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Sex with Lowsky wasn’t always good.
Pleasure is purely psychological for you. Mere sensation doesn’t make you reach nirvana all on its own even though Lowsky assumed it once did. Your head has to be in the game, and you have to feel desirable . You have to think about all the qualities that Lowsky has that you find most attractive, and you have to run with it— think of yourself beneath him, being dominated by him, his strength and his hands…
Now that you are in a better headspace, especially since your relationship with Lowsky changed so much for the better, you actually find that it’s not at all a challenge to get aroused. In fact, you find yourself in the mood for some afternoon cock quite often.
God, you love the way he knows you and your body. He sure as hell made sure you’d never be able to feel satisfied without him.
And your kind lover is making sure you end the night satisfied with a specialty birthday present prepared just for you. The kind that makes you lose your mind.
Your mouth hangs open as you watch him at work.
The pad of Lowsky’s thumb swirls and rubs against your clit while his other hand remains a little more occupied within your cunt. Three fingers are jammed inside of you, spreading and massaging your inner walls; both to prepare you and pleasure you. All of it feels odd in a way— the overwhelming sensation he bestows upon you feels so wrong yet so right. The manner in which he stares down at you as you intermittently clamp your eyes shut to avoid his subduing gaze doesn’t make it any better. Embarrassingly enough, he probably knows it turns you on whenever he watches you being pleasured.
Shit, that’s not to say he doesn’t like it too. He’s always stared you in the face during sex with such intensity that it makes it almost embarrassing. It’s like he wants to capture every little reaction you make and wear the badge of honor after knowing he’s able to make you so aroused, move and moan with such euphoria.
And right now, as your birthday is just an hour away from its end, you can’t help but think this to be a form of torture. He’s still fully clad while you are not, and you’ve always wondered if that was intentional on his part. Did he like that specific sense of authority over you as you lay in a heightened vulnerable state? Perhaps it turns him on to have you at his disposal like that; maybe it’s both.
There’s a familiar feeling brewing southward, and it’s not just the orgasm he’s intending on edging you from. You bite your lip and grab onto the pillow under your head, because it takes everything in you to not grab his hands or hold onto his forearm— he’s never liked it when you do it preceding the actual penetration. Despite that being in the past, you’ve yet to attempt it again. But he’s making it so damn hard not to claw at him, not with the way he’s pleasing you in such a strategic, almost methodical way. He’s done it so many times, making you cum just by the way he plays with your clit. He knows which strokes make you twitch and what speed will get you there the quickest. But he’s being slower right now. The stimulation inside and outside is already too much, but there seems to be intention as he slows down before speeding up, all done in an unpredictable pattern that somehow makes you more sensitive.
You let out a long moan after he presses against your G-Spot a little harder, even bucking your hips a little.
Lowsky’s lips slowly part, and his cheeks grow to be a light shade of pink.
It’s the only indication he’s made that shows you’re affecting him, too. When you get intimate with him, you sometimes wish he’d be more expressive and vocal on his own— but that’s when you have to draw it out of him.
After meeting Lowsky’s unblinking eyes, you purposely let out another moan paired with some noise that said how good he is making you feel. He swallows, then lets out a small breath. He suddenly fingers you harder and much faster. The action makes you jerk at the abruptness, gasping his name in response.
Finally, you felt it. The female ejaculate that you knew was inevitable. It doesn’t happen all the time, but tonight feels different . Lowsky’s fingers must be soaked by now, but why doesn’t he stop? He usually doesn’t care if you finish during the prep since he only cares if you are wet enough to take him, and if you were wet enough before you cum, then you just have penetration to look forward to. But luckily for you, Lowsky has mastered your sweet spots and often makes you finish before he roots himself inside of you.
There is a resounding wetness that the floor below must be able to hear. You can’t quite believe how wet you are, and you think Lowsky can’t either.
You want to cum. It’s right there— so close.
You squeeze hard around his fingers, ready to beg if necessary.
“S-Sky— Oh, God…” You gasp out another curse. “Please, let me cum…”
Lowsky swallows and leans over you a bit more. “I’m not stopping you.”
The way he said it, perhaps the authority tied to his voice, is what tossed you over the edge. The moan that fell out of your mouth was next to sin, and Lowsky could taste it. Your walls convulse around his fingers and your hips twitch as he continues to finger fuck you. It’s so overstimulating that you don’t know if you should moan or scream. Your reflexes force you to shut your legs— or try to. Lowsky forces them open again as he climbs properly on top of you.
Something shifts in his eyes as he drags his fingers out of your sopping cunt— an idea emerges. Whilst you’re busy catching your breath, he shoves those same three fingers inside your mouth.
