Piofiore - May I Touch You?
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squeaklingsTitle: May I Touch You?
Wordcount: 6327
Fandom: Piofiore
Rating: R18
Warnings: Set directly after It Could Never be A Sin to Love You. Pure smut.
Summary They sat that way for a while, the silence of night stretching between them before Orlok gazed down at Liliana pressed against his chest, mouth parted slightly as she looked up at him. He traced the fingers of his left hand against her cheek before stopping by the bow of her lips, and she felt her heart flutter.
"May I kiss you?"
Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt without her notice. "Please "
Orlok's heart beat steady against her cheek as Lili wound her arms around him to pull herself as close as possible. Her fingers pressed against his back, bunching up his shirt as she tried to cling to him, and Orlok shifted her so she was sitting against his lap. His arms draped her shoulders, holding her close as he played with her hair and nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head.
They sat that way for a while, the silence of night stretching between them before Orlok gazed down at Liliana pressed against his chest, mouth parted slightly as she looked up at him. He traced the fingers of his left hand against her cheek before stopping by the bow of her lips, and she felt her heart flutter.
"May I kiss you?"
Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt without her notice. "Please "
His fingers lingered before being replaced with his lips, soft and warm against hers. Unsure what to do with his hand, he dropped it awkwardly beside them before Lili twined their fingers together.
"I like when you touch me," she said through the lump in her throat, lips brushing against his with each word. She brought their joined hands up to her cheek and pressed a quick kiss against his knuckles. Whatever nerves she’d mustered to do so left her stomach fluttering and face warm.
Orlok made a sound deep in his throat she could not understand, and pulled his hand from hers to draw a line of fire from her temple to her chin. His touch was light, tentative, but it burned all the same.
"I'm sorry I only have one hand to touch you with," he said softly, his sweet voice at odds with the way he was making her feel as his lips brushed hers. His prosthetic hand was curled at her hip in the fabric of her nightgown.
Something dropped, deep in her belly, and Liliana shivered at the words and implications. "You're here to touch me. That's all I need."
Orlok gazed down at her, wide-eyed, as she broke the kiss and shyly looked away, her words finally registering. Was this what love and desire did? Made someone say the most embarrassing things? Thoughts about anything other than him were sluggish, if she could think of anything at all. She was so warm; her body thrummed every place it touched Orlok's.
Fingers against her temple drew her back, and she watched his eyes, transfixed by the sheer awe in his expression as he followed the lines of her face down to her neck to gently trace her pulse. She shifted, still pressed against his chest, so he could get better access to follow the curve of her neck down to where it met her shoulder.
At some point her hands had come to rest beside her cheek; his heart was beating steadily under her palms, if quickly, and she curled her fingers into the fabric before spreading them along the planes of his chest. His hand stilled against her neck for a moment before he resumed his survey, and Liliana was caught between focusing on the light tickle the pads of his fingers drew out of her, or the firm muscles of his chest as she slowly explored him with her hands.
Orlok shifted suddenly, and Liliana felt her back pressed into the bed as Orlok hovered over her, his right knee between her thighs. Heat pooled between her legs, the feeling so intense she gasped, but if he noticed he said nothing. He simply continued his explorations, left hand trailing fire from her neck down across her clavicle and to the swell of her breasts.
"Your skin is really soft," he whispered, mouth hovering near her ear. His fingers pressed gently into her skin just above her neckline, but instead of continuing further he moved them over towards her shoulder and pressed his lips against her jaw. This wasn't like the light brush of his lips against hers; she could feel his breath against her, his mouth open as he tasted from her jaw down to her pulse.
Lili gasped, her right hand gripping his shirt while her left wrapped around his neck to dig her fingers into his shoulder blades. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and then his lips were off her skin as he sat up. She blinked in surprise, an apology on her lips as he used both hands to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off to toss onto the ground behind him.
"I wanted to feel your hands," he started to say, then stopped as their positions dawned on him. Lili lay beneath him, hands still lifted from where they'd pressed against his body, her chest heaving and hair in disarray against the pillow. "Ah, I, um…" His cheeks burned red. "Is this okay…?"
The tension that was building in her broke as Liliana laughed brightly and grabbed his cheeks to pull him down into a kiss. Orlok's chest pressed heavy against hers before he caught his balance, his right arm next to her shoulder and supporting his weight.
Her kiss was light at first, playful, and she could feel his smile against her lips. She broke the kiss only for him to follow her lips, and while his smile remained some of the playfulness was absent. Lili’s chest tightened and they both paused as the air changed around them.
Taking a cue from the way he'd lavished attention on her neck, Lili parted her lips as she kissed him again, strangely hesitant. He followed suit almost immediately, breath hot and wet and oh, this was different. She'd never understood when the other girls gossiped about melting into kisses, but she thought she knew now.
They hadn't, however, mentioned knocking teeth. Lili turned her head slightly, trying to press further into the kiss at the same moment Orlok did only to bump their teeth. They pulled away with a start, awkward and embarrassed, until Orlok chuckled softly.
"Sorry!" Lili brushed her thumb over his lips, and he caught her hand to kiss her palm. "I didn't, um, bite you? Did I?"
"No." His eyes held so much affection it hurt, and Liliana suddenly found it hard to breathe. Orlok kissed her palm again before turning her hand in his, twining their fingers together before placing their hands against his heart. "Can we try that again, though?" He flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. "I liked that."
Lili pulled her hand from his to press it flat against his chest, and wound the other around his shoulder to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Orlok shivered against her and she smiled before pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead.
