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Amaury Nolascoamaury and Jewel Staite jewel_staite. A night at Citadel LA.
5 October 2006, crossposted
Jewel glances around their room for the night, glad that they had decided on keeping one. She puts her bag down as Amaury moves into the room and smiles at him. Her hands tuck into her pockets and she slips her shoes off before returning to his side. "I'm so excited about tonight. I can't wait to just be under you this way...for everyone to see."
"Mmm..." Amaury says, sliding a hand behind Jewel's neck and kissing her lightly. "Should be a fun night. I'm looking forward to it."
She flushes lightly and arches her head back to press into his kiss. "Are you? You want this too?" Though he had proposed the night, Jewel sometimes worries that he does things for her...not for him or because he wants them. She asks so much of him and he just gives it all.
"Yes, I do," Amaury assures Jewel, knowing that the public displays may be more her thing than his, he does still enjoy them and hell...look how they had met. He's not about to forget that or stop paying tribute to it. The thought makes him chuckle. "Get undressed," he instructs, kissing Jewel's forehead.
Her eyes sweep shut as he kisses her forehead and she breathes him in deep before replying, "Yes, Sir." Jewel moves back slowly, her hips swaying slightly as she starts to tug her shirt over her head. Folding it quickly and tossing it on a nearby surface, her hands drop to her shorts and she peels them off. As quick as that she is naked for Amaury and her entire body is vibrating in anticipation.
Shrugging off his jacket, Amaury is dressed in a pair of soft, khaki colored cotton slacks and a thin white button down shirt with a few buttons undone, sandals on his feet. He takes a moment to just admire Jewel's form before going over to the bag he had brought in and unzipping it. "Come," he says, crooking a finger.
Moving her way to his side, Jewel breathes out slowly, trying to contain her excitement, to regulate her reactions. Once close enough, she stops, hands behind her back as she waits. Patience was never her strong suit and the work she did with Nathan having faded out a bit over the years.
Chuckling softly at his quivering, impatient girl, Amaury pulls out a collar. "Tonight, I want you leashed," he comments, stroking a hand down her side, nails dragging down her side.
"Yes, please, Sir." Her mind is already under, his manner and the first sight of the collar sending her pitching headlong down that corridor. Almost instantly, she stills, poised and ready for him to do with her as he pleases or to order her about. The change is noticeable as she sucks in a breath from the nails on her skin.
Amaury slides the delicate collar around Jewel's throat and buckles it on, fingers stroking over her collarbone. "Beautiful," he murmurs, then picks up the equally delicate leash so he could snap it on.
Blushing, Jewel's body shivers as the collar clasps shut. It feels good, right and so intoxicating, though her mind doesn't think these things...it just is. He throat arches when he touches the collarbone and she wants to press into him, but holds her place with a sigh.
"One last thing before we go out," Amaury states, smiling. "On the bed, spread your legs." Retrieving something from the bag, he shows Jewel the clit clamp with a bell attached.
The shivers start again, her body trembling as she moves, already throbbing and wet, but even more so with the sight of the clamp. Turning, Jewel sits on the edge of the bed, reclines back on her elbows and spreads her thighs wide open...muscles stretching until they protest the abuse.
Kneeling before her, Amaury's fingers tease across Jewel's clit, then dip inside her wet heat. With deft fingers, he gently attaches the clamp, head dipping to lick across the sensitive flesh as he flicks the bell, making it jingle lightly.
"Oh!" Breath fluttering as he teases her, Jewel flushes bright red when the bell between her legs jingles softly. She's never worn anything remotely like that before and the fact that everyone will be able to see, will hear it when she moves causes a flash of embarrassed desire to skitter up her spine.
"Perfect...almost..." Amaury responds. "Stay." He reaches for his bag, pulling out a set of matching nipple clamps. "Let's get these on, and then we'll go out."
Groaning low, Jewel feels her pussy clench...sending the bell jingling... at the sight of the nipple clamps. They match the other bell clamp and he face flames hotter. "God...Sir." The honorific floats out on a whisper as she looks up through her lowered lashes and arches her back to thrust her breasts in his direction.
