Axelle's reactions were so stunning to him, massaging his ego and pride, and as his tongue lapped hungrily at her, her juices coated it and it gave him shivers. Her moans and groans only stoked his passion, and he knew that at any moment, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back any longer.However, just at that moment, it seemed the female's good behaviour was in danger of coming to an end and he felt her hands tug his body upwards. His tongue was forced to leave it's cozy, tasty alcove and his body was dragged upwards. His hands came to rest on the mattrass on either side of her head as he held himself up over her form, returning the kisses that were so hungry in their nature. The lust burning through his entire being threatened to turn him from slow, careful gentleman into a brutal, wild animal in a nanosecond. His muscles were tensed as he held herself up over her, and his eyes closed as her tongue began it's own sultry journey down over towards his collarbone. Malakai bared his fangs and let a low grown rumble in his throat as he felt his swollen tip just inches away from her eager enterence. This was the real torture.
In his ear, he heard her desperate words, urging him on, hearing that she couldn't take it anymore. Right now, he wasn't sure he could, either. His length was hovering right over her, poised and ready to strike, his entire body shuddering with the physical effort needed to not to simply take her, despite how much she wanted him to. His body rumbled in a low snarl, his heart beating out of his chest, and before he had a chance to pull back, to remove himself from the temptation, her legs squeezed around him, keeping him in place. A quick breath was forced from him, and tilting his head a little to the side, he let his own words drift to her ear as she had done to his. "Ask me nicely..." Malakai's tone held darkness and confidence and the certainty that their time had arrived. He couldn't hold back any longer, but he would wait for her to ask him. He would wait for her to say 'please'. He wanted her to beg. It had been his mission statement from the first pang of attraction he had felt towards her. Even when she was seduced, he had wanted more, he had wanted her to be in such agonizing need for him, that she would beg for him to take her.
He made the resolution that as his tip moved ever closer to her arousal, that he would wait for that one word and only when he heard it, would he plow forwards. But not until then. His head pulled back just a little, enough for his eyes to connect with Axelle's, and as their gazes locked, they would both know that that one word would be enough to break his deadlock.
Table and Siggy by Sammiie; Photo by Diana Pinto@flickr
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