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[And one more parting kiss as he finally, finally eases himself back up into a kneel. He, too, misses the hug of her insides around his fingers, as well as the press of his cock against her thigh. Which is why he'll waste no time at all to reapply more oil, tipping it into his palm and slicking his cock again with a fresh new shine.

And it probably comes as no surprise that he similarly doesn't waste time bumping the head of his cock against her rim when he's through.]

And more?

[ oh, this is happening. ]

Yes. [ breathless ] More and more and more.

[It’s most certainly happening. There was never any doubt — and at this point, the anticipation has run too high for him to tease or drag it out for much longer. Even the pressure of his tip against her hole makes the warmth in his belly feel again like molten fire.

So low exhale, one hand moving to brace against her thigh, acting as both an anchor point and to keep her folded up and at that slight angle. His other holds the base of his slicked cock as Henry pushes himself in, in, slow, inside of her. His head, eventually swallowed by her.

A snug fit, a stretch — a bit more girth to his cock than two fingers, after all.]

[ and she feels it. her entire body like a singular bruise, a throb around him where he's only just past the rim, and a new flush in her cheeks and neck and chest. she's blushing. ]

Oh, you. You're so warm. So stiff. I... [ a little cracking moan ] it's good.

[ she's fisting up the sheets until they groan. Henry is a slight man but he's tall and lithe in all the ways that make him seem to engulf her now: leaning over, holding her folded in half. that's good, too. an easier slide. and that's what this will become, so long as she doesn't tense. a sliiiiide. ]

Kiss me—

[Henry’s pale complexion has long been flushed, though now the pinkish but has seeped down his neck, spreading gently across his chest. His heart is absolutely hammering, even seated so minimally inside of her — the way she hugs him at her entrance should be no surprise since he experienced it with his fingers, but to feel it around his cock is another matter entirely.

Already, it’s so different from her spider body, which was all give and easy stretch and a strange, malleable softness. As much as he loved that, this feels closer, somehow. More intimate. Probably because he does engulf her, in a way, his body pressed close, making her bend for him.

And pressed even closer she requests a kiss, leaning forward in a motion that doubles as a slow thrust forward, to bury the full length of him slowly but steadily inside of her. Yes, that’s right — it is a slide. The feeling is utterly sublime, and out come messy, clumsy words as he seeks her lips with a messy, clumsy kiss.]

Fuck. Sprezzatura, it’s like you swallow me whole.

I do. I do...

[ inch by aching inch, Sprezzatura making choked noises, almost pained noises, the entire while. her body clutching tremblingly tight around him where they join, then the warm, soft, and slick insides. to her, the slide goes on forever. she muffles herself in his mouth, cupping his face to prolong the kiss. his entry feels good, but kissing is better.

he's big. she'd thought he was big then, but... no. this is it. psychologically, too, this is it.

in fact. knowing how men are, how they like to hear this, she croons against his lips, ] You give me so much to swallow. Henry...

[It is a boost to his ego, in that roundabout way — after all, all that matters is that he’s big enough to please her. That he makes her feel so good, filled to the brim. He’s never had a reason to care about size before now.

She’s clenched snug around his base, but her insides are impossibly soft and warm. He can’t help the low moan that escapes his lips, a murmur between their mouths as she keeps him drawn in close. Even without any real movement so far, she feels better than he thought she would; and he had high expectations already.]

Do I?

[Barely any effort at all to draw his cock out of her by a few inches, letting mere instinct take over. It’s as though she grips him tightly the entire way, and just the same as he sinks into her again. Ohh, yes. Fucking her like this will be just as unreal as before.

So breathily-]

But you take me in so easily. It’s like we were made for each other.

[ such a small movement and yet the sound she makes is monumental: a rich, deep groan that turns into hard and fast panting. and she clutches him with her arms, too. her body sucks him back deep inside. she imagines what it's like to be made for someone to fit into and finds her chest aches with want. ]

H—hhah! Made for touching each other like animals? You like that I let you do this. Not so above it all, Henry Creel...

[No, when it comes to rutting into her like an animal, maybe Henry Creel isn't above it all. But she should take that as something of a compliment, really, that he would ever tear down that big, steel wall of sexual repression for her. That she dredges it from inside of him so, so easily.

The sounds she makes... He urges them out again, one more slow thrust, finding his rhythm, feeling her reaction thrum beneath him and around him when she hugs him tight. His lips find her neck, a kiss and a suck, a line of teeth. There's no way to ignore the tightening coil of pleasure in his abdomen, but Henry merely lets it motivate him to find the wherewithal for a faux indignant reply.]

Don't act like you're much above it all, either, Sprezzatura. We're degenerate together.

Degenerate!

[ ahh. it's tender. she pulls her breath through her teeth as he kisses her throat, as he pushes himself into her as far as he can go. she likes it slow like this; though Henry will surely soon want to move faster, harder. he did before. ]

[She's right about that, at least. As patient as Henry can be, there's one place where that patience frays more easily than normal: in bed with her.

