Rich & Rare| A Filth Odyssey|Episode 3: The Run Pt. 2

As Rex’s hot roaming tongue lapped against her opening, the muscles in her neck relaxed and she forgot all about the window, the ocean view, the Bobs, the Karens, the Katies, the Franks. Fuck them all. Her eyes opened again and her focus fell on the industrial-style light fixture on the ceiling. Rex paused his curling tongue for a moment to press two fingers inside. He slid his index and middle finger in about an inch and a half before gently and gradually pushing down. He released the pressure and Romy’s soft pleading moan gave him the confirmation to continue the rhythmic motion. He grinned and slid a palm up Romy’s exposed torso, lifting the hem of the elastic top to twist her nipple. Her hips bucked against him and he took the opportunity to slide his fingers in even further.

Romy’s moan split in half, becoming a ragged gasp at the sudden progression of pleasure. She caught her breath and opened her eyes, forgetting she had shut them again shortly after Rex had begun his play. The overhead light was still a stinging yellow, yet oddly soothing. Rex returned to her inner labia with his tongue, she sighed in agony, removing her bra top and flinging it behind her. The sudden urge to be free, spread, and fully seen consumed her. She let her hands settle into his hair which was becoming increasingly damp with sweat. His face was so far in that the hard spiky stubble along his jaw prickled the soft skin of her inner thighs and ass.

One of Rex’s favorite things to do was to play with Romy like this. He hadn’t necessarily planned on doing it this morning, but seeing her in the tiny shorts and those adorable little pink socks sent him over. With a self-satisfied grin, he looked down at Romy as she squirmed under his touch. She’d gotten so worked up in the middle of it that she pulled off her own top before he could get the chance to do it himself.

His hand was curled against her with both fingers still deep inside, the space surrounding his ring finger becoming wet, warm and sticky. He could keep this up indefinitely, stopping long enough to hear her whimper at each break. One time he dragged the play out so long that she cried from the overwhelm. He decided he would continue to think it over with his tongue teasing inside of her. Before he settled back between her legs, he glanced over his shoulder.

Still no one outside, not even a bird. Just the stillness of the grey morning water and the sand beginning to heat up underneath the sun.

He craned his neck down, tugging on the toe of her right foot. He slid the pink sock down about halfway, placing a few gentle kisses alongside her perfect arches.

His tongue pushed and pressed against her tight walls. He spent extra time making sure he drew a straight line all the way to her clit in slow deliberate motion. Each time he completed the circuit, Romy’s moan would be punctuated with a gasp. She made a whimpering sound that sounded as though she was close to tears. He paused to look up and check her expression, her eyes met his and she lucidly mouthed,

Please don’t stop.

Something shifted in Rex. He stood upright and pulled off his shirt. Romy hadn’t registered him dropping his pants and briefs because she had let her head relax again, closing her eyes and waiting for him to continue eating. Her breath caught in surprise as she felt her body being pulled forward, his warm hands gripping her by the hips. She felt the table underneath her shift as Rex lined his body up with hers, angling his cock just at her opening. Her heels were just tapping his back and he drew his fingernails up and down her outer thighs, pressing in just enough for her to make another delightful sound. Romy waited for the rest of Rex, but...nothing. Her eyes fluttered open and she licked her lips to speak when he beat her to it.

“Romy-baby, look at me.” Rex groaned, poised between her. His eyes were half-lidded, a hand brushing fingertips up and down her smooth leg. She obliged, wanting to ask why he had paused, but knowing that look he gave her meant she was in for some questioning. She remained silent and waited.

“Do you want this?” he pressed into her a centimeter. A moan escaped from Romy before Rex repeated the question in a stern voice.

“Yes!” she half-whispered, half-shouted.

“Tell me you want it.” He pressed again, and Romy felt herself beginning to stretch.

“I want it.” she managed to get out weakly. “Rex, please.”

“What, baby?”

“Someone will see us. Please give it to me”

Instead of answering right away, Rex pressed another two inches inside her. Slowly so as not to hurt her, but he pulled her onto him willfully with those strong hands on her hips, thumbs pressing hard and deep. Romy could only breathe as he filled her gradually. He kept his eyes on hers as she struggled to remain focused underneath him.

“I don’t care if they see us,” he said lazily. “I don’t think you do either, you’re just being polite.” He pressed the rest of his length inside on "polite" and Romy settled her gaze on his, content in adjusting around his thick cock. They shared a soft smile before he pulled out just enough to pump back in, tapping her cervix. The table rocked gently as he settled into a consistent rhythm.

As Rex thudded against her, Romy welcomed each new pleasurable wave that washed over her. She was beyond moaning at this point, in fact the both of them had regulated their energy to breathing and being present in the moment. There was a happy interval in between settling into the reality of intercourse and actual orgasm--they remained in that valley before Romy started to feel something new take over her body. She couldn’t stand to make eye contact any longer as it was too overwhelming. The last thing she had seen was Rex’s face contorted in focus, determination and power as he took her so willingly right down the middle. She breathed deeply, eyes rolling shut. Almost there.

Four, distinct loud knocks nearly cracked the glass of the window, knocking Rex into some semblance of reality. He carefully paused his thrusting to lift Romy into his arms, never severing the connection and carrying her off to the bedroom.

“I told you, bison.” Romy half moaned, holding onto his shoulders as he steered them towards the bed.