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Post by malia on Nov 14, 2023 23:12:13 GMT -5
She hadn’t realized how ready she was for him until her body is taking him in. She’s hot and slick and wet and even though he stretches her, he glides into her easily. His moan is enough to make her stomach tighten with the desire she feels as his cock buries itself deep inside of her. She bites her lower lip, closing her eyes and moaning as she enjoys the way he feels. It’s loud enough to wake the baby, but she feels too good to care. She moves her hands along his bare shoulders, tense with muscles that bear the weight of his tension. She quickly retracts her claws, realizing only then that they’re pushing against his skin, and then she lets her fingers gently begin to massage his shoulders.
She leans in to kiss him again as she works on his tense muscles, all the while beginning to move her hips against him. She wants desperately to make him feel good. Not just because of the question he’d just asked her, but because of what he’d been through that weekend. She may not always perfectly understand human emotions, even now, but she knows grief. And she’d rather take a bullet to the heart than see him grieve. She wants to take some of that pain away, even though it’s not something physical she can just steal.
She rocks her hips against him, letting her hands slide down his chest, still working his muscles, soft against his skin. She circles her hips slowly, moaning when he hits her deep and right. Nobody had ever loved her like he did.
And nobody ever would.
She knows the promise and the proposal they made that night means that she won’t be with any other person for the rest of her life, and nothing has ever made her happier. He was hers. All hers. Only hers. Forever.
She growls as she pulls him in deeper, grinding her hips against him as the thoughts make her even more desperate for his climax.
“I want you to cum inside me every day for the rest of my life,” she says breathlessly before she leans down to capture his lips with her own again.
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Post by stiles on Nov 17, 2023 20:21:57 GMT -5
She consumes him. It’s the only way to describe it. One moment, he’s his own person, wholly separate from her, and then they come together, and it’s like he ceases to exist outside her. Her hands are on his shoulders, her lips are on his lips, and it’s all he can do to not wrestle control from her. To let her lower herself until her hips are flush with his, no space at all left separating them. Like he ceases to exist outside her.
He groans as she rocks her hips, her body shifting around him in a way that makes him forget his own name. Stiles’s hands move from her hips to her ass, squeezing it gently before pulling her closer, his body searching for more of that feeling. Malia’s breathless sigh is invitation enough to keep going. He kneads her backside with his hands, pulling her closer and waiting until she pulls away again before repeating that same motion. Her hands follow that same waving motion as she massages his shoulders, rubbing away the tension that had seemed to take up permanent residence there the past few days. And with it, she takes his grief, at least for the moment. His anxiety and his worry and that weight that had sat squarely in the middle of the chest for the past three days.
Her body tightens around him, and she growls as her eyes flash that beautiful blue again. His fingers dig into her skin a little harder as his hips buck in response, at least as much as they can rise off the bed. He wants to tell her again how much he loves her, how much she means to him, how much he wants this forever with her. But she beats him to it. Her words are just above a whisper when she tells him what she wants, and he finds himself laughing against her lips. Malia would choose those words. It wasn’t sharing his bed or his name or loving him like this that she wanted. No, her request would be much dirtier. But it didn’t make him want to give that to her any less.
“God, I fucking love you,” he tells her when she pulls away to take a gasping breath. He pulls his hand away from her backside and moves it to her cheek. His fingers tangle with her hair as pulls her closer to kiss her again. Her body shifts when she leans down, and he groans as she bites down on his lip. It only seems to spur her own as she picks up her pace, her thighs tightening around his waist. His hips thrust in response again, and that, too, only seems to encourage her. Her hands come to rest on his chest, no longer doing anything but helping her to support her wait as rocks her hips. His hand falls away from her face to slide between her legs when she rises away from his body, finding that bundle of nerves there. She cries out when his finger just barely grazes that spot, and it takes it as an invitation, moving his finger in tight circles as she moves, her pace picking up once again.
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Post by malia on Nov 18, 2023 23:09:06 GMT -5
If she does notice his laugh, it doesn’t register to her. It can’t. The only thing she can think, see, feel, or experience is his body and his love and that’s what’s over taking her in that moment. Focusing on anything else would have been impossible. She can feel the way his cock strains inside of her, hitting her deep in a way that makes her moan against his lips as he kisses her again. It feels good. It feels better than good. It feels better than it did before she knew that he was going to be hers forever.
She can’t help it as her claws release again as she rests her hands against his chest. Sometimes, when they’re in the middle of sex, her coyote seems to take over in a way that she can usually control most other times. She’s careful not to dig them into his sensitive skin as she grips his muscular chest for leverage as she grinds her hips against him. Her movements are on the verge of becoming frantic, and when she feels his fingers move between her legs, she cries out loudly. It’s loud enough to wake the baby, but if Ava does wake up she puts herself right back to sleep.