"I liked it, too." She kissed his forehead again, then his cheek, before he turned his head and caught her lips with his. Her hand on his chest splayed out as he pressed closer to her, and her other hand trailed down the back of his neck to his shoulder blades again, fingers massaging into the muscles of his back. Without his shirt in the way she could feel every movement beneath the skin, and she unconsciously traced each scar with her fingertips as he kissed her.
Orlok shifted above her as he brought his left hand to her neck to continue tracing her pulse, his lips never leaving hers, but his thigh brushed against her center and Lili's eyes flew open as she gasped. He paused instantly, pulling away enough to get a clear look at her expression.
"I'm sorry, Lili. Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head as she tried to get words out. That was a new sensation, one she desperately wanted again despite the embarrassment seizing her body.
"N-no, it…" She swallowed and traced her fingers up his back and into his hair. "Your leg, it…it felt good." She was going to combust. "I was just surprised."
Orlok shivered under her touch but made no other movements. She wished he would say something. Had she actually upset him? Her heart fluttered wildly at that, and she must have made a sound because he smiled softly and pressed his forehead against hers.
And then his hand moved again, down the line of her neck, across her clavicle, and to the neckline of her nightgown. This time, though, he pressed his palm over her mark, fingers dipping to brush the hidden parts of her breast.
"May I see you?"
Her breath hitched and she froze. Orlok slowly pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, is that bad?"
"N-no, just…" She grasped his hand and pressed it to her cheek. "It's embarrassing. I've never shown myself to someone…"
"I think you're beautiful." His thumb brushed her lips, drawing a sigh from her. "But if you don't want to, that's okay." He paused. "May I still touch you?"
His honest, open expression melted her heart and she pressed a kiss to his palm. "It's not that I don't want to. I'm just…nervous." She laughed a bit. "I've never done anything like this before."
Orlok smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. "Me, neither. But… I'd like to try, if you'll have me?"
Stomach fluttering and heat building between her legs, Lili tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but couldn’t. Her breath hitched, and Orlok’s thumb against her lip stilled; she hadn’t noticed he’d been gently brushing it across her mouth. Before he could say anything she kissed his fingers and lifted her hands up into his hair to pull him down. He came to her with barely any prodding, lips soft against hers, and she nodded. "...Please."
Orlok kissed her again before pulling away so he could grab the hem of her nightgown. He glanced at her through his lashes, that same soft smile she loved so much gracing his face, and Lili nodded as she reached down to help him.
Other than the sound of fabric shifting the room was silent, even their breaths stilled as Lili sat up so Orlok could pull the gown up and over her head to join his shirt behind them. She didn't even feel the cold as he stared openly, taking her in.
She'd thought his gaze would embarrass her–and it did–but more than that it stoked the heat in her lower belly into a blaze. Watching him memorize every line of her body made her giddy, and any inner voice that might have told her this was wrong quietly died away.
Oblivious to any inner turmoil Lili may have, Orlok leaned in closer, their knees touching, and traced his left hand down her side from neck to hip. When his fingers ghosted across her stomach she giggled involuntarily and he splayed his hand against her. "You're ticklish?"
"Only there," she said, and followed his hand as he danced his fingers across her belly. The scars on his arm drew her attention, and as he memorized the curve of her hip she studied his chest.
Orlok was riddled with scars; the largest was longer than her hand and dragged diagonally down the left side of his chest, but he had many more small innocuous ones covering his body. Lili pressed her hand against his heart and Orlok sucked in a breath as she gently traced a path from scar to scar.
"Lili?"
"You've been hurt so much," she whispered. Her fingers continued their path across his body before she brought her hand to the junction of flesh and metal. "So many of these were for my sake. Your arm…"
He pulled his arm back but she quickly grabbed it and held it close to her chest. "Don't. It's a part of you. I love everything that you are." He whispered her name and she leaned closer to press her forehead against his. "I just hate that I was the cause of your pain."
"I don't regret it," he answered, lowering his prosthetic to rest comfortably against her hip. "It means I can live here with you."
She brought her hand to his cheek at that, gently running her thumb across his lips as her heart swelled too much to form words. Orlok leaned into the touch with a sigh, and kissed her thumb when it brushed past his lips. Lili shivered, and he kissed her again, drawing a sound she didn't realize was from her as he pulled the digit into his mouth.
His name came out as a gasp as his arms suddenly tightened around her and Lili found herself all but sitting in his lap. It was so easy to forget how strong he was. His right hand settled low on her hip, and he held the hand he'd kissed in his left, giving each finger the same treatment he'd just given her thumb.
"O-orlok…" his name came out more as a moan than a word, and she felt his smile around her little finger as he sucked it.
"I like your hands," he finally said, leaving her fingers to drop onto his shoulder and instead press his nose against hers. "Was that…ok?"
From the heat coursing through her and the uncomfortable way her underwear clung wetly to her, Liliana could only nod; she didn't trust herself to speak. He kissed her, and his left hand trailed along her skin to the mark on her breast.
"I like this, too," he whispered, and leaned her back slightly, supported by his right arm across her lower back. Lili gasped as his left hand brushed against her mark again, to be followed by his lips as he gently pressed her back down onto the bed.
"Orlok…" he glanced up at her through his lashes but did not take his lips off her. "You shouldn’t… That's…" Words were difficult. "It's unsightly…"
"Nope." He smiled against her skin. "You were just saying how my prosthetic was a part of me." His tongue dipped out to taste her and Lili's fingers found his hair to busy themselves with. "Your mark is as beautiful as the rest of you."