It takes every bit of self control Amaury has not to fuck Jewel right then and there, open and on display and desperate for him. Not yet, he reminds himself...tonight is a night for exhibition. He affixes the nipple clamps, tugging lightly on them. Stepping back, he takes up the leash, giving it a gentle tug. "Ready beautiful girl?"
Crying out as he tugs on her nipples, Jewel's head falls back between her shoulders until he tugs on her leash. "Yes, Sir...so ready." She pushes herself upright and rolls to her feet, hands clasped behind her back and body presented as she stands ready.
"Beautiful," Amaury repeats, the leash wrapped around his hand. "Come..." moving towards the door, he trusts Jewel to follow without tugging.
She moves into position behind him, following so that he leash has a good deal of slack, but no so close as to crowd him. As she walks, the bells jingle softly and her face flames with awareness and a faint tinge of embarrassment.
The sound of the bells makes Amaury's cock jump as they move towards the main club in Citadel, the dimmer light and the thrumming music making him want to move. "Dance for me," he states, leading Jewel towards the dance floor.
Moving out as far as the leash will allow, Jewel focuses only on him...her lover, her Sir and moves with the grace she learned from dancing with Summer. Body undulating to the beat of the music, her eyes drop closed as her hearing focuses in on the sounds of those bells. They jingle when she breathes, so her movements have them ringing out their own sweet tune.
Amaury moves a bit, but mostly contents himself to watching Jewel as she dances, the way the curves of her body move perfectly, all sex, all woman. "Fuck..." he murmurs, reaching out to stroke his fingers along one of her breasts, flicking at her nipple.
Jewel arches into his hand as Amaury touches her. She'd have to be blind not to notice the effect she is having on him and it whisks away any residual embarrassment she might have felt. There are other boys and girls on leashes, in chains and various states of dress or undress as it were. Gasping as the clamp tugs on her hardened nipple, her body moves even closer to Amaury.
Finally, Amaury is in need of a drink--and a moment to sit down and just touch Jewel in the most naughty of ways. Tugging the girl close, he kisses her hungrily. "Get us a drink, yeah baby?" he purrs into her ear. "Then meet me at the couch over there."
"What would you like, Sir? Water, juice?" Jewel falls back with a gasp as he finishes kissing her. She knows better than to think he'll be drinking, not with her at his whim.
"Cranberry," Amaury responds, kissing Jewel's nose.
She giggles and leans in close. "I'll be right back, then, Sir." Moving off, the leash draped over her arm, she winds her way through the crowd and orders a cranberry juice for Amaury and bottled water for herself. Taking a deep breath, Jewel makes her way back to him, body responding as she sees him reclining on the couch he indicated. She drops to her knees as she offers up the drinks and then hands back the end of the leash.
Curling the leash around his hand, Amaury sips from his juice for a moment, paying no attention to Jewel and watching the room. He wants to see her quiver, trembling with anticipation.
Jewel gives him just what he wants, though she is unaware of doing so. Her body trembles slightly as the air of people moving by skates over his skin. It's not cold, but she shivers nonetheless. All of her attention is centered on him, though her eyes are lowered respectfully.
Drinking in her reactions, Amaury finally speaks, tugging lightly on the leash. "Come up here, next to me," he instructs, waiting for Jewel to comply, knowing she will without question.
"Yes, Sir." Standing, she moves to the couch, settling on the edge with a gasp as the seat presses on the clit clamp and moves it about. "Oh!" Jewel purrs softly and opens her legs a bit wider to accommodate it.
Chuckling, Amaury shifts on the couch, a bit more towards Jewel, sliding a hand down her quivering stomach and stopping between her legs, toying with the clamp for a moment.
Her legs spread wider, giving him plenty of room and she arches her hips up as well. Jewel watches his hand, watches the way it teases at her. Crying out softly as the sensations slam into her mind in conjunction with the sight and Jewel lifts her eyes to his.
"Beautiful..." Amaury states, fingers sliding along Jewel's wet heat and into her body. "Can you come like this, hmm? With just my hand on you...for everyone to see what I do to you?" He lets his thumb brush hard over the clamp.
