Lucy Martin<br/>Location: Dylan Murphy’s Apartment<br/>Tags: Dylan Murphy<br/><br/>There was something there. It changed, like a switch being turned on. She could see it in his eyes. They grew darker. The flames had consumed him. She grew fearful, not sure what was to happen next. Already he was plunging into her with such a zest the couch threatened to move beneath them. There couldn’t possibly be anything more he could do to make this more intense. Lucy soon found out just what more he could do. The fear, the excitement grew as his hand closed around her throat. Her eyes, glossed over from her own passion, remained fixed on his. She knew he could end her with ease, and as his grip grew slightly stronger, she realized just how easily he could bring her life to an end.  Her sex, already filled, tingled. The feeling was slight at first, but more and more, with each thrust from him, grew stronger. Her body was molded to his desire, proving how perfectly they fit together. His hunger was strong, pushing him further. She was certain she heard and felt the couch give beneath them, moving along the floor slightly as he drove into her. Her right hand came up to meet his on her own throat. She wanted him to know it was okay, not to be gripping her there, but to do so with a bit more force. Just the thought made her….feel. Her left hand went down towards her side, feeling his powerful thigh each time he pushed forward.  She wasn’t trying to stop him. Lucy didn’t want him to ever stop. Her body craved contact with him. She could feel his muscles, tight, aiding his efforts. Somehow it made her feel him even more, deeper, harder. She groaned, tilting her head back, breaking her gaze, feeling the ache radiate, moving into her hips, joined by a rapidly growing feeling in her sex. She wanted to scream it, to let him know, to let anyone with earshot know, but the words seemed so far away.<br/><br/>His hands moved, her own sliding away from his around his throat, falling limp beside her. She felt his touch, and her gaze quickly found his again. Her lips were moving, but the only sounds coming from her were almost inhuman. She grabbed his hand around her throat again, as if the gesture would translate her impending orgasm.  The need to feel the release so strong, practically crying out from her eyes, could only find a voice in the moans coming from her lips. She nodded at his words, knowing he would find his release, hoping it would push her over the edge. Her clit throbbed, wanting the same thing.<br/><br/>She felt it. His shaft throbbed, pulsing with each release. The warmth, the sensation, was enough. Lucy tensed, feeling him even more so. Her cries joined his, filling the space. Every muscle in her body was tight. Her legs pushed back against him, not in an attempt to push him away, before falling victim to the tremors that washed over her. It was the most powerful feeling she had ever experienced.  The sounds, the feeling of her own body painted lightly with sweat, mingled with the scent of their arousal. Lucy’s lungs drank in air as if she were starving. She could feel her sex dripping from their combined release.<br/><br/>He lowered her legs, and Lucy could instantly feel the strain. She would certainly feel it for a while. His body came closer to her own. She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting him to move. It was clear he wasn’t going to. Groaning softly as his lips met her skin, she could feel the dull pain within her sex with each movement. Still she didn’t want him to stop. It was pain, and yet….she wanted it. He hadn’t said he loved her, and yet the combination of tenderness and raw, animalistic power he had displayed had her melting in his hands.  Lucy didn’t understand how something like pain, something like his hand around her throat had driven her so far so fast. She didn’t understand why she wanted to feel more. Even if she wanted to convey her need for more, the words were still not there. Swallowing she could still feel his hand there. A smile played on her lips. “Yes,” she whispered, not in response to anything.  It was a simple, soft declaration of her approval of the night and of him. Her embrace around him tightened as she breathed in his scent. Her lips met his shoulder, and for a reason she didn’t understand, Lucy felt her teeth graze his skin. She quickly turned to see his reaction. Had she gone too far?