Dignity
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That little shimmy had my hips involuntarily grinding into her soft, sweet spot. The tip of my cock hit her damp fold, felt her body flutter around the pressure, and I almost dropped her because it felt so good. I hit the side of the bed and bent my knees so I could sit her down on the edge. When I was done, I was on my knees between her spread legs. I stopped breathing for a second at the sight of all her shiny, pink skin. She twitched like she was getting ready to close her legs against my intense scrutiny, but I used the width of my shoulders to stop her. I was so close to knowing how she tasted, how she felt spread across my tongue. I put a hand on the inside of her knee and trailed it up the inside of her thigh.
She quaked and quivered against my fingertips and when I looked up at her, I was surprised to find her reaching for me. She tagged my glasses and tugged them off my face. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I told her, “I can’t see without those.”
She tossed the expensive frames on the bed next to her and flopped on her back with her forearm over her eyes. “I don’t think you need to see what you’re doing down there. You can go by touch.” She sounded slightly amused and a little embarrassed.
I huffed out a little laugh and leaned forward so I could give her one long, thorough lick. It brought her hips up off the bed and had her heels digging into the side of the mattress. I grinned against the sensitive flesh under my lips and let my tongue dart out to tap against that sensitive bud hidden within those slick folds. “Yeah. I think I can feel my way along with no problem. If I get too far off track, just let me know.”
She moaned as I locked her clit between the blunt edge of my teeth and pulled, swirling my tongue over the trapped bundle of nerves. Her hand found the back of my head and her nails dug into my scalp. Her back arched and I felt her whole-body shudder in my hands. She was small, but every response was huge. She wasn’t shy about letting me know what she liked, and her body couldn’t hide the way it reacted to mine. She was hot, quivering against my face, liquid and molten where I tasted her. She rocked against my tongue, hips lifting and grinding as I fucked her with my mouth. She moaned and moved the arm that she had crossed over her eyes to her chest.
I wished I had my glasses on so I could watch her touch herself. She was all a blur of creamy skin and dark hair. If I narrowed my eyes just a tiny bit, her features came into stark relief and so did the pleasure that was etched in every line. Her fingers plucked at one straining nipple and moved to slowly roll over the opposite one. It was hot. She tasted good, too. Bright and warm on my tongue, she wasn’t someone I was going to be able to forget. I liked everything about her, including the way she mumbled my name and pulled me closer with her hold on my head.
I was only too happy to oblige. I moved farther into the V between her splayed legs. No more being shy or trying to cover up, she was open, exposed. She was inviting me in, and once I was there, I planned on making a place for myself. I flicked my tongue over her clit and moved the hand that was holding her leg to the bed down to her soaked opening. My fingers found her entrance with a slick sound. It was loud in the quiet room, sexy and unmistakable. She was turned on, she wanted me, and I could feel it as she pulsed around my fingers. All of her was small and compact, this part of her was no different. It took a second for her body to soften, to loosen enough around the thick digits that were stroking her. I spread them apart, twisted my wrist and pumped them in and out of her. Her breath caught and she went still as I curved my fingertips, searching for that tender, elusive place that would break her into a million pieces.
Technically, I knew what women liked. I was an observer by nature, a student, and a studier. Whenever I was with someone, I paid attention to what worked and what didn’t. There were things that all of them seemed to enjoy the most, so those were the things I tended to focus on. Because of my attention to detail, I felt I was a skilled lover. I knew all the tricks of the trade, but I’d never, not once, felt a personal investment in getting my partner off. I knew they would, I made sure of it. At least not until this woman who was currently writhing and moaning under me. I didn’t want her to come in my mouth because I knew what I was doing. I wanted her to come in my mouth because I was the one doing the touching and tasting. I wanted her to get off because of me and all over me. I was invested as hell in Noe’s pleasure and bringing her as much of it as I possibly could.
Lick, suck, swirl. I was relentless against her clit as she bucked against my invading fingers and ground herself down on my hand over and over again.