Jewel trembles under his attention, his words and nod for him. "I can Sir...so close already." Her nerves are already tingling and when he presses the clamp hard against her, Jewel's body jerks in response and she cries out again. "You make me so wanton, Sir...anything you want of me."
Amaury's fingers delve deeper into Jewel, thumb still manipulating the clamp, knowing she wants permission to come, but not quite ready to give it yet. He leans in, mouth closing on one of her nipples, worrying it with his teeth before biting down hard.
Her back arches, pressing her breast and abused nipple into his mouth. Jewel's body writhes against his hands, her eyes purposefully opening to look out over the crowd and see who is watching. A blush suffuses her body as she watches the people gathered about and watching her...watching Amaury play with her.
"Do you want to come?" Amaury asks, tongue darting out to soothe where he had bitten as his fingers twist lightly, his thumb drags at the clamp. "Do you need to come?"
"Yes, Sir...oh, God, please let me come." Her breath gasps out at the tender touches of his tongue. It's soothing, yes, but also torment as he teases her clit. "Please."
Adding another finger, Amaury finally murmurs, "Come," then claims her lips in a heated kiss as he continues to thrust his fingers inside.
Jewel comes apart in his arms, cries buried in Amaury's mouth as he kisses her breathless. Her eyes close as she goes rigid against him and then collapses into his side, panting softly. "Thank you, Sir."
"I'm not done with you yet," Amaury responds with a mischievous glint in his eye as he continues to stimulate Jewel's body.
"Oh, God." She breathes out the words, her body twitching as her nerves are stimulated again. Jewel's still spread wide open, people watching him torment her with his talented fingers and wicked mind. "Love you, Sir."
"Love you too..." Amaury presses a kiss to her neck, then worries the flesh with his teeth, intent on marking her even as he attempts to drive her towards another climax.
She groans at the biting, her hips pressing into his fingers as her body responds to the teasing. Panting softly, Jewel's eyelids flutter and her fingers seek purchase on the couch as she presses into him, body trembling and bells jingling.
"Come on," Amaury coaxes. "You know what I want..." His voice is low, seductive as his thumb presses hard against the clamp.
His voice washes over her, combines with the touch of his fingers on her body and Jewel is coming again. Trembling against him, she cries out and digs her fingers into the couch as she thrusts her hips against him and presses into the finger toying with her clit clamp. He's so good at pulling everything out of her as much as he wants.
Amaury still doesn't let up, wants to keep her on edge and tightly strung with pleasure. Claiming her lips again, he finally breaks so they can breath. "Rise," he finally commands.
Jewel's entire body is still trembling, legs weak from the orgasms and sexual arousal, but she pushes herself to her feet as instructed. With effort, she tucks her hands at the base of her back and keeps her thighs spread wide for him.
Slowly, Amaury unzips his trousers, pulling out his cock--which is hard and leaking. Retrieving a condom, he slowly slides it on...eyes never leaving Jewel's trembling body. "Climb on," he says, voice husky.
Leaning over him, she braces her hands on the back of the couch and straddles his lap, one leg on either side of his. Jewel kneels up straight, reaches back to hold him in one hand as she presses herself down on his length and swallows him down with a sigh.
"That's it," Amaury encourages, groaning as the wet heat settles around him, hips thrusting up into his girl. His hands settle on her slender hips, holding her in place for a few long moments.
Moaning as he presses in and out of her, Jewel uses her thighs for balance, her arms clasped loosely behind her, back arched so that her breasts are presented to him.
Leaning forward a bit, Amaury's hips snap up as his teeth nip at one of her abused nipples, nails digging into her hips as he guides her body on his.
Jewel rolls on his lap, her hips working as he guides her the way he likes. She cries out when he bites her again, her nipples highly sensitive and her entire body quivering.
Murmuring words of encouragement in Spanish, Amaury fucks Jewel, thrusting up hard into her willing body. He leans back, though one hand moves to continue to tease and taunt her, nails dragging over her sensitive nipples.
She continues to ride him, her hips moving in time with his and grinding down to rub her clit against his pelvic bone. "So good, Sir...God, please." Arching back, she rests her hands on his knees for balance.
"You want to come?" Amaury asks, shifting and snapping his hips up at a different angle, groaning himself at the feeling of it.