“Stiles,” she growls as he finds that perfect spot and settles in, the rhythm of his stroking matching the rhythm of her hips against him. She was already wet when she had crawled back into bed and the combination of his fingers and his cock is enough to make her see stars as she has her first orgasm of the night. She moans, her body tightening around him as she presses into his fingers for more of that friction. Her orgasm is intense and she can feel the fire on her cheeks as she opens her eyes again, determined to do one thing only…to feel him cum inside of her.
She pulls his hand away, moving it to his own mouth and letting him taste her on his fingers as she leans back on his body, resting her hands behind herself as she takes him in with a totally different angle. He moves his hands to her belly, her muscles taut as she strains to hold herself in this position, but it feels so good and she thinks based on the look on his face that it must feel good to him too. She moves slow, but purposefully, her own body still riding out the last waves of intense pleasure as she contracts around him as she moves.
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Post by stiles on Nov 19, 2023 14:28:56 GMT -5
He knows she’s close from the way she says his name. There’s a tightness in her voice that’s reflect in every part of her body. Her thighs tighten around his waist when she rises up, and her fingers tighten as she tries to fist her hands without breaking his skin with her claws. Stiles wants to tell her that he loves those claws and the way they toe that line between pain and pleasure sometimes, but he feels that same tightness in his own body. It keeps him from being able to form a coherent word and settles in the pit of his stomach, letting him know that he’s not far from his own release. But he wants her to lose control first. He wants to watch it happen as she gives herself over entirely to that climax, fully embracing the parts of her that are still the most wild.
And it doesn’t take long. She cries out again and he hooks his finger, applying a little more pressure as her movements become a little wilder. Her claws do dig into his skin then as she closes her eyes. Her hair spills over her shoulders as she bows her head, like every part of her drawn to her core. And when she does come, her body clenches so tightly around him, he swears. It’s almost enough to push him over the edge, too, but he grinds his teeth and forces himself to stay in control so he can watch her instead. Watch the way she unravels and then comes back together, slowly lifting her head to meet his gaze again. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright blue for another split second before they slowly fade back to their normal brown, and he thinks maybe this is his favorite version of her.
And that’s before she takes his hand, guiding it to his lips where he wastes no time before taking his fingers into his mouth and tasting her. His eyes nearly roll back in his eyes in response, which is why he misses it at first when she leans back. It doesn’t register until her body tightens around him at this new angle, and he swears again. “Shit, Mal,” he gasps as he bucks his hips in response. And he’s lost to her then. All he can see is her golden skin, her full breasts as she lets her head fall back again. His eyes land on the place where their bodies meet, watching her ride him, and his grip probably tightens too hard on her hips. But he’s too consumed by her at this point. His grip doesn’t lessen as he watches her body move, feels her body contract around his until he swears again, reaching his own orgasm.
She slows but doesn’t still then as she leans forward again, leaning down to take his face in her hands as she kisses him. It’s soft and sweet, but he brings his hand to the back of her head, keeping her there as he lets his tongue slide along hers. Maybe it’s the fact that they’ve just promised forever to each other, but he suddenly can’t get enough of her. Even this wasn’t enough. His other hand moves to her hip again as he flips her, moving her onto her back. He slips out of her in the process, but he doesn’t mourn that loss of her warmth as he brings her mouth to her chest, licking away the rivulets of milk running from her right breast. He licks his way up to her nipple before taking into his mouth, sucking hard enough to draw milk as she moans. Her hand slides into his hair, pulling hard, and it’s only then that he realizes he wants to make her come again. It’s the whole reason why he didn’t let her slow them down in the first place.
Her thighs are slick when he brings his hand down to her leg, and there’s something about knowing it was their coupling that has left her like this that makes his cock twitch in response. He hooks her leg around his hips, opening her wider before he moves two of his fingers to her core. He circles that bundle of nerves again, and she swears in a way that makes him smile against her breast. He nips at her nipple before sucking hard again as he moves those same two fingers inside of her. She’s so wet, from both him and her, his movements are sloppy and quick. But her hips rock immediately in response, seeking out that release a second time. Her movements are a little wild again, driven by her need as her fingers clamp around his wrist, trying to keep him there as she rides his hand. And he’s not sure he’s been more turned on by her before in her life.
