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This is bad.
It has been exactly 23 seconds since Yor slipped into his lap, and his mind is on fire.
This all is the result of a complete oversight in his plans. He hadn’t done much to anticipate her growing interest in him as a man and as a partner. All he’d focused on was what was necessary, keeping his ‘family’ happy, maintaining their bond, making sure they were well-prepared for the exam. And today’s outing surprisingly worked without a hitch. He’d been delighted to see an exhausted Anya actually managing to go to bed relatively early, though that left the two of them alone to sip at their hot tea.
Polite conversation had warmed into a genuine conversation. They laughed and joked, teased each other, bantered a tad as they sipped at their mugs. Loid had completely misread her intentions, letting her shift closer, stare at him, lean in – though that was foolish of him. He should have recognized that shy look in her eyes. The soft blush on her cheeks and the way her lips gently parted, all telltale signs of lust, of desire, of want.
He doesn’t know what it was that kept him from pulling away with a quick and easy excuse. When she kisses him, he doesn’t know why he kisses back.
Now she’s on his lap. Perched on top of him. Straddling him. Her hips are pressed to his, her legs spread apart, braced against the couch, her body nestled so close it feels like his own is singeing with her proximity. Her breasts are nearly spilling out over the hem of her dress, and they feel so soft against his chest, under his hand. He’s touching her all over before he can even realize, grabbing her ass, carding his fingers through her hair, humping her as she grinds against him and softly, quietly, whimpers.
God. He’s hard. He can’t remember the last time he’s gotten hard and gotten off in any capacity. This is supposed to be the part where he pulls away. There’s nothing to gain by having sex with her. She has no information to seduce out of her, they’re already married , quote unquote, the documentation is already signed, nothing changes with their kisses. He knows this. Repeats this, over and over in his head.
But it doesn’t make him stop. He’s still kissing her, pawing at her like he could pull her straight into his body. Their tongues push and move against each other, her teeth catching hard against his bottom lip. His cock grinds against her and makes her gasp and a full-bodied shiver passes through him at the sound of her pleasure, the evidence of it. She’s wet and the pleasant warmth of it has started to seep through the fabric of his pants. Her cute little pussy must be soaking through her panties if he can feel it like this. She wants him, and the realization that he wants her, too, absolutely guts him, makes him groan against her mouth as he thrusts up against her cunt hard.
He could bury himself in her, right now. God, he could fuck her right here, right on this couch, make a mess of them both and soil the expensive fabric beneath them. He could fill her, make her his, fuck , she feels so good, better than anything he’s ever felt. All his life, he’s hardly cared or had the time to use his own hand, he has nothing to compare this bliss to. It consumes him instantly. He can’t get enough. She’s so perfect.
Yor tries to cover her mouth. She, at the very least, seems to have some of her sanity intact, it seems, and she’s trying to keep them both from getting caught and overheard. But then he grinds roughly into her, the length of his cock dragging between her clothed folds, and she jolts, both hands flying out to grasp at him hard, digging her sharp fingernails in, frantically clawing at him in her surprise.
“Oh,” she moans, right against his ear, and just like that he’s tensing, he’s gasping, hips pumping at an insane pace. He can’t stop, savagely rutting like an animal, like a man that’s completely lost his mind. He’s seen the pathetic heaps his female associates have turned their targets into and has never understood just how a man could foolishly fall prey to something as simple as sex. Now he knows. Now he needs to spend the rest of his life lost in her, until there isn’t a single cell of himself left.
Loid settles with a sudden, violent slump, panting harshly against her slim shoulder. His hands twitch where they rest on her waist, limp against her perfect curves. The afterglow is exquisite, his mind perfectly, almost dangerously blank for the first time in decades.
On a whim, he glances towards his watch.
Five seconds have passed.
What feels like an eternity has been five seconds.
The embarrassment almost kills him right there and then.
Quiet, Yor gently parts from him, staring at him with her wide, scarlet eyes.
“Did you just…?” she softly breathes out.
Loid grimaces. He feels his cock spurt out one last pathetic, traitorous pulse of cum into his soaking pants.
He nods, too ashamed to voice his confirmation.
It takes a moment, but her face lights up like a sunrise, cheeks glowing pink as she beams at him.
“That was… so cute!” Yor gasps out, her eyes sparkling. Then, she’s leaning in, shyly pressing her hand right against the dampened fabric of his slacks, a delicately coy smile on her lips as she curls her fingers around his spent cock and purrs sin against the shell of his ear.
“Can you do it again…?”
Loid gulps and offers another little nod, trying his hardest not to let out a whine as she begins to move her hand again.