hers again.

This time she knew without a shadow of a doubt that this really was Leon. Every single touch of his hands and lips completely confirmed that. Nothing felt wrong or out of place.

A deep whine fell from her lips when the stubble bit into her skin. Her body shivered as goosebumps rose to meet his touch. Finger dug into the sheets almost in protest when her skin was void of lips - only to hear a little chuckle falling from him.

Her eyes caught with his - her face flushed. A brow lifting at his question. She hadn't even stopped to think they were at her parents’ house. Teeth sank back into her lips before she answered. "I have no idea. Maybe you lock the door... or we can head back to the bunker... OR..." She stressed that last part. "We can jump into the car and find us a nice little hidden spot somewhere - if you think you can't wait that long." A devious smile shot across her lips.

He met her smile with a roguish one of his own.

"I dunno," he said as he continued to "trap" her body with his. "We gotta go the speed limit and all, and y'know how bad traffic gets around here come evening..."

He was obviously teasing, and she knew that, but he loved how he could joke with her and she'd joke right back at him. A beautiful woman who was not only deadly but also had a healthy sense of humor all around.

Now sitting back on his heels as he continued to straddle her, all so that he could continue to gaze down on her, he said, "Better to play it safe and just drive as far as we can 'til..."

Even after saying that, he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it over his shoulder. With a hungry look in his eyes, he leaned down and lavished attention on her neck as his hand caressed her breasts through her shirt. He breathed in her warmth and her scent, and it was beyond apparent that he was ready to take her to paradise right here, right now. There was something about having sex and the possibility of getting caught that was thrilling on its own. Who was to say they couldn't fool around here and then take off afterwards to continue fooling around? If they were lucky, they could score at least a handful of times before they even made it back to the bunker.

Her brow playfully lifted when he began to question and yet she noticed her body was firmly stuck under his. “Cause if we get pulled over for speeding it's just going to add even more time. That would really suck all the way around.”

Oh, she knew he was teasing. Just like she knew that he knew - she wouldn't let him get up right now less the house was on fire and that would be pushing it.

"Until we can't wait any longer?" She finished out his statement watching as he pulled off his shirt. Her eyes lingered up and down his muscular chest. A pleased moan fell from her feeling his lips gracing her skin once more. Mindlessly she rolled her hips against his. He was already getting hard, the front of his jeans bulging, rubbing against her. She spread her legs until she was flushed against his hardness. Slowly her fingers trailed down his neck… and down his spine. She moved again, concentrating on his heavy length, on touching every inch of it with her thigh, arousal pooling between her legs.

Their kisses soon turned into fever-pitched clashing of lips and tongues. Without venturing far from her mouth, he reached down to undo her pants with her help. Kicking them off her legs along with her panties, they quickly worked on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. The pants were pushed down to his knees as her thighs were eased apart and he was able to line himself over her warm, wet, silken folds. For all of his swagger and charm, nothing lit his torch brighter than being one with someone who made him melt with the love and affection that she had for him. One look, one touch, and he was putty in her hands.

In one fluid motion, he pushed himself deep inside of her. As always, she was so tight and hot that he saw stars. His fingers wove themselves through her hair as he rocked his hips against hers. Being in her felt natural, like it always should've been this way.

As he continued moving against her hips, he groaned against her ear in a strained voice. "You feel so fucking good, baby..."

His thrusts went deeper and harder, his breathing much more choppy.

The moment he was inside her she responded breathlessly, her entire body digging back into the bed, her head drawing back into the pillow - her lips fell open, gasping.

"Remember the speed limit!!" God, how she was already trying to keep her voice down, keeping her moans at bay in case the parents ventured home before they were finished - but at the same time, a part of her didn't care if they did.

Her hands flew down to the middle of his back right above his ass, palms pressing firmly - her hips bucking forward to meet each one of his thrusts. His praise against her ear sent a whole new rush of goosebumps along her skin.

She was a slave to him at the moment, unable to do anything but scream as he fucked her, taking everything he wanted and she loved every second of it. Her eyes nearly rolled in to the back of her head because of how fucking good he felt inside her - even more so when he went deeper and harder inside her.

"Oh god…!" she cried out, feeling that familiar burn starting to build and spread through her body.

He loved when she screamed and every desirable sound she made for that matter. Not to mention how he loved how she clenched his dick within, urging him to work at harder, faster speed. One of his hands reached down and his fingers rubbed circles along her clit. It was building to an intense high that would leave him spellbound and her breathless. His own moans were becoming louder and unrestrained. He wasn't sure if he'd be capable of stopping if someone came into the room.

In absolutely no time, he was unhinged with how good and tight she felt. At the punishing pace he moved, he would've broken a human's hips or caused some severe bleeding. With her, he was able to completely cut lose and follow through what he craved without consequence. His head dipped into the crook of her neck as he ground himself back and forth on top of her, refusing to stop until they're both satisfied. His lips curled into a snarl, but there was nothing wicked or cruel about it, he just felt amazing all over.

"So fucking good," he groaned again as he maintained his hard pounding thrusts, unable to think of anything more eloquent to say. Even if they weren't having sex, sometimes the more crude vocabulary words had the same type of impact as the fancy, complicated ones. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna nut... I can't stop..."

As if either of them would be crazy for the other to stop. His whole body was on fire, he was sweating, and his eyes were squeezed shut. His peak was just on the horizon, and there would be many more after they left the house, but this first one would consume him in the best kind of way possible. And what better way to drown in pleasure than by pounding and thrusting into a hot woman writhing beneath him?

She damn near came undone the moment his fingers reached her clit. The pleasure was spreading - almost overwhelming as it felt like it was going to burn a hole right through her. Her face was so flush - her entire body shaky with the burning need for her release to swallow her whole and consume every part of her.

His pace became quicker and more demanding with his neck buried in her neck. One hand moved from his back, palm cupping around the back of his neck. Her breathing becoming more stained as her moans and praises grew louder.

Damn if she didn't think anything else could set her on fire his words did just that - pushing her to an all new high. Her hand tugged at his neck until their foreheads rested against one another. Her locks locked on his refusing to close her eyes for a second. Her lips parted with heavy moans. Each thrust causing their lips to brush together for mere seconds.

Her body spiraled out of control as all her muscles tightened for several seconds then began uncontrollably shaking. Her inner walls pulsated all around him... Her lips crashing against his between blissful praises and moans.

Even as he kissed her hard, his face contorted, and he moaned into her mouth while he pumped vigorously, non-stop. Her whole body shook and sweated for him, and he relished in the entire moment.

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips when he felt her cum all over his cock. Nothing felt better than knowing he helped her reach that level of ecstasy. Her touch around his neck was comforting and at the same time coupled with the heated sounds she made simply drove him faster and faster.

"You look so... so hot," he whispered between kisses. "Baby... so fucking hot... love it... love you..."

Now both elbows were propped on both sides of her head as that familiar, delicious wave of pleasure was unleashed. His movements became unrestrained, and he reached barbaric desperation as he came deep inside her--the need to claim her. A pleased, guttural sound came out from him as he sank down on top of her, yet he continued rolling his hips, pumping into her until he completely emptied himself.

His chest heaved as he finally came to a stand-still above her, but he managed to once again to ease himself up enough to remove much of his weight upon her. His green eyes were hazy, but that confident smile was ever present on his face.

Despite her heavy breathing, her fingers and hands adorned his skin - touching and feeling every inch of him that she could reach. She would never be able to get enough of being with him like this.

His own breathing as heavy as her own. He was so damn handsome which made it twice as hard for her to NOT want to touch him more. Everything about this man she loved and adored. Knowing all the lengths he'd gone through to ensure her own safety... it made her heart swell to new extremes.

There wasn't anything she wouldn't do for him - no lengths she wouldn't travel for him. Nothing meant more to her than him.

"I think you deserve several speeding tickets, mister," she finally joked once her breath had been caught.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

The Clarity To His Sanity

Featured Couple: Lucifer & Marie

There were a lot of things going on as of late, but Lucifer’s wife was first and foremost on his mind. Her safety would always be his top concern.

Over the past few days, he’d been picking up a disturbance from her. She was getting better at keeping her thoughts on a down low, and he did his best not to pry. Being almost all-knowing sometimes wasn't all it was cracked up to be - not to mention it made for some boring conversations.

After leaving Tatum in Leon's capable hands, he made a trip to Hell to make sure everything was still running smoothly in his absence. That was when he began picking up on these strange sensations that were pouring from his wife. He wasted no time in finding her at their home.

Walking into the room to seeing nothing appeared out of place, he leaned his shoulder against the door’s facing.

"Something on your mind?" He wasted no time in coming right out with it. If something was troubling her, he wanted to know about it. "Been picking up these strange vibes from you the past few days." He attempted to make light of the matter as to not upset her. "Please don't tell me you're second-guessing things after the idea of being married to the devil himself set in?"

Marie turned around from her seat on the sofa and sat up on her knees to address her husband. By now she was used to his abrupt arrivals wherever she was at. When they were first friends, she’d nearly have heart attacks whenever he’d pop up without making a sound.

Decked out in sweats and socks, it was difficult not to feel horribly under dressed compared to Lucifer, who was drop dead gorgeous in anything he wore – or didn’t wear, for that matter.

“I’ve been weighing the pros and cons in my head for a number of years now,” she teased before grinning stupidly. Okay, she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t contain herself any longer. It was incredible how much she missed seeing this man in the flesh. The last time she saw him was when he rescued her and her team in Luna Bay, and then there were the brief phone calls in-between, and that was it. To have him home brought a swell of joy that burst, and she could no longer hold back.

Socks and sweat pants - it was nice seeing her taking it easy. Lucifer was overly aware of how his wife always tried to look her best for him. Always being dressed up with her hair done and make up on when she knew he was going to be around. To a degree it bothered him a little that she always thought she had to look her best for him. The archangel hadn't fallen for her clothing or none of the above. The way she sat before him right now - she was still as beautiful to him as the day he first laid eyes on her.

She used her agility to leap over the couch and run right up to Lucifer. Arms were thrown around him and she buried her face into his chest as she embraced him. Nothing made her more complete than being able to touch him, to smell him, to hear his voice – everything he embodied, whether it be good or bad, she absolutely wanted to protect. Those thoughts played out so vividly in her mind that it could be seen from space – if such a thing were possible.

‘I want to protect you like you protect me and Luke. I need to know how to be there for you if you need me.’

He greeted her with open arms when she practically leaped from the sofa and into his arms. Both arms wrapped around her frame and pulled her close. He hated being away from her for such long periods of time. That was the main reason he was working behind the scenes, to make it possible for him to be able to spend more time with her and Luke.

He was taking back a little from the confession that just seemed to pour from her all at once. "Is that what all this is about? Why you've been having this strange vibe to you the past few days?" Lucifer couldn't help but smile a little. "Do you not realize how much you've already done for me? In my darkest hour, you pulled me back from the edge - you gave my existence a meaning, a reason. You protected me and saved me from my own demons." Both hands laid on each side of her face, holding her just right so they could look into each other’s eyes.

Her eyes watered, taking in everything he said. Hearing him say such words made her heart skip a beat. It brought comfort to the nagging self-doubts that plagued her when he wasn’t around. In her youth, she accepted the fact that she’d be a single mom and that guys would rather skip town than hang around someone who had such emotional baggage – but not Lucifer. In a way, being with him and loving him made the thought of being with any other man, regardless of species, utterly revolting.

