Page 43 of Marked by the Demigod

She teases his mouth open, and he lets her, surprisingly pliant, lips way warmer than hers. "Did you bring a condom?"

He nods, kissing her again, harder this time, forcing her backwards, her knees hitting the edge of the bed.

"I had some hope." He mumbles, hair falling in front of his face, twisted into disarray by her hands. "Brought one in case." Quick as a flash, he sits next to her on the bed, moving her hair aside and kissing her on the place her neck meets her shoulder, far gentler than she thought likely.

It's silent, a few moments, and she unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock.

He sucks in a quick breath, before relaxing into her touch, hand sneaking up her shirt, as if they were teenagers hiding from their parents.

She pulls off her shirt, and he immediately palms her nipples, and he kisses her down onto the bed, until her back is against the pillows and the quaint quilt.

Quiet, no sound but them, he tugs off her jeans and her far too casual panties, giving her his half-amazed, half-cocky smile, before kissing her right between her legs.

She jumps, ever so slight, before relaxing and letting her head loll onto the pillow. A hand rubbing soothingly along her hip, he kisses her again, then flicks her clit with his tongue. For a few brief seconds she's nowhere, nowhere and everywhere, distilled down to just the sensation of his tongue against her and his hand on her hip and --

She shudders, her orgasm taking her by surprise, and he pulls back, kissing her belly and slipping a finger inside her, crooking it just right.

"You're so...." he whispers, breaking the silence, then kisses her neck again instead of finishing the sentence, his finger still in her, moving slowly, too slowly, and --

She pulls up, then twists so she straddles him, damp and feeling way too aching to still be here. "Where's the condom?"

His eyes are wide as he digs it out of his now discarded pants pocket, and she rolls it down him and he's just...wrecked. He screws his eyes shut, as if he was in pain, as if he can't handle everything, as if it is too much, and she sinks down on him and he gasps.

It feels good, it's good, like something was missing and then all of a sudden there again, and she hmms before rocking herself forward.

He grips the quilt in both hands, as if holding himself back from grabbing at her, and she really wishes he would instead.

"Are you okay?" She whispers, still rocking and relishing his heavyweight inside of her.

He nods, as if unable to speak.

She clenches down on him, and he gasps, eyes flying open. "I asked you a question," she murmurs, leaning close to his ears.

"Holy fuck," he chokes out, hands finally unwinding from the quilt and coming up to the small of her back. "Holy fuck, I--" and he sits up, sudden, holding her upright against him, and he's inside her so hard, so deep, and she shudders apart all over again.

He stares at her, eyes wide, for a clear one two three seconds, before thrusting deep, hard, and fast, holding her in place so she can hardly move, and she bites down hard, hard against his shoulder and he cums, shaking, as if he can hardly believe what’s happening.

He pants, for just a second, still inside her.

"Oh," he says, almost matter of factly, as if speaking through a thick throat. "Oh."

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