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From Dreams to Reality	By : Pat4pat Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Het- Male/Female Views: 1566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Still situated lazily on the edge of his bed, resting back with ease, his hands supporting his frame, inside Pickles was anything but at ease. Any moisture still remnant upon his freckled frame was now mixed with a light coating of sweat. It beaded at his forehead, dripping slowly down from his rugged face and tousled dreads. His arms strained, the pronounced veins on his forearms throbbing in rhythm to the quickening beat of his heart. His jaw clenched, his dark gaze focused on solely the girl kneeling before his opened legs. The towel once languidly wrapped around his waist had since been removed to reveal his flesh. The pounding in his chest reverberated through his veins, his blood, as his erect member was poised and ready. Waiting. Watching the young temptress before him, Pickles was sure to lose himself in utter ecstasy at her first lingering touch.

His breath hitched as Layla slowly raised a hand to his meaty flesh. His cock twitched in response as her fingers curled lightly against his base. Her hand was small and dainty, so feminine in comparison to what was beheld before her. In the slowest and most tantalizing way, she began to work her fingers upwards towards his head. Green eyes still locked onto the image before him, Pickles resisted every urge to simply writhe beneath that first experimental stroke.

Layla's hand had finally reached his head, her fingers now curling around it, massaging the hardened tip. Pickles stifled a moan as he watched her fingers dampen with his precum. His nerves were now being driven into overdrive as his wet tip was stimulated by her soft touch.

In one sudden and fluid movement, Layla's doe-eyed gaze peeked up shyly towards the drummer's adamant stare as her pink tongue flicked out to take her first taste of him. He could feel the trembling touch of her tongue, its texture smooth and wet against his stiffening cock. Electric sparks shot through his body at the mere sight and touch of her in such an intimate way. Realizing he had been holding his breath, he released it quick and wavering.

She pulled away to smile at his obvious enjoyment, her hand still grasping just below his head. Returning her eyes to his poised member, Layla continued her slow and treacherous attack. While running her hand slowly back down towards the base of his cock, her tongue continued its experimentations. Layla licked his swollen head lightly, clearly enjoying the feel of Pickles shiver beneath her touch. After Pickles had seen his juices mixed with her saliva webbed between the tip of his dick and the tip of her tongue, he had since dropped back onto resting on his elbows, hands balled tightly into fists. His head rolled back as he clenched his eyes shut, overwhelmed by the need to release.

Slowly, her hand came back up his shaft, beginning a slow and steady rhythm. His whole body tensed as he felt her hot mouth envelope his head, gently sucking on him. He was certain she could feel his erratic pulse as her tongue pressed against the base of his tip, feeling his throbbing vein. With eyes still closed, Pickles relished in the feel of her slick little mouth, the added moisture creating a smooth, sucking sound. Unable to hold back this time, the next quiver that rocked his body evoked a low moan to escape his lips. His elbows gave out below him, his body now resting against the soft sheets of his bed. Pickles dared not move, his legs still dangling over the edge of his bed, for fear of releasing too soon. Bringing a now freed hand towards Layla, he firmly grabbed the back of her dark hair. Pushing gently down, he lowered her hot mouth onto his shaft. An erotic thrill made his body ablaze as he heard her stifle a small cough.

"Choke on it…a little…" the dark whisper trailed from his lips.

Her hand now ceased its movements, simply resting on the base of his cock for support. Instead, her mouth, guided by the push and pull of his deft fingers tangled in her hair, continued her hands' previous actions. A wicked grin spread across Pickles' face, feeling and hearing the mixture of the wet, smacking of her lips against his hardened cock and the light choking of her throat against his swollen head.

Pickles wanted her other hand to grab at his balls, pushing and pulling them against the smooth rhythm he had created with her mouth. He wanted her to scratch at his chest and thighs, running her hands about his body. He wanted to hear her moaning against his thick flesh, vibrating him towards the most intoxicating release. But he knew all that would only come in time. This was the first of many moments they would share together like this. And in time, as Pickles would learn what exactly she craved and yearned for, so too would Layla learn to satisfy him to his fullest.

An accidental push had thrust his cock a little deeper than he had anticipated, evoking a slight moan to escape from Layla. The vibrations of that moan rattled his cock, hardening it further towards release. He could take it no longer, he needed to cum.

Layla tried to meet each thrust Pickles threw at her, his hands still grasping tightly onto her hair. She kept her tongue flattened against the base of him as her lips curled tightly around his shaft. Her hand still firmly grasped onto him, easing the depth to which she was forced to swallow him down. Though he had tried desperately to stifle many moans, his low voice now echoed through his room, whispering and moaning both sweet and dirty things. Excitement brewed within her as her name left his lips amidst a groan.

Almost there. Almost there. Almost there. Pickles' mantra swirled through his hazy mind, his eyes still clenched shut in deep concentration, his brow creased tightly as sweat beaded across his entire frame. A slight trail of saliva dripped from Layla's lips, pooling around her hand and adding lubrication. Any thoughts of harm towards Layla were fleeting as his body took over, his hand grasping desperately onto the strands of her hair. His hips bucked on their own accord, meeting her sweet mouth for each tantalizing and quickening thrust.

Soon…Almost…There…

Pickles' hips thrust up in one final and violent plunge into the sumptuous depths of Layla's tiny mouth. Held against his shuddering member, Layla had no choice but to feel the warmth of his seed spurting down her throat. Pickles seemed to shudder like that for minutes, his cock bursting and emptying into her his salty heat. With no other choice, Layla tried to keep up with his quivers, swallowing what she could. Finally, his whole body fell slack beneath her, still slightly shaking from the intensity of his release. His hands loosened and fell from her hair, slightly pulling at a few tangled strands.

There were no words, no thoughts. Pickles could simply lay there in a daze, panting as his previous orgasm still sent slight shivers through his body. Sweet sleep called to him, but he was brought back as he felt two hands pressing on his knees. He used what strength he could muster to lift his head, looking tiredly down his body. Layla had straightened, still perched on her knees, using her hands on his knees as support. She was chewing on her bottom lip. A shy smile spread across her face as Pickles patted the empty space beside him on the bed. She crawled up beside him, curling against his naked frame.

And Pickles had never felt more content in his life, turning on his side to hold Layla close to him. Without any words, they laid like that, hazel meeting green until time was but forgotten and the darkness of sleep took hold of its first captive for the night. By all that was evil, Pickles was one lucky son of a bitch.
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