She thought about the other women in her life, ones who wielded vast powers that were so raw, so visually appealing, and so downright powerful – she needed to stop comparing herself to them and accept that being who she was, what she encompassed, was more than enough for her husband? Enough for herself?

Unable to resist, she ran her fingers through his long, shaggy hair, loving the way it framed his chiseled face perfectly. It didn’t matter if this was a vessel (albeit his true one) that he currently possessed, because she would love him no matter what body he used. It was who he was within, his core self, that she would love forever.

“Then,” she said at long last, her voice a low whisper as she reached up using her tiptoes to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, “so be it. I’ll stop being so silly over this. I love you, Lucifer. You are my absolute everything.”

It humbled him in a lot of ways to see and know how much this woman cared about him. Never in his lifetime had he ever had someone care for him or to worry about his well-being. In all those long years, it angered him in knowing he was nothing more than a puppet having his strings pulled - but he lived with it, thinking he only needed himself. Then meeting her changed everything... she was the clarity to his insanity.

"I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you, Marie. I believe in you completely because you are my reason for life. You've bewitched me, body and soul, and I wouldn't want it any other way. Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide, but I'd walk Heaven and Hell for you. You're the best thing I never knew I needed." His thumbs brushed against the cheeks of her face until she had inched up on to her toes.

Maybe he just needed to remind her of just how much he loved her.

Within seconds, he had her pinned against the wall with his body, kissing her roughly, setting an almost demanding pace. His finger buried in the back of her hair, tugging at it slightly - just enough to draw her head back. Now his lips dropped away from her lips and took to her jawline. He left kisses and small bites down her skin on his way to her neck where he latched on, sucking and biting, leaving deep purple marks that would last for days.

Picking her up in his arms with legs around his waist to move the two of them to the bed. He laid her down on the bed and straddled her hips. Lucifer quickly pulled off her top then proceeded to push his button up shirt off of his broad shoulders and tore off his t-shirt. His hand made fast work of his belt and jeans then did the same with her sweat pants and the pair of panties she'd been wearing and tossed them all beside the bed - all but his belt.

"Put your hands above your head," he instructed with a grin.

High-strung on arousal and cheeks flushed, she shivered with delight as she slowly raised her hands up over her head, so thankful that they had bed posts. She couldn’t stop staring at how magnificent his body was sculpted. It was like seeing it for the very first time, so perfectly cut. Oh, how she wanted to run her hands along his chest and make a trail of kisses down his flat stomach, all the while touching that huge, thick, cock of his.

The marks he left on her neck throbbed almost in time with the sensation that grew between her own legs. It’d taken her a while to feel comfortable with her own body once she started sleeping with him. She hadn’t been as slender as either of her older twin sisters since before she became a mother, and since giving birth, she simply couldn’t shake off some of that extra weight gain. But the look and desire that ebbed from Lucifer every time they were alone like that reminded her that he thought she was perfect the way she was: mind, body, and soul.

“Please,” she begged, almost sounding breathless as her chest rose and fell with eager anticipation, her nipples rock hard for him. She was anxious to have him touch her all over again, to taste his tongue, to feel him inside of her, to be one with him. Never did she want something so badly as this breathtaking angel before her.

As soon as she raised her arms above her head like he'd instructed, he spoke again. "Don't move." A devilish smile rolled across his lips as he collected the belt from the bed and began strapping her hands to the headboard of the bed.

Leaning back, Lucifer admired his work while looking back and forth from her wrists to her eyes. "Damn, you're gorgeous." The mattress dipped as he moved to settle between spread legs - his large frame hovering over hers. Lowering himself down, he started out by kissing her deeply while his cool hand roamed her skin, feeling and touching every inch of her until they settled on her firm round breasts.

His mouth moved to her jawline, then along her neck, over the collarbone until he reached one of her breasts - taking one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting it harshly. Then he moved to the other peppering it with the same attention he had showed the other.

Her eyes fluttered shut, followed by the moans that came out of her mouth. She arched her back and cried out when her nipples were on the delicious receiving end of both pleasure and pain. Out of instinct she wanted to grab his hair and twist the locks between her fingers, but her hands remained restrained. A mild mix of both impatience and desire clashed within her as he showered her body with more of his leisurely cadence. She threw her head back as she lifted her toned legs to wrap across his broad backside.

“Fuck,” she cried out hoarsely, her pussy practically throbbing and aching for him. She couldn’t believe how much she missed this man; no amount of self-pleasure could take the place of all he could do to her. Once again, she instinctively tried to make a grab for him, but only to be reminded of the binds that tied her hands. Words alone couldn’t describe what she wanted to do to him, of how she wanted to hear him make all sorts of erotic sounds, and knowing she was the reason behind it all.

Another grin rolled against his lips, feeling both times she had attempted to move her arms. HIs hand lowered trailing down the side on her thigh when it wrapped around his waist. Quickly his hand drew back and collided with her thigh.

"I don't remember telling you that you could move yet." His grin only grew wider. All of this... right here and now was about showing her just how much he worshiped everything about her. How he'd change not a single thing about her.

His lips drew back to hers with his kiss becoming more frantic and desperate. His hands slipped between her thighs, pushing them both down to settle on both sides of him, to spread her legs wide. His hands moved again, with one fisting into her hair while the other slid between them. Grabbing his cock, he pressed it against her folds, rubbing for a moment. Lucifer broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers with eyes piercing hers. Smiling, he pushed him in slowly - almost painfully slow until he buried himself to the hilt.

After a moment, he pulled out all together and plunged back in. A pleasure moan drew from his lips being muffled by her own. His head dropped back down as he set a slow and steady pace.

"You feel so damn good.” He moaned out those words with his fist still tangled into her hair. His other arm was on the side of them, keeping him propped enough above her as to not crush her under his large frame.

The intense, aching need for him was felt the moment their eyes locked, when he gave her that nice crack against her thigh which elicited a sharp hiss of desire, and even more so when their bodies became one. She whimpered, then cried out over the complete connection they shared, loving the tight hold he had with her, the way he punished her, keeping her so close to him. It was overwhelming how damn good he felt as he moved inside her, sending wave after wave of absolute bliss up and down her body.

“Lucifer,” she whispered as she rolled her hips against his, clenched his cock, and relished over how he’d tap that delicious sweet spot in her core over and over again, which made her pleasure soar higher and higher. She dared not close her eyes, as she desperately needed to keep looking at him, to watch his own reaction to what they were doing together. This was a pleasant reminder that he loved her and that he’d always make her feel like the sexiest woman in his eyes.

“This…” she panted, then licked her lips, “I love this… I love YOU… fuck, baby, I missed this… fucking missed this so much!”

And rarely did she swear in such a manner, let alone drop the F bomb, but in moments like this, where her body was lost to his seduction, his touch, she couldn’t hold back. She would give absolutely anything and everything to protect her husband and make sure he was taken cared of in every sense of the word.

He was a little surprised hearing her drop the F bomb and it was apparent on his features. It even gave him a quick pause. He couldn't help but smile, because apparently, he was doing something completely right to have her speaking in the way she was. Oddly enough it spurred him on - wanting to hear more moans and praises falling from her sweet lips.

"I missed you too, baby." HIs lips dipped down to her collarbone, working to finish the mark he had started on earlier. It was probably a good thing her body healed as quickly as it did. A combination of teeth and cold breath beat against her skin with every thrust of his hips.

His slow and steady pace soon changed - his thrusts becoming harder and faster, more demanding. Every couple of thrusts caused him to moan and because of that, he started thrusting even harder. His hand let go of her hair to reach up and untangle her wrists from his belt. Lucifer groaned loudly, returning his hand to fist up in her hair tightly with eyes locking on hers. His hips now pounding into her so hard the sound of his of skin slapping together was almost over taking his moans of pleasure.

As soon as she was freed, her arms snaked around his neck and she crushed her mouth against his. One set of fingers eagerly raked through his tousled hair, grabbing and tugging with matched ferocity, as the other set dragged themselves down his powerful backside, hard enough to leave red, wet welts. If he’d been human, he would’ve been in serious trouble and he certainly wouldn’t have been able to heal himself. Her legs tightened around his waist as he continued to slam into her with such primal need.

“So… So good…!” she whispered against his mouth, her tongue furiously dancing with his. “Fuck, I’m almost… I’m gonna cum!”

That searing, swelling pleasure wasn’t going to stop. Her moans mingled with his, creating harmonious sounds that filled the room along with the squeaks of the bed. She was going to fall apart, swept in a hot white sensation. Seconds later, she did just that. Still refusing to look away, her eyes turned hazy, and she let out a rasping groan, as her entire body was racked with a powerful orgasm.

The burning path her nails left against his back had him growling against her lips. He returned the kiss roughly as he kept up his brutal pace - desperately wanting to every little sound he could elicit from her lips.

Her words sent a wave of heat straight to his core. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he was determined to make sure she was fully satisfied before he gave himself over. Lucifer changed his angle just slightly so that with each thrust he could hit that little sweat spot head on. Feeling her inner walls pulsating around him was pure ecstasy all in its own. The way her eyes locked on his - the way neither of them could take their eyes away from the other for not even a second - mixed with all the dirty talk he'd drawn from her... it was too much.

He came with a loud groan but refused to stop thrusting his hips until she had road her orgasm out to its fullest. He was almost breathless as he spilled his warm seed deep within her throbbing walls. Once they were both completely spent, his hips came to rest. His body lowered with his elbow kept him hovered about her just enough not to crush her.

"You're fucking amazing." A ragged breath fell from him.

She was panting heavily as she managed to caress the side of his face with the same hand that drew blood from his back. Her touch was so tender, so loving. Feeling that warm stickiness between her thighs made her smile. Though he wasn’t a wolf, it was his way of marking her. No other wolf (or male, rather) would be foolish enough to attempt to entice her, as she belonged to him and only him.

“You… you certainly put me… in my place…” she breathed, and it was followed with a warm, gentle smile. She couldn’t completely put down her insecurities, as it led her to getting nailed like she was a porn star. Only she wasn’t with a stranger or an actor, but with the man she loved; having that reassurance with him was always nice. Being told, and knowing, she was loved by Lucifer was more than enough to make her feel like the most powerful woman on earth.

He kissed her once more, only time gently and passionately. Never did he want her to have fears or doubts that she wasn't good enough for him. Never did he want her to think she had to be something more than what she was for him. She was amazingly perfect just the way she was.

Her words caused him to crack a laugh as he finally withdrew from inside her and crashed over on to the bed beside her. An overly stupid and cocky grin touched his lips.

"Well, in my defense - every now and then you do need a little reminder," he teased, stretching out one of his arms so that his hand could smooth down the flat of her stomach. "Next time I might have to pull out the cuffs." He teased again before rolling over on to his side to inch up close against her body.

In the time he was able to spend with her, he enjoyed being as close to her as he could.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

A Victim’s Compensation

Featured Couple: Sonya & Gunner

Gunner made sure to scrub extra hard until any possible trace of blood went down the drain along with the rest of the water. Even then, he cleaned himself from head to toe with the soaps in the shower. There was no trace of any wound whatsoever on his body, which only solidified the fact that the silver blade that sliced him open earlier hadn't spread any toxins within his system.

