KvsW- Casefile [006.5][FUG:DDDD]

    Dave was lying down on the couch, phone in one hand as he scrolled through the catalog of /k/, looking for a good thread. The other hand was occupied in petting the doggo curled up in his lap. He scratched behind Cyka’s ears, and one of the dog’s back legs twitched as evidence of his pleasure.

    His search turned up with nothing noteworthy, just the usual generals with a few bait threads peppered in between. He turned his phone off and sighed, bored out of his skull. He would have normally gone innawoods at this point to go shooting at trees, but Chris had put him on lockdown, insisting that he remain in the apartment as part of his recovery.

    However, she was out at the store for the moment, and he decided there was likely no harm in taking Cyka for a walk. He got up from the couch and snatched up the dog's leash. “Oj pizdec? Idi nahui, Cyka Blyat,” he called, jingling the leash. The dog leapt off the couch and came up to his leg, wagging his tail. Dave hooked up his collar and walked him to the door. He opened it up…

    … to see Chris with her arms full pf groceries on the other side. She glared at him. “Where do you think you're going?”

    “Uh… coming to help you out, of course.”

    “Uh-huh. Right.” She unceremoniously dumped a bag into his arms and herded him over to the kitchen.

    Dave unhooked the leash as Cyka whined softly. “Sorry, buddy. Next time,” he said, petting the doggo.

    Chris stuffed the bags into a cupboard, not really in the mood to put anything away. She crossed her arms and looked at Dave, annoyance evident on her face. “I thought I told you to stay inside. You have a goddamn concussion and you need to take it easy.”

    “I know, I know, but you've had me cooped up in here for days.”

    “Because I care about you.”

    “I am not doubting that. But I'm about to go stir-crazy in here.”

She sighed. “I just gotta make sure you don't slip and fall or something, or make sure you don't have something more serious than just the concussion.”

“I'm fine, Chris, I swear. I feel great.”

“I still don't want to risk it. Go sit down, I'll be over there in a bit.”

He sighed heavily and plopped down on the couch. His rifle was sitting on the coffee table, so he started fiddling with it and stripping it down. Chris sat herself down next to him after a little while, and watched him function check the weapon after putting it back together.

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know.”

“So I can't help but worry about you, especially since… I probably caused the problem in the first place…” She looked down at her knuckles, which were almost finished healing.

“I've told you so many times I don't blame you for that. It was just a snap reaction.”

“Due to me being angry. More than angry. I was fucking incensed, enraged. For no reason.” She took his hand in her own and squeezed a little.

“That's not your fault. You have anger issues, but we can work through those. Stop doubting yourself.”

She smiled in a bit of a sad way and stared into the middle distance. “You know, I put you through so much abuse… more than any normal person should be able to take… and yet you don't hate me, don't seem to resent me for it… you seem to even blame yourself for my problems sometimes.”

“I couldn't hate you even if I tried, Chris.” He squeezed her hand back, running his thumb over her palm. “Not that I'd ever try.”

She turned her smile towards him. “I… I promise, I'll make it all up to you… one way or another.”

“You don't have to make anything up to me, Chris.”

“Yes, I do,” she said, pulling a bit closer to him. “Besides, are you really going to turn down what I have in mind?” Her smile turned a bit mischievous.

“What do you mean?” he asked, cocking his head slightly.
“Come on, don’t be daft.”

“I don’t- oh… oooooh… I… I didn’t think…”

“Don’t think, then. Just… follow my lead, okay?” She pulled her legs up onto the couch and faced him full on. She moved her free hand up to his thigh, idly rubbing it back and forth, then leaned forward slightly and planted a very light kiss on his lips. When she pulled back and saw how red his face had gotten, she couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong, eh?”

“It’s just… the last time… we… I...”

“Oh yeah, almost forgot to start calling you Quickdraw,” she responded with a shiteating smirk. He looked away from her, very obviously ashamed and embarrassed, so she kissed him on his cheek. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’m sorry. Look at me, please.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t look so gloomy. I remember what happened last time too. But that was another one of those things that was my fault, that you’re somehow blaming on yourself. You’re inexperienced, I get that, but I was going waaay too fast for your first time. We’re going to do it proper this time. Nice and slow. Okay?” She squeezed his hand for emphasis.

“Okay… nice and slow…” He nodded slightly, and took a deep breath.

She leaned in and gave him another kiss, deeper this time, with her eyes closed. She pulled back and smiled sweetly, and he smiled back at her, more at ease.