"Please, Sir." She never thought she would be able to come so many times in such a short span of time. Jewel writhes on his lap, working herself on him in the hopes that she'll give him half the pleasure he's given her so far.
"Now," Amaury murmurs. "Come now." He thrusts up hard.
Tumbling over the edge at his command, Jewel's head falls back, her hair sweeps across her hips and she clenches tight around him. "Sir...thank you." She trembles still, her hands on his knees, body bowed back for him.
Amaury isn't far behind her as he comes with a shout, dragging Jewel back close to kiss her breathlessly.
Jewel falls into him, her hands coming to his shoulders as he takes her mouth in a heated kiss. Her body still trembles against his, every bit of her hyper-aware of him as she slowly becomes aware of the room around them again.
Kissing Jewel slowly, Amaury finally parts ...reluctantly realizing he'll need to move the girl so he can take care of practical things. "Up baby," he murmurs, patting her ass with a smile.
She wriggles her ass into his hand for the barest of moments before climbing to her feet and standing, arms behind her back and head lowered respectfully. "Yes, Sir."
"So beautiful," Amaury murmurs, taking the condom off and disposing of it. He reaches out, drawing Jewel close again. "Your choice, stay here or go back to the room. You've done very well."
Keeping her gaze lowered, she sinks into his embrace with a soft sigh. "Stay here, Sir...please." The idea of even just sitting at his feet as the rest of the club moves about has her shivering....she's owned by him.
"Here it is then..." He kisses Jewel deeply, stroking her body for a few moments. "Kneel at my feet," he says quietly.
Jewel folds to her knees slowly, thighs spreading wide and hands coming to rest sitting upward. She breathes slowly out, straightens her spine and drops her gaze. "Thank you, Sir."
"Thank you," Amaury responds, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Lean against my legs, you can relax and watch what's going around if you want."
Immediately responding to the offer, she shifts her legs together enough to lean over and rest against him. Amaury's nearness, his touch keep Jewel grounded as she watches the people and activities around them. Her mind is quiet, thoughts drifting on the edges as she just lets herself be.
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Amaury Nolasco
amaury and Jewel Staite jewel_staite. A night at Citadel LA.5 October 2006, crossposted
Jewel glances around their room for the night, glad that they had decided on keeping one. She puts her bag down as Amaury moves into the room and smiles at him. Her hands tuck into her pockets and she slips her shoes off before returning to his side. "I'm so excited about tonight. I can't wait to just be under you this way...for everyone to see."
"Mmm..." Amaury says, sliding a hand behind Jewel's neck and kissing her lightly. "Should be a fun night. I'm looking forward to it."
She flushes lightly and arches her head back to press into his kiss. "Are you? You want this too?" Though he had proposed the night, Jewel sometimes worries that he does things for her...not for him or because he wants them. She asks so much of him and he just gives it all.
"Yes, I do," Amaury assures Jewel, knowing that the public displays may be more her thing than his, he does still enjoy them and hell...look how they had met. He's not about to forget that or stop paying tribute to it. The thought makes him chuckle. "Get undressed," he instructs, kissing Jewel's forehead.
Her eyes sweep shut as he kisses her forehead and she breathes him in deep before replying, "Yes, Sir." Jewel moves back slowly, her hips swaying slightly as she starts to tug her shirt over her head. Folding it quickly and tossing it on a nearby surface, her hands drop to her shorts and she peels them off. As quick as that she is naked for Amaury and her entire body is vibrating in anticipation.
Shrugging off his jacket, Amaury is dressed in a pair of soft, khaki colored cotton slacks and a thin white button down shirt with a few buttons undone, sandals on his feet. He takes a moment to just admire Jewel's form before going over to the bag he had brought in and unzipping it. "Come," he says, crooking a finger.
Moving her way to his side, Jewel breathes out slowly, trying to contain her excitement, to regulate her reactions. Once close enough, she stops, hands behind her back as she waits. Patience was never her strong suit and the work she did with Nathan having faded out a bit over the years.
Chuckling softly at his quivering, impatient girl, Amaury pulls out a collar. "Tonight, I want you leashed," he comments, stroking a hand down her side, nails dragging down her side.
