Bloodpools

He groaned amidst gasps for air, the feeling even more intense than it was before.
'Fuck' he mumbled, incapable of any real thoughts as she drove him further and further towards breaking point.
However with a frustrated gasp she stopped, and he clenched his fists to calm himself down.
Opening his eyes however seeing her he instantly groaned once more watching her. It was hard to hold back and resist the temptation of touching himself there and then and finishing the job himself. However instead he stared her out, breathing heavily as he did.

She smiled seeing him in this state, unable to hide her smugness, but more than anything, more even than the desire to throw herself at him, she wanted him to come to her. Wanted to feel wanted by him, and she could never get that by giving in. He was the only person that could give it to her. With that in mind, she took a few steps backwards, leaning back against the rubble as she started touching herself, her hands moving from her breasts to between her spread legs, feeling herself growing more impatient by the minute, hating to have to wait for him.
"Don't you want me?" she asked in a childish voice, mocking him as she cocked her head to the side waiting for his reaction.

He smirked at her touching herself, although in the state he was in there was little time for words. However he managed to murmur, 'turning you on, am I?', giving her a smug smile.
Groaning once more at the sight of her, he found the feeling unbearable anymore.
Walking over to her he pushed her fully back against the rubble, bringing his hand against hers and keeping it between her legs. Watching her, he smiled. 'Keep going and I'll show you how much I want you' he smirked, fully enjoying watching her do this.

Her breathing stopped, having him over her again, the dizzy, nervous feeling returning as her heart sped up at the touch. If she were to describe her feelings at that moment, she would describe them as undescribable, but it was not lust that had her in a spell.
It took her a couple of seconds before she could register his words, and as she forced herself to begin breathing again, she did as he said, and let one hand stay between her legs whilst the other played with her naked breasts, but her wicked smile and smugness had left her, now only two wide eyes staring into the complete darkness of his, incapable of thinking or moving on her own will. She would not tell him, as she was incapable of speaking, but in that moment she had already fully surrendered to him.

He smirked up at her. 'Glad to know you can take care of yourself' he said, watching her everymove.
He leaned forward to kiss her, as she carried on touching herself, moaning into her mouth as her body brushed against his member. He moved his hands down to meet her hand playing with her breasts, moving away her hand and touching them himself whilst she still kept her hand between her legs. He then he slowly kissed her down her neck until they reached them. There he sucked on them, demandingly and impaitently, seeking the moans from her mouth he longed to hear.

An unexpected burst of warmth shot through her body once he finally laid his hands on her, and with every kiss she let a soft cry of pleasure escape her lips. She hungrily kissed him back, leaving no doubt how much she wanted him, though she'd never tell him why.
Gasping and moaning she couldn't keep her body from moving involuntary towards his, arching her back as much as her body could bear with the wound in her side, wanting every inch of his body on her. As he removed her hand from her breast, she let it slide behind his head, letting his hair fall between her fingers as she gently caressed it, not quite sure why, but it felt oddly right, and she never wanted to stop.
She let her other hand turn around, no longer touching herself, but him. Carefully she watched his reactions worried he might not like it as he had already ordered her to focus on herself. However, with a newfound smirk she realized, she had never been one to take orders from him.

He sucked her nipples harder as he suddenly felt her touch him, pressing closer to her body.
Letting out slight groans, he moved her hand away from his. He knew that as much as he wanted a release, she had already teased him far too much and he would not last very long. Rather than give her that satisfaction, he kissed down her stomach and towards her core.
Holding her hips and letting her spread her legs, he slowly kissed along her inner thigh until he was kissing her clit, sucking on it. He flicked his tongue in and out of her, keeping her firmly down as her body moved in response.

She moved her hand at his orders, but kept the other hand in his hair, tugging at it through desperate gasps and moans, never wanting him to stop, and yet wanting him to do more. Though she desperatly wanted to end the torture, he held her down, and the only thing she could do was wait, trying instead to enjoy every second, every touch. Moaning deeply and loudly she was no longer capable of holding back.
"Rin.." she whispered, though so softly she was unsure if he had even heard it. In all honesty, though his name tasted bittersweet on her lips she had no desire to let him know that, and she quickly went back to moaning to distract her mind from the dark place it had just gone.

