She finds her voice, but when she sings, it is only to Dev, almost quiet, sharp intakes of air as he continues to take her, reveal just what that is doing to her, ...yet somehow she maintains her professionalism. She sings quite beautifully, although Dev knows she could sing much better if she wasn't so distracted.
"A whole new world
A whole new world
A dazzling place I never knew
But when I'm way up here
It's crystal clear
That now I'm in a whole new world with you
(Now I'm in a whole new world with you)"
sing
Dev's expression shows how much he loves her singing, distracted or not.
"Unbelievable sights his hands caress her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples
Indescribable feeling until one hand trails down her abdomen to caress her lips around him, then settle on stimulating her nub
Soaring, tumbling, free-wheeling as the carpet begins some tight controlled turns before
Through an endless diamond sky" leveling out again, still rising.
Between pinching and pulling her nipples and then stimulating her very sensitive nub, Parker finds herself crying out, any possible words entirely forgotten. She clings to Dev through the carpet's turns, not letting go as it rises, her hips and pelvis undulating as his shaft stays buried deep within her. She moves against him, needing the contact, needing to feel him, she is lost in their arial love making. Her eyes wide open, she watches Dev, entirely taken by him. Her tight inner muscles encouraging him, greedy for his thrusts, little near orgasmic pulses ripple against his hard member. "Dev... harder... please... harder my love." She pleads with him. Her expression bliss and agony. So close to release. But will he grant it, or will he toy with her, drawing out her lovely distress?
It is not in Dev's nature to give in quickly, but he does want to give Parker what she wants, both for himself and for her as well. He lays her down gently on the carpet, her feet hanging over into open air. "Hold on...a little longer, love. Just...a little longer." He sinks himself into her again, then repeats, slowly at first, drawing her sensations out. His eyes burn into hers, luxuriating in the ecstasy he is causing within her. He slowly begins to increase in pace and intensity, the carpets flight pattern has apparently become affected by some turbulence. The lack of a firm surface beneath them makes his strokes less then they might otherwise be, keeping her from completion...until the carpet suddenly begins to work with her movements creating even more than there would be otherwise. Dev groans, his body tense like a coiled a spring, trembling, begging for release, "Kitten, I...I'm going to.." As he feels her spasm around him, Dev releases as well spurting off within her, continuing to push into her, continuing to draw out her orgasm as long as he can before collapsing on top of her. "God's Kitten, you are so wonderful. I can't get enough..." Wait, are they in free fall? The carpet dives, levels out over the tree tops that have come into her field of view.
Dev smiles, "Of course, love." He brings one of her legs up, in front of him and over, rolling her over to her front, his weight is soon on top of her again, helping to keep her a little warmer...at least as much as a thin blanket would.
They continue to skim the tree tops.
10% chance of hitting a taller tree while distracted:
She laughs as they ride on the magic carpet. "You sang my part." She accuses him with some amusement. Her eyes find his as they share this wonderful moment. She loves seeing the tops of the trees appear out of darkness and fields of stars, to whirl past them, and once again disappear into the vastness of space.
"I did?" he thinks about it, "Oh, Disney version, you're right, I did...sorry." He pulls out so that he can smile at her over her right shoulder, his manhood still slick with her sliding up and now sandwiched between him and her butt cheeks. His hands run up her sides, then down her arms, covering her hands with his, locking his fingers in hers. "Would you like me to start over using that version, Princess Jasmine?" he smiles impishly at her, giving her a lingering kiss on the temple while sliding his lower torso back and forth on her.
The carpet banks just slightly in a long, lazy, leftwards turn.
"There's more than one version?" She asks with a smile that suggests the question is serious.
Lighthearted... "Princess? Hmmm. You are not young and inexperienced Aladdin... so does that make you my Prince Charming?" She looks to the left to see where the carpet is going. Tone a little more... substantial, even as her words drop in volume, meant only for him, "or would my Lord be my King?"
"Yup. Depends on the bardic group that sings it. My fault for not thinking of the more recent and popular version." his left hand comes up to caress and almost but not quite pinch her cheek, while he nuzzles into and nips her ear with his lips on the other side. "Hmmm. You smell really good. Maybe I should call you "Jasmine"."
Lighthearted... "Princess? Hmmm. You are not young and inexperienced Aladdin... so does that make you my Prince Charming?" She looks to the left to see where the carpet is going. Tone a little more... substantial, even as her words drop in volume, meant only for him, "or would my Lord be my King?"