But for now, slow. Slow-ish. Another push inside of her, just enough to rock her body, but not enough to qualify as anywhere near rough.]

What else would you call it? My cock seated inside of you like this?

[ oh, oh, an outright whimper. curling her legs around him, hugging his hips with her thighs, so that she can move with that rocking, they both move together, and the pleasure tingles along her spine and pools at the base of it.

laughs again. her tail wriggles around until it can loop around one of Henry's thighs. little hug. ]

It is being called sodomy.

[Seamed together, close, moving as one. When he rocks into her again, he lifts his face just enough to press a hungry kiss to her lips once more.]

I think you know what I mean.

[Oh, if his cock is utterly throbbing inside of her, he can't register it — only the pressure and the softness and the way she hugs him so, so close-fitting.]

Just this base desire to fuck each other.

[ attraction. desire. warmth. he comforted her when she needed someone and has comforted her every time since. blots her tongue forwards when he kisses her, a clumsy reply. ]

Oh, say that again. I love that word in your mouth.

Hm? Which one?

[He knows which one. He breathes it against her lips.]

Fuck?

[ and it makes her shiver, folded up and pressed beneath him. head to hole to tail. ]

Yessssss. It is sounding so good in your gentle little voice.

[ it gets get hot, makes her spine prickle and her neck sweat. a prim man falling into base desires, she can make that happen. she's making it happen now.

Sprezzatura wriggles beneath him. tries to get at his ear to suck on it, or at least croon dirty nothings into. ]

Say something else.

[Her wiggling is just enough movement to qualify as a tease around his poor cock, and it incites Henry to rut into her again, rocking them both. A low exhale, wrapped up in a moan. He tilts his head to humor her words and mouth against his ear.]

You like the facade slipping off.

[As she said: his polite and proper demeanor, so carefully crafted, easily obliterated by the pleasures of her body.]

What else should I say? [Faux, playful consideration, despite the husk his voice is starting to take on.] How good it feels to fuck you? Or how I can't wait to come inside, how you'll feel every last, warm drop dripping from you when I pull out? So much to look forward to, Sprezzatura.

[ all of that, yes. her breath fans hot against his ear, spills down the side of his neck, hitching and grunting in ways that sound pained, but he'll know better. still she hugs his thigh with her tail. she hugs his body with her arms, nails scraping gently over Henry's back. ugh. it's so good. ]

No. I want you staying inside.

[A nice little sting down his back to pair with all else. She knows he likes that. He practically arches into her in response, as though they weren't close enough already, sinking deep into her.]

Oh, I'm not going anywhere just yet.

Even after.

[ he hilts in her, warm pressure, a deep internal sense of fullness and his pelvis warm and blood-slick where they touch. she trills. pulls her legs up to hold them in a wide vee by the ankles, the kind of strained fold that her body does not like anymore, if it ever liked it at all.

except, oh. she feels everything. ]

What would I do if I had my toys...

[The way she can fold herself practically in half, even if it’s a strain, is both unreal and obscene. It changes the angle just enough for Henry to feel her even more completely around him if such a thing is possible. But it must be, because he seems to sink in deeper, to fill her up more completely—

It gives him the novel little idea of propping her hips and backside up, just a bit, with his powers. He’s still atop her, still seamed close, so he can’t take advantage of that change fully, but if it’s less strain for Sprezzatura? All the more room for her to focus on him fucking her, instead.

He’s already falling into a steadier rhythm, having to time his words between his breaths.]

And what would you do? Tell me.

[ she thinks, at first, he is lifting her backside with his hands. she expects the cupping of warm palms, and instead there is nothing but the distinct pressure of hands. releases her ankles with a gasp of relief, becoming an uncouth curse, becoming a smile that's sharp at its edges. the sound of their sex is getting noisy and wet; her thighs bounce time he works his hips, and he claps against her in an obscene way, and she sees red.

what would she do? ]

Put something inside so you cannot go leaking out. Hold it inside for me to think about while you spank my poor little bottom. [ grabs for his bottom lip with her teeth, a reckless sucking kiss ] Is that what you want to hear?

Hha. I would make you suck my cock.

[Hefting her up a few degrees was a marvelous, genius idea. He feels completely sheathed in her, fully swallowed up as he works her in and out. Moreover, it frees up his own hands to slide between the lurid warmth of their bodies and give her breasts a tight… little… squeeze.

And the timing’s just right as she puts pressure on his lower lip, his own smile arching sharper, too.

There are several salacious things to unpack here. He pulls back to regain his bottom lip, and in their rocking, if it’s a little rough and stings and pulls before he can manage it, all the better.]

My swollen lips around your cock? [The imagery…] Eyes up, and only for you? You’d only have to ask. Anything for my Sprezzatura.

[ his Sprezzatura. she is not married to that possessive, if she's honest—she is a woman who hates to feel possessed by any man, or at least at a kneejerk level she does. fortunately, there's little of her mind occupied by the phrasing, because with his palms cupping her and squeezing her, she

yelps. ]

Aytch!

[ SHE SAID THEY WERE SORE ]

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