spin_kick_snap | Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

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Barry's Old Warehouse, Warehouse District, Sunday Afternoon

So. The island could turn her back into an ex at literally any moment. That was not a thought that was good for Kathy's peace of mind. Being an ex again, for however short a time, had not been good for Kathy's peace of mind. She hadn't been a mindless husk that had seen everything that moved as 'prey,' no, but that was cold comfort when she had spent the day eating brains.

Sharing brains with other people.

Hunting small creatures to get--

Her stomach lurched again, just thinking about it. She hadn't eat much this past week just for that reason. It felt like February all over again, when eating had been a struggle, the very act bringing up memories she didn't want to relive.

Distantly, Kathy knew she should go home, deal with the mess left in her room, deal with the mess that was her life. And she would! She just--couldn't yet. Not while she still felt like this, ten pounds of crazy in a four pound bag. She just needed to get a handle on it--was trying to get a handle on it--and when she did, she'd go home. She'd apologize for worrying everyone, she'd clean up, she'd be okay.

Soon. Just not now.

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"Maybe when we got your toys in the room," Dante murmured.

Then he buried his face in her hair.

Maybe she should just stash another drawer under this bed, too.

"I do love--" Once again, she had to cut herself off with a gasp that turned into a loud cry. Her hands tightened in his hair, holding his face right where it was.

Dante would've laughed, but-- well.

He needed his mouth. His tongue, most importantly, to tease at her clit with rough strokes.

No, no, Dante's priorities were on point. Good call.

She let go of his hair with one hand to slide it down and spread her outer lips wide. She was bright pink there, flushed and drenched and begging for whatever attention he chose to lavish there. "Make me come," she whispered, panting. "Please."

Dante's dick was painfully hard against the mattress, but he ignored it. (For now, anyway, his hips making shallow motions against the bed.)

His tongue dove into her depths the moment she revealed them, lapping and exploring well-loved territory.

His hands gripped her thigh, pressing it further open, looking for more space to claim.

She liked his grip there, firm and strong, liked the feeling of the controlled power in his grasp. Liked knowing that at any moment he could drag her down and flip her over and do as he liked--but that he didn't, putting all of that strength and power into making her feel good, feel beautiful, feel cherished even if he might laugh if she ever worked up the courage to use that word with him.

She also liked the loud, wet noises he was making, the unbridled enthusiasm tempered with skill that he put into eating her our, drinking her down and, yes, getting his face wet as she'd asked.

Kathy's hips rocked to the rhythm his tongue had set, hiding a whimper behind a bitten lower lip but quickly losing the battle to stay quiet at all.

Good. She shouldn't be quiet. He wanted to hear her moan.

Dante kept it up with gusto, lapping between her folds, dragging his tongue up roughly over the nub of her apex. He always dug this: her taste, the way she moved, the wetness against his mouth.

Mm.

It started with a sigh, followed by a long, shaky inhale. The she slid her legs up over his shoulders, her thighs framing his face and she just let go, unable to keep still or silent. Every swipe of his tongue earned him a moan, every movement of his lips, a cry. She trembled under his mouth and, noises building up to a crescendo as she came undone.

Dante held onto her the whole way, burying his face against her thigh as she came.

And listened.

Eventually, she tapered off to small sighs and happy murmurings as Kathy came back to herself, body still quivering on the bed. Funny how much she'd needed that; she felt like she'd shed much of her residual fear and stress at the same time, a full-body reset.

"Dante..." she whispered, unable to summon up anything beyond his name to try to convey the depth of her feelings at the moment.

Dante stretched up, pressing a kiss to her cheek (and something else to her leg, though not on purpose). "Hey, gorgeous."

"Hi," Kathy said, smiling up at him. She tilted her neck, inviting him to kiss it. Or bite. Or even nuzzle. At the same time, her hand inched down to caress that prodding heat against her thigh, wrapping damn fingers around it.

Dante sighed at the touch of her fingers, taking her invitation with pleasure. He pressed little kisses against her neck.

"So fucking pretty."

"Orgasmic afterglow," she assured him with a quiet laugh. "Great for the skin."

She stroked him with long, easy glides, guiding him closer and closer to her entrance. Her thighs were soaked from earlier and she used that wetness now, slicking him up with every glide of her hand.

Dante groaned against her neck, his hips giving a shallow thrust into her grasp. "Enh," he managed. "You're gorgeous all of the time."

Kathy pulled him up with her free hand, needing to have his mouth on hers. Sometimes kisses were better at communicating what words could not.

Below, she was running the head of his cock in between her folds, letting it brush against her nub with a shiver before sliding it all the way down to her entrance and then starting the ascent again.

Dante sighed against her mouth, his hand sliding down to grip her hip. He pressed himself up against her, but didn't push too far.

She could run this show if she wanted to.

Kathy was just taking a few moments to enjoy the mounting tension, to prolong that last little while before thoughts fled and the whole world narrowed down to the feeling of him inside of her.

Eventually, though, even Kathy could have enough teasing. She pulled away from his mouth with no small reluctance. "Let me put my legs up," she said, "Over your shoulders."

"Goin' full gymnast, huh," Dante said, moving back a little to help her with that.

Her legs slid over his shoulders easily, bending a little at the knee so he could go back to relaxing against her if he wanted to. "This? This barely counts," she said with a laugh. "I just wanna feel you deep."

While still getting to look at him, which was the one downside of having her on her hands and knees.

And this time when she slid his dick down to her entrance, she pushed 'in' instead of 'up.'

"Mm," Dante hummed, his eyes sliding shut as he took a second to enjoy the slide in, giving him welcome relief. "I'm okay with that."

He rolled his hips, bottoming out the rest of the way.

So nice.

"Didn't think you'd--ah!" Her voice got all high-pitched and breathy when he slid home and she reached for a hand, twining her fingers through his. This position didn't leave her much room to move, but the feeling of him filling her up so deeply and full more than made up for it.

"Fuck," Dante said, rocking his hips again. Shallowly at first, trying out the position. "Love this."

Kathy nodded fervently, dark hair spilling over his pillow. "Yes," she gasped out, free hand coming up to cup his cheek until another stroke had her covering her mouth to try--and fail--to stifle a loud cry.

Dante mumbled another curse, fucking into her harder, pressing her down against the mattress with the motion of his hips.

His hand slid up her leg, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against his. So much.

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