Airy smiled as his fingers continued to trail up and down the flat of her stomach. It felt so good. Like a simple enjoyment that was heightened by the heady pleasure and calmness of the drug. Her skin felt like it might catch on fire and the thought of taking off her clothes was one that she greeted eagerly and had some how hadn't thought of.
Without speaking, Airy tugged at her shirt and pulled it over head. She was wearing a cute dark violet bra beneath. It was tamer than some of her other bra's, holding her breasts in silky cups with a little bow styled between them. She let her shirt fall somewhere on the pillows and then forgot about it.
"Free reign." Her arms stayed above her head, her fingers curling against one of the pillows. "It's all yours."
It felt good and after a brief pause, Airy closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant simple sensation of Matthew's touch.
This was the perfect image; her spread across his laps, arms up in supplication, brown tresses both chaotically and perfectly curled between the pale forearms that held it. One hand ran up her arms, gently trapping them comfortably where they were while his right hand skimmed the plane of her stomach and chest. His fingers ghosted across her skin the closer they got to her neck, almost barely touching her before he moved back down, applying a more, relaxed pressure as he crested her breasts.
He could sit here for hours if she'd let him, moving between the long strokes and breaking into random drawings that were curled and twisted by his fingers across her torso. Innocence was never his strong suit and after he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself, his fingers started daring further down, running across the waist of her pants and threatening to dip into the curve of her hips, 'stopped' only by the restrictions of her pants.
"You're beautiful, in case Cassidy hasn't told you today. Your perfect dancers body.." His head tilted as he palmed the curve of her with a hum, pushing the waistband of her pants suggestively before being forced back up to freer planes of skin.
His fingers trailed little seeds of grass across her skin. The seeds sprouted and spread through her, heat blossoming from their core. Airy hummed a soft happy note while her lips curled into a lazy pleased smile. It was only when he reached the peaks of her breasts that her reaction changed, even the light pressure inspired a little moan, her body arching towards him in its pleasure.
"Not today." She laughed, a muted throaty sound. "I am a dancer." She'd been dancing since she was a child and while Airy wasn't muscular, she had enough muscles to perform; thin, lean and lethal in their own right.
Her lips parted and those unconnected azure blue eyes looked up at Matt. "You can go further." She wiggled her hips. "I like it when you touch me everywhere." Only that she wasn't going to help him remove the rest of her clothes. Airy was enjoying the lightness seeping through her body as she sprawled across both Matthew and the pillows.
Well that was sure a sight to see, Matt's head tilting a little with a pull of his smile as he watched the grass bloom and grow on her skin. The smile broke into a grin at her encouragement, fingers lanquidly taking their time to get back down to her waistband.
"I was hoping you'd say that." Or rather that she didn't and he went ahead and did it anyway. Nimble fingers pushed open the button on her pants before ducking his finger pads underneath to tease her hot, silky intimate corner of hip before he withdrew, fingers ghosting up her side and around her breast again, circling to her nipple that he playfully pinched and tugged.
"Get rid of your pants, hmm? My reach is limited without moving and I'm quite comfortable."
The image faded as Matthew's fingers release the button of her shorts. Airy's thought were fleeting and it was hard to focus on any one thing for too long. "So I have to get it from here?" She asked with a tiny smile. "Mmmmm."
A beat.
"Okay."
Airy didn't move. Instead she wiggled her hips and curled her wrist, using her magic to take off her shorts. It wasn't something she'd done before but in her current state she didn't doubt herself. Her shorts began to glide down her long lovely legs and then slip off her feet before crumbling to the floor.
"Yes, you do." Watch out Airy, or he might use his commanding voice. Of course, the idea of dominating her only encouraged the rising erection in his trousers. He watched in an amused fascination as she found a wholly new way to take her pants off, laughing softly.
"Only if you don't want me to rip them off you, yes," he said, fingers still dancing across the low flat of her stomach, now letting his hand explore the cute panties that she always wore.
"Quite an interesting way to get it done, I must admit."