Sonya sat on the bed with her legs crossed over its edge as Gunner cleaned himself up. As the moments ticked by, the lingering smell of wolf’s blood began to clear the air. Soon enough, the sound of running water came to a halt.

Moments later Gunner emerged from the bathroom. Her brow rose seeing him dripping wet and covered with nothing but a towel. "Going to have to make the bedroom comfy until that floor is cleaned up."

"I smell like a walking commercial for all the damn soaps we got in there," Gunner said, and it was followed with a laugh. He turned off the lights of the bathroom before pausing to admire his wife's long, smooth legs. Despite getting stabbed in his own home hours ago, his appetite for her never once faded.

"Shit, maybe I should've waited 'til you got home to lure him into a false sense of security," he playfully mused as he made his way over to the bed, the towel gradually slipping from his grasp and falling to the carpet.

Her eyes trailed up and down her naked husband as he stood in front of her. "I don't know... I'm sort of liking the way things turned out." A smile broke her lips before hands reached up to let fingers trail along his stomach and chest.

"Then again, you do know if you wanted to get me into bed, all you had to do was ask." Her eyes flashed up to catch with his... that little smile hitting the corner of her lips growing. "Or you could have just got naked to begin with."

"You're right," he growled as he bent down and captured her lips with his into a fierce kiss. He used his weight to lay her down on the bed, where he was quick to climb on top of her. His hands roamed her body as his mouth and tongue soon left trails along her lips and neck.

"All part of an elaborate plan to get you like this," he joked, his breath heavy against her moist skin at the crook of her neck. It was no joke, though, the way he loved touching her body, feeling the valleys and curves as if getting to know them for the very first time.

The kiss soon ignited a different kind of hunger in her. Her left arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him almost flush against her. She released a small hiss when she felt his hard shaft pressed against her belly. Her eyes nearly fluttering to the back of her head feeling his warm rugged hands trailing the curves of her body.

"Clever, Little Wolf," she teased back. Her fingers went through the back of his hair. "God, I love your mouth," she groaned as his lips and tongue danced across her neck. But impatiently, she drew his face back up to hers, kissing him hard - hooking her left foot around his leg drawing his knee between her legs. Reaching down, she grabbed his ass pulling him against her in a hard grind.

"Little, huh?" he playfully growled as he grabbed a hold of himself and tapped his long, thick, strained cock against her flat stomach. Even through what little clothes she had on, there was no doubt she could feel his heat between the sheer fabric. His need for her was desperately rising; and while he didn't fear for his life earlier, it would've been a royal pain in the ass to not be able to enjoy moments like this with his wife if he were taken out by such inconveniences as murder attempts.

"Lady's choice," he said huskily as he stroked his dick in his hand slowly, his eyes peering deep into hers. "I can take you on your back like this, or on your hands and knees...?"

She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, the red of her irises sparkling like rubies. Her arms were hooked under his shoulders and around his back, fingernails already beginning to dig crescents into his skin. While she greatly enjoyed him taking her from behind, she was desperate to have him inside her.

"Now..." she insisted, her hands moving from his back to frantically hike up her long dark skirt. The ache between her legs grew to new heights. An arm lifted to hook back around his neck, her hips angling just right to line him you with her throbbing entrance. Just feeling the tip of him against her has her lips falling apart with a heavy breath.

With the tight grip she had over him, there was no way he was escaping (not that he'd ever dream of wanting to leave). A fang peeked out from his lips as he smiled, eyes filled with heated lust. The pain from her nails drew a hiss of pleasure as he had enough room with her help to center himself.

Just hearing her said that word "now" drove him crazy. He couldn't resist rubbing his tip between her wet folds, which drew out a shudder from him. He wanted to tease her a little more, but dammit, at this rate, he was going to nut right here instead of doing it the right (and frankly more fun) way.

He eased himself inside, letting out a moan of pleasure as her heat and tightness surrounded him. That deep connection between them coursed without missing a beat. His face was twisted with pleasure as he started to pull back out just a bit, only to ram deep back inside her. From there began a steady and hard pace of constant friction between two slick bodies.

God, she loved this man and no matter how many times they were together like this, she'd never get tired of it, and she'd never stop wanting him like this - never stop wanting to feel her inner walls wrapping around him as he stretched her wide.

The moment he gave in and sheathed himself inside her, her head dug back into the bed, her lips parting with such a moan of pleasure. An instantaneous rush of heat spilled through her entire body until it settled directly between her thighs.

She lost all sense of time and place, leaving nothing but this second, this second where it was just him. His soft hair in her hands, his harsh wet pants against her cheek, his forehead digging into hers, her hard nipples scraping against his chest. Her hips rocking in perfect rhythm with his.

"You're so fucking incredible!" she hissed between moans.

He breathed deeply and moved faster with each thrust. The sounds she made was music to his ears.

"You... so fucking... good!" he panted, a film of sweat forming across his face. Never did she look more beautiful and sexy than she did beneath him and making those sweet, breathy noises. He weaved his fingers through her thick, red tresses, and cradled her head in his palm as he arched his hip at an angle, where he was able to nail her even deeper and quicker. His other hand caressed and played with the side of one of her breasts, his thumb flicking the hard nub back and forth.

"Damn, baby, I can feel you getting close," he groaned, his eyes become half-lidded. "I wanna see how good it makes you feel getting fucked like this."

Jesus, the way he spoke those words it felt like he set her soul on fire. She was out of this world. Her mouth hung open in wild pants, her eyes closed, cheeks high-colored and heated. Her inner walls clenched around him tighter with each thrust.

"Yes... Fuck! I love having you fuck me!" She was lost in him, completely at his mercy. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream against his jaw. The adjusted angle of his hips was all it took to drive her home.

"Fuck! Harder!" she cried out as her orgasm ripped straight through her. Her eyes now locked on his. Her hands flew to his shoulders, holding on as she rode out her orgasm. Her inner walls pulsed around his hard thick shaft, pulling him in deeper. It took all of her will power to not sink her nails deep into the flesh of his arms. "So fucking good!" she cried out in hard pants.

His eyes flashed gold as her body responded to his whims. She never failed to show how undeniable gorgeous she was whenever she came undone. The bond they shared gave him that delicious whiplash effect and the intense, white heat she felt coursed through him.

A deep, hunger filled growl escaped as he continued pumping between her thighs.

"Make it hurt, darlin’," he whispered as he felt his own desires prepared to spill forth. "You... wanna hang on? You fucking hang onto me with... everything you've got..."

That inner coil within him tightened and was seconds from springing forth. He buried his face into her neck and slammed into her with everything he had. His whole body heaved on top of hers, hips grinding. A fierce groan was heard as he came hard, filling her with his hot seed.

The very moment he said 'Make it hurt,' her eyes fluttered, and her fangs extended. Her head snapping forward to bear down into his neck since it was now nice and close to her face. She moaned between thrusts, between each little swallow of his blood. His pleasure, her pleasure, it all blinded together in one blinding hot fury.

She knew the precise moment his own need gave away with him. Her nail dugs a burn path at the back of his neck as he filled her with his own release.

Her mouth retracted from his skin only to have her tongue lick at the puncture holes she placed in his neck - kiss gracing each spot with a gentleness until no more blood come forth.

Her head dropping back against the bed - body humming beneath him. "Damn... I may have to start luring a few poor unexpecting souls into this house... because that was mind blowing." A smile graced her lips as she turned her head to face his, kissing his lips softly.

A tired but relieved smile appeared across his lips as he kissed her right back. He could still feel that delicious pattern of her tongue on his neck along with that hot, throbbing sensation of the bite marks. Like a viper, she struck and everything turned into fireworks.

Carefully he pulled himself out of her and lay down next to her. He heaved deep breaths as he drew her up against him.

"That's... a damn good idea..." he said as he propped his chin on top of her head. "Not so bad... having surprise attacks like that. Shit, should advertise more hunters at this rate...!"

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Mirror, Mirror

Featured Couple: Zoe & Colin

By the time they cleaned up the mess outside and got inside, Zoe’s arm was pretty much healed. A little sensitive still but nothing she couldn't manage. In their bedroom bathroom, she managed to clean up all the blood that had stained her skin.

The once white sink was now covered in not only her blood but the blood of a stranger who had insulted her and her daughter. While she did her best to keep her anger in check, she didn't feel sorry for taking his life. She was simply tired of people treating her and her family like a pack of stray dogs.

She could hear Colin in the bedroom - undoubtedly changing out of the clothing he had been wearing. As she stood in front of the mirror, she took a long hard look at herself. Over and over she could still hear Sonya's words vibrating inside her head, judging her parenting skills... judging everything about her - even her ability to spark a fire within her own husband. Not to mention she was still reeling from the conversation she had with her father.

After pulling her hair down and letting her long brown locks of hair fall freely over her shoulders, she made her way into the bedroom. Silently she watched as Colin took off his shirt and discarded it to the side. He turned and their eyes locked, but she said nothing. There is a look of hunger burning deep in her eyes. Still, she said nothing but instead slowly closed the gap between them. Along her way she reached up, grabbing the straps of her dress from her shoulders, then letting them fall to the floor around her feet. She only stopped when there was a step or two separating them.

Colin held his breath as he couldn’t help but stare at his wife’s beautiful, gloriously naked form. His mind reeled back to what took place not even an hour ago, where he watched as she destroyed that dhampir, tearing him piece by piece, showing Gwen’s sister that she’d better think twice about setting foot on their property again. Witnessing that ferocity from Zoe stirred a fire within him. In the past, fighting was just a part of life, something he didn’t have to think twice about doing, because he was just that good at it. It almost became mindless… Because after all, he was only a tool for humans to exploit however they saw fit. That all changed when he met Zoe, who showed him he was capable of being more than just some “robot.” Through her, he actually LIVED life for once… and yet, if he had to live this life all over again, go through the same trauma and all, he would endure everything if it meant having that chance with her again and again, never ending, never wanting to change.

Closing the gap between them, Colin cupped the sides of her face as he dipped his head down and kissed her. He caressed her lips with his own before allowing his tongue to slip inside and play with hers. She tasted like fine wine, so rich and earthy. He could have gotten drunk off her kiss alone, but his body wanted—no, craved more.  

His hands slid down her neck and shoulders as he continued to kiss her so sweetly, until his fingers danced upon the surface of her breasts. Unable to resist, he caressed them, welcoming the soft mounds against the roughness of his own hands. They were hands that tore through flesh and shattered bones, but with his wife, he worshiped her body as if she was a goddess deserving such glorious praise.

Maybe it was the events from earlier that sparked this fire inside her - maybe it was just all the events over the past few weeks all finally settling in. No matter the reason, she was not ashamed of it, not when it came to her husband. There was no one she loved more. She knew that no matter what she did, he wouldn't judge her for it... and this? No judgement at all... just enjoyment for the both of them. The both of them could honestly say their lives were saved and made anew because of the other.

The second he touched her, she pushed up onto her toes, eagerly returning his kiss. It was soft and chaste, her lips capturing his with an ease that settled something deep inside her. The kiss quickly turning into something more needy and wanting. Her hands scrambled up his arms for something to hold onto as he gripped her breasts, relentless and unforgiving. A deep breath rolled from her and spilled against his lips.

