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Distrust & Intentions || Prodi & Mach

Her fingers fluttered along his arms, her breaths sharp and hot as his lips and tongue played along her body. His name was in every sigh, first a soft one, then one more forcefully breathed as he teased her, a sound of want and desperation that could not be mistaken as for anyone else. Then, those soft, feminine sounds she made when he did something pleasant, a sound he was already beginning to adore, those began as his lips moved across her collarbone. But best of all was that moan, open and free, pleasure in every single second of that delicious sound. Her nipple was soft but hard in his mouth, and he lavished it with a slow attention that grew steadily into a quick flickering of his tongue against that perky, sensitive bud.

Her body was hot to the touch, soft as he pulled her toward him. He was quickly growing hard, but he was nowhere near ready to be inside her. No, he had other plans to enjoy first.

His mouth slipped off her nipple with a lewd pop, and he left a trail of hot, wet kisses across her soft breasts to the other nipple, ensuring that it got just as much worshipful, delighting attention as the other, his hands sliding up her body to caress those soft breasts and further enjoy her body under his touch. Then, with a deliberate look up at her face, his mouth began moving lower, a trail of licks and kisses across her toned stomach and over her hips, lavishing her with sexual attentions as his hands guided her legs apart and his shoulders slid between them, his tongue lapping slowly for the first time across her pink slit.
 
His pace was calm and steady, but it was like he was brewing a storm inside of her. With every touch, every lick, her body shifted and responded under him. The sunlight coming into the windows grew brighter, but Charlotte hardly registered the time of day any longer. He pulled her toward him and she lifted her body without hesitation. As her back arched up her hips arched down, desperately pressing into the bed as she ached from him to go lower.

She was well aware of what his plans were now, the pure shock of last night still fresh in her mind. A low, deep groan left her lips, her head turning to the side as his mouth traveled to her other breast. It was so conflicting, the pleasure of his tongue on that sensitive flesh when she desperately needed his tongue somewhere else. And then there was the fact that even thinking such a thing brought a fresh blush tingling up to her cheeks. Restlessly her fingers forked into his hair, which was quickly becoming one of her favorite things. Charlotte looked down at him just as his eyes flicked up to hers, a shudder rolling up her spine. She was in bed with Maximillian, again. He was her husband.

Her head dropped back against the pillow as his mouth travelled lower, the muscles of her stomach fluttered under his lips. But then again nearly every muscle inside of her was taught in anticipation, her thighs quickly spreading at his guidance. Max's tongue was a heat of its own against hers, her hands immediately leaving his hair to grip the sheets on either side of her. The noise that gasped out of her was as vulnerable as she'd been last night, and she knew he would feel how hot, how wet she already was.
 
The guttural sound he made as his tongue swept through her hot wetness, the slick desire between her thighs, that sound conveyed every bit of how much he enjoyed the intimate moment. It was matched with the sound that gasped out of her, and he adored it. He could feel her hot wetness, and it was validating - she was aroused. She couldn't help but be aroused. Of course, perhaps just his touching had warmed her up - he still wasn't sure that Charlotte truly desired him, given that she was stuck with him. But he didn't let those kinds of thoughts linger.

Instead, a hand slid down her body, and slowly, gently, he slid two fingers into her, curling slightly to press against the wet, slick, soft ridges inside her. His tongue lapped gently over her clit as those fingers toyed her with an expert touch, feeling her pulse and clench around them. His eyes looked up at her, blazing with desire as he sucked roughly on her clit for a moment, growling.
 
His mouth vibrated against her, his groan rumbling lowly in his throat. It was unlike anything she'd ever heard, and if she hadn't already been, she was sure it would have caused her to tremble. Charlotte was already panting, breathing desperately as his tongue lapped against her sex. But more than that, it was suddenly clear that he enjoyed this--he enjoyed the taste of her. Heat didn't just bloom, it burst through her like wildfire.

Her spine bowed as her hips arched, her fingers digging relentlessly into the sheets underneath them. Then, one of her hands instinctively lifted to his as it began moving from her breast to glide down her body. She groaned, her hand slipping into his hair as his own slipped between her legs. "Oh God..." She breathed, feeling his fingers press into her. Her inners walls squeezed tightly, squeezing tighter as his tongue played over her clit. "Maximillian."

By now her eyes were wide open, but she may as well have been blind. The fingers curled, but once his mouth closed over her clit her hips bucked, a sound of raw, feminine sex gasping out of her. Her head dropped back against the pillow once as he swiftly yanked the pleasure upward, the orgasm clamping on like a fist. Her fingers curled in his hair as she trembled with it, her muscles practically spasming. By the time it relented her body had gone completely limp.
 
Her fingers laced into his hair softly as he slid his fingers inside her. Her hot, wet walls squeezed around him tightly, and for a moment the memory of how her body felt clenching around his cock flashed through his mind. His name - his full name - escaped her lips in a gasp of pleasure as his focus shifted to her clit, an he quickly was coaxing those wonderful gasps of feminine pleasure from her lips. Her fingers gripped at his hair and her body shaking slightly, until she dropped back to the bed with a gasp.

But he wasn't finished, and simply began to work her up again, his fingers finding that perfect sweet spot inside her where they curled, his tongue practically worshiping her sensitive clit as his eyes looked up to her from between her perfect thighs. And as he watched her react to his touches, he mused over how he was going to have her this morning.

She was remarkably... compliant? Submissive? Her relatively new experiences with sex had clearly caused her to let him take charge in the situation, and he was certainly going to enjoy that dominance and power.
 
Her hand slid slimply from his hair, falling to her side. Sucking in a deep breath, her muscles immediately tightened as his tongue slid over that hot, swollen button again. "W-wait, wait—" Her back practically bowed as his fingers curled, her inner walls squeezing, her muscles spasming. She felt him press up inside of her, his tongue practically grinding against her clit at this point. Charlotte could feel his eyes on her likes a second set of hands as he watched her rapid decent, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

This time her hands forked into her own hair desperately as she all-out whimpered, her hips bucking once before she just managed to get them under control. The orgasm slammed again, yanking out another gasp as she trembled with it. She came like a flood, both body and breath panting hot. She went limp, the muscles in her thighs and legs still quivering. She'd gone from asleep, to awake, to near death in less than twenty minutes.
 
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