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He is a gentleman. All in all, in every aspect. While dominant, he will make sure your pleasure comes first. He will tease you until you writhe and moan for more. He will not focus on himself until you are begging, your mind breaking, your mouth open for what feels like an eternity; calling his name with sweet coos. He will always give you what you want; what you need so desperately, without question. While your walls clench around him, begging for his own release, only then will he give in. That is what being with Erwin Smith is like. Much like an oncoming storm, where you feel calm and collected until you see the clouds threaten you with rain. You know what is coming, every time, but you are still taken by surprise.
He starts with lavishing you with kisses, starting from your jawline, inching toward your ear to give it a slight nibble. The pressure from his teeth, the sound of his breath enhanced, and the need for him to keep going eggs him on. He continues placing soft kisses down your neck until he gently nips at the flesh, sucking slightly to create patches of purple to mark you. You are his, after all. While he is eliciting the gentlest of noises from your mouth, you tousle his hair in your hands; an action to tell him to keep going. You can feel as he smiles against your skin at the crook of your neck, where you feel him lick and suck at the flesh.
To his dismay, you are both still clothed. After all, you both were not expecting to be so needy after a day of work. Luckily, no harnesses are on, as you both figured that your nighttime escapades did not require seeing one another on high alert. He looks at you for your consent, bright blue eyes lidded with lust, as he begins to unbutton your shirt. You nod, gently squeezing at his scalp. He plants more kisses on the newly exposed skin, as his hand makes quick justice to release your clothed skin to him. You are so beautiful to him, a person to be respected and appreciated. The way you look at him with anticipation of his next step; the way your eyes glimmer with hope when he makes you feel good. He could paint many pictures with the mental images he stored ensuring that you are taken care of.
He finally unbuttons the rest of your shirt, taking it off of you to see the beauty of your curves. He still needs to address your bra, but that can wait for now while he worships the rest of your exposed torso with his marks and kisses. He wants you to know that you deserve proper lovemaking; not just a quick fuck. Marks peppering your torso to prove that you are his. Knowing that while he has never allowed himself to know love before, that he has accepted his defeat of the heart when it comes to you. He looks at you as he plants one last kiss above the button on your trousers, keeping them on for now as he wants to lavish the still exposed parts of you slowly. He does not want this to end, knowing that each day could be the last. He wants to give you everything and more.
He places you on his lap, still clothed and extremely hard. His bulge strains his pants, urging for release, but not giving in. The focus is entirely on you and your needs. He can wait. He takes his time, slowly unclasping the white lace bra you have on, and peeling it off of your now glistening skin. The full moon accentuating your breasts as the light peaks into the room. He takes no time placing the right bud on your breast into his mouth, gently nipping and sucking, while using his fingers to pinch the left bud. The sweet sounds you make, the mewling, the way you writhe in his lap at his every touch swells him with pride in knowing that only he can make those beautiful noises come out of you.
He looks up at you, wanting to not miss how you slightly open your mouth with hooded eyes staring down at him. He had not noticed when you took your hands off of his head to bring your hands to his knees, which helps support you. His hands then travelled past your waist, onto your trousers, gently using a finger to trace along where your skin meets the material. He continues sucking and nibbling at your breasts, wanting to make sure that you feel pleasure the entire time he is with you. A finger would eventually find the trousers button, pulling at it swiftly to pop them open. Strong hands begin to pull down your pants, urging you to change positions, as it is impossible to take them off while sitting in his lap.
You hold onto his neck like clockwork; knowing what his every whim and want is. He lifts you, legs still wrapped around him, until he places you onto the bed like a porcelain doll. Your hair splayed out, a slight blush on your cheeks, your chest falling up and down. You watch as he takes your trousers off, peeling them from your skin, while keeping the white laced panties covering your sex. He gently traces his finger along your inner thigh, while placing kisses above your panties. He continues kissing along the white fabric, slowly heading toward the covered bundle of nerves. He mentally notes how soaked you are from just his tender touches, not wanting any vulgar comments to change the mood. He gently places both hands to keep your legs spread, as he kneels in front of the clothed flesh.
You would feel as he gently laps at the panties that houses your burning desire. You want more, need more, but he refuses to give in just yet. He traces along your clothed folds with his index finger, watching how your hips buck ever so slightly to his touch. He knows the power he has over you, which makes him chuckle to himself. He wants you to feel every ounce of pleasure, and that means taking it slow. The gamble of teasing, as he likes to call it, where you will either hate him or love him for it. So far, it looks like you are loving it; which means his gamble paid off. His devotion to make sure you feel every touch, every lick, every pulse - has paid off.
