Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Damn she felt amazing. Feeling her muscles tighten and the way her body jolted a little . . . his efforts were soon rewarded with a taste. A flood of her orgasm, pouring into his mouth where he drank in her taste, quenching a thirst for her that he hadn't even been aware he had. His tongue continued to stroke her, caress her, practically clean her off as he glided it along her inner walls and then the skin of her inner thigh, moist with the liquid proof of her enjoyment. The way she said his name made his heart beat a little harder in his chest. A tone he had never heard her use before; and one he damn well wanted to hear her use again. Taking in a deep breath, he finally pulled his mouth away from her center, dragging his lips over her body, her stomach, her chest, up the front of her neck until his head was aligned with hers once more.

His lips hovered over hers for a few brief seconds before closing the distance, deeply kissing her, allowing her to taste herself on his still moist lips. His hand fell down to her leg, rubbing along her bare thigh just to touch her in every possible way, memorizing the feel of her soft skin and form of her well toned body. Easing out of the kiss he spoke against her lips. "Did I tire you out already?" He asked her, a clear playful tease in his words as he lightly nipped her lip, before kissing along her cheek. He may not have found his own release yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't wait for her to just simply bask in the euphoric aftermath. Besides, he quite liked seeing the expression on her face. Seeing that ecstatic glow that followed her orgasm. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Her eyes stayed shut as she felt him finally move his lips from her centre and begin to move up her body. She hummed at the feeling, her skin still feeling sensitive from her peak. The wetness of his lips was obvious as they pressed against the skin on different parts of her body. "You're amazing," she breathed, a small breathless laugh leaving her lips with the words from the euphoria she felt. It was nothing but the best feeling in the world. Perfect. When his lips pressed against hers, she moaned at the taste of herself on his lips and put her energy in returning the kiss. It was almost difficult for her to let him pull away from the kiss. Kissing him in the blissful aftermath was really great but she still had his hand on her thigh and that soft touch of his hand. He was still touching her in some way. It was his words that had her decide to open her eyes. She met his eyes as he nipped at her lips, her eyelids feeling heavy. He looked so much hotter after what he had done and while she did feel tired, she was not done. She wanted to feel that again. And then again, if she could. She wanted to pleasure him, too. But she didn't answer right away, instead letting herself enjoy the feeling of his lips against her cheek and waited until she felt the fog clear some more. "No," she told him, turning her head to meet his lips again in a kiss. He still tasted amazing, he still tasted like her. She pulled away from him again, enough that she could clearly meet his eyes. Her own eyes glittered and she grinned as she spoke. "Are you feeling tired?" she teased. She brought her voice lower as she spoke again. "Because you will be."  As she pressed her hands against his arms, using her body to turn him onto his back so their positions were switched, she felt a little nervous. What she wanted to do was something she hadn't done before, but she wanted to leave him in as much bliss as he had left her in. Straddling his waist, she left herself enjoy the view of him beneath her before she leaned down to kiss his lips again. She put more fever and passion into the kiss than she had before as her hands moved along the muscles of his chest. He was so well toned and she wanted to memorise every curve and edge. Her lips moved down to his neck and she sucked at the skin with intention of leaving a mark. It was true that his tasted perfect. As her hands continued on his chest she pinched his nipple lightly. Her nerves faded slightly as she let herself get lost in the taste of his skin and the feeling on him below her. She lifted her lower body, moving to position herself between his legs. As her lips moved down his chest, she paused to lightly take his neglected nipple between her teeth before continuing. When her lips made it to his lower stomach, she lifted her head up to appreciate the sight of him. From the angle she was at, seeing him was so much more arousing than she expected it to be. She could feel heat regrowing between her legs. He was a perfect sight. "You're beautiful," she told him before wondering for a moment if that was a weird thing to say. Did it even matter if it was? She glanced down at his length before looking back up at his face. Part of her wanted some sort of encouragement. She wasn't even sure if she could give Bellamy anything like what he had given her. Bellamy Blake || Harper is an idiot. I swear I say this about her at least once a day.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Amazing. Bellamy was unused to hearing praise that he could ever accept. Though he wasn't about to put a damper on the mood. The fact that she thought so, the fact that he was able to engage in this kind of physical intimacy with her . . . well, he was relieved for it. That she found it to be enjoyable, pleasurable. That he was fulfilling his roles as a sexual partner. After all, he had been the one who had suggested it. It would be utterly unacceptable if he left her, unsatisfied. So this at least indicated that it was not the case. Her next words brought a smirk to his features when she teased him about feeling tired, and then playfully remarked that he would be.