She had no idea what underwear she was wearing but the thought of Matt ripping them off was very sexy and in her hazy state she didn't really think about the repercussions. "You can rip them." Her hips wiggled again and she bit her lower lip as she looked up at Matt. "Assuming you can." Her voice was light and teasing as she stretched across Matt's lap.
Her arms curled over head and her back arched, her fingers twisting lazily together above her head.
Matt grinned devilishly at her, his hand changing weight as he slipped it under her panty line, fingers sliding into her slit as they went down, testing her slickness and, if she was wet enough, he pushed his two middle fingers into her tight clutch.
"If I can?" he rumbled, hand wrapping around her wrists to slide her further across his lap with a lift of his right hand, like one would move a large turkey. It was only afforded due to the extremely short distance, but it let him bring her ass right up next to his thigh and well within reach of being torn off by impertinent hands.
It was haphazardly tossed on the other side of the room as his hands returned to her body, one slipping back between her legs to tease her while the other roamed up and over her torso, groping a breast firmly.
Her back arched and a pleased moan rumbled through her chest. "Matt." She called his name as if he was far away. "Matt." Her exhale was breathy, warm and needy. Her eyelids grew heavy and closed as she enjoyed the flickering warmth that began to blossom in her chest.
Her hips rose to meet his touch, arousal coating his fingers as her body shuttered with the heady sensation of languid lust.
Airy smiled as Matthew moved her, her frame now stretched out over him to enjoy however he wished. There was something incredibly erotic about the position but Airy wasn't sure if it was the drug or something more. The soft tension around her hips and the echoing snap of her panties made her open her eyes and watch as Matt tossed the fabric off to the side. She inhaled a deep breath and felt a tingling sensation of anticipation crawling over her skin.
"I feel good like this." She wiggled her hips a little bit and began to run her fingers through her hair. "Matt. I want you to feel good too."
"Mmm," he purred, grinning at the sound of his name so wistfully on her lips. Like an angel sighing; a creature she was fast becoming associated with in his mind.
"I will, cherie-" She might be able to feel the hardening length under her. Matthew wanted to relish in his need, in his want, in her pleasure without his satisfaction for a little, a echo to a possibility that was far away from his mind - his own domination.
"-Soon enough. I want to watch you enjoy this." His fingers hadn't stopped moving, thrusting into her with intent as he urged her legs open. "I want to ready you for a real ride. You're mine for the next two hours, amour, at least."
"Ah-" Her mouth never completely closed as his fingers continued to sink into her, teasing the tight sensitive flesh with each skillful stroke. "Matthew." She exhaled his name in a breathy moan as her hips began to rock in time with his fingers.
"You feel so good." Airy had closed her eyes or maybe she hadn't opened them when she thought. She wasn't sure but it felt like she was falling into an euphoric black hole where there was nothing but lust, Matthew and whatever the indescribable feeling currently coursed through her limbs. Airy felt his cock against her lower back like a scolding point of pressure that only made her want him more.
"I'm yours." She echoed, interrupting anything else she'd been ready to say with a loud unashamed moan.
Two fingers turned into three and Matthew felt like he was playing her like she played her violin with the way his left hand was pinching and twisting at her nipples.
"Yes, that's right. Mine," he growled, enjoying the illusion for what it was in the moment. "And I'm going to make sure you feel me tomorrow when you wake up." His head turned to watch his fingers work her center. "I wonder how many fingers I can fit into your cunt.. Should we find out?"
Her body arched towards him and her mouth opened as she gasped for breath. It was hard to think straight, to breathe and focus. Her body tingled with warmth and electricity and his fingers only ignited whatever reaction her body was having. "Matt." She moaned his name and her toes curled as the euphoric sensation laced through her body.
"Yes. Oh god yes." Her fingertips whitened as the sheets crumpled in her palms. "I want more."
More of this drug, the feeling and Matt. Everything felt amazing and distant, as if she was swimming in a sphere of water with lust, desire and need pulsing in pleasant waves around her. It was impossible to recognize that there was a world outside of Matt's room.
God she was pretty like this. His hips lifted against her, providing a bare minimum relief of friction across his cock as his three fingers worked her, slowing so he could tease a forth.