"I–"
Whatever she was going to say screeched to a halt as his left hand traced the swell of her other breast before gently cupping her in his palm. His fingers kneaded softly at her skin as his thumb brushed across her nipple. It took all she had not to rub her legs together, but Orlok must have noticed because he paused, mouth still pressed to her breast.
Slowly, as if he was afraid, he pressed his thigh between her legs on purpose, and Lili’s nails dug into his back as she arched against him. “Ah–! S-sorry!” She tried to soothe the marks she’d left, gently running the pads of her fingers over them, but Orlok did it again and she groaned.
“You said it felt nice. Before." He kissed her breast before switching to the other, and his left hand hovered awkwardly between them, his knuckles gently brushing against her stomach. The cool metal of his right hand pressed against her side. . “...Should I not have?"
Instead of answering she pressed her hands into his back, urging him on. He shuddered slightly and his right arm slid under her as he rocked forward. He pressed a kiss to her breast before taking her nipple into his mouth, tongue warm and wet as he licked her. Liliana arched against him again, one hand tangled in his hair as her other traced the muscles of his back as he moved against her.
Rare though they were, her fantasies had not prepared her for how good she felt. Sex had always been a distant concept not for her. The church was all she knew and needed, and it was easy enough to tamp down any illicit feelings that crept in at the dark of night.
There was no stopping these feelings now, though, as Orlok eventually moved from her breast back up to her neck, hot breath ghosting her skin as he panted.
"Lili…?" he whispered, so soft she could barely hear him past the soft moans she couldn't stop. He paused, his thigh no longer touching her, and she thought she heard herself whimper. "...May I touch you?"
His words didn't make sense. "You already are…"
Something brushed against her lower belly, and she realized after a moment that his hand was pressed against her, his fingers dipping just below the band of her underwear.
Ahh… She didn't even have the decency to be embarrassed. "Yes. Please."
His breath hitched. "Would you…" He swallowed and licked his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing her neck. "Would you…touch me, too?"
She could feel that too, straining against his pants. Logically, she knew what that implied; she'd learned enough in her brief sexual education to have a basic clinical knowledge of how sex functioned. With her own body so excited now, however, there was nothing clinical about her thoughts.
"Yes."
His eyes brightened despite the blush staining his cheeks, and he sat up to shimmy off the bed and strip. Liliana sat up as well, peeling her underwear off, surprised how…messy they were. Orlok didn't seem to mind as he rejoined her, his fingers brushing her calf as he helped her finish removing her final piece of clothing.
Knelt in front of her as he was, Liliana couldn't help the way her eyes drew down to his erection. This wouldn't be the first time she'd seen him naked, although she had never admitted it to him or herself. She'd convinced herself that she hadn't tried to look back in the hideout; she'd been too worried about his wound getting infected, and had turned away quickly.
But seeing him excited like this stirred something deep in her core, some primal need that wouldn't let her look away. She reached her hand out and lightly brushed her fingers along his length, giving in to her curiosity and surprised how soft the skin felt despite being so…firm. Orlok sucked in a breath and she quickly snatched her hand away.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"N-no," he said, though it was more groan than word. "That felt…really good…" She nodded and slowly reached out again, touch still light as she gently wrapped her fingers around him. He felt good in her hand as she slowly ran the pads of her fingers along the tip of his erection and down along his length. Orlok made a sound that went straight through to her center. Emboldened, she slowly pumped her hand up and down his length, glancing up at him through her lashes.
His eyes met hers, half-lidded though they were, and Lili couldn't stop the shudder that passed through her. There was something feral in his gaze, a look she'd never seen that thrilled her. The heat in her belly shifted lower to pulse between her legs. She scooted closer, her hand never stopping, and leaned in to kiss him with a new-found hunger.
His tongue found hers almost as soon as their lips touched, hot and wet, and she surged against him, breasts pressed to his chest as she nearly squeezed his erection in her eagerness. He growled and grabbed her hand, loosening her grip and then moving their hands together to get a rhythm that made his breath hitch. She could feel the tip of him against her belly, rubbing against her skin, and kissed him harder as he moaned against her mouth.
And then suddenly she was on her back, Orlok hovering over her as he panted and dug his nails into the bed on either side of her head. Lili gasped and slowed her hand, but he growled again and shook his head slightly, resting his forehead against hers. Electricity burned through her at the sound; she needed to hear it again.
“Please…don’t stop…”
She did as he asked, drawing her fingers along his length, enjoying the feel of him shuddering under her touch. His mouth was open above her, eyes closed as he panted; sweat stuck his hair to his cheeks, and he’d never looked so beautiful. Her free hand traced the scar near his heart up towards his throat to finally rest along the back of his head where she buried her fingers in his hair.
She wanted him. His erection pressed against her stomach as he rutted into her hand, and her entire body thrummed with need, the wetness between her legs testament to her desire. She lifted her head so she could catch his lips in hers, his name a plea. His kiss was messy and unfocused as he moaned, and suddenly his eyes flew open as he gasped against her lips.
“Ah–!”
Something warm spilled across her stomach as he jerked in her hand and his entire body shuddered.
