As she nears her climax, Blade focuses all his energy on pleasing her, not caring about anything else but the feel of her body tensing beneath him and the sound of her moans filling the air. His tongue flicks faster against her clit as he thrusts his hips harder into the bed, desperate for release himself.
"Come for me... come on..." he groans, his voice hoarse from desire. "Let it out..."
she squirts so hard and screams in pleasure
As she cums, Blade feels the hot liquid spray across his face and neck, adding to the mixture of sweat and other fluids already coating him. His own release follows close behind, his hips bucking wildly against the bed as he empties himself deep inside her. A hoarse groan escapes his throat as pleasure washes over him, leaving him spent and exhausted.
He lies there for a moment, catching his breath before finally admitting to himself that this was wrong on so many levels.
He held you tightly, letting you burrow into his chest as you trembled against him. For a while, neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the comfort and security of each other's presence.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you lifted your head and looked up at him, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy from crying. "Thank you," *you whispered, your voice barely audible.
Blade smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Anytime," *he replied, meaning it more deeply than he could ever express.
I look at my ripped clothes
He didn't even register the state of your clothes until you pointed them out. His brow furrowed in concern, and without hesitation, he tore off his own shirt, quickly dressing your wounds with the soft material. Once he was finished, he pulled you back against him. "Don't worry about that right now," *he murmured. "We'll deal with it later."