"I want you to do something for me.." His palm spread over her chest, moving to her other breast to pinch and twist her nipple. "I want you to crawl on your hands and knees over to my desk and get my bottle of oil. I have the perfect plan for your tight, perfect ass." If she agreed, he'd slowly thrust a few more times before pulling his hand out and, as she got on all fours, he wouldn't be able to resist sitting up to slap one of her ass cheeks encouragingly.
"Matt." She spoke his name in a low husky voice as she felt the hardness of his cock press against her lower back. Airy wanted to feel more of him inside of her. She didn't care how that happened but his fingers suddenly didn't feel like enough, even as they teased and pressed perfect inside of her.
"Y-yeah." Her voice was like her namesake, airy and distant. "I can do that."
Cold touched the scolding heat of her sex as Matt pulled away and allowed her to get up. She stayed on her hands and knees, her balance faltering as the headiness from the drug and his touch clouded her senses. Airy had no sense of pain or shame, there was only the lightness and erotic tension inspired by Matthew.
She grabbed the oil and then crawled back, settling in front of Matthew like a trained pet. "Tell me what do to next. I want more." Airy pressed a kiss against his hip and then grabbed the waist band of his pants with her teeth. "More." She exhaled as her fingers moved over his thighs. "More of everything."
He enjoyed the view, the way the candles played over the glints of moisture on her inner thigh as she crawled, the way they lit and shadowed the curve of her back and the way her hips sway back and forth.
"Spread your legs. Put your hands behind your back and figure out how to get my cock out of my pants with your mouth," he commanded, his own hands gently pulling her hands off him as he leaned down, one hand coming to her chin as he kissed her deeply before pulling and leaning back.
He looked like he could have been draped into a throne, just the way he was, idly unbuttoning his shirt. It was the least he could help with.
Her knees spread apart as her arms twisted behind her back and her wrists crossed. She felt his kiss next, her mind unable to focus more on one thing at a time. It was slow, pleasant and enticing as his soft lips molded against hers.
The kiss was brief but distracting.
Airy took a moment to remember his instructions before dipping her head towards his crotch. Her teeth tugged experimentally on his pants before she figured out how to release the button. The zipper was easier and each click of metal heightened her anticipation. The next part was more difficult but Airy was determined and more than a little eager. She pushed aside at the fabric with her nose and tongue.
A little moan rumbled through her chest as her tongue dragged across exposed skin. It took a little while for her to gather him into her mouth and suck and pull until his erection was completely free of his pants.
Matt groaned softly at the hot breath on his crotch, fingers subtly helping the fabric out of her way once he'd felt she'd done all she could to the best of her ability. Hissing softly as she took him in, Matt carded his hand through her hair, clearing the view of her as she took him in.
"Ahh, what a beautiful sight," he said huskily, hips lifting up a little to present his cock for her worship. "I would love to know that you were filled, with toys, trying to keep them inside you while you service me."
His hand fisted softly in her hair, urging her to take more of him in her next stroke, but turning her face up to him as she comes to peak so that he could bend down and kiss her again, tongue eager to explore her mouth as his free hand slipped down between them to stroke and circle her clit.
Airy moved in slow languid motions as his erection slid over her tongue. She imagined having her ass and pussy filled to bursting while going down on Matt and the imagine inspired a little moan to rumble through her chest just as his cock popped free of her lips.
She returned his kiss, slow and greedy, her tongue displaying a new level of unashamed dexterity as his fingers brushed at the slick folds of her sex. Airy was dripping with arousal, teased and coaxed from the time she had spent draped across her legs.
She gasped as their kiss broke, her voice and thighs quivering at his touch. "Matt." Airy whispered his name and begged at the same time. Her head felt like it was floating in a misty cloud where only Matt and bliss could touch her.
"C'mere," he said, voice deep and rough as his hands helped scoop her up and onto his lap, settling her over him as he positioned himself at her entrance and encouraged her down, chin lifting with a tight groan as she clutched around him. Sliding a hand around her face, he pulled her down for another kiss, hands and body urging hers to move and ride him.
Teasing was all well and good, they were good ideas for later, but right now, All Matthew wanted to do was wear her out and drown her senses in the opium high haze he knew she must be in.
