A Good Someone

Challenge offered! "Make a sound and it's game over"

NSFW PROMPT LIST #1

alright B) for who…for whooo….oh right I found who..u got me on ‘game over’

“Make a sound and it’s game over”

Aric slowly sucked a sharp breath and heard himself make an odd little sound at the unlikeliness of the sentence coming from Emija of all people - she wasn’t exactly a forward woman when it came to this no matter how much he tried to encourage her - and tried to get up on his elbows only to be pushed back straight ahead, with a force unlikely to come from such a slender figure. 

‘Nope.’

‘Nope? ’

She hummed in agreement, dragging herself on him in the most agonising pace; rubbing her slick naked skin against him intentionally, feeling him shiver and then start trembling with a barely contained willpower until she sat on his chest; hands pressing harshly against the fur on his shoulders. He gripped her thighs, a bit harsher then he intended to and caught her gaze; and the look in her eyes? More mischevious than ever he had seen; a look that was alone enough to excite him enough that he had to remove his hands from her body before he felt his claws go out; now safely away and digging at the mattress. 

She gave him a small, private smile first one he couldn’t help but return and then put her hands on his; so smooth and small compared to him; she squeezed his fingers reassuringly and slowly stroked his arms up to his shoulders again and to his chest; near between her legs; where his heart thumped like it was going to leap out of his chest.

‘Okay.’ he managed to choke out; ‘I’m all yours.’

Emija leaned in at that, bending to get in close to his face; a curtain of black hair falling around them; she touched her lips to his ear and at that moment he only hoped she wouldn’t be appalled at the low constant purring that seemed to be everywhere, it was certainly the only thing he could feel, and the warm sound of breathing near his head, and her scent…

His claws dug in a little deeper;

‘I want to try something.’ she whispered. ‘Like I said - keep quiet.’

Then before he could say anything; she suddenly jumped to the foot of the bed, making him feel bereft and cold for a very, very long moment before he felt her cool, soft lips on his thigh. He immediately raised one of his hands off of the mattress to clamp it on his mouth and she gently stroked his stomach now quivering with anticipation; almost as if to soothe him, always so considerate.

Her soft black head between his legs the last thing he saw before he gave in and leaned back further, letting his head fall back to the pillow; her hand coming up to hold his, the one still digging holes in the sheet; he concentrated on that, already planning how he’d settle it later.

Much later if he could help it.