He bent close to her, enough for every whisper to be a vibration. "We're not done yet."

Diane gasped then moaned when the hot, heavy length of him pressed against her slick entrance. "Aegon..." she breathed. Not quite believing this moment.

"When I tell you to, I need you to draw on Aether" he whispered, his hand gripping her hip. No giving her time to think about it.

He thrust into her in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The force shoved her forward, her fingers clawing into the sofa's upholstery to keep balance.

"Fuck," Aegon cursed under his breath, his hips already pistoning hard into her. He slammed into her, his pace ruthless, every thrust punctuated by the sound of skin meeting skin.

"Now Diane." he growled, but his hips betrayed him, driving deeper, faster.

Too dumbfounded and confused to think about it so she did. Drawing on Aether as he rammed into her from behind.

Aegon pushed back against him, matching his rhythm, moaning loud enough to drown out his muttered curses.

His hand slid up her back, fisting into her hair, yanking her head up so she arched for him. "Just like that," he groaned, pounding into her harder, his breath ragged against her ear.

"God, Joey."

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding. The scent of sex hung thick in the air.

Aegon could already feel her Aether run through him now too, he'd copied another, but refused to let go.

He slammed into her harder, his grip on her hips bruising. "Moan for me."

"Mmph... Nnngh!"

Diane only moaned louder, her nails dragging across the cushions.

He growled, fucking her rigorously, each thrust deeper, faster, more savage than the last.

He was close but he bit down on the inside of his cheek, forcing himself to hold back. He wasn't ready to stop. Not yet.

Aegon pulled out of her and switched position. He wanted to watch her so he sat on the sofa just as Diane took off the rest of her clothes.

Then she was on him—straddling him.

She sank down in one smooth, merciless stroke, swallowing him whole. They both cried out.

Her nails raked down his chest through his shirt as she began to move, riding him with a rhythm that was hypnotic.

"Goddamn it, Diane," Aegon snarled, his head tipping back against the cushions.

His hands flew to her hips, gripping hard, trying to control her pace. But she was relentless, rolling her hips, grinding down, squeezing him from every angle.

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You like that, baby? That's what you've been missing."

He had no reply as he groaned louder, trying to focus on not ending things too quickly. His eyes rolled back as she clenched around him.

The sofa rocked beneath them, squeaking with every thrust. She threw her head back, hair spilling over her shoulders, her breasts bouncing with every rise and fall.

Joey couldn't stop watching, couldn't stop wanting. He finally decided to move his mouth for her breasts.

When his tongue finally touched her skin, she let out a soft gasp. He moved slowly, alternating between both nipples, his hands steady on her waist as though afraid she'd slip away.

Diane's head fell forward as her fingers tangled in his hair, her breath catching in short, broken gasps.

She clutched him tighter, her nails grazing his scalp as a low sound escaped her throat.

She gasped, biting her lower lip, her body arching toward him in instinctive rhythm.

Aegon's mouth never stopped moving — his lips and tongue alternating between gentle licks and hungry sucks against her breasts.

The dual sensations overwhelmed her, blurring thought into pure feeling. Every inch of her seemed to belong to his touch.

Her toes curled and stretched, the muscles in her thighs trembling as waves of pleasure rippled through her.

The rhythm between them built slowly, perfectly in sync.

The space between them was electric, alive, filled with small sounds — her sighs, his uneven breaths, the slickness of his cock moving in and out of her.

He felt her tremble beneath him, that perfect shiver that told him she was close. Aegon gritted his teeth, sweat sliding down his temple as he fought the urge to lose himself too soon.

Her hands moved from his hair to hanging crooked in the air, useless. Diane couldn't take it anymore. Her breath broke into sharp, frantic gasps until the sound turned into a cry.

Her body finally gave in as wave after wave of orgasmic tremors rippled through her.

Her moved now limp but still she held onto Aegon who wasn't done just yet.

Thrust after thrust until the night had blurred away leaving mesh of sweat, skin and pleasure.

Her screams and moans had soon turned into his favorite melody just as he approached his end.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, his hips bucking up into her despite himself. His stomach tightened, his cock throbbing with the warning pulse he knew too well.

"No... no," he panted, his hands flying to her waist, trying to lift her off him. Lightning sparking in his chest. "I can't—fuck, I'm about to—"

But Diane was faster. She slammed herself down harder, locking her thighs around him, refusing to let go. "Yes, Aegon," she moaned. "Give me all of you."

She clung tighter, nails digging into his shoulders, grinding against him with desperate abandon. His cock twitched inside her, it was too late.

He groaned, his head snapping back against the sofa. Hips jerking violently upward as his orgasm tore through him. He spilled inside her, his curses dissolving into guttural groans.

Diane moaned in unison, riding him through it, her nails dragging down his chest as she milked every last drop.

When it finally ebbed, Aegon slumped against the sofa, sweat dripping down his temple, chest heaving.

His hands slid helplessly from her hips, she stayed seated on him, her body pulsing with his release inside her.

Until she collapsed onto him. Their body heat, sweat and essence practically mixed together.

He finally shut his eyes for the day, after all tomorrow was yet another problem.

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