Dev smirks, "I'm not yet a king & as far as I'm aware, not in line for any throne. So I think "Lord" or "Master" would be most appropriate, don't you think?" he grins down at her possessively before licking her ear and nibbling it some more.
She cannot yet see the body of water they are approaching, but she hears it. His possessive grin makes her heart melt. She practically purrs her pleasure at the combination of his words and actions. "If you wish Lord Charming, my master." Her soft words are spoken with a great deal of respect for Dev, but also amusement. He has learned to master her. "My Lord and Master." She reiterates possessively. He belongs to her as much as she belongs to him.
The carpet suddenly drops as the trees give way, and slows to a crawl skimming over the nearly flat surface. The cool liquid within arms reach beneath them, reflecting moon and stars from above. The low rumble of the waterfall slowly moving towards them.
"If we're going to truly partake of this natural wonder, I think we're going to have to get you warmed up first, don't you think, love?" He continues to nuzzle around her ear and neck as his right hand, fingers still entwined with hers, dips into the cool water. Luckily, since it's late spring, it probably isn't actually icy to the touch.
Dev considers what she's been saying, "Love?" He asks, speaking as he continues to work his way from her neck down towards her shoulder, "If I am your Lord and Master...what does that make you?" He looks up to grin at her beneath him, perhaps there is just a hint of something a little evil, a little sinister, a little..domineering in his expression....or perhaps he's still just teasing her.
The carpet suddenly drops as the trees give way, and slows to a crawl skimming over the nearly flat surface. The cool liquid within arms reach beneath them, reflecting moon and stars from above. The low rumble of the waterfall slowly moving towards them.
"If we're going to truly partake of this natural wonder, I think we're going to have to get you warmed up first, don't you think, love?" He continues to nuzzle around her ear and neck as his right hand, fingers still entwined with hers, dips into the cool water. Luckily, since it's late spring, it probably isn't actually icy to the touch.
Dev considers what she's been saying, "Love?" He asks, speaking as he continues to work his way from her neck down towards her shoulder, "If I am your Lord and Master...what does that make you?" He looks up to grin at her beneath him, perhaps there is just a hint of something a little evil, a little sinister, a little..domineering in his expression....or perhaps he's still just teasing her.
His hand in hers, they reach for the moon, their fingers trailing through the cool, although pleasant water, ripples distort the image. "I only see her reflection." She muses quietly, as he nuzzles her neck, setting her skin on fire with his lips. They approach a waterfall, but she can't see it yet. Feels the rumble, smiles at the sensation.
And then he asks her his question. She lowers her eyes at his domineering expression. Blushes under his scrutiny, her skin radiating heat. She's very warm all of a sudden. She loves it when he looks at her that way, when he has her pinned, entirely at his mercy. "Me?..." Innocence. "Well, you've already made me your Princess." A pause, not so innocent as she reacts to what he is doing with his lips, down her neck and shoulder. "But I suppose I'll always be your wanton buxom wagon nymph. Even if I'm not a nymph." She squirms underneath him, wanting more. Insatiable. "What do you want it to make me?" She moans softly.
"Me?..." Innocence. "Well, you've already made me your Princess." A pause, not so innocent as she reacts to what he is doing with his lips, down her neck and shoulder. "But I suppose I'll always be your wanton buxom wagon nymph. Even if I'm not a nymph." She squirms underneath him, wanting more. Insatiable. "What do you want it to make me?" She moans softly.
"Well," he says as he disengages for a moment, apparently removing something from his ankle and attaching it to a corner of the carpet, "considering I am your master, doesn't that traditionally make you either my servant or my slave?" he returns to her from his brief chore, and assuming she turned to watch what he was doing, his hand on her shoulder pushes it back so she is forced flat on her back against the carpet. He slips into her again, his breath catching briefly as he does so. His arms find their ways past her shoulders, one finding purchase there, the other at the back of her neck pressing lightly upward into his soft, but passionate kiss. The carpet has come nearly to a standstill, hovering inches above the surface.
"I would make a poor servant." She answers him coyly, before he pushes her back down on the carpet, as she most certainly turned to see what he was doing. She's quite curious, after all. She gasps, moaning her pleasure as he slips into her. "You and Jo, have... however... quite entirely ...turned me... into your... wanton and willing love slave." She admits entirely shamelessly, breaking the kiss just long enough for her breathless words to come out. Her legs spread wide open, her pelvis undulating beneath him, making his hard shaft move in and out of her amazingly tight and moist heat.
