resonance & ricochets

You never knew this day would come, and she’s in the same boat as you, yet still grateful.

If you look at it, you’re not turning back, not when Nien’s body is resting against yours, her breath hinting on your nostrils as her eyes yearn for that one thing she deserves the most.

“I know you’ve been dying to do this to me.” Nien hints, smirking inches away from you as she keeps her frame rested against yours, getting you into that disposition and testing the waters. “Say what you’re gonna say, babe.”

Your eyes meet hers, then eyeing her body and that exposed panty resting just above her waist, hands stretching the hem of it as you lift your head up, drowning on her abysmal stare. “I really do think the guys at the bar are eyeing you all the time.”

“You think so?” Nien’s genuine, giggling knowing how much she’s alluring as she skates her hands towards the hem of your polo, dying to undress it as she plays with your abs. 

“Yeah—I mean I can’t blame them, honestly.” You continue playing with the exposed garter, even stretching it to the point she whimpers, and all you can do is mask that hubristic smile, letting her know how hot she is. “But I’m the only one who knows what’s underneath this.”

“Yes, babe.”

You’re dying to fuck her.

The introduction is simple: you keep her riled up with kisses on her neck, shoulders and even on those arms to let you know how you’re practically worshipping such a perfected, chiseled unit of a woman.

“F-fuck—are you just gonna kiss me or fuck me?”

“Hm?” You stare towards those glistening orbs of hers, puzzled if she’s liking this or too frustrated to prolong such depravity. “Patience, sweetheart—you don’t mind me kissing your perfect body?”

She doesn’t. She never does.

“I n-never said that…” 

“Then allow me to.”

You know how things go around Nien, especially when she’s this needy around you and with such an inviting outfit she knows you’ll be done for. She just moans in your ear, loving how you handle her and how you properly appreciate her, suckling onto her porcelain skin that’s enough to possibly leave hickeys.

“God—you fucking want me, babe.”

“I really do.” Your hands roam around her toned abs, working your way to undress such fabric that deprives you from seeing more of her, unbuckling her belt as she helps you out. “I wanna do something with you though.” 

You still continue peppering her body with kisses until you stop, and your words piques her. “What’d you like to do?”

“When your pants are on the floor, then you’ll know.” 

You mark your words, and knowing where this goes, it’s only a matter of time. It's just the last bit of defense, that frustrating button in between holding everything together before such filth ensues. She’ll eventually know it, because you can’t resist and she can’t wait any longer, dismissing the idea of prolonging what she’s dying to feel.

There it goes, the fabric on the floor, and her legs in full sight.

“Jesus, fuck—you’re beautiful, Nien.” You caress the smoothness of her thighs, her godly curvature and the chiseled perfection of her abs. You can’t simply shut up on how hot this woman is, her potential and how she derails you into this person needing her ultimately.

Your words make her flustered, shading that rosy hue on her cheeks as she vocalizes how something is unfair. “Need you to undress too, babe.”

“Seriously?” You’re sincere, genuinely puzzled but ultimately teasing her, knowing her words wouldn’t budge on you just yet. “You gotta be patient, sweetie—you don’t mind bending over the couch, do you?”

She plasters that confident smile, eyes in ultimate interest with your command as she doesn’t mind, her toned, fit frame in front of you to gawk over and relish.

There’s no other thing to do with someone in the right headspace, but she made you feel unwell to the point that you know she deserves and wants this dynamic.

“Are you finally gonna fuck me?”

“I would.” Your finger traces her back, those delectable asscheeks in display, and the clothed cunt possibly wet from the foreplay you’ve done earlier. “But not yet. I’ll do something you’ll like.”

Nien stops peeking over her shoulder, braces for whatever you may do to her with her hands gripping the headboard tightly, and closes her eyes, putting her trust in you.

“Something like—ow!” First strike. Was imminent, not surprising yet unexpected.

It was enough to make her bite her own lip, wincing with the pain you delivered on the plump shape of her ass, the jiggle hypnotizing you to do another one. 

“You like that, babe?”

“I do, but god—at least let me know it—ow!” Second strike. Little less rough, yet enough for her to feel it.

At this point, Nien is expecting you to be anything but gentle, knowing how she hinted how she’s going to rock your world and she wanted you to be rough because she can take it.

And you’re ultimately putting her into the test.

Your hand caresses her butt, tracing your fingers over the red imprint that’s starting to glow on her skin, then towards her Achilles’ heel—her pussy, subtly wet and ultimately needing you.

So here’s the fun fact: Nien always wanted to test the limits of herself and you, and ultimately, she always loved the spanks you deliver between such heated sex sessions, but she never thought you'd introduce such masochistic acts so early.

You can just imagine her face painting that beautiful emotion of pleasure and pain, and it’s just wonderful in your head knowing how much she likes this.

“Guess this never gets old, Nien.”

“Fuck—you’re so dirty I fucking love you.” She glances over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as you smirk towards her, knowing the inevitable will soon come but your kisses on her buttcheek reassures her. 

“I love you too.” Third strike. As harsh as the first. Nien chokes on her own spit, moaning the pain that gratifies her.

The illusion of pain ultimately dies down from its true nature, converting it into pleasure with every strike that you do. The rosy hue on her ass might as well live down for hours because with what you have in mind, these strikes aren’t far from over because she’s just a drug at this point.

You gently run your hands onto that familiar spot beneath her panties, making Nien yelp as her ragged breaths occur more often. She’s possibly yearning for your full control at this moment because she trusts you, and even with the ache of your hands delivering towards her ass, she begs for more. “God—fuck, b-babe—right there, right there…”

“Easy.” You soothe her nerves, calming her shaking knees as her sensitivity is off the roof considering how horny you got her and the depravity of sex for days you can’t possibly count. “Want me to fuck you now?”

She nods when she meets your face, inches away from her as you slope your body towards her, leaning forward and initiating a hot kiss from the lips which she reciprocates without a millisecond to waste. She grinds her butt onto your clothed erection, frustratingly shackled by your own discipline.

Fourth strike. Fifth strike. Sixth strike. God, her moans muffled by your own ravenous advances of kisses just makes your leak on your boxers, the vibrations on your mouth a gentle reminder of how great she’s been feeling.

The resonating sounds of your strikes might as well live inside the walls of the living room.

This is maybe a comeuppance of some sorts, but you know, the ambiguity of punishment gratifies her and she’s a whore for that.

When those hot seconds pass on, you pull out of her lips’ embrace and handle those curvaceous hips of hers with that hint of tease with your pinch of the other cheek, letting her know how much you love toying on such perfected craft by the gods themselves.

“Can’t always resist your kisses—god, fuck, this is so good.”