“Snowden.” My name was breathless and pleading. No one called me that but her, and it felt significant. To her, I was more than Stark.
“You’re so tight. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re strangling.” She gasped and I saw her eyes fly open as her head lifted so she could look at me. “You’re fucking hot, too. It feels like I’m sliding my fingers through liquid fire. Can you feel how wet you are?” She twisted up and scratched at the back of my head. I nudged her slippery folds with the end of my nose and breathed out the warning, “You’re gonna have to get a whole lot wetter than that when I fuck you, Noe. My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than my fingers.” I inserted another one and twisted my wrist at the same time as I dragged my teeth over her straining little clit.
She gave a muffled scream as her entire body tightened and locked around me. I felt the heated flood of her release circle my still gliding fingers as her silken walls fluttered around them. I lifted my head so I could kiss her right below her belly button and grinned as her stomach hollowed out. She shifted so that she could put her hands on my cheeks as I levered myself up and over her, blocking out the less-than-stellar view outside the big windows.
“I take your glasses off and you become some kind of dirty talking lothario. Who would’ve thought?” She was breathless and pliant beneath me. I loved that she looked a little dazed and bewildered.
“Like a kinky version of Superman.” I kissed the side of her neck and braced myself above her with the bar of my forearm over the top of her head. The bulk of my body covered her delicate frame from head to toe.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I slowly dragged my cock through the moisture that was left between her legs. She dug her heels into the curve of my ass and told me, “You’re your own kind of hero, Stark. You don’t need to be a knock off of one that doesn’t exist.” I closed my eyes against the way her words made that vacant place in my chest, where my heart should be, ache. I wasn’t any kind of hero.
“I need to get a condom.” She twisted my head all around, but I could never quite shake that logical reasoning that always had me in its stranglehold. If I got inside of her uncovered, skin to skin, it was going to be all over. There would be no thinking clearly and doing the right thing.
She stared up at me with wide, honest eyes and I almost said ‘fuck it’ and sank into her bare without asking her if it was okay.
“I’ve got an IUD. I’m good, clean.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Hard to date when you’re homeless.”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes against the reminder that she had nothing and wanted to keep it that way, that she was going back to nothing, disappearing once it was safe enough to do so.
“I’m clean. I’m picky and I’m careful. It’s hard to date when you don’t have a heart.” Even though the once absentee organ was now pounding furiously and erratically in the center of my chest.
She scowled but her quick nod gave me the go ahead to take her bare and raw, but her scowl quickly melted when I rocked forward, opening her up and making room for myself inside of her.
We both groaned. We both moved closer. We both closed our eyes. It was intense and it was electric. I felt every quiver and shiver along my bones.
“You feel better yet, Noe?” The words came out on a rasp as I worked to get a few more inches of my throbbing, aching cock into her snug channel. I was right. She was tight enough to strangle my dick, her body holding onto mine like she never wanted to let me go. God, I hoped the rest of her felt the same way because after this taste of her, after pounding into her, riding her, owning her, I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to let her walk away from me.
“Getting there, Snowden. I’m getting there.” There was humor as well as passion in her voice and when she came the second time, she took me with her, and I was pretty sure neither one of us could feel anything but good.
I’d been born to be one of the best, but I was broken. With her, I was something in between those two things, and for the first time in my life, I wondered if I had found what ‘normal’ looked like. If I had found the place where I could just be . . . be what this woman needed and whom I needed to be in order to find happiness.
Noe
I was back to being impressed by him.
It was hard not to be when all that muscle and strength was moving over me and inside of me. It was also impossible to keep my head clear when those stormy eyes watched every response, picked up on every reaction, and dissected my every shiver and shake. He was studying me, learning me, observing me, and there was something undeniably erotic about having all that intensity and focus directed at me and nothing else. It was like I was the only thing in his entire world that existed. There wasn’t a crumbling city outside the windows. There wasn’t a looming plan for revenge eating away at him. There was no axe hanging over his head, no worry that he had to pretend to be something he wasn’t to keep himself out of the government’s hands. There was just me, and only me, and there were the things he did that made me scream his name and fall apart in his big, skilled hands. It was a powerful feeling, intoxicating and heady.
