He strains before her – a mountain range moving and heaving; straining against nothing but his own desire to please her.
“Oh God,” he groans, abs clenching and hips jerking. He chokes when the motion drags her fingers against his prostate, and she eases off; watches his throat bulge beneath the thick growth of his beard.
“You look gorgeous,” Ana promises him, neatly kneeling in midst the jerking sprawl of his legs, fingers sliding out of the warm, little slit of his hole to reapply more lube. She leans down, silver hair sliding across her naked shoulders, and breathes warm across the wet tip of his cock.
Reinhardt jerks violent enough to rattle the whole bed. His good eye is wide open in panic as he digs his heels into the mattress and twitches his hips up involuntarily – big cock slapping meaty and wet against his belly when Ana smoothly leans out of the way.
“Please! Please, I… Bitte. Bitte lass mich-” He tends to lapse back into German when he’s agitated and she can’t help but find it endearing.
She hums, eye only half open, watching his desperation in lazy contentment. His deep, booming voice has become reedy with his anguish but not less appealing. When she sits down between her ankles, she can feel it vibrate through the bed and against her very core, tickling her wet folds and teasing her own desire.
She waits until he has stopped spasming, then reaches forward and drags the tip of one finger against the sensitive head and along the swollen, feverishly hot ridge. She watches more clear liquid ooze out.
“No,” she purrs simply – voice not unkind; yet Reinhardt sobs, body shaking and balls moving beneath her carefully watching gaze. “You can hold on longer for me. Age hasn’t helped your patience much, has it? But I can assist you. My pretty treat.”
She watches a string of sticky pre-cum stretch between her finger and his cock, and rubs the wetness into Reinhardt’s hipbone. When she reaches to the side, her small, high breasts rubbing against his thigh, he starts whimpering, hips moving and broad chest heaving. When she leans back up and starts attaching the toy to her harness, he suddenly moves in primal, animal fear; the big behemoth of a man pulling up his knees and putting them together; shielding his weeping cock and sweet little peach of a hole from her surprised gaze.
“You’re a stubborn one today, aren’t you?” Ana muses. She is not overly concerned – quite the contrary. The sight of Reinhardt shivering and vulnerable before her is like an aphrodisiac. She can’t help but touch herself; pull on the tight buds of her nipples and slide fingers through the slickness of her slit.
He isn’t answering, but she can see the flush of embarrassment on his face. He looks chagrined like a little boy. Ana presses a kiss against his hairy chin and laughs at him. Reinhardt can’t help but grin a little as well.
“Did you think you would come without permission?” she wants to know, small, strong hands on his ankles, thumbs rubbing against the tops of his feet. He squirms; then nods.
“Ahhh but you needn’t be afraid. I know you wouldn’t have disappointed me. You give yourself too little credit. I’ll show you, my sweet little treat. C’mon. Open up, now.”
She tugs on his ankles and he lets himself get arranged; pliant as a kitten as he watches her with simple, open adoration. Ana rubs her hands along his thighs, feeling the stone hard muscle and coarse hair beneath her fingertips.
She had never lacked confidence, but slowly sliding her toy into the warm clench of his body, seeing the needy greed as his eye takes in the sway and bounce of her tits, Ana can’t help but feel flattered.
It was never hard to find Reinhardt within a given base. He was a man full of mirth and opinions and not shy to express any of it while reaching for his team mates with large hands and pulling them beneath heavy, sheltering arms to give them affectionate squeezes.
Reinhardt was, despite his intimidating stature and wild looking face, easy to love. A man with a certain kind of presence and notoriety that encouraged attention, respect – adoration – by some kind of unspoken law of nature.
It was therefore all the more surprising, when all of that easy going, straight backed confidence melts away so easily – eagerly – when Miss Amari calls; voice warm and a little scratchy, standing in the doorway to whatever room Reinhardt’s booming voice had let her this time.
And nobody would be able to stop him when she beckoned with a crooked smile and an outstretched hand, her one good eye friendly and crinkling at the corners.
She hadn’t had the pleasure of his company in too long and seemed to savor his subservience all the more for it.
“Do you want to follow me?” she’d ask, voice not lowered in a hush, because whispering was for shame, and she could never be ashamed of her gorgeous, little pet – and he’d always follow her; would crawl at her heels if she so fancied.
She did – sometimes. Not in the open, though, no. Reinhardt’s submission was for her; and her alone. Maybe she’d show him off one day; when she had sated herself enough to quench the clawing hunger of needing him for herself all the time. The silly need to put this behemoth of a man in her pocket and carry him around with her.
As it was, she let him strip and kneel for her in her quarters; shallow basins of water and fragrant oils already readied and put into place.
“You have never stopped fighting, have you?” Ana questions with a voice like a rusty purr. Her hair gleams like steel in the setting sun. She rounds the large man in measured steps, hands wandering across the breadth of his shoulders, eyes taking in the massive expanse of his chest; the tight coils of his stomach; the heavy, relaxed weight of his cock against thighs as massive as marble.
Reinhardt is a work of art. He reminds her of architecture from home.
He catches her hand and hides it between his warm, large palms. He breathes a kiss onto it. “You haven’t either.”
Attentive, lovely little slave.
Ana tuts and extracts her hand after a quick brush of her thumb against his mouth.
“This is not about me. You were so loud again. I think you would do good to just be still and let me talk. don’t you think?”
His grin his broad and gentle, his good eye attentive, yet tired.
They both were. So tired.
Rounding him again, looking at his lovely submission before her, she can’t deny the prickling feeling of rejuvenation.
Ana washes him. He moves beneath her fingers like a benevolent lion. He is purring for her, chin up high and thick throat bared for her fingers.
He doesn’t flinch when she puts her hands around his neck.
He smells of the oils Ana lovingly massaged into his body, and she wants to lick him up. Wants him to lay himself out for her so she can crawl all over his body; rub herself against the hard ridges of muscle; drag her messy, little slit against the hard line of his hip and have him walk around with her mark on his skin.
He would do it, too.
His cock flexes into her hand; warm and big and lively, his chest heaving as she squeezes him and lets go once more.
“Show yourself off for me,” she demands softly, her fingers starting on pulling off her clothes – and she can’t help but laugh at how eager her boy is when he sees his mistress revealing herself to him; his mouth falling open and eyes going wide. In this moment, Reinhardt looks like a young man again. Eager. Needy.
His fist is clumsy when he curls it around his cock and flicks his wrist – and becomes lazy when she sits down in a chair and spreads her legs for his viewing pleasure. He slows down to a crawl – then stops completely, gaze fixed on the dark flush of her cunt; the slick she smears all over her folds with teasing, slim fingers.
“Lazy boy. I thought you would thank me for the privilege of touching yourself for me,” Ana chides, lined face relaxed, voice gentle and teasing despite the rustiness.
She crooks her finger; beckons him closer.
“In that case… I think you shouldn’t have the right anymore, do you? Come here and show me how much you remember, instead. Pretty pet. Lovely boy. Such a gorgeous, little slave for me.”
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