"Yes, please, Sir." Her mind is already under, his manner and the first sight of the collar sending her pitching headlong down that corridor. Almost instantly, she stills, poised and ready for him to do with her as he pleases or to order her about. The change is noticeable as she sucks in a breath from the nails on her skin.
Amaury slides the delicate collar around Jewel's throat and buckles it on, fingers stroking over her collarbone. "Beautiful," he murmurs, then picks up the equally delicate leash so he could snap it on.
Blushing, Jewel's body shivers as the collar clasps shut. It feels good, right and so intoxicating, though her mind doesn't think these things...it just is. He throat arches when he touches the collarbone and she wants to press into him, but holds her place with a sigh.
"One last thing before we go out," Amaury states, smiling. "On the bed, spread your legs." Retrieving something from the bag, he shows Jewel the clit clamp with a bell attached.
The shivers start again, her body trembling as she moves, already throbbing and wet, but even more so with the sight of the clamp. Turning, Jewel sits on the edge of the bed, reclines back on her elbows and spreads her thighs wide open...muscles stretching until they protest the abuse.
Kneeling before her, Amaury's fingers tease across Jewel's clit, then dip inside her wet heat. With deft fingers, he gently attaches the clamp, head dipping to lick across the sensitive flesh as he flicks the bell, making it jingle lightly.
"Oh!" Breath fluttering as he teases her, Jewel flushes bright red when the bell between her legs jingles softly. She's never worn anything remotely like that before and the fact that everyone will be able to see, will hear it when she moves causes a flash of embarrassed desire to skitter up her spine.
"Perfect...almost..." Amaury responds. "Stay." He reaches for his bag, pulling out a set of matching nipple clamps. "Let's get these on, and then we'll go out."
Groaning low, Jewel feels her pussy clench...sending the bell jingling... at the sight of the nipple clamps. They match the other bell clamp and he face flames hotter. "God...Sir." The honorific floats out on a whisper as she looks up through her lowered lashes and arches her back to thrust her breasts in his direction.
It takes every bit of self control Amaury has not to fuck Jewel right then and there, open and on display and desperate for him. Not yet, he reminds himself...tonight is a night for exhibition. He affixes the nipple clamps, tugging lightly on them. Stepping back, he takes up the leash, giving it a gentle tug. "Ready beautiful girl?"
Crying out as he tugs on her nipples, Jewel's head falls back between her shoulders until he tugs on her leash. "Yes, Sir...so ready." She pushes herself upright and rolls to her feet, hands clasped behind her back and body presented as she stands ready.
"Beautiful," Amaury repeats, the leash wrapped around his hand. "Come..." moving towards the door, he trusts Jewel to follow without tugging.
She moves into position behind him, following so that he leash has a good deal of slack, but no so close as to crowd him. As she walks, the bells jingle softly and her face flames with awareness and a faint tinge of embarrassment.
The sound of the bells makes Amaury's cock jump as they move towards the main club in Citadel, the dimmer light and the thrumming music making him want to move. "Dance for me," he states, leading Jewel towards the dance floor.
Moving out as far as the leash will allow, Jewel focuses only on him...her lover, her Sir and moves with the grace she learned from dancing with Summer. Body undulating to the beat of the music, her eyes drop closed as her hearing focuses in on the sounds of those bells. They jingle when she breathes, so her movements have them ringing out their own sweet tune.
Amaury moves a bit, but mostly contents himself to watching Jewel as she dances, the way the curves of her body move perfectly, all sex, all woman. "Fuck..." he murmurs, reaching out to stroke his fingers along one of her breasts, flicking at her nipple.
Jewel arches into his hand as Amaury touches her. She'd have to be blind not to notice the effect she is having on him and it whisks away any residual embarrassment she might have felt. There are other boys and girls on leashes, in chains and various states of dress or undress as it were. Gasping as the clamp tugs on her hardened nipple, her body moves even closer to Amaury.
Finally, Amaury is in need of a drink--and a moment to sit down and just touch Jewel in the most naughty of ways. Tugging the girl close, he kisses her hungrily. "Get us a drink, yeah baby?" he purrs into her ear. "Then meet me at the couch over there."