She shuddered, goosebumps erupting over her skin. They sent another shiver ripping down her spine, and another. The goosebumps spread everywhere: her chest, her stomach, her breasts, peaking her nipples into hard little beads that ached. Blood rushed in her ears, her heart pounded, and heat swamped her veins.

"I need you..." The words were spoken almost breathlessly.

Without saying anything, he leaned into her and urged her to walk backwards until they reached their bed. Letting her back rest against his sturdy hand, he gently lowered her onto the mattress, his lips never far from hers, his eyes closed as he savored every moment he shared with her. His body slid across hers, welcoming the warmth of her skin upon his. Though he was only a half-vampire by blood, his skin was still cooler compared to hers, and touching her caused a delicious surge of warmth to fan across his body.

His lips would be sore before the day was through, but he couldn’t help it. He loved kissing her, as much as he loved feeling her body as they laid together in bed at night. Waking up to her sweet face reminded him of how lucky he was in life. Not only to have her as his wife, but the mother of his child.

Regrettably he pulled away from her long enough to free himself from pants and underwear. He did it in a way that was rather graceful, but it matter not how he did it, just as long as he was able to return to her arms, which he readily did so once he was freed of any barrier between them. Once more, he was complete with her, able to kiss her again, join hands, and most importantly, position himself between her legs.

The need for her was more than apparent as his hips slid against hers. His swollen cock nudged her inner thighs and a gentle sigh escaped from his mouth.

“I can’t wait,” he moaned between heavy kisses.

Despite how they chased each other, he still eclipsed her, surrounding her, swallowing her up, and she loved every moment of it. The bend of her legs collided with the bed before she even realized they were moving, but instead of falling back, Colin gently held on to her guiding her to the soft bed.

Heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes were the only sounds for a moment as she watched him undress in front of her. She missed this, missed how he looked at her, half-drunk with need that matched her own. Her body was swimming in desire and need for him - if possible, she'd swear her insides felt as they were about to catch on fire.

As he rejoined her on the bed, the swollen head of his cock rubbed up her cleft, and then back down, nudging her entrance. Her eyes all but practically swam into the back of her head.

"Then don't..." she breathed out to him.

His skin was cool against her warm palms, her nails scraping against his muscles. God, just the sight of his muscular body was enough to send red hot spikes all throughout her body. His abs stood out in stark relief, the lines of his body harsh and rigid, a wall of pure muscle. He had always been well-defined. She flattened her hands to his stomach and smoothed them. She was transfixed by the feel of his cool, silky skin over such hardness, her fingers ghosting over his taut nipples, his rock-hard pecs…

"Colin…" She was but begging now. She needed to feel him inside her now more than ever.

The way she said his name, pleading with him, absolutely needing him, made his cock throb even more. He leaned in, but before he allowed himself the pleasure of taking her, he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. The sudden, swift motion caused her breasts to jiggle, making his mouth water at the mere sight of those dusky nipples. The hunger for her grew with such intensity that he didn’t even realize the tight grip he had over her as he moved his lips to her neck, where he teased her lower jawline with the tip of his tongue. Her soft skin tasted like honey, and he couldn’t get enough. He lapped at her throat, nibbling ever so gently with his fangs.

His pulse beat frantically like wild drums as he eagerly positioned himself between her legs once more. After some teasing rubs with his tip, he slowly pushed himself into her wet heat, and not even halfway through he closed his eyes and shuddered in delight. A wave of pleasure swept through him as he sank as deep as he could, feeling her tight body clench at his manhood, and just as he proceeded to pull out, he slammed right back into her.

The heat and friction in just those early moments nearly caused him to go over to the edge, but he couldn’t do that, not to himself and certainly not to his wife. It took every ounce of willpower not to come undone, so he scaled back just a bit, but thrust deep and hard enough to hopefully allow her to enjoy it as much as he clearly was so close to losing his mind.

She breathed, arching her back from the bed her legs winding around him, her nails scrabbling against his skin. It was an overwhelming sensation feeling his lips, tongue, and hands trailing all across her body. Her body buzzed on a high she doesn't want to come down from. A whimper drew from her lips as his fangs nipped so teasingly at her neck. It wasn't until he grabbed both her hands and pinned them above her head that she swore she was going to come undone before he even got inside her. A shiver shot down her spine and reached the tip of her toes.

"More..." She was literally begging at this point.

Her back bowed, her eyes squeezing shut as he filled her to the brim. The pressure was incredible, his girth stretching her nearly to the point of pain. She felt him in every inch of her body and it stole the air right out of her lungs... Each hard thrust drew another loud moan from her. Her fists balled tightly above her head still pinned by his hands.

Burning need arched through her, the pressure changing, her slickening inner walls clamping down on him.

"Colin..." She dragged his name out, tasting every single syllable. “Oh… god!” she cried. There was just something about Colin taking charge like this that had her body erupting over and over again. Her hips bucked finding a perfect rhythm to match his thrusts. The mind-numbing pressure deep in her core coiling tighter and tighter like a rubber band threatening to break.

His mouth found hers in a powerful, soulful kiss as he continued to swiftly bury himself into her heat, pull out, only to ram back inside, over and over again with the tension constantly building. He kept the pressure on her wrists just hard enough so she couldn’t move, but allowing the rest of her body to enjoy the pleasures they created together as one.

The bed beneath them creaked as their hips ground against one another. Deeper, harder, faster they moved, his stamina allowing him to not slow down or halt. Every thrust was perfectly precise, slamming deep into her core that sent shockwaves of sensation all over. If Zoe were human, he was sure he would’ve broken a few bones with how hard he was nailing her, but since this wasn’t the case, it allowed them both to enjoy the rough, course, unyielding nature that was primal sex.

The absolute, downright need in her cries made him snap. No longer could he maintain much control. Rearing up, he finally released his hold over her wrists, just so he could pull her close and drive himself as hard as he could into her body. Burying himself as far deep as he could, he closed his eyes and nestled his face into her hair as one wild thrust later, he reached his peak and emptied himself into her.

Their lips crashed together with stinging force. She was mindless with want, with need, too far gone to appreciate how pivotal this moment was, how much she was giving him, how this very moment was the start of a change for them. Pleasure assaulted every inch of her of her body. She cried out against his lips, drowning in him, in what he was doing to her and how he was doing it.

It was too much, too fast, and she felt her release peaking before she knew what was happening. It was a white hot burn that started deep in her core, searing through her in the blink of an eye, leaving a trail of fire along the edge of her nerves, making her skin tingle, her palms burn, pricks of pain searing the soles of her feet  

“Oh god, Colin...!” she keened, bucking her hips, meeting his thrusts, needing more friction, needing more… When he let go of her wrist, it drew an instant response from her.

"Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…" She desperately begged - seeking that perfect release, that pleasure she knew was waiting for her, that only he could give her. She was so close, so close…

Her hands were free and instantly they flew to the back of his shoulders, where she held on to him with a death like grip.

“Aahhh… god, yes… yes…!” She came with a soundless shout, the orgasm exploding deep inside, shooting through every inch of her. Her back arched, her hips thrusting against him without any rhythm, without a single thought but riding the pleasure he was giving her. It lasted forever and a second all at the same time, and she felt like she was floating just as much as she was falling back to earth way too fast. Her limbs were too heavy, her mind reeling - foggy, everything was foggy. Her heart pounded in her ears, her throat burning as she fought for air… They were wrapped around each other, just breathing each other’s air.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Way Overdue

Featured Couple: Kim & Matt

Nearly a week had gone by since her near fall at the club - her hair already changed twice within that week. Now she sported her white top with purple tips - colors that were more in-key with her.

She knew there was something on Matt's mind, and she was almost one hundred present sure at this point that he'd figured out that something was bothering her. Thankfully at this point in time he didn’t questioned her about it. In no way did she want to lie to him should he ask her, but in the same token she didn’t want to worry him.

Maybe for now she'd just give him something to distract his mind from it all. They were overdue for a little fun. Her eyes sprung to the bedroom door when he walked through - a smile stretching across her lips.

"Thought we were overdue for a little fun. We should probably make the best of it before I start looking like a Goodyear blimp," she teased, patting the bed in front of her.

Matt didn't put much effort into his own attire, sporting a simple sleeveless shirt and jeans, but as soon as he saw Kim sitting pretty in barely anything, it sent his blood boiled with red hot lust, and he took her invitation.

"No arguments from me about it," he said with a big smile as he sat in front of her. He leaned forward and planted a searing kiss on her lips as his hands slid up her thighs, his thumbs stroking her skin along the way. Eager fingers wrapped around the thin strings that held her panties together, as whatever coherent thoughts he had were quickly being robbed from him. Even if he attempted to talk any further, he couldn't stop the steamy, X-rated images that flooded his mind of his own wife.

It really took a long time for him to realize that she'd been THE one for him. While he had fun in his youth with sleeping around with whomever he pleased, none of them ever made him feel complete like Kim had. Her smile, her voice, her touches, her kiss--everything about her caused him to burn out of control. He'd do anything and everything for her, because she made him crave her like nothing else.

Their lips collided painfully, so hard she was sure they would bruise as she took out her frustration on him, her need, her desire. Reaching out, she took a hold of his free hand and shoved it between her legs.

Her fingers flew to his belt, undoing it in record time before she had the button undone, his zipper following. Breaking away from the kiss, her lips moved to the side of his neck - soft tender kisses being placed and followed with a flick of her tongue and a nip from her teeth. Both her hands had now moved to his chest. A low growl burned inside her throat. She loved his muscular chest and arms... just the feel of them against her palms, it made her want and crave more of him.

She suddenly gripped his hair tightly, shoving her forehead against his. "I need you... I need to feel you..." Her words poured out of her like gasoline on an open flame. A swath of heat shot through her, igniting her from the inside out. No other touch but his could draw such sheer need and desire from her. This man was her everything and then some.

Cradling her close, he lowered them both onto the bed, where he managed to kick off his jeans along with his boxes with them. Whatever clothing was left on either of them were quickly discarded, and before long, their hands slid over one another as if exploring for the very first time. Every touch from her filled him like liquid fire, causing him to pant and sweat in anticipation for what was to come.

A ragged groan escaped him as he pressed her up against his body just long enough for him to lay on his back and ease her on top of him. From there he had a great view of those sweet tits that would soon be bouncing once things got started. Taking her hand, he had her grip his hard, meaty cock, and just her touch alone made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Ready to get riding?” he practically rasped as he used his free hand to slap her thigh. “Letting you take charge, baby.”

As wild and rough he wanted to take her, he was mindful of their unborn child. Though it did little dampen his urges, as his fingernails sunk into the meat of her flesh, almost urging her to hoist herself up and sink down on his manhood already.

Her hands slid up his thick shaft, her thumb slipping over the head of his cock. She gripped him tightly, squeezing him, letting her nails drag along the sensitive slit at the tip, a tiny bead of come coating her fingers. Her hand twisted around him speeding up its ascent and descent on him to then move in a painfully slow tease.

He was absolutely gorgeous, unkempt, and on the edge as he was. Her eyes watched all the muscles in his chest and arms flexing with the pleasure her hand was bringing to him. It was a glorious sight but she needed more.

"Are ya now?" she teased with a smile popping across her lips.

She pumped him a few more times, twisting her wrist gently, tugging at him in a way that made her whimper deep in her chest. God, she needed him, she needed him so badly she burned for it.