"I wish I could feed from you, I'd bite that sweet neck of yours right now and make you cum all over me," he breathed, having broken the kiss with a tilt of his head, strong hand keeping their foreheads pressed together.
Airy rose and straddled him as that itching electricity continued to dance over her skin. The tip of his cock scolded her skin and she gasped as the overwhelming heat pushed into her. She held onto him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he fill her to her brim. Airy couldn't will her mouth to close or stop the cries of passion and pleasure that nearly shouted from her lips.
She was in heaven or on fire, she couldn't tell which, but she never wanted it to stop.
She rose and settled back down on him as his lips met hers in a demanding kiss. If he hadn't been holding her up she might have fallen over. The air around them crackled and sparked with magic, warming and twisting as the sensations that Airy was feeling became overwhelming.
Heavy breaths caught in her throat as she bounced on his cock. "Fuck." She moaned, nearly throwing her head back in ecstasy. "I want that. God I want you to bite me. I want you. Matt-" Her body tightened around them and if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that they were floating a few inches from the ground.
Matt groaned his approval, hips firmly tensed, giving her a firm, jutted cock to stir herself on him and he was pleased with how quickly she came. Warmed palms ran up her stomach, collecting her tits in a firm pull as he tilted his head towards hers, keeping them close without them kissing.
"Since I can't, you'll let me have other fun, right? I'd love to spank that tight little ass, fill you with toys and make you beg for me to fuck you more. Can you do that? Be my little whore for a bit?"
Now that they'd started, Matthew wanted to have his way properly. He wanted to see her skin brighten under assault, wanted to hear her cry out as he filled her ass again and again.
It was a kink he didn't get to enjoy as much as he wanted.
Her eyes met his but she couldn't focus on his face. Everything was hazy, electrified and balanced between a distant euphoria and an overwhelming pleasure that threatened to choke the very air from her lungs. Her body shivered and a little gasp plucked from her lips.
"Y-yes." She whispered, unable to speak any louder with his cock thrust perfectly inside of her. "I want that." Airy to kiss him but she was held in place, his lips hovering too far away to reach. "Use me. Fuck me. Hit me. I'll moan and beg. Just... give me more." Her legs began to tremble with the effort of holding herself up.
"Everything feels so much." Airy didn't know how long the drug would last or if this was even part of the high but every touch was different. His cock scolded her from the inside out while his touch made her body ridged with a swirl of emotions that she couldn't pick apart.
It really felt like they were fucking in a dream and in a dream anything goes. You let it sweep you away and enjoyed every second for the sensations that it brought you.
Airy's lips were stolen back up into a fearsomly passionate kiss as he stood up, easily collecting her in his arms to turn and set her back down, sliding his cock out of her as he did so.
"In a minute, I want you to stick that ass in the air, mon amour, legs apart so I can see your sweet cunt, mm? But first, kneel on the floor. Keep your hands on your thighs, no touching." His pants were shucked off as he spoke, cock glistening with her juices as he moved and once he was free of them, he headed over to his drug cabinet and threw it open, pulling open a drawer.
Inside, there were all sorts of toys he'd picked up on the side, ready for just such an occasion. A strand of anal beads was picked up, as well as some nipple clamps that were more appropriate for Airy's starting level before he knicked a bottle of oil and headed back her way. The string was held out to her with a command "Hold these," so he could set the oil down and squat to her level.
Dark eyes studied hers as skillful fingers pulled, pinched, and gently twisted her nipples into pert nubs.
"Tell me again Airy. Tell me you want this. Moi." So long as she answered in the positive, his hands would keep moving, expertly dressing her breasts with the silver clamps.
There was a rush of movement and it took Airy a moment to steady herself. His mouth was warm and distracting, tilting the world on its axis as he pulled away from her. A whine and a noticeable shutter shook through her frame as his cock pulled out of her. Cold air curled around her thighs and the wet heat of her sex, sharping her vision and thoughts through the haze of the drug.