She quaked and quivered against my fingertips and when I looked up at her, I was surprised to find her reaching for me. She tagged my glasses and tugged them off my face. I felt my eyebrows furrow as I told her, “I can’t see without those.”
She tossed the expensive frames on the bed next to her and flopped on her back with her forearm over her eyes. “I don’t think you need to see what you’re doing down there. You can go by touch.” She sounded slightly amused and a little embarrassed.
I huffed out a little laugh and leaned forward so I could give her one long, thorough lick. It brought her hips up off the bed and had her heels digging into the side of the mattress. I grinned against the sensitive flesh under my lips and let my tongue dart out to tap against that sensitive bud hidden within those slick folds. “Yeah. I think I can feel my way along with no problem. If I get too far off track, just let me know.”
She moaned as I locked her clit between the blunt edge of my teeth and pulled, swirling my tongue over the trapped bundle of nerves. Her hand found the back of my head and her nails dug into my scalp. Her back arched and I felt her whole-body shudder in my hands. She was small, but every response was huge. She wasn’t shy about letting me know what she liked, and her body couldn’t hide the way it reacted to mine. She was hot, quivering against my face, liquid and molten where I tasted her. She rocked against my tongue, hips lifting and grinding as I fucked her with my mouth. She moaned and moved the arm that she had crossed over her eyes to her chest.
I wished I had my glasses on so I could watch her touch herself. She was all a blur of creamy skin and dark hair. If I narrowed my eyes just a tiny bit, her features came into stark relief and so did the pleasure that was etched in every line. Her fingers plucked at one straining nipple and moved to slowly roll over the opposite one. It was hot. She tasted good, too. Bright and warm on my tongue, she wasn’t someone I was going to be able to forget. I liked everything about her, including the way she mumbled my name and pulled me closer with her hold on my head.
I was only too happy to oblige. I moved farther into the V between her splayed legs. No more being shy or trying to cover up, she was open, exposed. She was inviting me in, and once I was there, I planned on making a place for myself. I flicked my tongue over her clit and moved the hand that was holding her leg to the bed down to her soaked opening. My fingers found her entrance with a slick sound. It was loud in the quiet room, sexy and unmistakable. She was turned on, she wanted me, and I could feel it as she pulsed around my fingers. All of her was small and compact, this part of her was no different. It took a second for her body to soften, to loosen enough around the thick digits that were stroking her. I spread them apart, twisted my wrist and pumped them in and out of her. Her breath caught and she went still as I curved my fingertips, searching for that tender, elusive place that would break her into a million pieces.
Technically, I knew what women liked. I was an observer by nature, a student, and a studier. Whenever I was with someone, I paid attention to what worked and what didn’t. There were things that all of them seemed to enjoy the most, so those were the things I tended to focus on. Because of my attention to detail, I felt I was a skilled lover. I knew all the tricks of the trade, but I’d never, not once, felt a personal investment in getting my partner off. I knew they would, I made sure of it. At least not until this woman who was currently writhing and moaning under me. I didn’t want her to come in my mouth because I knew what I was doing. I wanted her to come in my mouth because I was the one doing the touching and tasting. I wanted her to get off because of me and all over me. I was invested as hell in Noe’s pleasure and bringing her as much of it as I possibly could.
Lick, suck, swirl. I was relentless against her clit as she bucked against my invading fingers and ground herself down on my hand over and over again.
“Snowden.” My name was breathless and pleading. No one called me that but her, and it felt significant. To her, I was more than Stark.
