A tiny story for Wicked Wednesday. This week's prompt is simply 'writhe'. As ever click on the badge to see who else is being wicked. Muse. x
He watched her closely. maintaining eye contact, holding her in his gaze, letting her know he would keep her safe. He saw every flicker of conflict pass across her eyes, the tension in her lips, the slightest furrow in her brow. He knew how uncertain she was. He saw her thoughts spinning around this boundary that was being crossed. He knew she needed to trust him completely, he knew he was her anchor at this point and that every nuance in his body and his expression needed to reassure her. He was acutely aware of the impact he was having upon her.
He breathed deeply, calming his own excitement at what was unfolding. He had longed to challenge her in this way, to show her a pleasure he knew she too had longed for somewhere in her deepest desires. As he allowed a gentle smile to enter his eyes he saw her relax, watched her lips part, her breathing deepen. He knew she would be ok. He knew she could do this.
A thrill ran through his body as he saw the familiar blush begin to creep across her neck, down across her chest. He watched as she closed her eyes and moaned quietly. He watched as her body began rise and give in to pleasure as she became lost in the moment she was experiencing. Seeing her hips begin to writhe and her head fall back he knew she was ready.
He raised himself from the chair where he had been observing them, and as the man he had chosen for her pushed his cock deep into her cunt, he walked over to the bed and slid his cock into her open mouth and slowly, deliberately, he began to fuck her throat.