Her hips lifted to place him directly where she needed him. Lining him up with her entrance, she lowered herself down on to him. Her eyes fluttered behind her lids as he filled her. Pleasure assaulted every inch of her. Reaching down she hooked a hand around the back of his head and lifted him until he was sitting up. Her lips crashed against his with a feral kind of need - her hips rocking back and forth taking him in and out of her warmth.

He was lost in the bliss filled rush of it all. Groaning with pleasure, he grabbed her ass with both hands and helped her grind against him. Every wild, frenzied thrust added more fuel to the fire that burned within him, and the more he plunged into her wet heat, the more he felt like he was losing his mind.

His breathing hitched as he moaned her name between desperate kisses.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough,” he whispered against her mouth, his voice laced with lust.

He buried his face into her neck as he felt her clench his cock as he rocked his body harder, pounding her faster. Their rhythm became wilder as his world started to splinter, too good to contain for much longer. With a hand still on her ass, he used his other hand to glide up her backside until he gripped the back of her sweat-slicked hair. There was no way he wanted to let go of her any time soon. His body was close to breaking, but he did his best to keep himself in check. He wanted to trigger her release first before he’d follow suit.

Kim let out a pleased moan, immediately pushing her tongue into his mouth, seeking his. His stubble scraped at her palms and chin as he moved against her, their teeth clashing. It was vicious and unforgiving, both taking as much as they could. The kiss quickly grew with bruising intensity. It matched his hard hands when he grabbed her ass - holding her so tightly it hurt. The sharp pain had need unfurling in the pit of her stomach. It spiraled out, flooding her senses until all that mattered was him - touching him, feeling every inch of him.

Their faces were a bare inch apart, their breaths mingling, the heat from the both of their bodies causing their skin to glisten.

Her eyes slipped shut with a ragged, “God...” His words only making that burn in her center stronger. It stretched out wrapping her entire body like a blazing inferno.

“Please, please, please,” Kim keened, the moment he grabbed her hair, her muscles trembling as her hips mindlessly rocked against him. Her inner walls clutching him each time his hips drew back. The sound of their skin smacking together played like music in her ears.

She couldn't stand it, her eyes clasped shut, every muscle in her body tightened… mindlessly she could think as she held her breath. All she could do was feel... She came with a shout. Her hands flew to his shoulders to hold on as she rode her orgasm out. Her inner walls pulsed around him, pulling him in deeper.

He loved hearing her beg and moan, hearing her screams and knowing he was the reason behind such sounds. Now with his hands on her hips, he was relentless with his thrusts: slow but deep, allowing that thick sweet friction to continue building for him. His body was slick with sweat but he didn’t stop. He welcomed her sharp nails as they dug into his shoulders, gripping him for dear life.

“So good, baby,” he groaned softly as he kissed her slowly even as his hips bucked against hers. Somehow, he had near perfect control over two parts of his body, but that soon was tested, as he was so close to losing his mind. He had to surrender to the pleasure, there was just no way he could contain himself any longer.

He shattered just seconds later, coming apart in her arms as he shot his load into her. Panting heavily, the room spun, but he used one hand to lean back as he allowed his wife to lay on top of his broad chest and stomach.

“Holy fuck!” he breathed, unable to resist the big smile that formed on his face. After taking a few seconds to catch his breath, he asked, “You alright?”

The next few minutes were kind of a blur as their bodies tried to come down from the high they were on. Her head rested against his chest - the sound of his heart beat filling her ears. His heavy breathing causing both their bodies to rise and fall. They never stopped touching one another.

It took her a few moments before she could dare to move her hips enough to have him pulling out of her. Even then she bit down on her lips from how extremely sensitive she was. Hearing his words, she lifted her chest bracing her forearms against his chest. A smile of her own broke her lips. " I'm perfect .. " She moved a finger to trail along his chin bone.

It dawned on her just how sweaty they had become. She shifted again, feeling her wetness all over her inner thighs and his - they'd made a mess but God, was it worth it.

"You know what sounds really good right now?" she hummed thoughtfully. "You and I in a nice warm shower. I mean, who knows what might happen there." She teased him by lowering her head back down and playfully nipped at his chest. Her fingertips traced and admired his tattooed flesh.

A vision of her naked under the spray of the shower… and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Most guys (aka humans) would be too exhausted to think about any more action so soon, but Matt wasn’t like most guys. His libido soldiered on and was willing to jump into more action.

He couldn’t hide his smile as that rush of excitement filled him once again.

“Only one way to find out,” he said at last. After allowing his hand to comb through her hair once more, he carefully lifted her off of his hips, only so that he could hoist himself up off the mattress and onto the floor. An arm snaked around her waist to secure her against him, and the intensity of his gaze never left hers as they proceeded to make their way to the bathroom.  

Her legs wrapped his waist with arms draped over his shoulder as he led then off to the bathroom. Her face nuzzled his, their lips coming together in a series of soft, loving kisses that she felt in her bones. There was nothing quite like this, perfect moments like these - both of them radiating with pleasure, holding each other.

She kissed him, not willing to move, just as much as he wasn’t willing to ever let her go. Their skin was damp, their hearts still pounding as she cupped his face, staring into his eyes. There was so much love shining out at him that she wanted to collapse, but it only made her hang on tighter. She loved this man so damn much.

A long minute passed before Matt was stepping inside the shower with them and pulling the glass door shut behind them. He hands reached behind them, turning the warm spray of the shower on. The sudden mix of the warm water against her bare flesh caused chills to ripple against her skin. It didn't take long before steam started surrounding them. Softly she moaned feeling his thick erection growing against her stomach.

He couldn’t resist groping one of her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. The heat just added to the intensity that would soon follow what would come. His grip over her breast lingered, allowing himself to palm her nipple, before he ultimately parted his lips from hers.

“Turn around,” he urged as he helped her so that she was facing the wall and her ass was flush against his manhood. The spray of water beat across her backside as he slowly rubbed the top of her clit with his fingers. There was no question that she was already ready for him, but he could never get enough of pleasuring her temple of a body. He enjoyed getting her off with his fingers or his tongue, but there was never any doubt that his dick needed to take over and give her what they both wanted in the end.

Now reaching across her back, having the water patter against his muscular sides, he moved his finger aside just as he slid his cock into her with one swift thrust. A strained groan filled her ear as he started to pull out ever so slightly, only to slam right back into her. Now cupping both of her tits, he started pounding her from behind, all the while lavishing attention on her neck with hot, fevered kisses and devilish licks of his tongue.

It took her only a moment to do as he asked. She gasped when the cool tiles of the shower wall brushed against her stiff nipples causing her back to arch. A groan left her lips when the warm water from the shower flowed down the center of her back.

She closed her eyes and sighed when she felt his fingers slide through her folds, teasing her throbbing clit with not quite enough pressure. Her hips wiggled as squirmed desperate to find that right amount of friction.

"Matthew..." His name drew from her lips pleadingly. She didn’t need to look behind her to know he had a smug smile on his face. He knew exactly how to make her melt in his hands and he loved to hear her beg. She’d beg all day if she had to, just to have the feel of his cock inside her, stretching her.

"Please..." Her toes curled against the floor, causing her to growl when he finally slid into her. She smiled whenever she clenched around his length, eliciting a beautiful moan from his mouth, until he finally started roughly trusting into her.

“Fuck!" she cried out as a bolt of pleasure coursed through her. One of her hands drew away from the wall reaching back and locking to his hips. The mixture of his lips and tongue on her neck and the feel of him driving away inside her was pure bliss.

Already he knew this wasn’t going to last nearly as long as the session they had in bed, but it didn’t matter. The mounting pleasure was impossible to keep at bay. There was just something about having sex in the shower that added to the intense fire that burned in them both. The slick, wet sounds his cock made every time he relentlessly slammed into her pussy drove him absolutely wild, drawing out more groans of pleasure.

One hand dared to move away from her breasts as his fingers drifted down along her still-flat stomach, only to slide right back up to her chest. Just the fact that she was carrying his child made her that much more attractive to him. To have such a strong woman caring for a baby they created together – the thought alone nearly brought him to tears when he first learned of the news. There was nobody else he’d want to have this moment with than her.

He knew she’d have some raging hormones over the course of the pregnancy, and he’d gladly help her out in any way that he could. More sex? Hell, he was more than ready to take that on. No matter how much bigger she’d get, he was prepared to make her feel good all the way through.

“God, you feel so fucking amazing,” he growled as he quickened his pace. He no longer noticed the water anymore, as the swift, delicious pressure drew near. “You ready to cum, baby?”

“Yes!!!” she said, breaths becoming heavy and panted as he thrust in and out of her, slamming into her over and over again with amazing precision. “Fuck, you feel so good!” she cried out letting the pleasure he was giving her take her over.

God how she loved feeling him inside her...

“Oh, my god...” she breathed shakily as she tugged him back up to eye-level. “I need — I need you to —” She twisted and planted her hands against the tile wall. His hands feel so big on her hips, pulling her against him so she could feel every inch of him. She was right on the verge of reminding him she still has to go to work when his thrusts became more reckless into her, and all she can manage is a low “Fuck...”

He snapped his hips into her over and over, and she gave up all premise of trying to keep quiet and, God, it was good the house was empty, because the slap of skin on skin and her cries of pleasure, and his moans... she was just completely fucking gone. She came so hard she thought she may actually have died. Wave after wave wracked through her as he kept going.

"Jesus, Matt!!"

Blame it on weeks of sexual frustration but if it wasn't for her being on the schedule to work tonight, they'd be doing this until neither of them had the ability to walk.

He let out a groan of pleasure as he reached his own climax. It was the perfect mix of hardcore thrusting and sensual lovemaking, and once he fell through that point of no return, he was weightless. He was seeing stars at this point and the sound of heavy gasping mixed with the water beating down from the shower head. The aftershocks made him shudder as he remained inside her, not wanting to let go any time soon. Oh, they both had to go to work, but what a feeling to have lingering even after they were to head out.

With a deep chuckle, he reached over to her once more and kissed the back of her neck, panting heavily while doing so. It was always difficult to watch her on stage while he worked the front of the club--seeing her move about so wildly and free in those skimpy outfits while the audience had their fill of her visually, only moving in when someone attempted to get too carried away with the fantasy. But knowing he got to go home with her was the best reward.  

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Rhapsody in the Shower

Featured Couple: Sonya & Gunner

To say she had a lot of pent-up aggression was an understatement. No more than she could calm herself down something else arose, making her head want to explode. But she'd been trying extremely hard to keep it all under control.

Judas was fast asleep in his room. One thing that stood out to her was the sound of her husband in the shower. Every little sound drew her closer and closer to him until she was standing right outside of the shower. Ever since her rebirth they had no time for themselves. It'd been a constant one thing right after another.

Her hand reached up, pulling her robe from her shoulders letting it fall to the ground around her feet. Pulling open the glass door to the shower, she stepped inside and within seconds she had Gunner's back pressed against the wall, her arm around his neck... her body pressed tightly against his.

For a moment they simply held each other, their bodies fused together as much as was possible, as close as they could get. They touched and caressed, drinking from each other’s lips, savoring… But as the minutes passed, the kisses slowly grew heavier, deeper, mimicking what their lower halves now ached for.