“S-sorry!” they said in tandem as they stared at each other in shock. Lili's chest heaved, and even Orlok sounded out of breath. He recovered first and quickly lifted himself off her and scrambled from the bed to return with his towel. He wiped her stomach off while trying not to look at her, and Lili pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“I didn’t mean to–”
“I should have stopped–”
Their words blended together and Orlok glanced at her, his mortification ebbing slightly to see her smiling shyly at him. “I didn’t…expect it to happen like that,” he finally said, glancing at the towel before he tossed it back onto the floor. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and she reached out to trace his back. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be.” She pressed her fingers against him until he looked at her, and she motioned for him to come closer. He crawled over to her and she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “I’m happy I could make you, um…” She made a vague gesture towards her stomach.
“It felt good,” he admitted between kisses. “Oh, but I forgot to touch you, too.”
Lili didn’t know how she could still blush, but outside the heat of the moment her neck burned up as he gently pushed her back down onto the bed. “I-it’s ok, you don’t have to.”
His eyes traced her face. “Do you still want me to?”
Her throat tightened and she swallowed. Orlok repositioned himself so he hovered over her again, one leg between her knees and his left hand on her belly.
“A-aren’t you tired though?” She knew enough to know a man was usually exhausted after…that. The heat in her belly hadn’t gone away, and her breath hitched as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin below her belly button, but everything she’d learned or heard implied that his release was the end for the night.
“I am, but I’ll be fine.” He kissed her, a smile on his lips. “Do you still want me to?”
She nodded, voice caught in her throat, and he kissed her again as his hand slid down to rest between her legs.
This was…not like his knee. The shock that traveled through her left her biting back gasps as Orlok slid his fingers along her mound and between her folds. His touch was soft and hesitant at first, more awed exploration than sexual as he learned the feel of her. He kept glancing at her shyly, as if unsure he should be looking at her sex or her face.
“You’re really wet,” he said softly, his eyes finally settling on his hand. Lili nearly choked in embarrassment. “...Is that good?”
“It–” She licked her lips and panted as he tentatively slid the tip of his finger into her. “Yes. It means…I’m excited… L-like your–” She brushed his length and he shivered. “When it was–”
He slid his finger further in and she gasped and arched against him. Needing him closer, she reached out to pull him towards her, fingers grasping at his shoulders as he came to her easily and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he pulled his finger from inside her, only to press it in again, taking his time as he played with her. Without realizing, her nails dug into his shoulders and she gasped his name against his lips.
He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat. What was she supposed to focus on; his lips on her skin or his finger gliding in and out of her. The sounds it made were obscene, but Orlok didn’t seem to mind.
“M-more…” Was that her voice? Orlok paused and then slowly pulled his hand from between her legs. She whimpered, but he repositioned himself, spreading her legs so he hovered more squarely over her.
“Like this?” He pressed himself flat against her, and she was surprised to feel he was already getting hard again. Nothing like when she had her hand around him, but enough to make her shiver in anticipation. He moved his hips so he slid along her folds and she choked back a gasp.
The pressure felt so good, stoking the heat already burning through her, but it still didn’t feel like enough. She moved her hips opposite his, chasing some kind of friction that was missing, and he leaned in close to kiss her.
“Want…” she gasped out around his lips, and he paused. “Inside…” If she was in a normal state she’d die of embarrassment.
“I can’t–” he cut himself off and shifted above her, and she peeked her eyes open to see him frowning. She hadn’t realized she’d even closed them. He must have noticed her looking at him because he smiled shyly, his face as red as hers. "I'm not…ready yet."
He caught her whimper with his lips, his kiss sweet and gentle as he started moving against her again. Lili traced his back, muscles slick with sweat. She loved the feel of him, the way his muscles moved under her fingertips, every scar.
Eventually her hands drifted down to his hips, holding on as he rocked against her. Her right hand drifted between them to brush against his erection; it was easy to run her fingers along his length with her own arousal coating his skin. Orlok shuddered above her and groaned against her lips.
"L-Lili…," he warned, but she only stroked him faster. Every thrust of Orlok's fed the need burning between her legs, but it was never enough. She wanted him. As he grew harder under her touch she found trepidation mixing with the desire burning through her, though. Neither of them knew what they were doing; would it hurt? Would it feel as good as this did?
"It's okay," she whispered against his lips, pressing her free hand against his chest. There was no point in speculating; they were here now. She could feel his heart racing. "I want this. I want you."
His movements stilled, and her heart froze in her throat. Had saying what she felt scared him off? She'd let her inhibitions free, but was that too forward? Before she could fully panic, his hand wrapped around hers as he readjusted himself at her entrance. He gently pulled her hand free and kissed each finger before twining them together and pressed their hands into the pillow by her head.
"I love you."
He pushed into her before she could respond, and caught her gasp with his lips. It was only a little bit and already she could feel herself stretching around him. Orlok held himself still, releasing her mouth to press his forehead against hers and gasp for air. Her breasts pressed up against his chest as they both breathed heavily, and she wound her hand up around his neck to cling to him.
"Y-you can…" she gasped, then winced as he pushed deeper. He froze instantly.
"S-sorry, are you–"
"I'm okay, just…" Her fingers pressed into his back. It didn't hurt so much as feel uncomfortable, and after a few moments her hand smoothed out along his muscles. "I'm okay now."
He kissed her, and in one thrust buried himself the rest of the way in. The gasp she made ripped from her throat as she threw her head back and Orlok chased her lips, not quite able to completely muffle the sound. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they needed to be quiet, but it was so difficult. Everything was too much but not enough, and she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think past the feel of him inside and around her.
