He said he didn't care, but his frown suggested otherwise. A frown may have simply been the best response to being accused, however obliquely, of bestiality. "Naked would be cheaper," she said against his mouth.
"Don't remind me," he said in turn, and her groan was high-pitched as his thumbs brushed her nipples. She felt his mouth curve against hers, his hands going lower to slide beneath her shirt. When she groaned again he pulled away, raising an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Keep touching," she said, hands on his wrists to keep him from taking them away. "Lots of touching."
"Any particular reason?" he asked, though he was happy enough to comply, hands sliding over her ribcage and making her sigh before cupping her breasts beneath her shirt. Her hands slid along his arms to rest on his shoulders.
"I just switched," she said, slightly petulant, as if this should have been obvious to him. "I need to work out all the kinks." She leaned into his touch, biting her lip as he toyed with her nipples again, already hard just from rubbing against the shirt. "I like this better than your showerhead."
"Huh." He bent to nuzzle at her neck, getting the scarf out of his way so that he could nip at her skin, sliding her shirt higher. "I just thought being a dog was gross."
"I'm never gross," she said indignantly, although this was a lie. It was true, however, that she was least likely to be gross while she was a dog. She was much tidier and more polite as a dog than she was as a person, whatever that may have said about her. She made a small sound as he bit harder at her neck, squeezed her breasts. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, and he slid his hands down her body to lift her thighs, picking her up as she squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around him. "You don't have to carry me," she giggled, breasts pressing against his shirt as she clung to him. "My legs are people-length now."
"Debatable," he said, setting her down on her couch, kissing her before she could object.
"I'm really not that small," she said as he started to kiss lower, lifting her shirt out of the way so that he could draw circles around her nipples with his tongue. His glasses tried to fall off his face, but he pre-empted them by pulling them off and tossing them onto the coffee table.
"According to these tags, you're extra-small," he said, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed down her sternum, reaching down to wrap his hands around her ankles and lift them higher. His hands ran up the length of her legs, and she hummed with pleasure, running her nails through his hair and along his scalp. He pressed his palms into slender thighs, curled and rolled his fingers as he rubbed them up and down and up again until her humming turned into moans.
Definitely much better than a shower.
One hand moved higher to push a digit inside her, then a second, and she arched her back, running her hands through her hair and biting her lip to stifle the sound. She gave up immediately, crying out as his fingers pushed deeper and curled. His thumb circled her clit as he pumped his fingers, making her squirm and the pitch of her voice go higher. Her heels dug dangerously into his couch to arch her back and lift her hips, press herself harder against his hand with her head tilted backward. Suddenly he stopped, pulled his fingers out of her; when she tried to move herself upright to protest, he held out the hand still slick with her arousal, stopping just short of pressing fingers to her lips.
"I didn't make you beg, last time," he said, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse in a way that sent shivers up her spine.
"I can beg," she said, and slowly she leaned forward to run her tongue along his fingers. Grey eyes were fixed on her in a manner almost unsettling as she licked his fingers clean; at first she watched him in turn, but eventually she couldn't help her eyes flicking downward, shielded by her lashes. When she was done he tipped her chin upward so that she'd look at him again.
"Beg, then," he said, letting her go to peel off his shirt. She leaned closer, wanting to touch him, and he tapped her nose chidingly. She wrinkled her nose with a suspicious narrowing of her eyes and a twitch of her ears.
If he was trying to convince her that he didn't think of her as a dog, ordering her to beg and giving her bops on the nose were not working.
Her annoyance dissipated as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and unbuckled his belt, tail trapped against the couch and attempting to wag anyway. "Please?" she said, more of a whine than she'd intended. She attempted to swallow the bizarre instinct, trying to get her voice appropriately husky instead. "Please fuck me, Grayson?"
He wasn't looking at her, and she was pretty sure that meant it was working, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, jutting out of denim and nearly making her whine again. "That could mean anything," he said, and she watched him stretch latex over skin, tempting her to reach out and touch him. "Tell me what you want exactly."