His hands found their way to her hips, and he let them rest there as he gave her another kiss, taking the initiative this time. He gave her a few more on the lips, then one on her jaw, and then trailed down her neck, planting soft kisses the whole way down. He got to her collarbone, and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.

While her hands rested atop his shoulders, his hands were ever so slowly riding up her sides, gently squeezing and feeling at her body. When they got up to under her arms, he brought his hands together by her collar and felt around for the top button. His fingers trembling a bit, he popped the button open, then moved down to the next, and the next, until her shirt was fully open and hanging loosely.

Chris then gently took his hands by the wrists and moved them to her own shoulders, prompting him to slide the shirt down off of her body. Her upper half was left covered only by her white tanktop. He could see she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Again, she took his hands and moved them back up to her shoulders, and gave them a reassuring squeeze to quell his tremors. He took the straps of the tanktop between his fingers and pulled them down past her shoulders, down her arms, the thin fabric peeling away from her milky skin.

It seemed to take an eternity, but the garment eventually ended up around her waist, with her breasts fully exposed to him. He gawked and froze, as she expected, but she resisted the urge to get angry and bop him on the head, and instead spoke softly to him. “Dave. It’s your turn now.”

When he didn’t respond, she moved his hands so they were above his head. That seemed to snap him out of the little trance, and she directed him to keep his arms up. She took the hem of his shirt and lifted it up over his head in one motion and tossed it aside.

He knew he wasn’t in the best shape, and he started to grow self-conscious about that as he put his arms down, but she didn’t seem to care. She trailed her fingers down his chest to his navel, causing him to shiver slightly from the coolness of her touch. “Come on now,” she said in a soft and sultry tone, “don’t be shy. You’ve seen them before.”
He took a couple of deep breaths and slowly moved his hands to cup her breasts. They filled his hands, and he gently squeezed, prompting her to blush. Following instincts, he leaned down and planted kisses on top of each breast, eliciting from her a sharp intake of breath followed by a soft little moan. He could feel his pants tightening just from that.

Chris arched her back as he played with her chest, and though his kneading and squeezing felt a bit awkward, like he wasn't totally comfortable using his own hands, he was using his mouth to great effect. He'd shifted his attention to her nipples, which were firm at this point. He kissed one and then gave it an exploratory lick, sending a shiver down her spine. She closed her eyes and moaned softly once again.

He licked again, seemingly emboldened, and lightly pinched the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His started squeezing with more pressure and enthusiasm, to the point that he started breathing heavily. She noticed this, and tapped him on the shoulder a few times. However, he didn't seem to notice, and kept on going even more vigorously. He was getting a bit too into it, and she feared he was going to hit his limit before she even got his pants off. She pushed him back and held him at arm’s length. He seemed bewildered and his chest was heaving.

“Dave… remember... nice and slow,” she said, with her face and chest flushed with color. He nodded several times, still breathless. She let him recover for a minute, then got up on her knees, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pressing her chest against his. Their noses touched as she stared right into his eyes and gave him a little peck on the lips. He gave her a lopsided smile in return.
“You know, for a virgin, you seem to be really good with your mouth,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe you've had a different kind of experience?” He started stammering and spaghetti brimmed from his pockets before she laughed it off. “Relax, I'm just teasing.”

She rested her head against his chest for a while, still pressed up against him, while he stroked her fiery red hair with a free hand.

“Okay… so, you seem to have no problem with the whole foreplay thing… now to work on what comes next…” She saw him gulp, and chuckled at the sight. “Don't worry, I'll guide you.” She moved her legs out from underneath herself and stood up from the couch, taking his hands and beckoning him to his feet as well. “Come on, to the bedroom we go.”

Cyka looked up from his little doggo bed at the foot of the actual bed, tilting his head. Chris picked him up and put him into the living room, closing the door and turning back to Dave. “There, now there won’t be any distractions.”

While Dave awkwardly stood off to the side, Chris pulled her boots off and tossed them by the door, making sure to arch her back and point her shapely butt at him while doing so. She then crawled onto the bed, laying on her back and propping herself up with her elbows. She looked at Dave expectantly. “You know… I could use some help getting these pants off…”

“R-right…” He gulped and crawled up on the bed with her, moving forward on his hands and knees, and straddling her just below her lap. She took his hands and put them to work undoing the button and zipper of her jeans. From there, he pulled them down her pale and slender legs, all the more enthralled by her body as he exposed the rest of it. His own pants soon joined hers in a pile at the foot of the bed, despite some severe fumbling on his part.
And before he knew it… there they were, lying together on her bed, completely naked, holding hands like a couple of degenerates. “Wh-what comes next?” he asked, voice trembling.