Compared to her he was silent, his breaths steady if heavy. She could feel him trembling as he held himself still, waiting on her, attentive as he’d always been. Shifting her hips caused him to groan, though, and he squeezed her hand harder and lowered his face to rest against her neck.
“L-lili…”
She kissed his temple and gently ran her free hand up and down his back. In the flickering light of the lamp she realized she was as sweaty as him. The air around them felt heavy, and his usual soap and linen scent was shadowed by a musk she didn’t find unpleasant at all.
“I’m okay. Please.” Make love to me froze on her tongue, what little self awareness she still possessed finding the words too difficult to voice. It was easier to just move her hips against his, urging him on silently.
The bed creaked slightly as he moved, the sound loud against the stillness in the air. From the gossip she’d heard, and her own illicit fantasies, Lili slowly realized the reality was not quite what she had imagined. The initial discomfort had been expected, but weren’t they just supposed to…meld after that? Two bodies as one, she’d heard. But for every time he thrust into her and stoked the fire in her belly, she would chase his hips and ruin the rhythm. At least twice Orlok pulled back too far and nearly slipped out of her.
“This is…more difficult than I thought it would be...” Orlok muttered under his breath as he repositioned himself, and Lili felt a laugh bubble up in her chest. “...Hehe, don’t laugh,” he chuckled with her, the tension in their bodies easing as she pressed her face into his neck to muffle herself. “That tickles.”
“Sorry, it’s just…” She readjusted herself as she wrapped her legs around his calves and moaned. That felt…really nice.
“It’s just?” His shallow thrust brought her back to herself.
“I…” Really, to be embarrassed by words when they were like this. “I always imagined my first time as perfect. We keep making mistakes…”
Orlok frowned slightly. “I’m sorry, I–”
“Don’t apologize,” she interrupted, and tightened her grip on his legs. He sucked in a breath and thrust into her, deeper than before. When she could breathe again she continued. “Please don’t apologize. I’m happy, I don’t regret this at all.”
He untangled his hand from hers and cupped her cheek as his right hand slid down the bed to press against her backside. She found she liked the feel of his metal fingers against her flushed skin as he gripped her hips and moved her to meet his thrusts.
"Me neither," he whispered as he kissed her. His left hand traveled down her throat to her breast. "During my lecture," he continued, lips brushing hers as he thrust again and ran his thumb over her nipple, "I thought of you. You're my first and only fantasy." Her breath hitched and she clung to him tighter. "So…if you want…" He pressed his lips to her ear. "Tell me your fantasies, and they can be mine, too."
The spark that jolted up her spine took her breath, and she could only cling as he continued his slow, gentle thrusts. His words echoed over and over in her mind, leaving her giddy and hot in the same way his growl did earlier. The lack of response didn’t seem to bother him, his breaths hot against her neck. Thoughts were hard, words harder, but she eventually found her voice. Lili turned her head slightly, lips brushing his ear, and he shivered.
"Thank you, but… You. Right now all I want is you." She pressed a kiss to his neck just below his ear, tasting the salt on his skin, and his grip tightened on her hip. “Please make love to me.”
As if a chain had broken, Orlok gasped and then clutched her tightly against him as he thrust hard and deep into her. Lili’s eyes widened in surprise before she bit down on his neck to keep herself from crying out. He made that sound that sent fire through her, and she couldn’t think past the feel of him as he pushed into her again and again.
She whispered his name against his neck, soothing the bite mark she’d left as she threaded her hands into his hair. Her legs tightened around his thighs with every thrust; they’d found their rhythm finally, but it still didn’t feel like enough. That heat burned low in her belly, and she chased it with every jerk of their hips but it was always just out of reach.
“Hnn…Orlok,” she whispered his name like a plea. “I can’t… I need–”
He massaged her breast with his left hand, thumb playing with her nipple as he pressed his mouth along her jaw near her ear. “This?” She shook her head; it was good, but not what she needed. He slowed down his thrusts, but she very quickly shook her head at that. She could feel his smile against her skin.
When he lifted her thigh with his right hand and changed the angle she nearly pulled some of his hair out. “Ah, y-ye–” Orlok held her steady as he drove deep and her toes curled against his calves. “M-mo… Ah!”
All the tension that had been building within her was thrumming, just on the cusp of breaking. Both hands on her hips now, he picked up the pace, the sounds of their lovemaking loud in her ears. The bed creaked again; Lili couldn’t stop to worry about how loud that may be as Orlok whispered her name over and over in her ear.
And then a wave of relief broke through the heat burning through her, and she only just barely bit back the cry that tried to rip from her throat. Stars blinded her vision as she rode out her release, unable to stop the soft cries that followed each heavy exhale.
When she came back to her senses Orlok’s forehead was pressed to the junction of her neck and shoulder, his back hunched as he pulled her hips to meet every frantic thrust. Her hands soothed out the tousled hairs she had knotted her fingers into, and she whispered into his ear. “I love you.”
He cried out into her shoulder, the sound barely muffled as he jerked his hips into her and rode out his own release. Lili held him close as he came, pressing kisses into his hair as she stroked his back. When he finally stilled his breaths were ragged, and she smiled as he looked up at her through his lashes.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded and she untangled their legs as he slowly pulled away; she felt cold and empty as he sat back to look at her, eyes roaming all over her body. When he suddenly clambered off the bed she sat up, confused, only to blush as he returned with the discarded towel again. She eyed him shyly as he knelt next to her and gently spread her legs further apart. “Ah, sorry…” he apologized as the towel rubbed against her center and she sucked in a breath. “Did I…hurt you…?”