"I need you...” Sonya sighed against his lips, hugging him even closer - if that was even possible. There was a need within her voice that was like no other. There was no time for romance or gentleness, not with this kind of hunger burning behind her eyes.

Whoever said vampires were cold to the touch clearly hadn’t gotten themselves the perfect one like his wife. Sonya was fire personified, right down to the color of her hair. He couldn’t deny thinking about her when he first stepped into the shower to clean up. Thinking about the last time they had each other, the way she touched him, how her lips tasted, how talented her tongue was, felt like a lifetime ago. But now here they were, finally having that time they both desperately needed, and frankly, deserved.

His arms hadn’t let her go since she stepped into the stall with him. Her breasts pressed snug against his broad chest while his hands helped themselves to groping her supple ass. She was the only woman who ever made him feel alive. It was inevitable that his heart would open itself up, it just had to be the right person. The key to his lock, to everything that was true to him.

Between kisses, he positioned her so that backside was pressed against the wall. The water sprayed across the back of his hair as he groaned into her mouth and slid one of his hands to rub and tease her nether lips, which were already wet, but by no means because of the shower that had already been in session. Already he was losing himself to the exquisite rush, his mouth hot for more of her kisses.

She gasped when the cool tiles of the shower wall brushed against her backside. His body pinning her there - the heat radiating from him and on to her, there was a blaze flickering, about to ignite inside of her that she was powerless to resist. Goosebumps erupted behind her neck and traveled down her spine. Yes! This was exactly what she needed and wanted right this very minute. Her nails roughly dug at the back of his neck with each hot passionate kiss.

She was wet for him already and when she felt his fingers brush over her thigh, a desperate moan fell from her lips. Her body shook from tremors from her lover’s hand between her legs. He knew her so perfectly, the way he touched her. A few more minutes passed and she was covered in sweat and steam from the shower, they both were, and she was already about to break.

She licked the side of his neck, sucking and biting at the skin. The sensation between her legs felt so good... it made her dizzy and weak all at the same time. One of her hands pulled away from his neck, dipping down between them where fingers coiled around his thick hard shaft, rubbing the flat of her thumb and fingers up and down his length in an almost punishing rhythm. After a few moments she picked up the pace, pumping her hand with the same intensity his hand was giving to her.

He shuddered at her silken touch, over the way she masterfully met him stroke for stroke, even as he continued pumping his fingers between her trembling thighs. Already he was soaring, and the only things they’d done so far was kiss and touch one another.

His eyes peered deep into hers, straight into her soul, the admiration in his gaze like nothing seen before. He’d never given his heart to anyone like he had to her, and he never wanted to return to that life of solitude ever again. He belonged to her until the day he died.

Lips hovering over hers as he teetered so close to cumming right there in her hand, he decided he couldn’t do that. Whatever he’d give her, they had to be together as one. Removing his fingers from her, he quickly hoisted her up, her back still against the wall, only this time, he slid his cock into her with one swift, hard thrust. A sharp, ragged gasp escaped from him as he buried his face into her neck and started thrusting. Moving inside of her, he was nearly losing his mind over how tight she was around him. He could’ve lost himself just touching her all over, but he needed this—they both did.

Her head hit the wall as he impaled her - digging his fingers into her hips to hold her in place, a loud hiss trailing from her lips. She was already a mess and losing her mind - he was all around her, filling her so perfectly. His hands on her made her skin tingle, in bad and good ways. All she could think about was that long, thick cock moving in and out of her –

“Oh god...” – she gasped loudly,

Her eyes rolled back in her head, moaning again, deeper in her throat. Nails dug into the back of his neck leaving a burning path in their wake. For a moment her eyes broke away from his, only long enough to look between them to watch him moving in and out of her throbbing heat. The euphoria she felt in that moment... with HIM was something she knew she'd never have with anyone else. Her soulmate in every form and fashion.

Her walls pulsed around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and looked up at him, blood trickling down her lip from sinking her teeth into it. Her hips rotated with each of his thrust, making sure no spot inside of her was left untouched - eyes so intensely locked on his. She wrap herself around him, heels digging into his back invitingly.

"Fuck... you feel amazing," she breathed out heavily.

Even as he continued moving inside of her, never once halting or slowing down, he was driving higher to that tipping point, the storm that brewed between them churning more fiercely. He damn near lost his mind when her velvet words complimented his actions. A raw, animalistic need took over the driver’s seat, hot and pulsing, and so he rocked her harder. He clung to her, relishing in the wet, smacking sounds of their hips moving, slamming, and grinding against one another.

His pace turned frantic, as he could barely think, allowing the roaring fires to burn everything down around him, because nothing else in that moment mattered but her.

Right there, fuck, right there, left him nearly crazy. He almost couldn’t breathe as he staggered on the edge. Nobody else could leave him so breathless and hungry at the same time like she could. That same, desperate need of realization could only come from her.

“Sonya,” he gasped as his lips bounced against hers, his breath and hers one in the same. The uncontrollable, unbound heat of it all was wrapped around them both.

She sunk her nails into his neck and it did nothing but spur him on harder, faster, like her heartbeat in her ears, pounding with no relief. Blood was drawn without having realized it. The sweet smell hit her senses and before she knew it, she had one of her digits in her mouth sucking his blood from it. Her eyes brightened as he continued to fuck her.

She could taste him, his blood, the way it triggered another need inside her - the way he breathy gasped her name. It was heaven and hell, all rolled up into one. Her head dipped forward licking the blood that still slowly rolled from neck. She moaned, her hips rotating for more - more friction, more anything.

“Harder, please, harder… harder,” she cried out.

The need for release was urgent, so urgent, rushing through her with a tenacity that left her painfully breathless. She came with a ragged shout, her voice echoing off the walls as her pleasure exploded crying out as he pushed her higher, the pleasure racing over every single nerve in tiny pinpricks that grew sharper and sharper until it was too much. Her lids were heavy, her skin tingly and sensitive, everything languid perfect and delicious…

"Gunner..." she moaned his name in praise, rolling her tongue over what blood remained on her lips.

Perhaps that wasn't a wise choice, but right at the moment, she couldn't be bothered to care.

The tantalizing trail left by her tongue along with the throbbing sensation from her bite heightened the pleasure for him tenfold. Just as he felt her tipping point spill forth, he was swift to follow. Never wanting to let go, he clung to her for dear life, as that live wire sparked and set off that inevitable chain reaction. His face mirrored hers of complete unrestraint, his eyes frenzied with absolute want and need. It mattered not that they were supposed to be enemies; screw whatever society thought of them. The only opinions that mattered were each other’s.

Stroking last inch of her with his cock, he came undone into her. He consumed every sound she made, every touch upon his body from her. After one last, deep thrust, he all but collapsed against her, still managing to hold them both up against the wall. The water that beat down behind them was barely luke warm as the heat of their sexual endeavors continued to keep them comfortable and sated.

He wallowed in the feel of her all around him, inside and out. It was a reminder, one of the many, of why he couldn’t ever dream of wanting to be with anyone else but her.

Their harsh pants were the only sound for a long moment. That, and the pounding of their hearts. Hers battered his chest in time with his racing pulse. She trembled, or maybe that was him with how hard he was holding her against him and the wall. She opened her mouth to kiss the salty sweetness of his lips. Slipping her hand from his jaw and into his hair.

Heat roared down her spine, her mind spiraling, the erotic scents flooding her senses, the wet sounds of her soaking sex, their pleasured sounds… This was addiction. She was fucking addicted to him, to this. It was then she had a moment of perfect clarity. Never would she be able to harm him - the craving she had for wolf’s blood, she could get from him whenever she needed it, and he'd willingly allow her to take it - and even enjoy it in the process. So now she knew how to spark her moments of clarity and it was as her mother said - it was with the man clinging to her, the man she shared her all with.

She collapsed against him, their noses smashing together, their foreheads colliding, her pants hot and ragged against his cheek. Her body shuddered and undulated in his arms. It was a long moment before they stopped moving all together, just breathing and taking in the moment - enjoying the feel of each other’s arms, the closeness of the moment. The way he looked at her how he made her feel...

"Fucking amazing..." The words finally drew past her lips and spilled against his skin in a warm breath.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Heated Reunion

Featured Couple: Lucifer & Marie

Stealing a glance over her shoulder at the exquisite table filled with food, Marie fixed her sights back on her husband and said, “I’d hate to waste food, but frankly, I wouldn’t mind if you took me right here.”

Taking one of Lucifer’s hands, she slowly smiled as she guided it up her thigh until it slipped under her dress, where his fingers would discover that she wore nothing underneath.

His brow lifted upon the moment he realized she was bottomless. "Well, who am I to deny the lady’s wishes?" Lucifer asked with a smile drawn across his lips. His free arm pulled away from her back long enough to land on the table and swiftly clear the area.

His hand returned to her back as he lifted her from where he was sitting and placed them both on the table in front of them. The table groaned under their combined weight. Quickly he hiked her dress up, letting her naked ass slide against the smooth wood of the table top. He blanketed her body with his, pressing his face into the crook of her neck where he pressed a series of soft kisses along her throat, up to her ear, and into her hair where he inhaled deeply, breathing her in.

Lucifer grinned and thrust against her, wrapping his lips around her earlobe, his tongue flicking it. With a barely audible, “Fuck...” He pushed her onto her back, leaving her halfway hanging over the table. Now leaning over her, staring down at her, his eyes never left hers as he pressed his painfully hard cock against her inner thigh.

“… I'm not opposed to cancelling this trip and just keeping you like this the entire time you're here.” His grin grew wide. "Because, if you’re going to be walking around wearing nothing but this? We damn well will be in bed all day.”

His fingers slid between her wet nether lips, the tips of his fingers brushing over her swollen clit. Starting now, he was going to be able to do this every single night, for the rest of their lives. He was going to be able to touch her, hold her, remind her that he knew how damned lucky he was to be there, to be with her, to have her…

She closed her eyes and melted from his touch. Her hips bucked against his fingers and the feel of his manhood so close caused her breaths to come out in short, choppy pants. It was incredible the way he made her come undone long before their bodies would ever join together. Eyes opened once more but glazed with recklessness and desire, what little self-control she thought she had was gone in an instant. As much as she desired to explore new places and sights with her husband, her ultimate end game was simply to be with him like this.

“Please,” she begged as she coaxed him to become one with her. She couldn’t stand being separated from him any longer. Their first shared kiss alone sealed that deal, but it filled her with an anxiousness that only he could satisfy.

Their mouths opened at the same time, their tongues meeting halfway. He groaned at the first taste, eclipsing her breathy whine. Lucifer clutched her hard as he bowed forward, chasing the kiss with vigor, his tongue spearing into her mouth. In no way was he going to deny his wife what she was so anxiously begging him for.

He loomed over her, gripping the edges of the table, his muscles rippling to keep from crushing her as he ravaged her mouth with thoroughness. Heavy breathing and the rustle of clothes were the only sounds for a moment as his hands flew to his belt and pants. His eyes dropped to her sex. Mouth swollen, cheeks flushed, lids heavy, he stared at her - his pupils eclipsing a stormy hazel as he drank her in.

He grabbed her hips as the swollen head of his cock rubbed up her clit and then back down, nudging her entrance before thrusting in - hard and fast. And once he sank himself deep inside her, she shuddered and moaned in delight. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him to go deep and hard.