He comes back up to your face, kissing your lips feverishly. Both of you melt into the moment, as your legs wrap around him to keep him close. Your hands are back in his hair, kneading at the scalp as you hungrily desire more. His tongue begs for entry at your lips, to which you oblige, giving him access to meet your tongue. His finger would start drawing circles around clothed clit, not wanting you to have the full exposure to pleasure just yet. You claw at his back, demanding more stimulation from him, still not backing down from the clashing of tongues.
You feel his finger stop all motion, lifting his hand away from your clothed sex. You feel the pull of your panties, helping to guide them off your ass, while slowly feeling him peel them off your sex and fabric glide down your legs. You are fully exposed to him, legs kept open with his hands on the inside of your thighs.
He breaks away from the kiss, fully knowing that he is finally going to give you what you desire at this moment. He places strings of kisses down your neck, your torso, all the way to that sensitive bundle of nerves that you want him to touch. The kiss sends electricity through your body, as he begins to suck and lap against your clit. He holds your legs in place as he feels you twitch and writhe at his every touch. He nips gently at the bud, urging you to feel more and more sensation.
He leaves one hand on one of your thighs, and you begin to feel his index finger slide up and down your entrance. He enjoys knowing how wet he makes you; gathering your slick so he can make you feel more. You feel him stick his index finger against your entrance, pushing past any clenching of your walls, and proceeds to utilize movements in a come-hither motion against your sweet spot.
You cannot help but moan, the tension from his tongue, the sucking, and the way he presses his finger into you creating more and more build up. You can feel as he smiles against your clit; his sense of pride swelling, knowing he can turn you into a moaning mess with just his mouth and finger. He can feel how your walls tense more and hear your sweet sounds becoming hastier.
"You're doing so good for me, baby. Cum for me; cum on my fingers baby." He coos, then continues sucking and lapping at the most sensitive part of you. His encouragement gives you the final push you need for your release. You begin moaning his name as you thrash under his unrelenting touches. He continues his movements while you tug at his hair, your body on fire for what feels like an eternity.
Finally, he slows his own movements and allows you to recuperate, coming down from the high and letting your breathing settle. He brings his body up and kisses you, giving you a taste of your own nectar. You look up at him, knowing that you want him to feel good, too. His bulge strains his pants still, ready to break free and feel your warmth. You begin unbuttoning his shirt, while he continues sloppily kissing your mouth. You gently use your index finger to touch every muscle, feeling how they tense from your movements. He takes off his now unbuttoned shirt, the moonlight highlighting every muscle. He truly is a handsome man, with scars to tell a story of each battle he was a part of.
You break away from the kiss and stare up at him. You want him to feel good, and you buck your hips so that his bulge finds friction against your folds. He lets out a strangled moan from the clearly torturous action. You bite your lip, still staring at him with hunger, and unbutton his trousers. He takes the hint, as you watch him stand up to take off his trousers and boxers to reveal his swollen member. He shows you how you have made him feel by gathering the pre-cum from his pink tip and using it to lubricate his painfully slow motions on his cock.
You swiftly move so that your head is in the direction of his cock. You want him to feel good from your own movements, just like he did to you. You look up at him, as he removes his hand, and you begin to take his swollen member all the way into your mouth. You suck, hollowing your cheeks, back and forth. You feel as he places his hand on your head, gently tugging your hair, but giving you full reign. He watches as his mouth enters fully to your mouth, how your spit lubricates and enhances the feeling. He rolls his head back, moaning out your name, as you softly tease his cock with your tongue. He wants you badly, he wants to lavish you in pleasure, he wants you moaning only his name while he gives you your release.
With a subtle pop, he pushes you back onto the bed. You know from the look in his eyes that he wants to be in charge; not just for his own release, but for you to orgasm again. Erwin, the gentleman, always finding a way to make his own pleasure yours. He pushes your legs around his hips, giving him ample access to your slick entrance. He knows there is no need for lubricant, as he pushes his cock up and down your slit.
"God, you're so wet for me, baby," his eyes filled with lust and hunger, "only I can make you feel this way. Isn't that right, baby?" He kisses your neck, slightly sucking on the flesh to mark you again.
"Yes, Erwin! Only you can make me feel this way." You keep feeling him tease your entrance, keeping you on your toes on if he will enter you or not. You look up at him with pleading eyes, twitching every time his cock finds the entry to your cunt, only to feel it vacate again.
"Beg for me, baby." The smirk on Erwin's face said it all, knowing that he loves making you so needy for him.
"Erwin, please… You know I need you, that only you can make me feel so good! Please, Erwin, please fuck me! Make me feel good!" In one fell swoop, you feel his cock enter you to the hilt, filling you up entirely. You gasp at the sensation, never wanting it to go away. He pushes his head back slightly at the feeling of your warmth, giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling. You put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately, which gives him the okay to start moving.