"You trying to train me now?" He asked her with the same playful tone. "Give me a workout?" Since he had been the one training her and pushing her physical limits. Only this time, it was an entirely different kind of physical workout. When her hands went to his arms and they flipped positions, Bellamy held no protest in this. He turned over, on his back and immediately enjoyed the view of having Harper on top of him.

His eyes started from her face, slowly lingering over her flawless body, his tongue running over his lips, gaze glossed over with the desire and need to touch her again. Praise her with his hands and mouth. They seemed to be of a similar mind, for she began to kiss him, her hands moving over his chest. He breathed into the kiss, indication that her touch was sending so many things coursing through him, leaving a trail of warmth that went right to his already aching core. Something that only intensified when her lips moved down his neck, sucking it.

Bellamy's hand went to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her golden locks, the grip slightly tightening when she pinched his nipple. The gesture causing him to sharply gasp, the pleasure of the action making his cock even harder. And she didn't even seem to be done. He groaned with intense pleasure when she began to suck his nipple, his hand roaming down to her behind to give it a squeeze from where he could reach in this angle. "You feel incredible," he breathed in full encouragement of what she was doing. His breathing hitched, chest heaving in anticipation when she moved lower . . . and he knew what she was doing. His member already hard and ready for her, his eyes following her every move so intently. She said he was beautiful, and while he may disagree, the compliment caused him to smile.

"Not as much as you," he playfully retorted. He found himself perfectly content with just lying here, allowing her to take control, to move over him, to react and let her control the pacing of their actions. But then he noticed her pause, hovering near his severely hardened length. Her breath so close to it, thickening his arousal even more as if that was even possible. The thought of her lips around him was delving him into the strong need of it. But . . . that didn't exactly trump her own comfort. He swallowed, trying to maintain his composure. He sat up a little, propping himself up on one elbow while the other hand went to her head, gently brushing back a few stray locks of her hair from her cheek. "You don't have to if you don't want to," he told her in a low voice, deeper than usual due to all that she had made him feel.

The incredibly wonderful trail of touches with her hands and lips she had left over his body. He didn't want her to feel, obligated to reciprocate his own actions. "But if you do . . . " Not because he felt like he needed it, but because he wanted her to feel confident in herself. "Well, let's just say that from what I've akready seen and felt, you've got a pretty damn talented mouth." Reference to her kisses and sucking of his skin. It was a way to ease any of the uncertainty that she had, whether it was effective or not, had yet to be determined. The main thing was that she was at ease with whatever she decided . . . and that she enjoyed herself in the process. That was after all, what this entire thing was all about.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Encouragement was exactly what Harper was getting from Bellamy. Everything that his body did, from the words and noises that came from his mouth to the way his hand tangled in her hair and squeezed her ass. The slow trip from Bellamy's mouth to his length filled with all the encouragement she could have hoped for, telling her that what she was doing was right, was pleasurable. Harper loved every bit of it, the groans were like music, the words making her want to smile while the tone in his voice, the way it hinted of his arousal just managed to build the heat in her own core. He really was beautiful, perfect, in the way he gave and he took. She wanted nothing more than to pleasure him then. The encouragement continued when Harper found herself hesitating, her mouth hovered near his length but her eyes on his face instead. She watched him as he propped himself up onto his elbows, obviously noticing the pause that she gave. Harper let her eyes shut for a moment while he brushed some hair from her face, surprised by how much comfort she found from the small gesture. When she opened her eyes to Bellamy speaking she smiled at his tone, low and soaked in arousal. Harper's heart sped up, the thought of her having caused it when she hadn't even touched what he obviously would want her to touch. Still, Bellamy was kind in his words, encouraging her while giving her an out if she needed it. A flash of confusion would have showed on Harper's face, genuinely not expecting that from Bellamy. The amount of control he must have been holding to tell her that and the amount of respect it showed. Harper knew Bellamy as someone encouraging, as someone strict but she had always seen the way he was kind too. It was different in this situation though and while he was giving her that out, it made her more determined and less nervous about what she wanted to do. Her hesitation would have made it obvious that she wasn't experienced. Bellamy really didn't seem to hold any problems with that, telling her that she seemed to have a talented mouth. "Maybe I should put that observation to the test," Harper said, the words coming out with more confidence than she expected. One of her hands moved to squeeze his hand at her hair, almost as a thanks as she smiled at Bellamy. She gave herself another moment just to enjoy the sight of him. Keeping her eyes locked on Bellamy's, Harper leaned down and swirled her tongue around his tip. She paused for a short moment as she watched his reaction before repeating the action. Her hands went to rest on Bellamy's thighs as she took his tip into her mouth and slowly took his length into her mouth. She kept her eyes on Bellamy's face. Bellamy Blake  || Gosh, this feels like shit.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched Harper, soft intent in his gaze, glossed over with desire. A softer expression than what he wore outside the tent. A look reserved to his sexual partners. Things were different when exploring physical intimacy with someone. Just because there was no attachment, didn't mean he had to act like an asshole with them. It was one thing he couldn't do, and one thing he refused to do. So he was already prepared for the possibility that the anticipation building within him, may be unfulfilled. And he would not hold it against Harper. Not in the slightest.