She cocked her head to the side, watching as he stroked his cock almost idly, running her tongue over her lower lip. The gesture was wasted, because he still wasn't looking her in the eye. "I want you to bend me over," she said, "and rail me until I can't breathe." She grinned. "Is that better?"
He did look up at her, then, bending over her to pin her to the couch beneath him, hand beside her waist. "Is that really what you want," he asked, "or are you just guessing what I want?"
"Does it matter?" she asked, bringing her face closer to his, a dare. Still he didn't kiss her, didn't touch her at all, and she didn't try to bridge the gap.
He brought his own face even closer, until their mouths almost touched. "Tell me what you really want," he said.
She hesitated. She arched an eyebrow. "I'd really rather see your face while you rail me," she admitted, but her tone was more droll than embarrassed. He nearly smiled, but her honestly was rewarded with a kiss, the unspoken barrier between them broken. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders again, ran her fingers through his hair. He thrust into her, shallow at first and then deeper, and she groaned into his mouth. They came apart, his face above hers, and she ran her thumbs over his cheekbones. He thrust harder, harder, until she had to give up on her affectionate petting and grip at his shoulder to brace herself.
Her head took a backward tilt as she arched against him, but in an instant his hand was on her jaw to turn her back to him, not letting her look anywhere but at him. He hooked his arms under her knees to lift them higher, heels resting on his shoulders so that his next thrust made her scream. Her nails dug into his skin, and he pulled the scarf off her neck, wrapped it around her arms and slid it up to her wrists so that they were pinned one-handed to the armrest above her head.
He continued pounding into her, a steady rhythm, and with each thrust she cried out, pulling hard at the scarf that held her. "Gray – Gray – Grayson, Grayson, I – oh, oh oh oh–" She tightened, went so tense and arched so hard that she practically lifted herself off the couch, frozen with her mouth a perfect circle as light burst behind her eyes and pleasure rippled through her, feeling like forever before she fell limp and panting. "Oooh."
"Don't remind me," he said in turn, and her groan was high-pitched as his thumbs brushed her nipples. She felt his mouth curve against hers, his hands going lower to slide beneath her shirt. When she groaned again he pulled away, raising an eyebrow. "You okay?"
"Keep touching," she said, hands on his wrists to keep him from taking them away. "Lots of touching."
"Any particular reason?" he asked, though he was happy enough to comply, hands sliding over her ribcage and making her sigh before cupping her breasts beneath her shirt. Her hands slid along his arms to rest on his shoulders.
"I just switched," she said, slightly petulant, as if this should have been obvious to him. "I need to work out all the kinks." She leaned into his touch, biting her lip as he toyed with her nipples again, already hard just from rubbing against the shirt. "I like this better than your showerhead."
"Huh." He bent to nuzzle at her neck, getting the scarf out of his way so that he could nip at her skin, sliding her shirt higher. "I just thought being a dog was gross."
"I'm never gross," she said indignantly, although this was a lie. It was true, however, that she was least likely to be gross while she was a dog. She was much tidier and more polite as a dog than she was as a person, whatever that may have said about her. She made a small sound as he bit harder at her neck, squeezed her breasts. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, and he slid his hands down her body to lift her thighs, picking her up as she squealed in surprise and wrapped her legs around him. "You don't have to carry me," she giggled, breasts pressing against his shirt as she clung to him. "My legs are people-length now."
"Debatable," he said, setting her down on her couch, kissing her before she could object.
"I'm really not that small," she said as he started to kiss lower, lifting her shirt out of the way so that he could draw circles around her nipples with his tongue. His glasses tried to fall off his face, but he pre-empted them by pulling them off and tossing them onto the coffee table.
"According to these tags, you're extra-small," he said, his breath hot against her skin. He kissed down her sternum, reaching down to wrap his hands around her ankles and lift them higher. His hands ran up the length of her legs, and she hummed with pleasure, running her nails through his hair and along his scalp. He pressed his palms into slender thighs, curled and rolled his fingers as he rubbed them up and down and up again until her humming turned into moans.