"Fuck..." He groaned from the missed sensation of being buried deep inside his wife. Her name fell off his lips in a choked moan as his fingers dug into her ribs. "Marie..." His hips jerked into her again.

His hips slowed as he stared at her with unfathomable eyes, so dark, so intense. It was almost like he couldn’t get enough of what he saw. Captivated. Transfixed. His gaze danced all over her, up her chest, her neck, her mouth, then back down to her breasts, her abdomen. He swallowed down her cries, matching them with his own as he pulled out a bit to thrust back in. He rubbed against her with each thrust, his pubic bone hitting her clit with each upward grind of his hips.

Resting her hands on the curve of his ass, she kissed him back with full on fervor. Every time he sank into her, she flexed around him, allowing him to fill her as deep, hard, and as much as he can. It was literally heaven in hell, to feel so much intensity and passion for someone who was deemed “evil” by most of the world. If he was wrong, then she never wanted to be right.

They moved as one, heaving and gasping, pleasure soaring higher and higher. She was lost to him entirely, body and soul. The weight of his body over hers, the feel of his moist kisses and his hard thrusts drove her to near insanity. She could barely think of anything else beyond how incredible he made her feel, knowing he belonged to her, and she to him.

If there was one thing he knew well, of all the things that existed in the world, he liked to think it was Marie that he knew best: how to piss her off, how to make her happy, how to make her come screaming like she just did. He tended to think it was like plucking the strings of a guitar until it was playing the right tune, and right now she was singing his favorite song.

Raking her fingers through his hair, a wild sensation flared throughout her body as sheer ecstasy exploded from between her thighs. She cried his name out and panted heavily as her orgasm rocked her to the core.

It didn’t take long for him to let go as well, his hold on the table tightening as he felt himself lose any control he had. He breathed out her name heavily, his lips finding hers messily as he let out a moan the moment he filled her, eagerness threading through each of his movements.

“Damn, I love you, woman...” He breathed these words against her lips, drawing back as the quick movements of his hips eased, and the pleasure practically suffocated the atmosphere.

He could feel her clench around him - he didn’t stop thrusting inside of her until long after her walls had stopped pulsing, until her voice cracked, and she was breathing heavy, laid against the table.

[theirsweetesttaboo]

Just Like Animals

Featured couple: Lilith & Rory

Inside their home a dark cloud of smoke settled, and the pair appeared as the misty fog swept away from their bodies, each still tangled in each other’s arms.

Grabbing his hair roughly she silenced his mouth with her own before he could utter a single word. Her body molded to his own kissing him as if universe depended upon it.

Within an instant her hand pawed at his flesh, fingers ripping at tearing at the shirt he wore to rid him of it. Her tongue met his in force - his tongue felt hard, determined against hers, but agile, meeting her stroke for stroke. She took his bottom lip in hers, biting it, telling him she could take more, much more.

If you asked her right now whether this might be a record for how quickly arousal had overtaken her senses, she may have lied. No way did it take just one hair pull and one nip on her neck to get her this turned on.

Ripping his shirt open she pushed him back through the doors that lead to their bedroom - not they required a bed at all.

He caught his footing almost right away, but his eyes were ablaze with hunger for her. He was in genuine awe of how determined she was to have him that he almost smiled. She’d easily given him the most attention of anyone he’d ever encountered, and she always craved more from him. No matter how many times they cave into one another’s desires, it was never enough. They always needed more, more, more, and it could only come from one or the other. Nobody else was fit to fulfill their appetite and lust.

Immediately he marched back over to her and roughly grabbed her by the arm. As he pulled her over to him, he ripped her top off and it was soon joined by her bra. It didn’t matter how many articles of clothing they tore apart (to which had been many), because he longed for the touch of her bare body upon his. Silk, smooth skin accentuated the absolute beauty that was her breasts and stomach. Again, his mouth sought hers as he pushed her up against the wall next to the door, where he used his weight to lean into her. Her mouth and tongue tasted sweet and tantalizing, provoking a moan out of him. Somehow between kisses, they managed to shed the rest of their clothing until they were both completely naked and longing for one another.

Breathing heavily against her parted lips, he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her off the ground so that her legs could wrap around his waist. Upon doing so, his long, thick cock brushed against her slick folds, drawing forth another eager sound from him. In bed, he’d take his dick and tease her sex with the weeping tip alone, but he wasn’t patient enough to do that tonight. He simply needed to fuck her.

Her hips wiggled and adjusted to just the right angle to allow his cock to slide inside her, filling her completely. Her eyes snapped open and she dug her nails into his back, scratching his skin under her fingernails. She left red angry bleeding trails in their wake.

“Fuck, you feel incredible...” She exhaled when her senses finally rushed back to her. No matter how many times he took her she would never get enough of him. It was a hunger a craving that only he could appease. Her eyes locked on his as her heels locked against the back of his thighs to brace herself.

Every part of her was consumed by feeling him—the sting from his touch on her skin , the throbbing from his hard thick cock settled inside her.

"Fuck me!" she practically demanded as one of her hands moved to roughly take up claim in the back of his hair once more. "I want you to make me scream."

Beyond eager to please them both, he didn't hesitate to start grinding his hips against hers, welcoming the tight heat that hugged his tool. Her body was pinned between his and the wall, but knowing she welcomed the pain, he didn't think twice about finding that perfect, near brutal rhythm.

"Fuck!" he howled as he buried his face into her neck and bit down on her flesh. He always left marks as she did onto his body. Possessive, needy--call it what you would, but they weren't shy about showing off whom they belonged to. They were each other's property. Whether they bruised or bled, the knowledge of being branded was another sense of satisfaction all around.

He continued ramming into her hard and fast as he let go of her neck and delivered open mouthed kisses on the wound. Meanwhile he fondled and groped one of her perfect breasts, loving the feel of that hard nipple as it tickled his calloused palms. He felt her clench around his dick as he moved inside her, and he closed his eyes and shuddered. There was no question about it: she was MADE for him and only him. The thought of anybody else touching what belonged to him would send him into a murderous rage.

The moans that tore themselves from her mouth were loud and on the verge of animalistic. With the brutal thrusting, there was nothing to do other than hold on and let him work. She always loved when he’d take control like this, bruising her and fucking her hard. Her grip on the back of his hair growing tighter as she needed something to hold on to.

"Yes... Yes... Just like that," she moaned out loudly as he fucked her rough and hard and showered her neck in bruising love marks. Lilith whimpered, all the noise she could manage at the moment as one of his hands assaulted her breast. Her overly sensitive nipples growing hard under his touch.

Instead of feeling all of him around her everywhere all at once, she began to sense all the sensations in her body narrowing, coiling down to one place down low in her belly. Her skin began to grow incredibly warm despite the chills that surged across her skin.

Despite being pinned between him and the wall she was still able to rock her hips into each of his animalistic thrusts. Her movements became frantic, her moans more desperate. As much as she wanted him to take up residence inside her with that delicious thick cock for the foreseeable future, she was already so close. Her moans becoming louder and closer together.

"Harder!" she cried out, nails digging into the nape of his neck.

He shivered in delight over the pain she unleashed upon him. She could scratch him up from head to toe and he'd still have a hard on for her. His eyes fell down to their hips as he watched his cock slam in and out of her, thrusting harder and faster. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot within her, making his head swim with pleasure. A hand snaked down and rubbed her clit while he purred dirty, filthy words into her ear.

His mouth found her shoulder and he bit down hard again, making sure that not only did her skin turn red but that also he drew blood. His tongue flicked over the wound as every muscle in his body clenched and tensed. Hearing her screams for more drove him over the edge... but he had to deliver his point just right.

Without warning, he used his strength to pry her legs off of his waist, her hand from his neck, and pulled his still hard dick out of her. With a huff, he roughly guided her down to the ground on her hands and knees. Swift to join her on the floor, he gave her ass a good, hard slap before he shoved himself right back into her pussy. He drilled into her from behind like an animal in heat. Grabbing the back of her hair, he gave it a hard tug as he leaned across her back and whispered into her ear, "You nasty little thing, always so eager for a good fucking..."

His eyes shined with heavy delight, his hot breath heavy against her ear as his savage thrusts were nearly relentless. Just being close to her in general was intoxicating, but this was another level of drunk all together. "I love hearing you scream... begging for my cock... I'm about to cum... fill you up 'til you're dripping..."

His nerve endings exploded with fireworks as he pulsated within her, causing him to squeeze her hair between his fingers.

She growled out in pure pleasure when his teeth sank into her shoulder, this time drawing blood from her. It nearly sent her over the edge and would have had he not pulled out of her. A discontent hiss erupted from her lips in protest. Every inch of her body screaming to have him back inside her to finish what he'd started.

A jolt of pain sparked through her from the slap to her ass but very quickly dissipating into something pleasurable. The front half of her body nearly caved to the floor when he quickly thrusted back inside her now throbbing walls.

“This body is yours. Yours to love, yours to fuck, yours to do whatever with. This creation may have been made by another, but it’s yours to worship. It’s yours to mark, yours to fill." She moaned and panted out the words between harsh thrusts. One of her hands pulled away from the floor, reached back and grasped a hold of his hip just as he took and hand full of her hair in his hand. "And you never disappoint, always giving me what I want."

She screamed as he pounded into her again and again, her body locking up around him, going rigid as her orgasm came crashing down. It just kept going and going and going until she was shouting again.

“FUCK!! ... YES..!!" Her inner walls clamped down on him hard, pulsating around him. "So damn good..." she cried out, the carpet biting into the flesh of her knees, leaving a raw burning patch across them.

This was the perfect ache all around for him. Her screams along with the way her pussy tightened around him were deliciously simultaneous. The ragged sounds that came from his breathing could be heard as he finally spilled his need deep inside her. No sort of protection was ever discussed between them. If shit happened, they'd deal with it. All they cared about was seeking pleasure from one another.

At long last, their frantic movements came to a crawl as he eased his weight off of her back and released the grip he had over her hair. He scooted back just enough to pull his now spent member from her glistening folds, but he soon moved over to her side on the floor, where he pulled her onto his lap, her back against his chest. Arms wrapped around her, his sweat slicked forehead rested upon the back of her neck as he allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. The wounds she gave him earlier were still raw, and now they stung. Reminders of the brutality behind the vows they made with one another.

'Mine.' The word persisted over and over in his head as he casually stroked her arms, thighs, stomach, and breasts. 'All of this is mine.'

Every inch of her body ached and burned but in the most pleasurable of ways. Her breathing was heavy and her voice a little hoarse from all the moaning and screaming she had done. All the sounds that spilled from only added to her own pleasure. To hear that he took as much enjoyment in her as she did in him - there was nothing else quite like it.

A sharp gasp rolled from her lips when he finally pulled himself out of her. Her entire body shivered with delight and fulfillment. His body crashed on the floor beside her and soon enough she was sitting on his lap. Her body relaxed in his arms, fingers touching and stroking every part of him that she could touch.

No one could fathom the destruction and damage she would cause if anyone dared to try and take him away from her. Something like that would be like cutting off a part of her own body. Even the idea of someone even threatening to take him away would drive her into unspeakable acts of violence and rage.

A smile broke her lips hearing the words that rolled in the back of his mind. The words she had spoken to him earlier about every part of her belonging to him and only him.