"What would you like, Sir? Water, juice?" Jewel falls back with a gasp as he finishes kissing her. She knows better than to think he'll be drinking, not with her at his whim.
"Cranberry," Amaury responds, kissing Jewel's nose.
She giggles and leans in close. "I'll be right back, then, Sir." Moving off, the leash draped over her arm, she winds her way through the crowd and orders a cranberry juice for Amaury and bottled water for herself. Taking a deep breath, Jewel makes her way back to him, body responding as she sees him reclining on the couch he indicated. She drops to her knees as she offers up the drinks and then hands back the end of the leash.
Curling the leash around his hand, Amaury sips from his juice for a moment, paying no attention to Jewel and watching the room. He wants to see her quiver, trembling with anticipation.
Jewel gives him just what he wants, though she is unaware of doing so. Her body trembles slightly as the air of people moving by skates over his skin. It's not cold, but she shivers nonetheless. All of her attention is centered on him, though her eyes are lowered respectfully.
Drinking in her reactions, Amaury finally speaks, tugging lightly on the leash. "Come up here, next to me," he instructs, waiting for Jewel to comply, knowing she will without question.
"Yes, Sir." Standing, she moves to the couch, settling on the edge with a gasp as the seat presses on the clit clamp and moves it about. "Oh!" Jewel purrs softly and opens her legs a bit wider to accommodate it.
Chuckling, Amaury shifts on the couch, a bit more towards Jewel, sliding a hand down her quivering stomach and stopping between her legs, toying with the clamp for a moment.
Her legs spread wider, giving him plenty of room and she arches her hips up as well. Jewel watches his hand, watches the way it teases at her. Crying out softly as the sensations slam into her mind in conjunction with the sight and Jewel lifts her eyes to his.
"Beautiful..." Amaury states, fingers sliding along Jewel's wet heat and into her body. "Can you come like this, hmm? With just my hand on you...for everyone to see what I do to you?" He lets his thumb brush hard over the clamp.
Jewel trembles under his attention, his words and nod for him. "I can Sir...so close already." Her nerves are already tingling and when he presses the clamp hard against her, Jewel's body jerks in response and she cries out again. "You make me so wanton, Sir...anything you want of me."
Amaury's fingers delve deeper into Jewel, thumb still manipulating the clamp, knowing she wants permission to come, but not quite ready to give it yet. He leans in, mouth closing on one of her nipples, worrying it with his teeth before biting down hard.
Her back arches, pressing her breast and abused nipple into his mouth. Jewel's body writhes against his hands, her eyes purposefully opening to look out over the crowd and see who is watching. A blush suffuses her body as she watches the people gathered about and watching her...watching Amaury play with her.
"Do you want to come?" Amaury asks, tongue darting out to soothe where he had bitten as his fingers twist lightly, his thumb drags at the clamp. "Do you need to come?"
"Yes, Sir...oh, God, please let me come." Her breath gasps out at the tender touches of his tongue. It's soothing, yes, but also torment as he teases her clit. "Please."
Adding another finger, Amaury finally murmurs, "Come," then claims her lips in a heated kiss as he continues to thrust his fingers inside.
Jewel comes apart in his arms, cries buried in Amaury's mouth as he kisses her breathless. Her eyes close as she goes rigid against him and then collapses into his side, panting softly. "Thank you, Sir."
"I'm not done with you yet," Amaury responds with a mischievous glint in his eye as he continues to stimulate Jewel's body.
"Oh, God." She breathes out the words, her body twitching as her nerves are stimulated again. Jewel's still spread wide open, people watching him torment her with his talented fingers and wicked mind. "Love you, Sir."
"Love you too..." Amaury presses a kiss to her neck, then worries the flesh with his teeth, intent on marking her even as he attempts to drive her towards another climax.
She groans at the biting, her hips pressing into his fingers as her body responds to the teasing. Panting softly, Jewel's eyelids flutter and her fingers seek purchase on the couch as she presses into him, body trembling and bells jingling.
"Come on," Amaury coaxes. "You know what I want..." His voice is low, seductive as his thumb presses hard against the clamp.