“You’re so tight. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re strangling.” She gasped and I saw her eyes fly open as her head lifted so she could look at me. “You’re fucking hot, too. It feels like I’m sliding my fingers through liquid fire. Can you feel how wet you are?” She twisted up and scratched at the back of my head. I nudged her slippery folds with the end of my nose and breathed out the warning, “You’re gonna have to get a whole lot wetter than that when I fuck you, Noe. My dick is a hell of a lot bigger than my fingers.” I inserted another one and twisted my wrist at the same time as I dragged my teeth over her straining little clit.
She gave a muffled scream as her entire body tightened and locked around me. I felt the heated flood of her release circle my still gliding fingers as her silken walls fluttered around them. I lifted my head so I could kiss her right below her belly button and grinned as her stomach hollowed out. She shifted so that she could put her hands on my cheeks as I levered myself up and over her, blocking out the less-than-stellar view outside the big windows.
“I take your glasses off and you become some kind of dirty talking lothario. Who would’ve thought?” She was breathless and pliant beneath me. I loved that she looked a little dazed and bewildered.
“Like a kinky version of Superman.” I kissed the side of her neck and braced myself above her with the bar of my forearm over the top of her head. The bulk of my body covered her delicate frame from head to toe.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist as I slowly dragged my cock through the moisture that was left between her legs. She dug her heels into the curve of my ass and told me, “You’re your own kind of hero, Stark. You don’t need to be a knock off of one that doesn’t exist.” I closed my eyes against the way her words made that vacant place in my chest, where my heart should be, ache. I wasn’t any kind of hero.
“I need to get a condom.” She twisted my head all around, but I could never quite shake that logical reasoning that always had me in its stranglehold. If I got inside of her uncovered, skin to skin, it was going to be all over. There would be no thinking clearly and doing the right thing.
She stared up at me with wide, honest eyes and I almost said ‘fuck it’ and sank into her bare without asking her if it was okay.
“I’ve got an IUD. I’m good, clean.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Hard to date when you’re homeless.”
I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes against the reminder that she had nothing and wanted to keep it that way, that she was going back to nothing, disappearing once it was safe enough to do so.
“I’m clean. I’m picky and I’m careful. It’s hard to date when you don’t have a heart.” Even though the once absentee organ was now pounding furiously and erratically in the center of my chest.
She scowled but her quick nod gave me the go ahead to take her bare and raw, but her scowl quickly melted when I rocked forward, opening her up and making room for myself inside of her.
We both groaned. We both moved closer. We both closed our eyes. It was intense and it was electric. I felt every quiver and shiver along my bones.
“You feel better yet, Noe?” The words came out on a rasp as I worked to get a few more inches of my throbbing, aching cock into her snug channel. I was right. She was tight enough to strangle my dick, her body holding onto mine like she never wanted to let me go. God, I hoped the rest of her felt the same way because after this taste of her, after pounding into her, riding her, owning her, I wasn’t sure that I was going to be able to let her walk away from me.
“Getting there, Snowden. I’m getting there.” There was humor as well as passion in her voice and when she came the second time, she took me with her, and I was pretty sure neither one of us could feel anything but good.
I’d been born to be one of the best, but I was broken. With her, I was something in between those two things, and for the first time in my life, I wondered if I had found what ‘normal’ looked like. If I had found the place where I could just be . . . be what this woman needed and whom I needed to be in order to find happiness.
Noe
I was back to being impressed by him.
It was hard not to be when all that muscle and strength was moving over me and inside of me. It was also impossible to keep my head clear when those stormy eyes watched every response, picked up on every reaction, and dissected my every shiver and shake. He was studying me, learning me, observing me, and there was something undeniably erotic about having all that intensity and focus directed at me and nothing else. It was like I was the only thing in his entire world that existed. There wasn’t a crumbling city outside the windows. There wasn’t a looming plan for revenge eating away at him. There was no axe hanging over his head, no worry that he had to pretend to be something he wasn’t to keep himself out of the government’s hands. There was just me, and only me, and there were the things he did that made me scream his name and fall apart in his big, skilled hands. It was a powerful feeling, intoxicating and heady.
