[Yosuke gawked while Lisbeth licked his fingers clean, staring at her with his jaw slightly slack and his eyes a bit unfocused. His chest hitched, and his junk twitched, and he found he couldn't draw a real breath anymore. No wonder he was so dizzy, he wasn't getting any oxygen. She was sucking all the air out of the room...]
[The odd little whines and pants and grunts and growls he made stopped abruptly when she straddled him, and he threw his head back so hard that it cracked off of something behind the bed. His hips thrust all of their own accord, his body somehow knowing that Lisbeth's warmth was just what he sought. Which was good, probably, because he was pretty sure he just gave himself a concussion. Stars swam in his vision, but it didn't even matter.]
[Shit, he always forgot just how good it felt. That warm, tight, literally breathtaking feeling of being surrounded by the soft inner walls of a woman. This woman. Lisbeth. He moaned again, loud enough that the neighbors were probably blushing, and sat forward eagerly. Yes. Yes. This was what life was for. This was the purpose of everything in the universe. This was good and natural and right and nothing else he'd ever done would ever compare to it. This was everything.]
[Eagerly, he let his hips snap a few times on their own. If he was being too eager, Lisbeth would stop him. She knew just how to corral him into doing as she pleased, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. He was blind with it, half frantic, panting, sweating, thrusting, gasping, growling for her. Whatever she asked him to do, he would do it. And it would be the best thing he had ever done, there was no doubt about that.]
Think I'm dying.
[Not that it mattered. But yeah, that was blood dripping down into his eye. Whatever. Something warm was dripping onto his thigh, too, and that was infintely more important and interesting. He pressed his face between Lisbeth's shoulders and thrust harder, deeper. There. Perfect. Now they could throb all over, together, all at once. Like electricity. Like the inside of a piano. Like fucking magic. He grunted softly, hissed, sighed. Yes. Oh, yes. This was what he'd come here for. Exactly this.]
[Lisbeth had already come once so now she wanted to be fucked. Fingering always made her hotter for more and that's what she wanted. She let Yosuke's hips thrust frantically and gripped the sheets tightly underneath her.]
Fuck me.. [She's panting loudly and moaning with each push of his hips.]
[Yosuke moans back when Lisbeth makes her request, and he thrusts even faster and harder. He's not sure how long he can last at this pace, but he's going to try his damndest to see if he can't make Lisbeth come again, just like this, just because she likes how he feels inside of her.
The idea gets him even hotter, and he squirms a little, changing his angle and giving her shoulder a quick, firm nip, growling again softly.]
Shit...yeah. Come for me. Hnnnh, c'mon girl. It feels so good. Shit, you're so good...shit. Ah! Uhn. So-fuck. So good. Mm. It's so good. Thank you. Shit...
[The pleasure is so great that Lisbeth subconsciously leans forward as she groans. It only took a few more of Yosuke's deep, hard thrusts to finally make her come. She straightens against his chest as she tightens around his dick and her thighs squeeze his.]
[Yosuke can't quite reply, because between the pulse of Lisbeth's orgasm and her thighs squeezing his he can't hold out any longer, not even to let her finish riding it out. He growls and pants at the same time, clinging to her as he spills over, vaguely and fuzzily wondering if it's going to be messy since he didn't have a chance to pull out this time.
His vision always goes for a moment when he comes, but when it starts to fizz back in on him he kisses Lisbeth's shouler blade and her arm and the side of her neck. He pants quietly and makes that silly, pleased humming sound that he often does when some part of her is touching some part of him.]
You said my name.
[There's awe and reverence in his tone. Just the thought makes his dick twitch again, and he hasn't even slipped out of her yet. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, slow, lazy, sincere little pecks all along her spine and shoulders and neck and arms.]
Holy shit that was awesome. I'm shaking. Are you shaking? Wow. Wow. You-you came and you said my name and that was so...hnnngh. That was awesome.
[Lisbeth was throbbing all over as she came down from her orgasm. She'd forgotten all about the condom she'd originally retrieved, but whatever. She relaxes in Yosuke's grasp until he finishes kissing her and he speaks the first time. Lisbeth feels his dick twitch inside of her and she sits up slightly with an amused smile.
She finally raises herself to her knees, letting him slowly slip out of her. Lisbeth turns around and the first thing she notices is the dried blood on his forehead. Without much of an outward reaction, she takes his good hand and places it between her legs again. She presses his fingers down onto her clit which makes her shudder and release one last sigh.
Her voice is quiet when she speaks.]
I like it when people touch my clit after I come.
[a reminder for the next time. But there were more important matters to take care of. She strokes his hair, blood smearing onto her hand. She's unfazed.]