His actions are slow but with the intent to build up your desire, wanting you to writhe and scream his name as he gets closer to his release. He continues kissing you, tongues finding one another once again. He uses his index finger and thumb to tweak and tug one of your nipples as he hardens his thrusts to the sounds of your exquisite sounds. You moan fervently against his lips, unable to contain them. He takes this as an opportunity to place more marks on your neck, the feeling making you even louder than before. He grunts against your ear, sending shockwaves down your entire body. You knew you were not going to last much longer with Erwin paying so much attention to your needy body.
He stops tweaking your nipple and brings his index finger down to your clit. He knows how good it makes you feel when he is deep inside, thrusting intensely, while your sensitive bud gets some well-deserved attention. He watches your face contort, how your head falls back slightly and the way your eyes roll back as he quickens his thrusts. This is the image he wants kept in his mind forever, the sounds he wants played in his head forever; you are entirely his.
His grunts quicken as he gets closer to his release; he wants you to be first, though. He sucks on your earlobe and begins to tell you how beautiful you are on his cock, how you take him so well, how you sound so gorgeous to him with your needy moans. You were getting closer to your release, knowing you will not last much longer with his thrusts deepening, the circling on your clit, and his words egging you on. You can feel your muscles clench more and more, and your walls begin to tighten more. You were close, and he knew it.
"Baby, cum for me. Cum on my cock and squeeze me dry. Let me give you all of me." His voice began to waver, holding back his release. That was all the permission you needed, as you felt your entire body tense, your pleasure rising through your spine all the way to your clenching, wet pussy. His fingers still tracing circles gently against your clit, making you writhe and scream. He quickens the pace, enjoying the feeling of you so desperate around his cock, feeling your walls willing him to cum.
"Baby, I'm going to c-cum… where do you want me?" He was never one to just cum wherever he wanted without your permission.
"Inside, baby, inside. Cum inside me, make me yours!" You scream out, still highly sensitive from your orgasm, still writhing from Erwin's actions. The invitation sent him over the edge, as he has never been allowed to cum in you before. It turned him on like nothing before, sending a fire through his entire body. He felt your walls milk every pulse of his swollen member, his cum threatening to overflow. He moaned your name, telling you how much he loved you, telling you how much he needs you. At the end of his high, he collapsed onto your glowing body. Both of you spent, not wanting to move, while he was still inside.
After a moment to catch your breath, you gently placed a kiss on his forehead. You wanted this moment to last forever, seeing him so peaceful, his sky-blue eyes looking at you with devotion. He kisses your nose and begins the process of worshipping your body with gentle touches and kisses. He then takes the time to grab a clean rag that was on his bedside table, quickly using it to grab any cum that may seep out of you. He took his time, cleaning your sensitive area, while peppering kisses on your thigh and stomach. You just laid back, relaxed, and occasionally placed the palm of your hand on his cheek with adoration.
"Would you care for a bath, baby? You deserve it. You will not need to do a thing; and Hange was kind enough to bring a bag of lavender and chamomile for bathing. Only if you want to, of course."
You looked up at Erwin and smiled, gently nodding your head. He left the room to ready the bath, the distinct noise of running water from the tap vibrating through the room. You felt yourself smiling, knowing how devoted and loving he is. You heard the water stop running, some rustling around, and he came into the room. He gently pulled you to him, lifting you up bridal style, as you placed your arms around his neck. You trusted this man with your life, both on and off the field.
You felt the water slowly submerge your body as you were placed into the tub. The smell of chamomile and lavender enhancing the feeling of love and devotion. You looked up at Erwin, watching as he took soap into the cloth on his hand, lathering it up, and using the utmost care to clean you. You hummed, the feeling of sweat and sex coming off of your body. Once he cleaned your body, you allowed yourself to give him room in the tub.
"Come join me, baby. You deserve some aftercare, too." You smiled, taking the soap filled rag from his hands. He slowly stepped into the tub, allowing himself to sit and submerge himself on the opposite end of you. You took to gently washing his body, your touch making him recognize how truly lucky he is.
Once you were both clean, he hopped out and grabbed a set of matching towels. He placed one along his waist and offered his hand to you so that you could stand. Once standing, he wrapped the towel around your body, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you into an embrace. He kissed every mark he left on your neck gently, holding you tightly, almost as though you were at risk of running if he let you go. He then took the time to dry your body off, urging the towel you had on off. After he carefully dried you off, he did the same to himself quickly. He then placed your hand in his and led you back to the bed, taking the blankets off so you both could enter the sleeping world.
You both got onto your respective sides and faced each other. You caressed his face and he melted into your touch, as he held your wrist with his hand. You smiled sweetly at him, both of you wishing that you could live life in this moment forever.
"I love you, baby." He was gentle, voice barely over a whisper. His eyes glimmered, heart full of happiness.
"I love you, too, Erwin." You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep, knowing that the man in front of you made you feel loved and safe.