He kept on sucking harder, his tongue licking deeper if possible. Her moans only encouraged him, and he would not let go until she was completely overcome by him. Even just listening to her was torturous for him, as his body responded to them. And yet he kept going knowing watching her would be satisfying enough.
He hummed slightly to add to the sensations, and let his hands stroke the skin of her hip as he paitently waited.

She tightened her grip on his hair and arched her back more, desperate for more.
"You bastard," she laughed breathlessly through moans as she tried to yank him up by his hair, wanting him now. She was sure if he would not let her have him soon it would drive her mad. "Come here," she begged in a soft whisper, with the desperate plea of a child.

He laughed against her, adding to her pleasure. 'No' he muttered stubbornly, looking up at her.
'Just let go and I'll be yours' he teased, knowing that by her doing so he would have won this battle.
He licked her again, slowly this time. 'You know you want to' he teased. He sucked on her clit hard. 'Think how good it will feel..' His actions grew more demanding, as he picked up pace.

She let go of his hair immidiatly, smirking down at him through moans.
"I'm not playing any games," she laughed softly through her gasps, knowing she would have lost the game now, but trying to regain a little of her remaining dignity by pretending to never have been playing the game in the first place. If he believed her or not was up to him.
"Don't you know? I'm already yours," she whispered seductively down at him, hoping this would be enough for him to give her what she wanted. She mentally winced as she realized how true her last words were, and within a second an anger towards herself had begun rising.

He moved away just so he could smirk at her.
'Oh really?' he asked. 'Thats a shame..' He laughed. 'Because I don't intend on losing this one.'
He replaced his mouth with his hands, which rubbed her clit, as he moved to whisper in her ear. 'I just want you to cum for me' he teased. 'Its really not so hard.' He licked behind her earlobe, then started to kiss at her neck.
Moving to be just inches from her face he asked, 'Please?' before laughing and kissing her.

She knew what he was trying to do, and though she would normally give in to it, she was starting to take some of her anger out on him.
"I'm afraid your fingers doesn't quite get me there," she teased through gritted teeth as the pleasure was hard to keep hidden.
She kissed him back hungrily, nibbling on his bottom lip, as she closed her eyes, giving in to the pleasure, even if refusing to climax.
"Maybe you should try a different tactic," she moaned, hoping this would get her what she wanted. Him. All of him.

He groaned in frustration, removing his fingers wet from touching her rubbing his shaft to gain some relief. Gasping as he touched himself, he rolled over to lie on his back alongside her. Greedily, his eyes watched her naked form as he continued to rub himself up and down, proving to her he did not need her to get some form of pleasure.
Smirking as he groaned, he outstretched an arm, gesturing her to come over. 'You want me..' he panted. 'Join me.'
He pulled her arm and grabbed her hips, making her settle on top of him. He looked at her with lust. 'No more games.. just fucking finish this' he said in frustration.

She smiled as he positioned her over him, feeling his naked skin underneath her.
Never had he allowed her to have such an amazing power over him. Earlier he would never have allowed her on top, to do what she wanted without question. She smirked at the tiny victory as she laid her body down on his, wanting to feel every inch of his body, absorbing his body warmth before she reached down to grab his shaft gently, smiling down at him in a seemingly loving way, even if mockingly.
"I told you. I'm not playing any games," she whispered seductively as she led him to her opening, sliding it in painfully slow.
But if I was, I'd win, she thought smirking to herself.

He groaned as she made him enter slowly, the feeling of her tight against him almost unbearable. Raising his hips slightly, he eagerly awaited her movements. He had already been teased so much, and he could not bear the tension inside him anymore. All he was waiting for was the rushing release he would soon feel.
Impaitently he watched her smiling. She always won, but he could not care less right now. He just wanted to feel more. He tried to think of anything to ensure he would hold on, and ride this out to the full.

