"Mmmmmmm..." The long, deep, soft groan rumbles through his chest at the sensation, but mostly he revels in having her close, skin on skin, and now a new level of closeness: being inside. His big and calloused hands rub slowly up and down her back, smooth except for the scars and marks left there from fighting. His hips roll with hers, his breath hitching. He buries his face in her neck, pressing soft kisses there as their quiet moans harmonize.
So odd. Being so tenderly touched; so silently adored with the way his hands moved across her back. Nina was not a soft woman by any means, but all she wanted to do in this moment was be soft. Tender. Slow. She continued to rock with him, let him slide almost all the way out and then ease back in, feeling every inch of him as she spread around his girth.
Nina turned her head, lips brushing his ear so every sound she made, even as low as they were, was heard loud and clear. She wanted to make sure he knew just how good she felt. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp, pressure added when their hips angled just right and she shuddered; those moans increasing in intensity.
"I need to—" She panted, her words slurring. "Let me sit up. Here." She pushed up so she could sit upright again, aiming to grasp his hands and hold them while she rode him. The closeness was incredible and intimate, but she needed just a little more.
This feels like the best massage he could possibly ever have. And with her soft moans right in his har, her hot breath against it, the intensity is mounting.
She sits up, and he threads their fingers, supporting her with his palms. He watches her body undulate on top of him, the rolling of her hips introducing new sensations, the increased speed making his breath heavy. Very soft, deep moans escape him as he looks up into her eyes.
Nina met his gaze, her own dark eyes hazy with lust, her lips parted for every panting breath and moan she exhaled. Nina rode him as slowly as she could, rising up and easing back down, hips rolling in slow circles. Borderline agonizing when all she wanted to do was fuck him hard and fast and chase that pleasure.
She kept a hold of one of his hands, gripped it tight while the other moved between her own thighs, fingers swirling around her clit, her muscles fluttering around his cock.
She's an absolute sight to behold, and part of him is in disbelief that this is really happening. Someone beautiful, strong, and sharp like Nina wanting someone like him? Let alone having sex, which is something he never thought he'd be able to do.
As her hand moves to rub herself again, his now-free hand reaches up, cupping her breast again. He thumbs around her nipple once more and pinches it gently.
She was glad for his willingness to explore while doing something so new and intimate. Nina arched into his touch encouragingly while still bouncing and rubbing fervently between her thighs. Every few strokes she would slide her fingers down, graze his cock as it slid out of her, and gather some of the slickness there before moving back to her clit.
"Mmn. Close." She whined, trembling, hips losing their rhythm every so often and her muscles taut around his cock, pressing him in deep as her orgasm crescendoed.
Guttural noises escape Jeritza on his exhales as he becomes overwhelmed by the sensations. Watching her come and feeling her muscles pulsate around his cock is incredible, and his brain floods with endorphins as he comes inside her.
"Ah..."
He wraps arms around her, pulling her close and holding on tightly.
"Jeritza—" said with a desperation uncharacteristic of Nina, a sudden fervent need for his embrace as the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through her; the flood of warmth from his seed making her whimper as she let herself be pulled down and into his arms.
She hooked her arms around him, panting into his shoulder. "...Okay?" She inhaled deep. Tried again. "You okay?"
"Fucking... incredible." Better than she could have anticipated, really. She never knew what to expect with inexperienced men. But Jertiza was good at taking orders — maybe she should have guessed he'd catch on quick, too.
She nestled into him, hips shifting just enough to let his softening cock slip free of her; the sudden lack of fullness making her whine and bury her face even more. "Mm."
Incredible is a good word for it. Jeritza struggles to find his own words, anyway. An unexpected moan escapes him as she pulls off.
"Goddess..." He breathes. She is... Amazing.
He's far too vulnerable right now, and it's a wonder the Death Knight isn't taking notice of that. He is probably too repulsed by the situation to look. Jeritza is glad for it, glad that they can have this lovely, private moment.
"Assuming that's just an expression, not calling me one." She teased, knowing full well the cause for it. Nina kissed along the column of his neck, nose bumping his jaw when she tilted her head up. She had stamina plenty to keep going... but she didn't really want to overwhelm him his first time.
"You were amazing." She murmured. "Maybe I'll teach you some tricks next time."
The gentleness always surprised her — not because of Jeritza, but just in general. She wasn't used to being handled tenderly, and it was... nice. Nice enough she found herself sinking into him fully, her head on his shoulder, eyes shut while still idly kneading into his shoulder and chest.
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Nina turned her head, lips brushing his ear so every sound she made, even as low as they were, was heard loud and clear. She wanted to make sure he knew just how good she felt. Her fingers kneaded into his scalp, pressure added when their hips angled just right and she shuddered; those moans increasing in intensity.
"I need to—" She panted, her words slurring. "Let me sit up. Here." She pushed up so she could sit upright again, aiming to grasp his hands and hold them while she rode him. The closeness was incredible and intimate, but she needed just a little more.
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She sits up, and he threads their fingers, supporting her with his palms. He watches her body undulate on top of him, the rolling of her hips introducing new sensations, the increased speed making his breath heavy. Very soft, deep moans escape him as he looks up into her eyes.
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She kept a hold of one of his hands, gripped it tight while the other moved between her own thighs, fingers swirling around her clit, her muscles fluttering around his cock.
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As her hand moves to rub herself again, his now-free hand reaches up, cupping her breast again. He thumbs around her nipple once more and pinches it gently.
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"Mmn. Close." She whined, trembling, hips losing their rhythm every so often and her muscles taut around his cock, pressing him in deep as her orgasm crescendoed.
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"Ah..."
He wraps arms around her, pulling her close and holding on tightly.
Dear Goddess.
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She hooked her arms around him, panting into his shoulder. "...Okay?" She inhaled deep. Tried again. "You okay?"
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"Yes, I'm okay... Are you?"
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She nestled into him, hips shifting just enough to let his softening cock slip free of her; the sudden lack of fullness making her whine and bury her face even more. "Mm."
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"Goddess..." He breathes. She is... Amazing.
He's far too vulnerable right now, and it's a wonder the Death Knight isn't taking notice of that. He is probably too repulsed by the situation to look. Jeritza is glad for it, glad that they can have this lovely, private moment.
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"You were amazing." She murmured. "Maybe I'll teach you some tricks next time."
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He likes this feeling, like their bodies are becoming one.
"Tricks... Teach me, yes." He can learn maneuvers, it's not difficult, and if it pleases her, all the better.
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Nina gently kneaded her fingers into his chest. "Once you rest a bit, big guy. Unless you really want to try now."
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"Let us rest now..."
Another lesson for another day. He wants to stay in this moment. It feels... Almost safe.
He presses a kiss to Nina's temple, pulling out her ponytail and stroking her hair.
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The gentleness always surprised her — not because of Jeritza, but just in general. She wasn't used to being handled tenderly, and it was... nice. Nice enough she found herself sinking into him fully, her head on his shoulder, eyes shut while still idly kneading into his shoulder and chest.
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"Should I... Clean up? Or should we sleep?"
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It isn't long before his stroking hand stills in her hair, her warmth and weight lulling him into slumber.