She simply smiled and reached over into the drawer of her nightstand, retrieving a tiny tinfoil packet and a small bottle of clear gel.

She had him lie on his back as she got up on her hands and knees and moved down near his groin. His member was standing at attention like a good little soldier, rigid as could be. She leaned down and gave it a little kiss on the tip. Dave whimpered quietly in response. He whimpered even more when she used her thumb to wipe a bit of lube off on his tip. His legs tensed up as she unrolled the condom onto him, and applied a light coating of lube to the exterior, gingerly working her hand along his shaft a couple of times.

She was grinning the whole time, and sidled into a straddling position on top of her lover, sitting on his lap with his member just barely resting on her nethers. “Are you ready?” she asked Dave, who had his eyes shut tight and was taking a series of deep breaths. “Great. Now comes the fun part.”

She lifted herself a small amount, and took his length between her thumb and forefinger, aligning him with her folds. Dave groaned softly as he felt his tip brush her wetness through the thin layer of rubber. She teased him like this for a minute, poking at her own entrance, her nethers dampening from the stimulation. Then she decided it was time.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she sat back down on his lap, impaling herself on his shaft. Dave gasped loudly and clutched at the sheets as his manhood parted the lips of her vulva, and was engulfed in her warm depths. Chris was biting her lower lip, her eyes half-lidded with a profound sense of ecstasy as she lowered herself all the way down until he was fully hilted inside her.
“O-oh God!” cried Dave, eyes still shut tight, knees bending as his legs tensed up, tilting Chris forward on his lap. She kept herself from falling on top of him by holding onto his shoulders and bracing herself against him. She tilted her head back to let out a long, sensual moan.

She gave him a minute to recover, resisting an almost overwhelming urge to simply fuck his brains out then and there. He opened his eyes eventually, and looked up at her like he couldn’t believe it was really happening. She brushed a hand across his cheek. “Good to keep going?” His response was a weak nod, which was all she needed.

She lifted up nearly all the way, keeping just the head of his manhood within her, then came all the way back down with a soft plop.

He cried out again and his hips bucked a bit underneath her. “Hey, hey… easy, easy now,” she cooed, cupping his face in her hands. “Shhh… take it easy…”

He was breathing hard, struggling to calm himself. His efforts were not aided by the fact that the warm, damp insides of his lover were constricting around his shaft. He closed his eyes.

“No, don’t close your eyes,” she said, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “Keep them open. Focus on me, alright?” He did as she asked, locking his gaze with hers, staring straight into her eyes. “That’s right. Just keep focused on me.”

Once more, she moved her hips up and down. There was another plop. She took both of his hands and interlaced her fingers with his, pinning his arms down on the bed. “That’s right… just keep looking at me…”

She lifted up and sat down again, and again, and started developing a slow tempo, keeping Dave on the edge the entire time. He’d stopped screaming each time, and was now simply gasping like a fish out of water.

“You’re doing great, honey… feels amazing, right?”

He couldn’t answer her in his current state, but it wasn’t exactly like he needed to, either.
Chris picked up the pace, the room filling with the sound of wet skin slapping together and sultry moaning. She was finding herself becoming short of breath, and knew she was approaching her limit. She moved his hands around to her rear, letting him grip and squeeze the supple flesh there as she bounced atop him. However, she maintained her gaze, not once breaking eye contact with Dave.

His hips were bucking upwards again. She couldn’t stop him, nor did she want to at this point. The impact that was occurring as he thrusted upwards and she thrusted down was driving her faster to the edge, sending jolts of pleasure into her body. She could hardly imagine what he was feeling from it.

She got an answer in the form of a loud groan from Dave and a final buck of his hips. His arms wrapped around her midsection and pulled her down on top of him while still embedded within her. He buried his face into her neck and held her tight as the orgasm wracked his body. The sensation of his manhood twitching and pulsing inside her was just enough to put her over the edge as well, and she made a little high pitched squeak as the walls of her vagina contracted one final time.

They both laid there for a while, a hot, sweaty, panting mess. Eventually, Chris regained enough of her faculties to pull herself off of him just enough to let his flaccid member slide out of her hole, his seed contained within the condom. Then she laid back down on top of him, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, before resting her head on his chest.

“I love you, Dave…”

“Y-you too…”

Chuckling meekly, closed her eyes and drifted off.