It startles you since he’s never done anything like that before, but you’re ready to please him. You get over the taste of yourself pretty fast since the mood demands it, and you find yourself enjoying it as you come down from your orgasm. Looking him in the eyes, you lick his fingers clean. He simply gapes at you, and you feel like you’ve won some unknown game with the way his eyebrows push together.
“That’s the hardest you’ve orgasmed before penetration.” Lowsky states in a low tone, all factual and nothing short of stoicism. His eyes drift to your mouth, sucking your own slick off. He swallows rather hard.
You pull his fingers out of your mouth, the taste gone and his fingers partially pruny at this point. Weaving your fingers through his, you squeeze his hand to convey your adoration for him, and you lazily smile at him.
“I think so,” you agree in a heavy breath.
But when you look up at him through your lashes, feeling like you're high even though you’re not, you just can’t help your desire to see him absolutely lose it.
“Now I can only imagine what your cock is gonna do to me.”
Huh.
And he loses it.
It’s in your throat. You feel it in your throat.
It has to be.
Dear God, there is no way that it is not .
If Lowsky had a single ounce of charity nestled deep somewhere inside of his cold, black heart, then it simply does not want to be found. He demonstrated his own desire, somehow restrained to the point of insanity as it would appear.
To the hilt. To the fucking hilt. He shoved the full length of his cock in on one go, the feeling so foreign to anything he’s ever given you. Your whole body stiffens up as a reaction with tears beginning to pour out of your eyes. It doesn’t hurt, per se–
But it’s so intense.
“ Ahhh , Sky…” You moan, full of sin.
Lowsky groans low in response.
His face is a novelty– such a shame you can only view it through blurred vision. The routine inexpressive face he wears is now somewhat pinched up. His eyebrows are pushed so far together that they are almost kissing each other. Those dark, ominous eyes are no longer wide with intent; now they are lidded. Why is that alone so hot?
You dig your nails into his biceps, and your jaw slacks open as he pulls out only half his length before slamming it back in. Lowsky does it again. Then again. And again and again until he’s doing it so hard and so fast that moans can’t even begin to summarize how you feel.
You almost don’t even recognize the man making love to you. The passion he exhibits now used to be nonexistent on his everlasting apathetic face. You’d usually see pink dusted on his cheeks and maybe a bead of sweat dripping down his temple– but never any expression .
Maybe that’s why you’re so aroused, ready to take whatever he gives you– because you haven’t quite seen this side of him.
His toned arms suddenly scoop underneath your neck and shoulders, enveloping around you as if he wanted to get you closer to him– even more than before. He pulls you closer to his body, the space between you both considerably lessened. You reciprocate his little act of affection by wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead against his. And his eyes – those eyes will forever be fixated on you.
You let out a sudden gasp when one thrust in particular was a little too hard that it shot a bolt of pain into your cervix.
Unfortunately, your reaction encourages him, and your eyes glazing over gives him all the more reason.
It was either a moan or a groan erupting from your throat– you’ll never be able to say a coherent word at this rate. He has long since abandoned the fast pace he began with and now favors the slower, harder rhythm he’s procured exquisitely.
Lowsky continuously hits your cervix, making you clamp down on him whenever he hits it a little too hard. Your legs shake involuntarily as another orgasm quickly builds. And he knows it– he can see it and feel it. So
You extend your hands to his face, your fingers raking back some of his hair as you simultaneously push his head down to become level with yours. The first thing that enters his mouth is your tongue. Lowsky immediately swallows it up with another groan, his own way of showing gratitude; he’s always been so obvious with how much he likes it whenever you desire him first and take the initiative.
And between the sensual kissing and how hard he is fucking your cunt…
There is only one thing running through your head, and it’s that you love it. You love it so much that you don’t know how you’ve ever lived without it.
“Ohh, I wanna cum…” You pull away from him to whine. “Make me… Sky, I wanna–”
He vocalizes what sounds like a gruff before changing the way he fucks you, even releasing your leg that he propped up. Lowsky then presses his pubic bone against your clit, practically massaging it with each thrust. It gives you the chills with the way he stares at you melt underneath him, your face telling him everything he needs to know. You twitch but try not to move– try to stay as still as you can because Lowsky is hitting it so good that you’ll cum.
And before you know it, you don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re clawing at his back, literally digging your nails deep into his skin. If you were in your right mind, you’d worry about the consequences if you were to draw blood. But you don’t care. Lowsky doesn’t seem to care either, because even his jaw hangs open. You can hardly even focus on that specific spectacle; your legs squeeze against his hips, a hint of blurriness cutting through your vision.
It’s embarrassing all the noises you hear yourself making. Your words come out a jumbled mess now too, but despite the lack of fluidity in your diction, you still attempt to string together some words that have something to do with how good his cock feels as you ride out the everlasting climax.