“N-no,” she leaned back onto her elbows. “It’s just…sensitive…right now.” Her cheeks burned as he continued to clean her thighs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She brushed her finger against the mark she’d left on his neck.
“No.” Task finished, he discarded the towel and leaned over her, one arm on either side of her hips. “You didn’t hurt me.” His smile was shy. “...You did pull my hair though.”
Lili buried her face in her hands and Orlok gathered her into his arms with a chuckle. She went easily, exhaustion creeping in as she settled against his warm body. Her muscles already started feeling sore; hopefully she'd be fine in the morning.
Before she could even contemplate sleep, Orlok picked her up suddenly and gently deposited her on the chair by her window. She hugged herself to keep back the cold as he returned to the bed. "Orlok?"
He looked bashful. "I'm gonna…remake the bed." He stripped the blankets and quickly replaced them, and Lili once again felt heat burning up her cheeks. They hadn't bothered to turn down the covers before they started.
"Ah, yes. Thank you. I'll, um, take care of that tomorrow…" He left the soiled blankets in a neat pile beside the bed and then returned to collect her; she fit easily in his arms as he carried her the few steps and gently laid her down against the sheets.
He crawled in after, then hesitated as he was about to draw the covers across them. As if she weighed nothing he lifted her and swapped positions so he was facing the door, then pulled the blankets up around their shoulders. Lili pressed herself against his chest, eyes lidded and already falling asleep with his scent soothing her.
"Goodnight, Lili." She felt his lips against the top of her head and smiled as she snuggled closer.
"Goodnight, Orlok."
He leaned across her to turn off the light, the soft click the last thing she heard before falling into peaceful sleep.
Wordcount: 6327
Fandom: Piofiore
Rating: R18
Warnings: Set directly after It Could Never be A Sin to Love You. Pure smut.
Summary They sat that way for a while, the silence of night stretching between them before Orlok gazed down at Liliana pressed against his chest, mouth parted slightly as she looked up at him. He traced the fingers of his left hand against her cheek before stopping by the bow of her lips, and she felt her heart flutter.
"May I kiss you?"
Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt without her notice. "Please "
Orlok's heart beat steady against her cheek as Lili wound her arms around him to pull herself as close as possible. Her fingers pressed against his back, bunching up his shirt as she tried to cling to him, and Orlok shifted her so she was sitting against his lap. His arms draped her shoulders, holding her close as he played with her hair and nuzzled his cheek against the top of her head.
They sat that way for a while, the silence of night stretching between them before Orlok gazed down at Liliana pressed against his chest, mouth parted slightly as she looked up at him. He traced the fingers of his left hand against her cheek before stopping by the bow of her lips, and she felt her heart flutter.
"May I kiss you?"
Her fingers curled tighter into his shirt without her notice. "Please "
His fingers lingered before being replaced with his lips, soft and warm against hers. Unsure what to do with his hand, he dropped it awkwardly beside them before Lili twined their fingers together.
"I like when you touch me," she said through the lump in her throat, lips brushing against his with each word. She brought their joined hands up to her cheek and pressed a quick kiss against his knuckles. Whatever nerves she’d mustered to do so left her stomach fluttering and face warm.
Orlok made a sound deep in his throat she could not understand, and pulled his hand from hers to draw a line of fire from her temple to her chin. His touch was light, tentative, but it burned all the same.
"I'm sorry I only have one hand to touch you with," he said softly, his sweet voice at odds with the way he was making her feel as his lips brushed hers. His prosthetic hand was curled at her hip in the fabric of her nightgown.
Something dropped, deep in her belly, and Liliana shivered at the words and implications. "You're here to touch me. That's all I need."
Orlok gazed down at her, wide-eyed, as she broke the kiss and shyly looked away, her words finally registering. Was this what love and desire did? Made someone say the most embarrassing things? Thoughts about anything other than him were sluggish, if she could think of anything at all. She was so warm; her body thrummed every place it touched Orlok's.
Fingers against her temple drew her back, and she watched his eyes, transfixed by the sheer awe in his expression as he followed the lines of her face down to her neck to gently trace her pulse. She shifted, still pressed against his chest, so he could get better access to follow the curve of her neck down to where it met her shoulder.
At some point her hands had come to rest beside her cheek; his heart was beating steadily under her palms, if quickly, and she curled her fingers into the fabric before spreading them along the planes of his chest. His hand stilled against her neck for a moment before he resumed his survey, and Liliana was caught between focusing on the light tickle the pads of his fingers drew out of her, or the firm muscles of his chest as she slowly explored him with her hands.
Orlok shifted suddenly, and Liliana felt her back pressed into the bed as Orlok hovered over her, his right knee between her thighs. Heat pooled between her legs, the feeling so intense she gasped, but if he noticed he said nothing. He simply continued his explorations, left hand trailing fire from her neck down across her clavicle and to the swell of her breasts.
"Your skin is really soft," he whispered, mouth hovering near her ear. His fingers pressed gently into her skin just above her neckline, but instead of continuing further he moved them over towards her shoulder and pressed his lips against her jaw. This wasn't like the light brush of his lips against hers; she could feel his breath against her, his mouth open as he tasted from her jaw down to her pulse.
Lili gasped, her right hand gripping his shirt while her left wrapped around his neck to dig her fingers into his shoulder blades. His muscles tensed beneath her touch, and then his lips were off her skin as he sat up. She blinked in surprise, an apology on her lips as he used both hands to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off to toss onto the ground behind him.