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Post by malia on Nov 19, 2023 23:15:52 GMT -5
It feels so good when he finally explodes inside of her, she sees stars behind her eyes. She bites her bottom lip, moaning as she lets her head fall back, a lazy smile on her lips as she relishes the way it feels as his warmth consumes her insides. It seems to spread from her center, to the very tips of her fingers and toes. He comes hard and long, spilling himself inside of her several times before she feels his cock relax slightly inside of her.
She’s content, in love, and more happy than she’s ever been in her life. She leans down then to kiss him lazily, his lips salty and swollen from their lovemaking. He tastes familiar and delicious and she doesn’t try to pull away as he holds her against his lips. Both of their breaths still ragged from their waning climaxes. She would have been okay if it ended right there, just like that. With him falling asleep with her resting on top of his body. But he clearly has other things in mind.
She smiles, more than happy to let him take control of her body and the moment. He’s rough, but gentle as he settles her down in the spot on the mattress that’s still warm from his body. She closes her eyes, her hands behind her head as she feels his lips move to her breast. This had always been one of her favorite things, the feeling of his lips against her nipple. But since she’d gotten pregnant, every sensation, every touch of her breasts was more sensitive and sweet than before. She can already feel that ache returning to her center as he begins to suckle her nipple.
“Stiles,” She moans softly, her fingers moving to pull at the short strands of his soft hair. “Mmm…”
It’s all she can manage as she squirms beneath his touch, his tongue like fire against her hard nipple. She call feel her breast releasing some of the pressure of her milk as he sucks against her and she’s not sure there’s ever been a moment when she’s wanted him more. She opens her eyes only so she can watch him enjoy her, biting her bottom lip as she moves her other hand to his hair as well.
She thinks that he probably could have made her come again just from his tongue against her nipple, but then she feels his fingers move against her leg, seeking her center once again. She shifts her body, letting her legs spread apart for him as his fingers circle her wet entrance. Every touch is like the most exquisite fire burning against her body. She wants to say so many things. But she’s never had a way with words and right now, it’s all she can do to breathe as he begins to work her over with those fingers that seem to know her so well. Her hips rise to meet him, her eyes closing as she arches her back. His mouth is still on her breast, taking her milk, and his fingers find a spot deep inside of her while his thumb strokes that bundle of nerves that still hasn’t recovered from her last orgasm.
She doesn’t last long. And this time, she cries out his name as she comes. It’s hard and fast and intense and she thinks for a moment that she might pass out as she feels her body clench rhythmically around his fingers. Her fingers dig into the skin of his hips, holding him close as she enjoys the feeling of him loving her. Nobody has ever been able to make her feel like he does, that had always been true. But the more they’re together, the better it seems to get.
“I love you,” she blurts out breathlessly, a tear falling from the corner of her eye. She’s not sad, and she doesn’t feel like she’s crying. Maybe it was just the intensity of their coupling, but she closes her eyes and moves her hands up and along the familiar lines of his belly and then his chest. He was her everything.
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Post by stiles on Nov 20, 2023 21:01:32 GMT -5
Malia writhes beneath him. She arches her back and grips his wrist tightly enough to leave a bruise. And it’s not until she’s lost all control like this that Stiles even realizes that this is what he wanted to give her. She had been his constant all weekend. And now, he just wanted to make her feel like this. It wasn’t about sexual favors - Lydia had dealt in debts paid in the bedroom, but that had never been true for them. No, it was about meeting her where she was most herself. She always seemed fully herself whenever they were physical, and that’s all he wanted for her tonight.
And that’s what he gets. With her leg wrapped around his waist and her milk warm and sweet on his tongue, he hooks his fingers inside of her and runs his thumb in a tight circle, and she comes undone beneath him. She tugs on his hair in a way that hurts as she cries out his name. And it’s only then that he himself feels satisfied.
He pulls his mouth away from her breast, bringing his tongue to her other nipple to lick away the milk that had beaded there. He’s just pressing a kiss to her nipple when he hears her voice again. Stiles lifts his head to look up at her. Her chest falls rapidly as that one tear slips from the corner of her eye. And even though it’s probably from what they’ve just done and not her emotions, he still feels his own heart swell in response.
“I love you too,” he says as he finally lets go of her thigh and pulls away from her long enough to move back up the bed. He’s not sure if she reaches for him or if he pulls her towards him first, but she ends up there in his arms, her cheek pressed against his bare chest. He laces his fingers through the hand she presses to his chest and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the place where their fingers meet. “I’m gonna marry you,” he murmurs against her skin. And then he laughs, a joyful kind of laugh because there’s no words to describe just how happy he feels. How happy he makes her.
They can’t stay like that for long, both of them sticky and the baby bound to wake up long before they’re ready. But for the moment, he holds her, imagining this future with her that’s only just beginning. And for the first time in that long, long week, he feels peace
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