"On- the pillows?" She asked as she shifted weight to her knees. Airy left space in front of her, where she assumes she'll be able to fall forward and lift her ass in the air as Matt had instructed. It was difficult for her to keep her thoughts straight though it becomes easier as Matt returned with his collection of tantalizing instruments.
She did as she was told and then watched as his fingers pinched and teased at the peaks of her breaths. Airy's lips part and a collection of muted whines and gasps fall freely from her lips. "I-" Her voice shook but she forced herself to continue. "I want this."
Airy gasped. "It feels so tight."
Pain and pleasure mix together in a surprisingly euphoric twist as Matt finished pinching her nipples with the silver clamps. Airy's breathing deepen, her chest heaving with each inhale. "I want you Matt." She didn't know what to say and each second made it that much harder to speak. "I want more."
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Without speaking, Airy tugged at her shirt and pulled it over head. She was wearing a cute dark violet bra beneath. It was tamer than some of her other bra's, holding her breasts in silky cups with a little bow styled between them. She let her shirt fall somewhere on the pillows and then forgot about it.
"Free reign." Her arms stayed above her head, her fingers curling against one of the pillows. "It's all yours."
It felt good and after a brief pause, Airy closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant simple sensation of Matthew's touch.
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He could sit here for hours if she'd let him, moving between the long strokes and breaking into random drawings that were curled and twisted by his fingers across her torso. Innocence was never his strong suit and after he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself, his fingers started daring further down, running across the waist of her pants and threatening to dip into the curve of her hips, 'stopped' only by the restrictions of her pants.
"You're beautiful, in case Cassidy hasn't told you today. Your perfect dancers body.." His head tilted as he palmed the curve of her with a hum, pushing the waistband of her pants suggestively before being forced back up to freer planes of skin.
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"Not today." She laughed, a muted throaty sound. "I am a dancer." She'd been dancing since she was a child and while Airy wasn't muscular, she had enough muscles to perform; thin, lean and lethal in their own right.
Her lips parted and those unconnected azure blue eyes looked up at Matt. "You can go further." She wiggled her hips. "I like it when you touch me everywhere." Only that she wasn't going to help him remove the rest of her clothes. Airy was enjoying the lightness seeping through her body as she sprawled across both Matthew and the pillows.
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"I was hoping you'd say that." Or rather that she didn't and he went ahead and did it anyway. Nimble fingers pushed open the button on her pants before ducking his finger pads underneath to tease her hot, silky intimate corner of hip before he withdrew, fingers ghosting up her side and around her breast again, circling to her nipple that he playfully pinched and tugged.
"Get rid of your pants, hmm? My reach is limited without moving and I'm quite comfortable."
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A beat.
"Okay."
Airy didn't move. Instead she wiggled her hips and curled her wrist, using her magic to take off her shorts. It wasn't something she'd done before but in her current state she didn't doubt herself. Her shorts began to glide down her long lovely legs and then slip off her feet before crumbling to the floor.
"Should I do my underwear too?"
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"Only if you don't want me to rip them off you, yes," he said, fingers still dancing across the low flat of her stomach, now letting his hand explore the cute panties that she always wore.
"Quite an interesting way to get it done, I must admit."
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She had no idea what underwear she was wearing but the thought of Matt ripping them off was very sexy and in her hazy state she didn't really think about the repercussions. "You can rip them." Her hips wiggled again and she bit her lower lip as she looked up at Matt. "Assuming you can." Her voice was light and teasing as she stretched across Matt's lap.
Her arms curled over head and her back arched, her fingers twisting lazily together above her head.
"I am full of interesting."
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"If I can?" he rumbled, hand wrapping around her wrists to slide her further across his lap with a lift of his right hand, like one would move a large turkey. It was only afforded due to the extremely short distance, but it let him bring her ass right up next to his thigh and well within reach of being torn off by impertinent hands.
It was haphazardly tossed on the other side of the room as his hands returned to her body, one slipping back between her legs to tease her while the other roamed up and over her torso, groping a breast firmly.
"You look good like this."
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Her hips rose to meet his touch, arousal coating his fingers as her body shuttered with the heady sensation of languid lust.