[Yosuke's eyes widen again at being told to touch Lisbeth again, and he certainly doesn't argue with her about it. He cups himself again as best he can with the plastered hand when she shudders like that, and states in awe all over again. Shit, that was hot.
In fact, he's forgotten all about his head until Lisbeth mentions it. He nods, almost absently, then presses his hand to his forged when his vision swims a bit.]
No, I'm okay. Just a little dizzy. I lied when I said I was dying.
[He licks his lips, gazing at Lisbeth. The curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the indent where her waist sits-high? It's definitely higher than his, but maybe that's normal on a woman. He really hasn't got anything to compare it to.]
[She wasn't just about to brush this under the rug. Lisbeth wanted nothing more than to just lay on the bed and fall asleep now, but they had to stop the bleeding. She got up from the bed, brushing past him, and shakily landing on her foot.]
Get up. Let's go to the bathroom.
[She held onto his hand.]
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[There's nothing for it but to follow Lisbeth, so he does, obediently. And tries to pretend not to be checking her ass out while he's at it. She's apparently concerned about his head, or maybe just about the mess, but either way he has no objections.]
Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all.
[He lies, swaying a bit and then catching himself on the wall. He gives her a sheepish grin.]
[it's only a short walk to the bathroom, but when she hears something behind her. Lisbeth turns around and sees Yosuke against the wall.]
Don't lie to me.
[She grabs his other arm and walks slowly back into the bathroom, leading him to the toilet.]
Sit down.
[But she forces him down on it instead of waiting for him to follow her direction. Lisbeth then grabs a rag from underneath the sink and wets it. Looking into his hair, she follows the trail of blood until she finds the source. With the rag, she presses down on it to stop the bleeding.]
[Yosuke doesn't argue, he just drops heavily down where he's shoved and keeps grinning. He's a bit headachey, sure, but it doesn't hurt so badly that he's not pretty pleased with this development where Lisbeth is looking after him. And she's naked.]
[Apparently Yosuke takes the threat as part of the game, though he's not at all about to pass up an opportunity like this. When she tells him he can touch her, he grins like the Cheshire cat and with his good hand, he reaches up to knead her breast experimentally.
He watches curiously for a reaction as he does so, trying to determine if this is something a woman enjoys or if it's only fun for him. And boy, is it ever fun for him. Something about the squishy texture, the pleasant roundness, the soft, yielding flesh like ripe fruit, just begging for a taste...it sends a thrill up his spine, and he squirms a little where he's perched.
At least, until Lisbeth finds an especially tender spot on his head. Then he jerks and hisses and forgets all about it for a moment while he presses the heel of his palm between his eyes to relieve the pressure.]
[Lisbeth sighs pleasurably as Yosuke touches her breast until he jumps and yelps. She moves her hand away slightly until he's calmed and finishes cleaning up the blood. Taking his chin in her hand, she turns his head away from her so he can't see her digging through the medicine cabinet to find floss and a threading needle.]
[Lisbeth didn't reply right away as she threaded the floss through the needle. She didn't think she'd be doing this again. She then held his head down to get a better view of the wound.]
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[The odd little whines and pants and grunts and growls he made stopped abruptly when she straddled him, and he threw his head back so hard that it cracked off of something behind the bed. His hips thrust all of their own accord, his body somehow knowing that Lisbeth's warmth was just what he sought. Which was good, probably, because he was pretty sure he just gave himself a concussion. Stars swam in his vision, but it didn't even matter.]
[Shit, he always forgot just how good it felt. That warm, tight, literally breathtaking feeling of being surrounded by the soft inner walls of a woman. This woman. Lisbeth. He moaned again, loud enough that the neighbors were probably blushing, and sat forward eagerly. Yes. Yes. This was what life was for. This was the purpose of everything in the universe. This was good and natural and right and nothing else he'd ever done would ever compare to it. This was everything.]
[Eagerly, he let his hips snap a few times on their own. If he was being too eager, Lisbeth would stop him. She knew just how to corral him into doing as she pleased, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. He was blind with it, half frantic, panting, sweating, thrusting, gasping, growling for her. Whatever she asked him to do, he would do it. And it would be the best thing he had ever done, there was no doubt about that.]
Think I'm dying.
[Not that it mattered. But yeah, that was blood dripping down into his eye. Whatever. Something warm was dripping onto his thigh, too, and that was infintely more important and interesting. He pressed his face between Lisbeth's shoulders and thrust harder, deeper. There. Perfect. Now they could throb all over, together, all at once. Like electricity. Like the inside of a piano. Like fucking magic. He grunted softly, hissed, sighed. Yes. Oh, yes. This was what he'd come here for. Exactly this.]