Definitely much better than a shower.
One hand moved higher to push a digit inside her, then a second, and she arched her back, running her hands through her hair and biting her lip to stifle the sound. She gave up immediately, crying out as his fingers pushed deeper and curled. His thumb circled her clit as he pumped his fingers, making her squirm and the pitch of her voice go higher. Her heels dug dangerously into his couch to arch her back and lift her hips, press herself harder against his hand with her head tilted backward. Suddenly he stopped, pulled his fingers out of her; when she tried to move herself upright to protest, he held out the hand still slick with her arousal, stopping just short of pressing fingers to her lips.
"I didn't make you beg, last time," he said, and his voice was low and slightly hoarse in a way that sent shivers up her spine.
"I can beg," she said, and slowly she leaned forward to run her tongue along his fingers. Grey eyes were fixed on her in a manner almost unsettling as she licked his fingers clean; at first she watched him in turn, but eventually she couldn't help her eyes flicking downward, shielded by her lashes. When she was done he tipped her chin upward so that she'd look at him again.
"Beg, then," he said, letting her go to peel off his shirt. She leaned closer, wanting to touch him, and he tapped her nose chidingly. She wrinkled her nose with a suspicious narrowing of her eyes and a twitch of her ears.
If he was trying to convince her that he didn't think of her as a dog, ordering her to beg and giving her bops on the nose were not working.
Her annoyance dissipated as he pulled a condom out of his pocket and unbuckled his belt, tail trapped against the couch and attempting to wag anyway. "Please?" she said, more of a whine than she'd intended. She attempted to swallow the bizarre instinct, trying to get her voice appropriately husky instead. "Please fuck me, Grayson?"
He wasn't looking at her, and she was pretty sure that meant it was working, unzipping his jeans and freeing his cock, jutting out of denim and nearly making her whine again. "That could mean anything," he said, and she watched him stretch latex over skin, tempting her to reach out and touch him. "Tell me what you want exactly."
She cocked her head to the side, watching as he stroked his cock almost idly, running her tongue over her lower lip. The gesture was wasted, because he still wasn't looking her in the eye. "I want you to bend me over," she said, "and rail me until I can't breathe." She grinned. "Is that better?"
He did look up at her, then, bending over her to pin her to the couch beneath him, hand beside her waist. "Is that really what you want," he asked, "or are you just guessing what I want?"
"Does it matter?" she asked, bringing her face closer to his, a dare. Still he didn't kiss her, didn't touch her at all, and she didn't try to bridge the gap.
He brought his own face even closer, until their mouths almost touched. "Tell me what you really want," he said.
She hesitated. She arched an eyebrow. "I'd really rather see your face while you rail me," she admitted, but her tone was more droll than embarrassed. He nearly smiled, but her honestly was rewarded with a kiss, the unspoken barrier between them broken. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders again, ran her fingers through his hair. He thrust into her, shallow at first and then deeper, and she groaned into his mouth. They came apart, his face above hers, and she ran her thumbs over his cheekbones. He thrust harder, harder, until she had to give up on her affectionate petting and grip at his shoulder to brace herself.
Her head took a backward tilt as she arched against him, but in an instant his hand was on her jaw to turn her back to him, not letting her look anywhere but at him. He hooked his arms under her knees to lift them higher, heels resting on his shoulders so that his next thrust made her scream. Her nails dug into his skin, and he pulled the scarf off her neck, wrapped it around her arms and slid it up to her wrists so that they were pinned one-handed to the armrest above her head.
He continued pounding into her, a steady rhythm, and with each thrust she cried out, pulling hard at the scarf that held her. "Gray – Gray – Grayson, Grayson, I – oh, oh oh oh–" She tightened, went so tense and arched so hard that she practically lifted herself off the couch, frozen with her mouth a perfect circle as light burst behind her eyes and pleasure rippled through her, feeling like forever before she fell limp and panting. "Oooh."
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