"I wanted to feel your hands," he started to say, then stopped as their positions dawned on him. Lili lay beneath him, hands still lifted from where they'd pressed against his body, her chest heaving and hair in disarray against the pillow. "Ah, I, um…" His cheeks burned red. "Is this okay…?"
The tension that was building in her broke as Liliana laughed brightly and grabbed his cheeks to pull him down into a kiss. Orlok's chest pressed heavy against hers before he caught his balance, his right arm next to her shoulder and supporting his weight.
Her kiss was light at first, playful, and she could feel his smile against her lips. She broke the kiss only for him to follow her lips, and while his smile remained some of the playfulness was absent. Lili’s chest tightened and they both paused as the air changed around them.
Taking a cue from the way he'd lavished attention on her neck, Lili parted her lips as she kissed him again, strangely hesitant. He followed suit almost immediately, breath hot and wet and oh, this was different. She'd never understood when the other girls gossiped about melting into kisses, but she thought she knew now.
They hadn't, however, mentioned knocking teeth. Lili turned her head slightly, trying to press further into the kiss at the same moment Orlok did only to bump their teeth. They pulled away with a start, awkward and embarrassed, until Orlok chuckled softly.
"Sorry!" Lili brushed her thumb over his lips, and he caught her hand to kiss her palm. "I didn't, um, bite you? Did I?"
"No." His eyes held so much affection it hurt, and Liliana suddenly found it hard to breathe. Orlok kissed her palm again before turning her hand in his, twining their fingers together before placing their hands against his heart. "Can we try that again, though?" He flushed all the way to the tips of his ears. "I liked that."
Lili pulled her hand from his to press it flat against his chest, and wound the other around his shoulder to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Orlok shivered against her and she smiled before pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead.
"I liked it, too." She kissed his forehead again, then his cheek, before he turned his head and caught her lips with his. Her hand on his chest splayed out as he pressed closer to her, and her other hand trailed down the back of his neck to his shoulder blades again, fingers massaging into the muscles of his back. Without his shirt in the way she could feel every movement beneath the skin, and she unconsciously traced each scar with her fingertips as he kissed her.
Orlok shifted above her as he brought his left hand to her neck to continue tracing her pulse, his lips never leaving hers, but his thigh brushed against her center and Lili's eyes flew open as she gasped. He paused instantly, pulling away enough to get a clear look at her expression.
"I'm sorry, Lili. Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head as she tried to get words out. That was a new sensation, one she desperately wanted again despite the embarrassment seizing her body.
"N-no, it…" She swallowed and traced her fingers up his back and into his hair. "Your leg, it…it felt good." She was going to combust. "I was just surprised."
Orlok shivered under her touch but made no other movements. She wished he would say something. Had she actually upset him? Her heart fluttered wildly at that, and she must have made a sound because he smiled softly and pressed his forehead against hers.
And then his hand moved again, down the line of her neck, across her clavicle, and to the neckline of her nightgown. This time, though, he pressed his palm over her mark, fingers dipping to brush the hidden parts of her breast.
"May I see you?"
Her breath hitched and she froze. Orlok slowly pulled his hand away. "I'm sorry, is that bad?"
"N-no, just…" She grasped his hand and pressed it to her cheek. "It's embarrassing. I've never shown myself to someone…"
"I think you're beautiful." His thumb brushed her lips, drawing a sigh from her. "But if you don't want to, that's okay." He paused. "May I still touch you?"
His honest, open expression melted her heart and she pressed a kiss to his palm. "It's not that I don't want to. I'm just…nervous." She laughed a bit. "I've never done anything like this before."
Orlok smiled and pressed his forehead against hers. "Me, neither. But… I'd like to try, if you'll have me?"
Stomach fluttering and heat building between her legs, Lili tried to swallow past the lump in her throat but couldn’t. Her breath hitched, and Orlok’s thumb against her lip stilled; she hadn’t noticed he’d been gently brushing it across her mouth. Before he could say anything she kissed his fingers and lifted her hands up into his hair to pull him down. He came to her with barely any prodding, lips soft against hers, and she nodded. "...Please."
Orlok kissed her again before pulling away so he could grab the hem of her nightgown. He glanced at her through his lashes, that same soft smile she loved so much gracing his face, and Lili nodded as she reached down to help him.
Other than the sound of fabric shifting the room was silent, even their breaths stilled as Lili sat up so Orlok could pull the gown up and over her head to join his shirt behind them. She didn't even feel the cold as he stared openly, taking her in.
She'd thought his gaze would embarrass her–and it did–but more than that it stoked the heat in her lower belly into a blaze. Watching him memorize every line of her body made her giddy, and any inner voice that might have told her this was wrong quietly died away.
Oblivious to any inner turmoil Lili may have, Orlok leaned in closer, their knees touching, and traced his left hand down her side from neck to hip. When his fingers ghosted across her stomach she giggled involuntarily and he splayed his hand against her. "You're ticklish?"
"Only there," she said, and followed his hand as he danced his fingers across her belly. The scars on his arm drew her attention, and as he memorized the curve of her hip she studied his chest.
Orlok was riddled with scars; the largest was longer than her hand and dragged diagonally down the left side of his chest, but he had many more small innocuous ones covering his body. Lili pressed her hand against his heart and Orlok sucked in a breath as she gently traced a path from scar to scar.