She impatiently started moving, rubbing her body against his own as her hips moved on their own.
For too long had she been anticipating this moment, and it was hard, almost impossible, to hold back now that it was here.
She wanted nothing more than to tease him further, to watch him as he weakened under her grip, but with every rapid movement she made she felt the warmth building up in her, the pleasure threatening to be released any second. She had no intentions of holding back. It would be a bittersweet victory if she would not get what she wanted, and she found it pointless to hold back at all, only wanting the sweet relief.
He must have noticed she was close by the way she continuously tensed her body, her movements becoming faster and more rapid, uncontrolled. He must have already known, and so she did nothing to try to cover it up.
"Looks like you might be getting your wish," she whispered teasingly against his lips before she kissed him hungrily.

He himself moaned out as he felt her moving on him, but at her words he knew he would hold on to see that.
Groaning as he met the movements of her hips, he gasped for air and smiled back at her. He then kissed her back, evidently matching her hunger as he sped up his movements.
Feeling her muscles tighten around him every so often only made it harder for him to control himself, but he did, mostly out of discomfort from lying against the uneven rocks that disrupted his movements.

She let herself go, unable to hold back any longer, and reacher her climax as her body collapsed onto his, tensening in uncontrollable tics as she enjoyed the sensation, riding it out hoping he would reach the same relief, kissing him passionatly.
It was a bittersweet sensation to lay her lips over his, knowing it could only last for a short moment before she would have to rip herself away from him, and he would be gone, this time not only for a night, but for all she knew this could be the last time she felt her body against hers, or the sweet, tingling sensation his lips would leave on her body. She intended to make the most out of this last moment, clinging herself onto him as if reluctant to let go, though after her climax had passed she forced herself to loosen her grip on him.

He felt her climax and he smirked as he watched her expression. No longer needing to hold back himself, he groaned loudly at let his hips move faster, keeping his hands firmly placed either side of hers to keep her moving as he felt the pleasure grow.
Kissing her deeply to quieten the moans, he closed his eyes and hungrily let his toungue play with hers.
Unable to hold his pace, his kept moving over and over until the pleasure was too much to bear, and he felt himself release inside her. Collapsing back against the rubble, with her still lying on him, he breathed heavily. Trying to regain his heartbeat, he lay motionless.

She laid on his chest, reluctant to get off of him, knowing that when she did she would not be able to touch him anymore for a really long time if ever, and so she lied there exhausted, using that as an excuse not to get up. However, she gently let her lips part with his as she looked down on him, slightly enjoying his flustered face, not quite being able to hold in the mockery, not even now.
"You're awfully cute when you're weak," she said, repeating her earlier mockery, but quickly grabbing the knife before he had the chance to regain his energy, knowing it would cost her dearly if he got his hands on it. She let it slide across the room in hopes he wouldn't want to get up to get it, and that if he tried she could always hold him down, if only for a little while.

He frowned at her, but he was in little mood to punish her. He could only settle with the thought that he was soon to be rid of her, and whatever would happen next would certainly quieten her mockery in the meanwhile.
He smirked. 'Its amusing to watch you too' he laughed, knowing she could hardly talk. He looked around them, still lying on rubble. 'We need to get going' he muttered, when she had not yet moved. He did not really understand what she wanted from him now that they were both satisfied once more. Plus he didn't like the idea of the knife being far from him. If he were to lose it then he would be in trouble, and therefore it nerved him seeing it out of reach.

She finally got off of him, realizing she had laid on him for far too long already. She was surprised he hadn't snapped like last time, but she assumed he was either too tired, or it had just stopped bothering him as much. It annoyed her she couldn't get to him as much as before.
"I know," she mumbled as she climbed to her feet, putting on her bloody top and reaching for her pants. Her heart was caught in her throat when she was finally dressed and ready to clear the rubble once again. She moved to the rubble quickly, starting up where she had left off, the sight of the stairs scaring her once again.
She was no longer looking at him, focusing rather on staying alive than her masochistic feelings for him.

He stood up and got off her, picking up his clothes and dressing himself.
Immeadiately he went to pick up the knife off the floor, putting it back in his belt. He instantly felt more relaxed with it close to him once more.
Walking back, he looked down at the stairs, helping to remove the last pieces of rubble with her.
'Are you ready?' he smirked her way. 'After these last pieces we should probably get going' he said.
He didn't have the paitence to wait for very long.