He would just strive to make this entire thing between them more pleasurable for her. But her words pulled him back into the realm of this being a possibility. The soft intent, replaced with a bit of a smirk at her tease. He loved hearing her confidence, finding it to be sexy, the aura of strength continuing to radiate out of her in this way. He gave her a reassuring smile as she squeezed his hand, but the moment her tongue swirled around him, the smile faded. Replaced with the intense pleasure of her tongue on him. He took in a deep breath, somewhat sharply, his head tilting back at bit, though was still propped up on one of his arms. His hand already on her head, grazed to the back of it in encouragement.

"Feels good," he breathed. Now assuming that this was indeed her first time, he wanted to give her vocal encouragement as well as non verbal ones . . . inclusive of however his body involuntarily reacted to her touch. When she swirled her tongue on him again, the ache in his cock intensified, hard from the moist muscle in her mouth. "So good," he breathed out again, wanting to watch her. The sight of her doing this thickening his arousal . . . if that was even possible at this point. But the moment she slowly took him fully into his mouth, he could no longer keep his body up. He cursed under his breath, indication of how good it felt for his length to be engfuled between her lips.

His hand slightly gripped her head tighter, forcing it not to control the pace. Just as he was forcing his hips not to buck upwards and instinctively thrust inside her mouth. He wanted her to have full control, to keep the pace that she was comfortable with. So he wasn't fully letting go, still conscious of what would make this easier and more comfortable for her.