“Good,” you groan, moan, and whimper everything under the sun. Your brain feels foggy. “… Boy.”
Lowsky hips jerk abruptly, causing him to lose the perfect rhythm he had going But that only lasts for less than 30 seconds before he pushes himself all the way in, shuddering as he finishes inside you. You swallow another moan once you feel the heat from his sperm coat your insides, and it's a lot . Persistent enough in its very right, his pulsating cock is the echo of the sin you just committed. He neglects to pull out, intending to keep his seed inside you for as long as possible.
The next few moments are filled with his heavy breathing harmonizing with yours. His shoulders and chest rise and fall in synchrony. And his eyes; those dark, awful, and wonderfully enchanting eyes gaze at you. Lowsky swallows and then kisses you.
It’s a long kiss. You suppose it’s the intermission. Surprisingly, it isn’t dirty or mean, but actually quite lovely. His tongue brushes against yours so sweetly you almost want to bite down on his. But that would ruin the mood. Still, it seems to calm both of you down with only the mild heavy breathing remaining.
Lowsky pulls away, although he still hovers over your mouth at a tempting distance.
He says nothing and instead just allows his head to hang whilst regulating his breath, you give him a quick peck on the lips. “Thank you for today. I really appreciate you making it special for me.”
“It’s nothing you don’t deserve,” he replies after a moment, seemingly trying to find the right words. “And it’s nothing I’m incapable of providing.”
You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. You say through bated breath, “It was like the whole day was one long date, don’t you think?”
“I suppose.”
“Does it end when we leave the hotel or when we’re back at home?”
The smallest bit of warmth swims in his eyes. Home . You think of his home as your home.
“Home, of course.” Lowsky replies. “I hope you didn’t think the night was over after this.”
You suddenly feel something drip down your asshole and you clench as a reflex. He tilts his head as he watches you realize that his cum is leaking out of your pussy despite him not having pulled out yet, his cock now mostly soft.
“C-Can we get one of those towels you tossed aside earlier?” You ask with a hint of embarrassment. As much as Lowsky’s stare makes you uncomfortable, irritated, or aroused , it still has the ability to instill some embarrassment as well.
“Wouldn’t that be counterintuitive?”
“Huh?”
But then you feel him slowly harden again, and your eyes widen in horror. “Did you really think I’d leave you alone after that?”
Lowsky soaks up your expression and licks his lips. He sits up and straightens his back before pulling halfway out of you, preparing himself for the next round. The head of his cock slides against your sensitive walls, and that little brush of overstimulation makes you whimper. “Ahhh–”
“Stop with that. I’m trying to enjoy this without cutting the night short,” he chides.
Is that what your moaning does to him?
You think that, but what is it doing to you ? He’s fully erect again in just a matter of seconds. How that is humanly possible, you don’t know.
He starts thrusting at a steady pace, one much more forgiving than the desperate jack hammer he adopted not only five minutes ago. There’s something wrong with you tonight. Maybe someone slipped something in your drink, maybe, but the one thing you cannot ignore is how unbelievably good it all feels.
It’s so wet down there. His cock has molded your walls to fit him, and each thrust sounds and feels so wet and it’s so disgustingly good to feel.
Your legs shake again, the moans stuck in your throat.
“S-Sky, wait. I just came–”
“You’re fine .” Lowsky spits, assuming you’ve had enough. “I’ve given you worse.”
“No, I…” You dig your nails into his biceps. “I-I think I’m gonna do it again.”
He must know it too, then. How your arousal is beyond what he’s seen before. You practically see him realize it in the moment because the look that flashes across his face was almost primal. And it was gone as soon as it came, but you knew what that meant. He is simply, absurdly, so turned on.
In a second, his hand clasps onto your neck, the faint and gradual pressure sending electrocuting shocks of pleasure down your spine.
Lowsky has maintained his pace perfectly now knowing what he now knows about your impending climax. But he failed to calculate his own release, because he can hardly keep his breathing under control. It’s heavy– so heavy.
“Say i’m a good boy,” he virtually grits through his teeth.
Ah. So that also did a number on him. Probably way more than you initially thought.
“Sky, You’re…”
“ Say it. ”
“a.. good boy..” You choke out, all rational sense already on its way out the door. Your vision becomes quite spotty. “Such a good, good, boy..”
Another pained sound comes from the depths of his throat, and his hand tightens around your neck a little more. Wordlessly, Lowsky continues to use your body like some sort of sex doll, eager to chase his high before considering you. He doesn’t take long to finish after that, but that doesn’t mean he was finished with you at all. You knew tonight would be rather long. You were proven right as you teetered in and out of consciousness until the sun rose, with your lover seemingly never leaving the depths of your cunt.
And Lowsky never once minded your unconscious body.