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Fuck me.. [She's panting loudly and moaning with each push of his hips.]
Make me come again.
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The idea gets him even hotter, and he squirms a little, changing his angle and giving her shoulder a quick, firm nip, growling again softly.]
Shit...yeah. Come for me. Hnnnh, c'mon girl. It feels so good. Shit, you're so good...shit. Ah! Uhn. So-fuck. So good. Mm. It's so good. Thank you. Shit...
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Ohhh fuck, Yosuke..!
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His vision always goes for a moment when he comes, but when it starts to fizz back in on him he kisses Lisbeth's shouler blade and her arm and the side of her neck. He pants quietly and makes that silly, pleased humming sound that he often does when some part of her is touching some part of him.]
You said my name.
[There's awe and reverence in his tone. Just the thought makes his dick twitch again, and he hasn't even slipped out of her yet. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach, slow, lazy, sincere little pecks all along her spine and shoulders and neck and arms.]
Holy shit that was awesome. I'm shaking. Are you shaking? Wow. Wow. You-you came and you said my name and that was so...hnnngh. That was awesome.
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She finally raises herself to her knees, letting him slowly slip out of her. Lisbeth turns around and the first thing she notices is the dried blood on his forehead. Without much of an outward reaction, she takes his good hand and places it between her legs again. She presses his fingers down onto her clit which makes her shudder and release one last sigh.
Her voice is quiet when she speaks.]
I like it when people touch my clit after I come.
[a reminder for the next time. But there were more important matters to take care of. She strokes his hair, blood smearing onto her hand. She's unfazed.]
You're hurt.
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[Yosuke's eyes widen again at being told to touch Lisbeth again, and he certainly doesn't argue with her about it. He cups himself again as best he can with the plastered hand when she shudders like that, and states in awe all over again. Shit, that was hot.
In fact, he's forgotten all about his head until Lisbeth mentions it. He nods, almost absently, then presses his hand to his forged when his vision swims a bit.]
No, I'm okay. Just a little dizzy. I lied when I said I was dying.
[He licks his lips, gazing at Lisbeth. The curve of her shoulders, the swell of her breasts, the indent where her waist sits-high? It's definitely higher than his, but maybe that's normal on a woman. He really hasn't got anything to compare it to.]
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[She wasn't just about to brush this under the rug. Lisbeth wanted nothing more than to just lay on the bed and fall asleep now, but they had to stop the bleeding. She got up from the bed, brushing past him, and shakily landing on her foot.]
Get up. Let's go to the bathroom.
[She held onto his hand.]
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Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all.
[He lies, swaying a bit and then catching himself on the wall. He gives her a sheepish grin.]
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Don't lie to me.
[She grabs his other arm and walks slowly back into the bathroom, leading him to the toilet.]
Sit down.
[But she forces him down on it instead of waiting for him to follow her direction. Lisbeth then grabs a rag from underneath the sink and wets it. Looking into his hair, she follows the trail of blood until she finds the source. With the rag, she presses down on it to stop the bleeding.]
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You don't make a bad nurse at all.
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You won't like me once I stop the bleeding. But you can touch me if you want.
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[Apparently Yosuke takes the threat as part of the game, though he's not at all about to pass up an opportunity like this. When she tells him he can touch her, he grins like the Cheshire cat and with his good hand, he reaches up to knead her breast experimentally.
He watches curiously for a reaction as he does so, trying to determine if this is something a woman enjoys or if it's only fun for him. And boy, is it ever fun for him. Something about the squishy texture, the pleasant roundness, the soft, yielding flesh like ripe fruit, just begging for a taste...it sends a thrill up his spine, and he squirms a little where he's perched.
At least, until Lisbeth finds an especially tender spot on his head. Then he jerks and hisses and forgets all about it for a moment while he presses the heel of his palm between his eyes to relieve the pressure.]
Ow!
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[Slightly nervous. Because shouldn't she be telling him to suck it up by now or something? Why is she still checking something out?]
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Stay still.
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[Naturally, he squirms. And his voice takes on a slight edge.]
What are you doing?
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[Nope, still squirming. And decidedly unhappy, here.]
Wh-what the hell?
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[She pauses to let it sink in.]
Do you want me to pull it out and do it again?
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[That comes out decidedly squeaky. Wow, no. This isn't cool, nothing about this is cool! A sheen of sweat breaks out across his forehead.]
Oooh...I'm kind of woozy. I don't think you should be doing that...
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Do you even know what you're doing?
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[Not as comforting as you'd think.]
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