Round two

Her plea hangs in the air, a fragile thread snapping taut. I push back from the table, chair scraping rough against the linoleum, and stand. The capsules pulse hotter now, blood thickening with promise. Tessa rises to meet me, plates forgotten amid scattered silverware, her body a live wire under my gaze. Naked still, skin flushed from the meal's simmer, she steps into my space, breasts brushing my chest. Full lips part wider, breath hitching as my hands find her hips.

I guide her backward through the living room, kisses turning urgent along the way. Her calves bump the bed frame first, mattress dipping under her weight as she falls onto it laughing soft, dark hair fanning across the pillows. The sheets are rumpled from earlier frenzy, stained faintly with our earlier release. I follow her down, knees bracketing her thighs, forearms caging her shoulders. Our eyes lock—hers wide and gleaming, pupils blown with that compelled hunger. "Take your time," I murmur, voice low against her ear. "Savor me."

She shivers at the words, thighs parting instinctive to cradle me closer. My cock nestles heavy along her slick folds, not entering yet, just pressing warm and insistent. Her arms loop around my neck, pulling our chests flush, nipples grazing my skin in electric points. We roll slow like that, bodies entwining lazy, until she's curled against my side—head on my shoulder, one leg thrown over my hip. The room's dim now, lamp casting amber pools across freckled olive skin. Her fingers resume their patterns, tracing the ridges of my abs, dipping lower to circle the base of my shaft teasingly light.

Contentment settles first, heavy and sweet. I stroke her back in long sweeps, palm gliding from the nape of her neck down the subtle curve of her spine, thumb pressing into those dimples I claimed earlier. Her breath fans even across my collarbone, soft sighs punctuating the quiet. "Feels like home here," she whispers, lips brushing damp. "Even if the oath dragged me back every night." No resentment lingers in her tone—just raw truth, devotion weaving tighter with each confession. The punishment bond frays at the edges, addiction blooming where resistance once stood.

Minutes blur, bodies warming in lazy friction. Her thigh flexes against mine, folds slicking my hip as she shifts closer. Hand wanders bolder, cupping my balls gentle, rolling them in her palm while fingertips ghost my length. I harden fully under her touch, veins pulsing hot. "You're beautiful like this," I say, turning her chin up with a knuckle. Her full lips curve into a shy smile, cheeks blooming pink despite the boldness between us. Kiss her deep then, tongue delving slow, tasting salt and steak and the faint tang of our shared meal.

She moans into my mouth, hips grinding instinctive. My free hand slips between her thighs, fingers parting puffy folds to find her clit swollen and slick. Circles it feather-light, drawing a gasp that arches her back. Juices coat my digits quick, warm and viscous—ours mixed from before, her fresh arousal. "More," she pleads, but I deny with a grin, withdrawing to lick her essence clean while she watches, thighs trembling. Tease her open instead, index finger tracing her entrance shallow, dipping just enough to spark whimpers.

We shift again, her straddling my waist proper now. Hands brace on my chest, nails digging crescents into pecs as she hovers above me. Messy bun finally unravels, dark waves cascading wild over shoulders and breasts. She rocks slow, folds gliding along my length in wet drags, coating me fully. Precum beads at my tip, smearing bright against her olive skin. "Want you inside," she breathes, voice cracking husky. I nod once, hips lifting to nudge her open.

Descent comes agonizing inch by inch. Her walls yield hot and velvet-tight, gripping every ridge as she sinks down. A groan escapes us both when she bottoms out, ass settling flush against my thighs, balls nestling warm below. Fullness stretches her visible, lips straining thin around my girth. She pauses there, grinding circular, clit pressing my pubic bone in needy pulses. "So deep," she gasps, head tipping back, throat working on a swallow.

I let her set the rhythm at first—hands roaming her body worshipful. Palms cup those B-cups firm, thumbs flicking peaked nipples until they deepen red. She rides tentative, hips circling more than bouncing, savoring the drag. Breaths turn ragged, bunched muscles in her thighs flexing with each roll. Sweat beads fresh along her collarbone, trickling down to pool in the hollow of her throat. I lap it up slow, tongue tracing salt before capturing her mouth again.

Pace builds inevitable. Her hands flatten on my abs for leverage, lifts pulling halfway off before slamming down wet and emphatic. Slaps echo soft in the room, mingled with the squelch of her arousal, my cock plunging deep each time. "Fuck, yes," she chants, eyes squeezing shut, brows furrowing in bliss. I thrust up to meet her, angles sharpening the plunge, tip kissing her cervix on every bottom-out. Balls tighten already, capsules fueling the surge—seed churning low and ready unlike her failed attempts before.

Flip us sudden, pinning her beneath me without breaking stride. Her legs hook my waist eager, ankles crossing to lock me close. Missionary turns primal, elbows braced by her ears, my weight bearing her into the mattress. Pounds come steady, relentless—skin slapping skin, her tits jiggling with each impact. "Claim me," she cries, nails raking my back in fiery trails. "Make it forever."

Words unravel her. Walls clench vise-tight around me, milking rhythmic as her orgasm crests. She bows off the bed, olive skin sheening, throat exposed in a silent scream that breaks to my name. Juices flood hot, drenching my shaft and thighs, pulses dragging me deeper. I chase my own edge ruthless now, hips snapping pistoning. Balls draw up sharp, release barreling through—ropes of cum erupting thick inside her, painting walls white. Grinds out every spurt deliberate, her aftershocks wringing me dry.

Collapse follows gentle, rolling us sideways again. Cock stays buried soft, plugging our spend deep. She clings like vines, leg draped heavy over mine, face nuzzled into my neck. "You came," she whispers wondrous, fingers stroking my damp hair. "I did it." Pride swells in her voice, bond sealing tighter—punishment dissolving into pure addiction.

Chest heaving syncs with hers, room thick with sex and sweat. Windows frame city glow distant, clock ticking toward nine. Night stretches endless ahead. I kiss her forehead slow, arm banding her waist possessive. "Mine forever," I confirm soft. Her hum vibrates affirmative, body melting limp in my hold. Sleep tugs subtle, but hunger lingers banked for later rekindling.

Tessa drifts first, breaths evening deep. I follow languid, phone buzzing faint on the nightstand. Another bond edged toward eternal.