"Well, I'll see what I can do about that," she laughed, pulling him inside and shutting the door behind them. In the dark of the cottage she pressed tight to him and kissed him hungrily.
"Fuck, yes. You make me come so hard. You want me, I know you want me. I'm
gonna ride you til you can't take it," she promised. This was as close as
she got to the thrill of a crowd and it wasn't the same, not a bit, but it
was better than nothing. She could tell he adored her, at least while she
was on top of him.
"Yes..." he moaned. He couldn't get over her enthusiasm, and how it was genuinely directed at him. She was riding him like she couldn't get enough of it. She also felt a little like one of those crazy girls who were amazing in bed but should come with warning labels. She hadn't snapped yet, though.
Lyric took a risk and leaned forward. She grabbed his wrists and pinned him
to the bed, all the while rising on him and grinding down. A little roll of
her hips to make sure he felt every bit of her.
"You gonna come?" she asked breathlessly. "I want to get you off so bad. So
bad," she panted. Like this she was so close. Grinding down worked her clit
just right.
House's eyes went a little wide when she pinned his wrists; but christ, that was unexpectedly hot. "Fuck yes - " he gasped. He really was... really close... and she was utterly in control.
Lyric knew just how to move to get herself off. She had been with too many
men who didn't know shit about pleasing a woman so she had naturally just
taken over.
She was panting as she rode him, squeezed his wrists, buckled like that...
Then it hit her and she cried out, arching her back. Now he could fuck her,
if he could manage. She was done for.
House wished he could grab her, flip her over, fuck her... but that wasn't happening. Though even if he'd been able he wasn't sure he'd have been able to hold out. Not long after he felt her body tighten around him, he was coming too, looking up at the expression on her face, the way the arch of her back highlighted her breasts. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His breath left him. He groaned... well, orgasmically.
"I went to that portal but I didn't go through. I saw a place I'd never
seen and wasn't keen on going from here to someplace else I didn't know.
Especially without my guitar," she told him.
"I think I'd have had a broken heart. Something to write a song about..."
she said as she curled up against him. It amazed her a bit what tender
feelings she had for Greg. She knew she shouldn't but she did.
The quiet sincerity in her voice really threw him. He wasn't really sure what to say. But his instinct was to err on the side of protecting her. "You really don't want to let yourself be in a position where that could happen," he said quietly.
"Yeah. Probably," she said. Thinking on it, it probably wasn't good to get
feelings for anyone here. She certainly wasn't looking to settle down. Greg
was a good bit of fun, but...well, not realistic.
"I have to pee. Stay here," she said as she slipped out of bed.
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"Fuck, yes. You make me come so hard. You want me, I know you want me. I'm gonna ride you til you can't take it," she promised. This was as close as she got to the thrill of a crowd and it wasn't the same, not a bit, but it was better than nothing. She could tell he adored her, at least while she was on top of him.
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Lyric took a risk and leaned forward. She grabbed his wrists and pinned him to the bed, all the while rising on him and grinding down. A little roll of her hips to make sure he felt every bit of her.
"You gonna come?" she asked breathlessly. "I want to get you off so bad. So bad," she panted. Like this she was so close. Grinding down worked her clit just right.
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Lyric knew just how to move to get herself off. She had been with too many men who didn't know shit about pleasing a woman so she had naturally just taken over.
She was panting as she rode him, squeezed his wrists, buckled like that...
Then it hit her and she cried out, arching her back. Now he could fuck her, if he could manage. She was done for.
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"That's right. That's good," she panted, sinking down onto him to give him a slow, lazy kiss.
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"You alright there, baby?" Lyric asked softly as she gently came down off the high.
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"I hope so," she grinned. She kissed him one more time. "Take all the time you need to get your head back, alright?"
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Then, after a beat - "Hey Lyric, did you notice when I was gone?"
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"Yeah, I noticed that you weren't around for a bit," she replied. "Where was you at?"
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"I went to that portal but I didn't go through. I saw a place I'd never seen and wasn't keen on going from here to someplace else I didn't know. Especially without my guitar," she told him.
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"Say...that's not a bad holiday," she grinned.
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"It'd be dead boring here if you weren't around," she replied, a bit more softly.
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"Well, there's a silver lining," House said.
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"I think I'd have had a broken heart. Something to write a song about..." she said as she curled up against him. It amazed her a bit what tender feelings she had for Greg. She knew she shouldn't but she did.
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"You don't know. I might," she said quietly.
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"Yeah. Probably," she said. Thinking on it, it probably wasn't good to get feelings for anyone here. She certainly wasn't looking to settle down. Greg was a good bit of fun, but...well, not realistic.
"I have to pee. Stay here," she said as she slipped out of bed.
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