Airy smiled as Matthew moved her, her frame now stretched out over him to enjoy however he wished. There was something incredibly erotic about the position but Airy wasn't sure if it was the drug or something more. The soft tension around her hips and the echoing snap of her panties made her open her eyes and watch as Matt tossed the fabric off to the side. She inhaled a deep breath and felt a tingling sensation of anticipation crawling over her skin.
"I feel good like this." She wiggled her hips a little bit and began to run her fingers through her hair. "Matt. I want you to feel good too."
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"I will, cherie-" She might be able to feel the hardening length under her. Matthew wanted to relish in his need, in his want, in her pleasure without his satisfaction for a little, a echo to a possibility that was far away from his mind - his own domination.
"-Soon enough. I want to watch you enjoy this." His fingers hadn't stopped moving, thrusting into her with intent as he urged her legs open. "I want to ready you for a real ride. You're mine for the next two hours, amour, at least."
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"You feel so good." Airy had closed her eyes or maybe she hadn't opened them when she thought. She wasn't sure but it felt like she was falling into an euphoric black hole where there was nothing but lust, Matthew and whatever the indescribable feeling currently coursed through her limbs. Airy felt his cock against her lower back like a scolding point of pressure that only made her want him more.
"I'm yours." She echoed, interrupting anything else she'd been ready to say with a loud unashamed moan.
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"Yes, that's right. Mine," he growled, enjoying the illusion for what it was in the moment. "And I'm going to make sure you feel me tomorrow when you wake up." His head turned to watch his fingers work her center. "I wonder how many fingers I can fit into your cunt.. Should we find out?"
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"Yes. Oh god yes." Her fingertips whitened as the sheets crumpled in her palms. "I want more."
More of this drug, the feeling and Matt. Everything felt amazing and distant, as if she was swimming in a sphere of water with lust, desire and need pulsing in pleasant waves around her. It was impossible to recognize that there was a world outside of Matt's room.
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"I want you to do something for me.." His palm spread over her chest, moving to her other breast to pinch and twist her nipple. "I want you to crawl on your hands and knees over to my desk and get my bottle of oil. I have the perfect plan for your tight, perfect ass." If she agreed, he'd slowly thrust a few more times before pulling his hand out and, as she got on all fours, he wouldn't be able to resist sitting up to slap one of her ass cheeks encouragingly.
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"Y-yeah." Her voice was like her namesake, airy and distant. "I can do that."
Cold touched the scolding heat of her sex as Matt pulled away and allowed her to get up. She stayed on her hands and knees, her balance faltering as the headiness from the drug and his touch clouded her senses. Airy had no sense of pain or shame, there was only the lightness and erotic tension inspired by Matthew.
She grabbed the oil and then crawled back, settling in front of Matthew like a trained pet. "Tell me what do to next. I want more." Airy pressed a kiss against his hip and then grabbed the waist band of his pants with her teeth. "More." She exhaled as her fingers moved over his thighs. "More of everything."
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"Spread your legs. Put your hands behind your back and figure out how to get my cock out of my pants with your mouth," he commanded, his own hands gently pulling her hands off him as he leaned down, one hand coming to her chin as he kissed her deeply before pulling and leaning back.
He looked like he could have been draped into a throne, just the way he was, idly unbuttoning his shirt. It was the least he could help with.
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The kiss was brief but distracting.
Airy took a moment to remember his instructions before dipping her head towards his crotch. Her teeth tugged experimentally on his pants before she figured out how to release the button. The zipper was easier and each click of metal heightened her anticipation. The next part was more difficult but Airy was determined and more than a little eager. She pushed aside at the fabric with her nose and tongue.
A little moan rumbled through her chest as her tongue dragged across exposed skin. It took a little while for her to gather him into her mouth and suck and pull until his erection was completely free of his pants.
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"Ahh, what a beautiful sight," he said huskily, hips lifting up a little to present his cock for her worship. "I would love to know that you were filled, with toys, trying to keep them inside you while you service me."
His hand fisted softly in her hair, urging her to take more of him in her next stroke, but turning her face up to him as she comes to peak so that he could bend down and kiss her again, tongue eager to explore her mouth as his free hand slipped down between them to stroke and circle her clit.