His head however did fall against his bedding once more, his other hand joining the one already on her head, both hands now on the back of her head while his fingers tangled in her hair. He groaned in the utmost pleasure of this, wanting her to feel encouraged, confident . . . emboldened. "Who knew you were such a natural," he said in a voice deeper than his usual tone, due to the sensation and desperate need for relief. Apparently only granted by her mouth right now.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper's heart beat loudly in her chest, thudding against her ribs like it wanted to escape. It was partly from the nerves she felt, the worry that she wouldn't be able to pleasure Bellamy well enough due to her inexperience. Another part of it was seeing his face change and seeing his reaction to the simple movement of her tongue on his cock. The smile that he had held faded so quickly with the first swirl of her tongue and that was what really sent her heart to beat faster, for a smirk to slide onto her own features as she repeated the action. It wasn't just Bellamy's face she was getting to enjoy either. He gave her words of encouragement with his arousal thickened voice. His hand also moved into her hair and the touch managed to send a shiver down her own spine. When her lips lowered down onto his length, Bellamy's head lowered as well. The nerves she felt faded more with his reactions. She groaned at the feeling of him in her mouth, at the groan that Bellamy made. She wondered for a small moment what that would feel like to Bellamy and all she could hope was that it felt good. Instead of letting herself overthink what she was doing, she focused on moving her mouth slowly up and down Bellamy's cock and watching for his reactions. While she was doing this for his pleasure, she wanted to enjoy it too, and she was. It was hard not to enjoy this when Bellamy was reacting as so. A natural, that's what Bellamy said she was. It was difficult for her to believe he was saying something truthful there but the tone in his voice made it sound more believable then it otherwise would have. She moved a hand onto the bottom of his length where her mouth didn't reach, moving it with her lips as she started to speed up her movements. Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was struggling to keep his breathing even. The intensity of the pleasure getting to be too much. He was fighting the urge to shift his hips upward, not wanting to thrust into her mouth, even slightly. Whether she had done this before or not, he wanted her to move at her own pace. Taking in as much of him as she was comfortable doing so. Instead, he just gripped her hair a little tighter, ensuring that he wasn't hurting her. Having to be mindful of his strength during uncontrolled moments. He swallowed, his chest heaving up and down, his tongue running over his lips, conflicted as to whether to keep his eyes open or closed.

When he opened them, he saw her beautiful eyes on him, as he offered a look of softness, glazed over with desire and enjoyment. It was perhaps the only time, he could let his expression be so unguarded; during moments of intimacy like this one. "Oh yeah," he moaned, each swirl of her tongue, only delving him further and further toward the edge of pure bliss. Of ecstasy. The groan from her mouth causing a vibration that made Bellamy arch his back a little, deepening him into her mouth through trying to remain at her comfortable capacity.

When she sped up, he let out a breathy curse, biting his lower lip for a moment before opening his eyes once more to look at her. "I'm close," he warned. Should she wish to withdraw before he came into her mouth; should she wish not to swallow his release. He wanted to give her that warning. "So, good," he added on, another strained sound of need . . . of pleasure. Before it completely erupted and with a jerk of his cock, he came, flooding his release as it poured out of him, prompting another groan of sheer pleasure, this time, as he felt the waves of euphoric bliss wash over him . . . drowning him, in the best way possible.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper could hear Bellamy's breathing getting heavier, could feel the way that his grip in her hair was getting tighter. It was just as exciting for her as it was for him, knowing just how much of an effect her mouth and her tongue was having on him. She kept working her mouth, picking up speed as she went, listening as much as she could into the reactions he was giving her, wanting to bring him over the edge, into the bliss that he had brought her into. When Bellamy opened his eyes, Harper loved the expression that she saw on his face. Soft and unguarded, something so different from what she was used to seeing of him when they trained and when he led. As it mixed with the expressions desire and pleasure it only looked more and more perfect to Harper, feeding into her own desire. Both to pleasure him and into her still growing need to get more from him as well.  The arch of Bellamy's back, the way it pushed him more inside of her mouth, caught her slightly off guard but she did her best to not let it stop her. It told her that the groan must have felt good, which just gave Harper more that she could do for him. Still bobbing her head over Bellamy's member, she tried to use her tongue more as well, pressing it against the base of his cock and swirling it over the head. She could taste his pre-come and it caused another groan to come from her, this time hoping to be ready for any reactions Bellamy would give from that. When he gave a verbal warning to tell her he was close, his eyes on hers as he did that, Harper decided to keep going rather than finish him off with her hands. She held more confidence than she had when she begun and she wanted to finish him off the best she could. Harper put all she could into it, bobbing her head, using her tongue and it wasn't long after is warning that he finished, coming into her mouth. She swallowed the liquid, enjoying the amazing taste of his release and holding no regrets at deciding to do so. Removing her lips from his member, Harper brought her tongue up the underside of it and over the slit, cleaning it off before she moved her attentions elsewhere. Her eyes went back to Bellamy's face, taking in the expression on his face. Her body started to moved back up in line with his, letting her lips trail along Bellamy's skin as she did before she met his lips in a kiss. As she eased out of the kiss, she spoke against his lips. "Was that good?" she asked, a slight tease to her voice although she honestly wanted to be sure that it had been. Bellamy Blake