"I would make a poor servant."
"Would you now?" he smiles down into her eyes, continuing to make love to her throughout, his hands shifting to her ears, caressing them from behind. "I could decide to take that as a challenge you know." he's probably teasing.
"You and Jo, have... however... quite entirely ...turned me... into your... wanton and willing love slave."
His lips work their way across her cheek and he tastes her neck a little more forcefully. He draws back, again looking into her eyes, "...and that has made me very, very happy. ... Now, take a breath." He inhales deeply, swelling his chest, almost as if giving her an example, before he suddenly rolls to his right and over the side, taking her with him, still wrapped in his embrace.
She nods in regards to his question. She is being honest. She really would make a terrible servant. And her time could be much better spent doing other things. And they are in the middle of one of those things right now.
She smiles at he looks into her eyes, admits his happiness. It gives her no end of pleasure to know how much he desires her. Takes a breath as he instructs. Clinging to him as they go over the side.
He pulls her body into him, continuing to make love to her. She is now even more weightless than before. He has never tried to make love underwater, in a tub..sure, but never completely submerged, it is a new experience and takes some adjustment. It is a learning experience, but it is with her...and he enjoys every moment of it, his hands wandering over her, continuing to explore how the change of environment changes things for her and for his feel of her.
Once she becomes uncomfortable, he shares his air with her, prolonging their time underwater.
She doesn't panic. She's in his arms. He will make sure she remains safe. She breathes his air, tasting him in the process. Her eyes are closed, their bodies are entwined.
Her hair loosens, fanning out in the water behind Parker. His hand moves from her breast, down to her sensitive nub, as he continues to guide himself into her. Her own arms are around him, holding him, her lips upon his. A moan escapes into his mouth as he stimulates her. It takes, possibly thirty seconds of stimulation. And he can feel her entire body tensing. The weightlessness has allowed him to thrust deeply, unimpeded. Her moisture mixing with the water, cooling his shaft a little as he thrusts, forcing the cold into her, the low temperature giving her pleasure, much like the mint. Her nipples are hard and proud, standing up. Her undulations match his thrusts into her. And he feels the telltale tightening of her inner muscles, clenching his hard member, pulling him in in wave after wave of orgasm, tremors run through her, muscle spasms she cannot control as she climaxes under water, without gravity she has only him to cling to. She takes one more of his precious breaths, just to return the air to him in a scream of pure bliss.
Dev for the moment ignores the natural beauty in favor of the one in his arms. The dance he shares with her is different than any they've shared on land, but it's sex, it's a new experience and it's her. He is quite willing for it to last as long as it takes.
She feels the roar and rush of water as Dev takes her under and behind the waterfall. When they surface into the air, Parker breaks off their kiss, breathing air, panting, holding onto him as he supports her in the water. At some point she might remember how to swim, but at this moment her body is coming down from peaking. Her inner muscles still contracting and releasing in quick succession. It is all she can do to hang on. The color of the rock formations is to her, shades of grey. But the texture is fascinating, the glow from the lichen throwing interesting shadows that tint her black and white world into various shades of grey.
"Dev" She breathes his name, realizing that he is still inside her, still impaling her, and it feels wonderful. The water adding a new dimension, the roar of the waterfall in her ears, the vibrations setting her entire body aflame. Her wet hair streaming behind her in a dark train. She looks at Dev with her large eyes, her gaze both innocent and wanton, her face expectant as they hang on to each other in the water. What will he do next? She aches for him, even though he has just brought her to completion.
It is a good thing she didn't invest in a ring of sustenance for herself, she ponders, and blushes promptly.
His distracting massage of her behind leaves her head spinning. "Ooohhh." She moans, distracted, attempting very hard to concentrate on what she has been trying to tell him.
"Ohhh. Dev..." Her voice tinged with the wanting she feels. "Please ...please..." She needs him so badly, she can only beg for a moment. She is under his power. Only he can give her what she needs." Please... I... want... I need you... to press me against something solid or put me over that ledge, to spank me... while... while you're... inside me. Please ...take me ungently. I need you."
His other hand grabs her hair farther down, dips the already wet strands in the water, then whirls it around and whips her bottom with it, twirling it in a circle hitting her repeatedly over and between both cheeks, "was that what you wanted? No? Something harder? How about this then?" He swats her hard enough for the sound to echo through the enclosed space again, and again, and again. He makes sure both cheeks are paid equal attention.Her cheeks are turning pink under his attention. She squirms as he swats her. "Harder! Yes... pleeee....eeease... !" She cries out, her voice drowned out by the roar of the water. The spanking stings, moisture floods her sex as she is overcome with the sensation of his hand on her rear. She needs his touch. The spanking is still more erotic than disciplinary, and she practically purrs under his rough ministrations.
