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It’s not common for Felix to initiate this activity.
But today, he’d been in a mood all day, until what seemed like an offhand comment from Nicky… or Emily… or— or— one rough thrust from him made her forget what she was thinking of.
“AH— mnff…”
He covered her mouth with a hand just as she made a noise a bit too loud for comfort. “Shit… Ya gotta be quiet.”
Chris was shaking at the abuse of her G-spot in this angle.
How long had they been gone now? She didn't know. All she knew was the way Felix's cock rammed into her. The way he leaned forward so she could bend in the way he wanted, and how he alternated between biting his own lip or anchoring his teeth in her shirt to keep himself quiet. God, she was so wet she felt herself trickle down the inside of her thighs.
Hahhh
Hahhh
Hahhh
A shiver ran down her spine when he hid his face in her hair, just by her ear, and let out breathy sounds. She'd never been with anyone who could sound so hot, so desperate. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze in the mirror. When she felt his hand relaxing over her mouth, he smirked, and panic flooded her face.
He was testing her.
Chris quickly shook her head. She knew if he removed his hand completely, someone would hear them. If the wet slapping noises coming from his hips ramming into her at lightning speed hadn’t already revealed them… And the circus-themed toilet in a theater Emily and Nicky had dragged them to, because Emily wanted to see a play, was not an ideal place to get caught in.
Felix chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her throat. “What? Can't— Can't keep quiet, baby?”
She swallowed air when he slowed down to let her answer. “You're one to ta—ALK!” The daggers she shot his way when he interrupted her with another thrust.
He smiled and kissed the side of her neck. “Ssh…”
Asshole.
The arm that had kept her pressed to him snaked its way down between her legs. She moaned when he cradled her clit between two of his fingers and pressed his hand closer to her mouth herself. She didn't care if she couldn't breathe. Why would she, when she was already floating and leaving her body to some kind of astral plane thanks to Felix?
He groaned when she tightened around him.
“Did someone like that, hm?” He huffed out a laugh when he saw her eyes roll back in her head as he circled her clit. “Fuhh-ck… I love seeing your—your face.”
Chris whined behind his hand and grabbed onto his arm. Her thighs were shaking, and sweat had gathered under the one hand that held her up, making her glide across the surface. She winced when he suddenly bit down on her shoulder before kissing the spot. He grunted between traveling kisses up towards her ear again.
“I— I'm close, babe.” He felt her vibrate under him as his fingers moved faster between her legs. “Fu-huh-ck yeah. I know you're close too, Chrissy. I can— I can feel it.”
She was getting dizzy with the lack of proper air into her lungs, and a high-pitched sound came from her throat. She felt her legs starting to give out under her.
Felix moved her head with the hand still over her mouth to make sure she was meeting his eyes in the mirror—a scene she would’ve seen in any generic porno on the internet. The fat on her thighs vibrated in sync with his thrusts, and strands of hair stuck to his face, sticky with a sheen of sweat.
“L-look at me.” He was erratic now. Desperate and so, so close. “You know I love seeing your face when you cum around me.”
The way he met her eyes in the mirror as he whispered those last words was her undoing. And she squeaked out something resembling his name behind his hand with nails clawing into his arm as she came.
It was the look on her face and how she, despite his hand covering her, called for him as she climaxed and how her pussy clamped down on him like a vice and pulsed around him that made him snap.
He wanted to see her ride hers out, he really did. But his own orgasm hit like a freight train, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut and concentrate on not moaning too loud himself.
Pressing his face into her shoulder, he chanted her name like a prayer while she shivered and moaned when she felt warmth spread in her with every pump of his cock.
Neither of them was on the earthly plane anymore. Floating somewhere in the ether. They just stood there, holding onto each other for a while, waiting for their own bodies to come back online. Christine hummed when she felt him pepper kisses along her shoulder and up her neck.
He pressed his left cheek to her right one and mumbled out a tired but content ‘I love you.’ A love-drunk look on his face told her the mood he’d been in all morning was gone.