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She returned his kiss, slow and greedy, her tongue displaying a new level of unashamed dexterity as his fingers brushed at the slick folds of her sex. Airy was dripping with arousal, teased and coaxed from the time she had spent draped across her legs.
She gasped as their kiss broke, her voice and thighs quivering at his touch. "Matt." Airy whispered his name and begged at the same time. Her head felt like it was floating in a misty cloud where only Matt and bliss could touch her.
For her first trip, it wasn't a bad one.
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Teasing was all well and good, they were good ideas for later, but right now, All Matthew wanted to do was wear her out and drown her senses in the opium high haze he knew she must be in.
"I wish I could feed from you, I'd bite that sweet neck of yours right now and make you cum all over me," he breathed, having broken the kiss with a tilt of his head, strong hand keeping their foreheads pressed together.
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She was in heaven or on fire, she couldn't tell which, but she never wanted it to stop.
She rose and settled back down on him as his lips met hers in a demanding kiss. If he hadn't been holding her up she might have fallen over. The air around them crackled and sparked with magic, warming and twisting as the sensations that Airy was feeling became overwhelming.
Heavy breaths caught in her throat as she bounced on his cock. "Fuck." She moaned, nearly throwing her head back in ecstasy. "I want that. God I want you to bite me. I want you. Matt-" Her body tightened around them and if she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that they were floating a few inches from the ground.
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"Since I can't, you'll let me have other fun, right? I'd love to spank that tight little ass, fill you with toys and make you beg for me to fuck you more. Can you do that? Be my little whore for a bit?"
Now that they'd started, Matthew wanted to have his way properly. He wanted to see her skin brighten under assault, wanted to hear her cry out as he filled her ass again and again.
It was a kink he didn't get to enjoy as much as he wanted.
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"Y-yes." She whispered, unable to speak any louder with his cock thrust perfectly inside of her. "I want that." Airy to kiss him but she was held in place, his lips hovering too far away to reach. "Use me. Fuck me. Hit me. I'll moan and beg. Just... give me more." Her legs began to tremble with the effort of holding herself up.
"Everything feels so much." Airy didn't know how long the drug would last or if this was even part of the high but every touch was different. His cock scolded her from the inside out while his touch made her body ridged with a swirl of emotions that she couldn't pick apart.
It really felt like they were fucking in a dream and in a dream anything goes. You let it sweep you away and enjoyed every second for the sensations that it brought you.
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"In a minute, I want you to stick that ass in the air, mon amour, legs apart so I can see your sweet cunt, mm? But first, kneel on the floor. Keep your hands on your thighs, no touching." His pants were shucked off as he spoke, cock glistening with her juices as he moved and once he was free of them, he headed over to his drug cabinet and threw it open, pulling open a drawer.
Inside, there were all sorts of toys he'd picked up on the side, ready for just such an occasion. A strand of anal beads was picked up, as well as some nipple clamps that were more appropriate for Airy's starting level before he knicked a bottle of oil and headed back her way. The string was held out to her with a command "Hold these," so he could set the oil down and squat to her level.
Dark eyes studied hers as skillful fingers pulled, pinched, and gently twisted her nipples into pert nubs.
"Tell me again Airy. Tell me you want this. Moi." So long as she answered in the positive, his hands would keep moving, expertly dressing her breasts with the silver clamps.
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"On- the pillows?" She asked as she shifted weight to her knees. Airy left space in front of her, where she assumes she'll be able to fall forward and lift her ass in the air as Matt had instructed. It was difficult for her to keep her thoughts straight though it becomes easier as Matt returned with his collection of tantalizing instruments.
She did as she was told and then watched as his fingers pinched and teased at the peaks of her breaths. Airy's lips part and a collection of muted whines and gasps fall freely from her lips. "I-" Her voice shook but she forced herself to continue. "I want this."
Airy gasped. "It feels so tight."
Pain and pleasure mix together in a surprisingly euphoric twist as Matt finished pinching her nipples with the silver clamps. Airy's breathing deepen, her chest heaving with each inhale. "I want you Matt." She didn't know what to say and each second made it that much harder to speak. "I want more."
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