"Bad Kitten. Naughty Kitten. Asking to be violated urgently? Tell me what you want, Kitten, tell me. Do you want it here?" he puts himself so just the head enters the opening of her tight love canal,"Yes... there... please... Dev..." She gasps.
then withdraws so he is just barely touching her, "here?" she feels what might be a finger touching her tightly cinched back door, "Is that what you want?""Oh... Dev.. please... yes." She is now making small noises of distress. Why is he holding back? She needs him inside her.
his hands squeeze and spread her apart, he blows over both wet holes, her hair still wrapped around his left hand keeps her head up and back slightly more than is comfortable. His hard manhood taps her over both places. "So which is it to be, Kitten?"
"Both... take me in both, one after the other." His tight grip on her hair, pulling her head back, sends shivers down her spine. He is manhandling her, and she loves it. "Take me however you see fit. Please... please just f^#$ me!" She doesn't normally say such words. They are terribly un-lady-like.
He hears her, surprised a little at her words he swats her again, harder. Did she just tell him to take her in the add at the same time? He wants to, but he does not want to chance making her sick. He sinks a finger into her instead. Takes it slow, but takes it all the way in in a single stroke. "Did u just tell me to f+~$ you in both naughty places at once? Oh, Kitty, just what should we do with you?" he clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, swats her on the other cheek, adds a second finger in her ass and twists slightly as he pushes in. His left hand runs across her entire vulva from above her clit all the way to where the fingers of his other hand are already entering her. He plunges them inside as well. His movements become forceful, but not yet truly what she is asking for. He is still holding back.
She yelps as he swats her harder, the sound is a little distress mixed in with a great deal of enjoyment. He sinks a finger into her with no warning, her yelp turning into a moan. Shes tight, and unless he uses her natural lubrication, his finger does not enter easily. When he swats her other cheek and then adds a second finger, twisting as he pushes in, she cries out, part pleasure, part pain. His left hand runs across her moist vulva, her natural wetness dripping out of her slowly, coating his fingers in her honey. He has turned her into a quivering mass of pleasure in mere moments. Since he has asked her opinion, "perhaps you could... remind me... of my place" Her words are gasps and moans and cries.
"Very well then." he says, withdrawing both hands. Whether he has admitted it or not her pleas have been an incredible turn on for him, his hands go to her waste and he pulls her backwards, not so strong that it breaks her grip if she holds onto one of the stone formations, but enough that he is leaning back slightly, tightening his abdominals and thrusting up into her. He smacks her again, just before entering her. "Your place, little Kitten is obviously here with me, taking care of my needs. He is already fully engorged and releases in a matter of moments, whether she comes again or not. His whole body tenses as he does so, but he continues to pump into her, two fingers from his right hand, lubricated with her own juices plunge into her back side again, pressing down onto his member from above. His voice is nearly a guttural growl, and very possessive. [b]"Kitty. My little Kitty."
His smacks her rear, and his shaft enters her, impaling her. She yelps at the spanking, whimpers at the penetration. Keening as his roughness gives her thrilling pleasure. He tells her exactly what her place is, his words causing another surge of moisture. Her entire body agrees with him. He comes inside her, and she gladly receives his seed.
She moans, his ministrations shooting bursts of pleasure from her breasts to her engorged vulva, and then up her spine. "you... are... showing.. me... quite extensively ...my love, ...my lord." She insists, words half moans, half gasps. "But if you feel... that you must... explicate... my rear... remains... desirous... of your affection." His caresses make her quiver, give her goosebumps when he touches her bellybutton, her hot moisture all around his hard shaft. She squirms under him, and when he releases her right breast from his kneading grasp, she cries out as he does so, her pelvis muscles contracting in pleasure, her nipple once again rubbing against the slick stone beneath her. His skill is working her towards orgasm, her back arches as she approaches release, muscles tensing as she attempts to hold back, drawing the sensations out.