His voice washes over her, combines with the touch of his fingers on her body and Jewel is coming again. Trembling against him, she cries out and digs her fingers into the couch as she thrusts her hips against him and presses into the finger toying with her clit clamp. He's so good at pulling everything out of her as much as he wants.
Amaury still doesn't let up, wants to keep her on edge and tightly strung with pleasure. Claiming her lips again, he finally breaks so they can breath. "Rise," he finally commands.
Jewel's entire body is still trembling, legs weak from the orgasms and sexual arousal, but she pushes herself to her feet as instructed. With effort, she tucks her hands at the base of her back and keeps her thighs spread wide for him.
Slowly, Amaury unzips his trousers, pulling out his cock--which is hard and leaking. Retrieving a condom, he slowly slides it on...eyes never leaving Jewel's trembling body. "Climb on," he says, voice husky.
Leaning over him, she braces her hands on the back of the couch and straddles his lap, one leg on either side of his. Jewel kneels up straight, reaches back to hold him in one hand as she presses herself down on his length and swallows him down with a sigh.
"That's it," Amaury encourages, groaning as the wet heat settles around him, hips thrusting up into his girl. His hands settle on her slender hips, holding her in place for a few long moments.
Moaning as he presses in and out of her, Jewel uses her thighs for balance, her arms clasped loosely behind her, back arched so that her breasts are presented to him.
Leaning forward a bit, Amaury's hips snap up as his teeth nip at one of her abused nipples, nails digging into her hips as he guides her body on his.
Jewel rolls on his lap, her hips working as he guides her the way he likes. She cries out when he bites her again, her nipples highly sensitive and her entire body quivering.
Murmuring words of encouragement in Spanish, Amaury fucks Jewel, thrusting up hard into her willing body. He leans back, though one hand moves to continue to tease and taunt her, nails dragging over her sensitive nipples.
She continues to ride him, her hips moving in time with his and grinding down to rub her clit against his pelvic bone. "So good, Sir...God, please." Arching back, she rests her hands on his knees for balance.
"You want to come?" Amaury asks, shifting and snapping his hips up at a different angle, groaning himself at the feeling of it.
"Please, Sir." She never thought she would be able to come so many times in such a short span of time. Jewel writhes on his lap, working herself on him in the hopes that she'll give him half the pleasure he's given her so far.
"Now," Amaury murmurs. "Come now." He thrusts up hard.
Tumbling over the edge at his command, Jewel's head falls back, her hair sweeps across her hips and she clenches tight around him. "Sir...thank you." She trembles still, her hands on his knees, body bowed back for him.
Amaury isn't far behind her as he comes with a shout, dragging Jewel back close to kiss her breathlessly.
Jewel falls into him, her hands coming to his shoulders as he takes her mouth in a heated kiss. Her body still trembles against his, every bit of her hyper-aware of him as she slowly becomes aware of the room around them again.
Kissing Jewel slowly, Amaury finally parts ...reluctantly realizing he'll need to move the girl so he can take care of practical things. "Up baby," he murmurs, patting her ass with a smile.
She wriggles her ass into his hand for the barest of moments before climbing to her feet and standing, arms behind her back and head lowered respectfully. "Yes, Sir."
"So beautiful," Amaury murmurs, taking the condom off and disposing of it. He reaches out, drawing Jewel close again. "Your choice, stay here or go back to the room. You've done very well."
Keeping her gaze lowered, she sinks into his embrace with a soft sigh. "Stay here, Sir...please." The idea of even just sitting at his feet as the rest of the club moves about has her shivering....she's owned by him.
"Here it is then..." He kisses Jewel deeply, stroking her body for a few moments. "Kneel at my feet," he says quietly.
Jewel folds to her knees slowly, thighs spreading wide and hands coming to rest sitting upward. She breathes slowly out, straightens her spine and drops her gaze. "Thank you, Sir."
"Thank you," Amaury responds, reaching out to stroke her hair. "Lean against my legs, you can relax and watch what's going around if you want."
Immediately responding to the offer, she shifts her legs together enough to lean over and rest against him. Amaury's nearness, his touch keep Jewel grounded as she watches the people and activities around them. Her mind is quiet, thoughts drifting on the edges as she just lets herself be.
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