'Yours.' She repeated in her own mind as if answering him. 'Bound together for all of eternity.'

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Need You Now

Featured couple: Tatum & Leon

There should have been a more gradual buildup to which led to this moment, but after nearly losing Tatum, Leon couldn’t contain himself. It wasn’t his first time losing someone important in his life, but the thought of never seeing Tatum again threatened to break him. He was no stranger to one-night stands, but she was clearly more than just a fling. She was a woman who went above and beyond to prove there was room in his life for genuine, honest love. No matter what, he would do anything and everything to keep her safe.

The feeling of rightness surrounded around him as his mouth was hot on hers. His hands skimmed along her body, enjoying the feel of her curves beneath his fingers. He wanted her like nothing else, and he wasn’t going to waste another moment trying to take things “slow.”

Her heart drummed inside her chest. It’d been a long time since she let anyone this close to her, and for the longest time she thought no one ever would. Leon somehow managed to bust straight through all those invisible walls she had wrapped around herself - he broke this wall through the façade she put on for everyone's sake. He had the ability to make her feel like she was floating on clouds. While normally she would believe in taking things slow, that wasn't exactly the case now. Since they've met, she'd nearly been taken out twice. Taking things slow could lead to many things being left unsaid and undone. It was not something she was willing to risk with Leon.

The more he kissed her, the more she moaned, savoring his taste against her lips. Her mouth opened at the same time as his, and their tongues met halfway. She could taste every syllable of his name as she whispered it against his lips. Slipping her hands up under his shirt, she dragged her nails over his abs. Her eyes caught with his for one brief moment to whisper a plea to him of… "Don't stop."

He shivered in delight over her sensual touch. While she took in the feel of his taut, chiseled physique, he welcomed himself to the soft, feminine valleys of her body. She was a knockout in every sense of the word, and his mouth grazed from her lips and kissed down her neck and shoulders. There was no room for either of them to be self-conscious as he somehow managed to guide them both to the hotel bed, to where she was pinned between him and the sheets.

“You are amazing,” he breathed, his eyes gazing deep into hers, his lips brushing against hers. As he teased her mouth with his tongue, his own hands slipped underneath her shirt, where he explored her tender, warm flesh with eagerness. It was impossible to hide his excitement, as she could feel how hard he was for her. Their mouths and hands tangled and searched each other. There would be other opportunities to linger and explore their bodies, but every second that passed, he was in blissful agony. He didn’t want to stop kissing and touching her, but he was so beyond ready to just sink into her heat and claim her.

Any bit of nervousness she had was long gone at this point. Her eyes all but practically fluttered into the back of her head when his lips grazed along her neck and shoulder. So lost in the moment she didn't even realize he'd moved them to the bed until she was pinned below him. Her hands roamed his body to feel and touch every bit of him that she could. The feel of his tone and well-defined muscles under her fingertips caused a soft moan to roll from her lips.

She needed him, inside her, around her, and she didn’t want to wait, but damn his hands and lips felt so heavenly against her bare flesh. Their eyes met for a quick second, a second full of heated desire running rampant through both of them. The words he spoke had her smiling like no one’s business, but before her mind could catch up, his tongue was teasing at her lips. She seized the moment, catching his tongue with her lips, drawing it back into her mouth to dance together with hers.

“Oh god...” she whimpered against his lips, the hard seam of his pants sliding right across her core. It spread her nether lips, brushing her sensitive entrance, making her sex clench with the need to feel him in her. Every inch of her burned for more, for a release, for a respite only he could give her.

Her head fell back, eyes slipped shut, as pleasure suffused every inch of her. Every touch of his hands and lips spurred on her dire need for him. Her hips rocked under him, seeking any friction she could find, anything that would tame that burning need. Both her hands tangled in the back of his hair as she was nearly out of breath, and they've only just began. The way he teased her threatened to drive her insane if she didn’t have him inside her soon.

The noises she made drove him wild, and it wasn’t long before both of their clothes were left in a messy pile on the floor. A warm haze surrounded them, and thankfully there was nothing separating them other than time. His touch to her breasts, thighs, and sex were electric. Hands and mouth were ravenous, groping, and tasting her. He teased and devoured her in all the ways he could have imagined. A ragged breath was let out when he positioned himself between her thighs and teased her wet entrance with his long, hard length. Once more, he found his lips pressed to hers, kissing her deeply and passionately. Eyes closed, he knew he should grab a condom, but he’d hate himself if he pried away from heaven itself.  

She let out a quiet sob of pleasure, her voice growing louder as he moved, rubbing his length against her. The very last thought to even cross her mind was that of a condom... her mind and body was too far gone at this point.

His forehead rested against hers as he peppered her with more kisses, before fluttering his eyes open, his lashes tickling hers.

“I can’t stand this any longer,” he groaned, his breath heavy and full of need. “I want you. Now.” Regardless if she wanted protection or not, he was simply dying to be inside of her.

Her hands pulled his hips closer her to her, her hips angling in just the right position so that he was lined up with her soaking entrance, allowing him to slide deep inside her. Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to pull him in more…

"Yes..." she cried out as pure bliss soared through her. She was panting hard and heavy against his lips.

As soon as his weight settled on top of her, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He slid deep inside of her with one quick thrust. A powerful urge overwhelmed him, a need he’d never known before. Hot and heavy, craving and begging for more. Fast. Hard. Now.

Stroke for stroke, he surged inside of her, his cock thick and deep, nailing her in the right spot. His pace was frenzied, their bodies soon turning into a blur of wild abandon. All he could do was hold onto her tight as the friction between them continued to burn brighter. He rocked her harder, each thrust filled with seated desire. Her face was flushed and he couldn’t think of anyone looking more beautiful and sexy than her. The blissful sensation climbed higher and higher, faster with each thrust, and he savored the feel of her clenching his manhood, keeping him tight and snug between her legs.

She moaned deeply as he filled her to the hilt. She pressed her face into his neck, her hot pants a stark contrast against the chilly air. Over and over he pulled out and thrust into her, even harder, the sound of their skin smacking together echoing through the room. She held on, unable to do anything but feel as he took her, seeking his own pleasure while building hers.

Her cries grew louder, sharper with each thrust of his hips. Molten heat rushed through her veins, leaving her mindlessly moving against him, wanting more, needing more. The only thing she heard was the smack of his hips against hers, his harsh breathing, the rush of blood in her ears. The bed practically rocked beneath them. Her hips met with his, rotating at just the right moment to hit that little sweet spot with each inward thrust. Her hands gripped tightly to his hips as she began to feel a familiar burn building in the base of her spine.

"Oh god, Leon..." she gasped for a breath of air, her body growing hotter with each passing second.

His eyes were filled with desperate need as his lips crashed into hers for a kiss. Even between heavy gasps of air, he continued to move inside of her, unable to contain himself for much longer. Their bodies were perfectly in sync. Movements were matched, tone for tone, sweet spot for sweet spot. He was drowning in the delirious fever of it all. Reaching out, he grabbed one of her hands, and laced his fingers with hers until their palms touched.

The moment their hands locked together, it sent her flying over the edge. She came with a harsh shout, her back bowing, her head digging into the mattress, as she bucked up against him. Her orgasm shooting through her with a heat that seared her nerves. Pleasure burst deep inside. She felt it in the tips of her fingers and the soles of her feet, her entire body undulating as he chased his own release, each thrust prolonging hers until her cries became soundless, until there was nothing left but feeling.

There was no holding back. Already he was over the edge and there was no escaping it. Every last thrust ensured he would reach his peak, and sure enough, he came undone. Burying his face into her hair, her name came out sounding like a frantic prayer, as stars exploded before his very eyes and he spilled his essence deep within her.

She felt him slam into her with one final thrust, felt his body jerking against hers as he met his own release. His gasps of pleasure had his entire body shaking as he emptied himself into her - their hands gripping together so tightly it burned. Pulling him down on top of her, panting wildly, his heart racing against hers - highlighting the steady rush of blood through her veins. Her sex throbbed and ached but in the best of ways. It lasted an eternity and two seconds all at the same time. She had her free arm wrapped around his shoulder, her feet still hooked around him, not wanting him to move for anything in the entire world, every bit of her still floating …

He was careful not to crush her with his weight, even though with the way she held onto him so tight, there was no real fear of harming her. A fog of pleasure surrounded them as they basked in the afterglow of incredible sex. His chest rose and fell hard as he carefully adjusted himself so that he was able to lay next to her without breaking contact.

“Shit,” he breathed, a proud smile forming on his face. His green eyes glowed more vividly than usual as he gazed admirably at Tatum. “Not trying to lay it on thick or anything, but that was incredible.”

He’d long stopped counting how many women he slept with over the years, but he couldn’t come up with any particular face that rocked his world as much as Tatum did. A single name couldn’t even be brought up, only hers.

When he shifted to lay beside her, it allowed the chilly air in his apartment to caress her exposed skin, making her shiver. Her body inched to move closer to him - if that was even possible in the moment. She wrapped her arm around his neck and shoulder, carding her fingers through the back of his hair. She wouldn't say it out loud - but she'd love waking up like this every morning, snug and wrapped up in his arms.

Her eye caught with his - his words caused her heart to skip a couple dozen beats and a huge smile to draw across her lips.

"Phenomenal..." She breathed heavy. "Yeah, I'd say phenomenal." Her entire body still tingled all over - it was a high she didn't want to come down from anytime soon.

Her cheeks grew warm, the warmth spreading across her face and down her chest - she was blushing, she couldn’t believe how much she blushed around him - how easy it was for him to make her blush without even trying. Her body now melted against his completely. For the first time in a long time, she felt complete and whole again.

“Mmm,” he groaned as his eyes drifted shut and he buried his nose into her thick, dark tresses. So long as he remained like this, absolutely nothing in the world could bother him. This just all felt so natural to him, as if this was always meant to be. Everything he’d done, every person he’d been with, was to prepare him for a lifetime with this one woman.

Both of their bodies were covered in films of sweat, but it only reminded him of the moment he laid eyes on her in that dark forest, and how all that happened led to this major highlight in their relationship.

She was comfortable and content, happy to not move a single muscle. Their combined warmth chased away the chill that drifted against her bare skin. This was perfect, almost too perfect to believe that it wasn't just some dream. But she knew when she woke up she would still be there wrapped up in his arms... completely safe.

The force that brought them together that night in the woods might not be known, but whatever it was, she thanked it often. Her closed off heart was now reopened, and feeling feelings she had long forgotten. It was almost scary to think she'd opened herself back up... opened that door and gave him the power to destroy her... but it...this...? It was well worth the risk.

Now sitting up on his elbow but able to gaze down upon her, Leon’s face brightened and asked, “So, you up for some pie? I saw that little café they had on the side of the lobby. We can go on a quick lunch-dinner-whatever time it is break, then go for Round Two?”

Her fingers had combed through the back of his hair, both of their breathing now becoming more settled, before he sat up. Shifting under the sheet, her eyes lock with his.

"Mmm, pie." She practically moaned the word pie. "I love the idea of pie, but getting dressed again possesses effort." She laughed, wiggling back from out under the sheet. "But the idea of round two makes me want to hurry and get that pie out of the way."

It took a LOT of effort on her part to finally drag herself away from his warmth, but when she did, she shifted from the bed and began chasing down her clothing that was scattered all along the floor.

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