cockwarming, riding, delayed orgasm
Fjord’s first mistake had been interrupting Jester while she was painting. The second mistake had been thinking he could pull her away from her painting for literally anything. The third mistake had been telling her he just couldn’t wait.
So now he was waiting, whether he liked it or not. Jester was settled on his cock, her back to him while she finished her painting. She had warned him that if she messed up she’d have to start all over, and that was all that was keeping Fjord from thrusting up into her and having done with it.
When she was sitting still it was mostly okay. The movements of her arms made her muscles move in different ways that clenched around his cock and made him grit his teeth against the sensation and the need to move.
The worst part was when she had to lean. Her entire body moved around him and sent sparks up his spine, making the urge to fuck up into her almost unbearable. But the threat of staying like this for another two hours while she started over was even stronger.
She did stop, just once, and he watched a shiver run up her spine and across her shoulders. That was the only sign she ever gave that he was affecting her at all, while he was a wreck beneath her. She hadn’t even gotten undressed except to remove her underwear, and her skirts flared out around her where she was seated. The fabric tickled and scratched, alternately, adding a layer of sensation that in a merciful universe would have distracted Fjord, providing literally any relief. Unfortunately he lived in this one, where it just added another layer of sensation that made his situation that much more unbearable.
Finally, blessedly, she sat her palette and her brushes aside, leaning back on Fjord’s cock. He couldn’t even see her painting through her torso, but she tipped her head backwards and braced herself on her own thighs.
”Fjord?” His name was breathy as she called it over her shoulder.
”Jester?”
”Please, please fuck me now.”
”Gods, yes.” He gripped her waist and thrust up into her, dragging a groan out of both of them. He set up a pace immediately, chasing the climax that had been taunting him from a distance this whole time. Jester lifted up on her knees and slammed back down against him, leaning back to brace herself on his stomach as she worked her hips. The sound of their bodies meeting was muffled by the fabric of her skirts, but their cries were unimpeded as they echoed around the room.
Heat pooled at the base of Fjord’s spine, sparks flying across his nerves, and he pulled one hand from her hip to wrap around the base of her tail.
Jester cried out, high-pitched with mingled surprise and pleasure, and her body clenched down around him so hard it made him see stars. He fucked her through it, his grip tightening as he neared the edge, making her hiss between her teeth. Finally, finally, he fell over the edge with a cry that echoed around the room.
They both sat there a moment, chests heaving. Jester eventually slid off of him, moving only as much as it took to turn around and flop along the line of his body.
“Is that what you wanted?” she asked, exhaustion in her voice.
“Not exactly what I wanted,” he admitted, running a hand over her back. “Close enough, honestly.”
“You’ll have to be more specific next time.”