He pulls out of her right as she is about to peak. Plunging into her rear, she screams her pleasure, an intense mixture of too much sensation, too much pleasure, a tinge of pain at his large shaft invading her tight bud. She loses her grip and he holds her up, impales her fully, then pins her against a different column, slamming into her, taking her, taking his pleasure. While he is satisfying himself, he is quite doing it for her, too. And her scream turns into keening, as her repressed orgasm hits her with a force harder than his thrusts. He feels her tight bud contract and release in wave after wave around his pulsing member as he empties himself into her, revealing to him just how powerful an orgasm he caused within her. The keening becomes gasps, which continue until even after he is done. Each of the thrusts with his swollen shaft having caused her sensitive bud a little distress, with a great deal of pleasure, all of which she had vocalized.
It is all she can do to hang on when he takes her with him into the water. When they break the surface, and he takes her face in his hands, she blinks the water out of her eyes. He instructs her to clean him, draws her into a kiss, tongue invading her mouth. Her chest is still heaving with the aftereffects of his attentions. It takes her a moment to answer, because she has to break the kiss. Her large eyes expressive, even through their white veil. "Yes, master." She breathes, her words for him only, for the man who has mastered her. When he took her like this, primal, taking his pleasure, when he was less than gentle... it made her heart melt, turned her loins on fire. It was exactly what she wanted, how she needed to he possessed. When he exerted his control over her, her knees grew weak, when he spanked her or pinched her nipples and pulled at her breasts hard, that... that just flat out did it for her. She loved him so much that her passions went past lust into another realm entirely. Lust would fade. But this... this would never fade. She is his to possess, and she is quite willing. She admires Dev a brief moment, and immediately can tell from the look in his eyes that he has something in mind, but she's not sure she knows what he wants. Asks for further instruction. "How... may I do so, my Lord?" She asks, her words sincere. How would she clean him? Not knowing where his backpack is... probably still on the carpet outside? Would he have soap?
"How... may I do so, my Lord?" She asks, her words sincere. How would she clean him? Not knowing where his backpack is... probably still on the carpet outside? Would he have soap?
He chuckles, and she can see he probably switches tacks on what he had in mind. His right hand goes up to her face, he seems to be fond of running his thumb across her cheek, "Can you swim, love? Not going to cramp up on me are you?" he is smiling at her warmly, a truly caring expression. "There is a shelf, barely underwater there." He motions to it with his eyes. "Get yourself on it. I'll be back."
He gives her a parting kiss, his fingers trail down her arm. As he strokes backwards, watching her, just to be sure she has full use of her abilities what with their recent exertions. Then he turns and swims under the waterfall again.
She doesn't want to let go of him. Holds on to him a moment longer. "Yes, sir." She smiles at him, her expression wanton. "I'll be waiting for you." Her words a whispered tease. "Pining away." She lets go of him, proving she can in fact float. Dev might notice that her breasts are very buoyant, lifting in the water. She makes her way to the shelf, and reclines upon it, the water rippling along her curves, her long black hair framing her form. She looks like the painting of a nymph or sprite that might hang in a boudoir, all decadent, seductive and entirely shameless.
Her eyes light up as he returns. "Hello." She answers softly. Her body still on display for him. "Did you bring... soap?" She asks, one of her hands glides slowly and seductively up between her breasts, to her decolletage, neck, side of her face, and then, to push a stray strand of hair away from her eyes and tuck it behind her ear.
She blushes, the thought that Dev believes she is the most beautiful woman in the world gives her great pleasure. She doesn't argue that there are others more beautiful. Rather, she smiles at his complement. Lifts her arms as Dev instructs.
She closes her eyes, little thrills going through her at his words.
She squirms as he places dollops of something upon her. A hum in her throat when places it upon her nipples, and under her bellybutton, louder as he places it upon her hips and then her sex. She's not sure what it is, but she is very obedient, keeping her eyes firmly shut so she does not get whatever has been placed upon them into her eyes, even as her pelvis cannot help but move.
She squirms, keeping her eyes tightly shut. A little of whatever it is seeped between her lips before she closed them tight. It is cool, has turned into a near liquid in her mouth and is slightly sweet. It tastes like...cream. She can hear Dev lick his lips before feeling him start on the fingers of her left hand, sucking each one in turn, licking between her fingers, then following the inside of her forearm up to the inside of her elbow, lapping up the cool dollop and whatever else is found there. He pauses finishing the partial mouthful before cleaning the stickiness from the inside of her elbow thoroughly with his rough tongue. He pauses, smiling, "Comfortable love?"
She giggles at his tongue on the inside of her elbow. Ticklish.
"Mhmm." She is quite comfortable, if a bit... aroused. "But... I don't think this is cleaning you up." She protests meekly. Licks the cream off her lips. Naughty Parker.