"Lili?"
"You've been hurt so much," she whispered. Her fingers continued their path across his body before she brought her hand to the junction of flesh and metal. "So many of these were for my sake. Your arm…"
He pulled his arm back but she quickly grabbed it and held it close to her chest. "Don't. It's a part of you. I love everything that you are." He whispered her name and she leaned closer to press her forehead against his. "I just hate that I was the cause of your pain."
"I don't regret it," he answered, lowering his prosthetic to rest comfortably against her hip. "It means I can live here with you."
She brought her hand to his cheek at that, gently running her thumb across his lips as her heart swelled too much to form words. Orlok leaned into the touch with a sigh, and kissed her thumb when it brushed past his lips. Lili shivered, and he kissed her again, drawing a sound she didn't realize was from her as he pulled the digit into his mouth.
His name came out as a gasp as his arms suddenly tightened around her and Lili found herself all but sitting in his lap. It was so easy to forget how strong he was. His right hand settled low on her hip, and he held the hand he'd kissed in his left, giving each finger the same treatment he'd just given her thumb.
"O-orlok…" his name came out more as a moan than a word, and she felt his smile around her little finger as he sucked it.
"I like your hands," he finally said, leaving her fingers to drop onto his shoulder and instead press his nose against hers. "Was that…ok?"
From the heat coursing through her and the uncomfortable way her underwear clung wetly to her, Liliana could only nod; she didn't trust herself to speak. He kissed her, and his left hand trailed along her skin to the mark on her breast.
"I like this, too," he whispered, and leaned her back slightly, supported by his right arm across her lower back. Lili gasped as his left hand brushed against her mark again, to be followed by his lips as he gently pressed her back down onto the bed.
"Orlok…" he glanced up at her through his lashes but did not take his lips off her. "You shouldn’t… That's…" Words were difficult. "It's unsightly…"
"Nope." He smiled against her skin. "You were just saying how my prosthetic was a part of me." His tongue dipped out to taste her and Lili's fingers found his hair to busy themselves with. "Your mark is as beautiful as the rest of you."
"I–"
Whatever she was going to say screeched to a halt as his left hand traced the swell of her other breast before gently cupping her in his palm. His fingers kneaded softly at her skin as his thumb brushed across her nipple. It took all she had not to rub her legs together, but Orlok must have noticed because he paused, mouth still pressed to her breast.
Slowly, as if he was afraid, he pressed his thigh between her legs on purpose, and Lili’s nails dug into his back as she arched against him. “Ah–! S-sorry!” She tried to soothe the marks she’d left, gently running the pads of her fingers over them, but Orlok did it again and she groaned.
“You said it felt nice. Before." He kissed her breast before switching to the other, and his left hand hovered awkwardly between them, his knuckles gently brushing against her stomach. The cool metal of his right hand pressed against her side. . “...Should I not have?"
Instead of answering she pressed her hands into his back, urging him on. He shuddered slightly and his right arm slid under her as he rocked forward. He pressed a kiss to her breast before taking her nipple into his mouth, tongue warm and wet as he licked her. Liliana arched against him again, one hand tangled in his hair as her other traced the muscles of his back as he moved against her.
Rare though they were, her fantasies had not prepared her for how good she felt. Sex had always been a distant concept not for her. The church was all she knew and needed, and it was easy enough to tamp down any illicit feelings that crept in at the dark of night.
There was no stopping these feelings now, though, as Orlok eventually moved from her breast back up to her neck, hot breath ghosting her skin as he panted.
"Lili…?" he whispered, so soft she could barely hear him past the soft moans she couldn't stop. He paused, his thigh no longer touching her, and she thought she heard herself whimper. "...May I touch you?"
His words didn't make sense. "You already are…"
Something brushed against her lower belly, and she realized after a moment that his hand was pressed against her, his fingers dipping just below the band of her underwear.
Ahh… She didn't even have the decency to be embarrassed. "Yes. Please."
His breath hitched. "Would you…" He swallowed and licked his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing her neck. "Would you…touch me, too?"
She could feel that too, straining against his pants. Logically, she knew what that implied; she'd learned enough in her brief sexual education to have a basic clinical knowledge of how sex functioned. With her own body so excited now, however, there was nothing clinical about her thoughts.
"Yes."
His eyes brightened despite the blush staining his cheeks, and he sat up to shimmy off the bed and strip. Liliana sat up as well, peeling her underwear off, surprised how…messy they were. Orlok didn't seem to mind as he rejoined her, his fingers brushing her calf as he helped her finish removing her final piece of clothing.
Knelt in front of her as he was, Liliana couldn't help the way her eyes drew down to his erection. This wouldn't be the first time she'd seen him naked, although she had never admitted it to him or herself. She'd convinced herself that she hadn't tried to look back in the hideout; she'd been too worried about his wound getting infected, and had turned away quickly.
But seeing him excited like this stirred something deep in her core, some primal need that wouldn't let her look away. She reached her hand out and lightly brushed her fingers along his length, giving in to her curiosity and surprised how soft the skin felt despite being so…firm. Orlok sucked in a breath and she quickly snatched her hand away.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
"N-no," he said, though it was more groan than word. "That felt…really good…" She nodded and slowly reached out again, touch still light as she gently wrapped her fingers around him. He felt good in her hand as she slowly ran the pads of her fingers along the tip of his erection and down along his length. Orlok made a sound that went straight through to her center. Emboldened, she slowly pumped her hand up and down his length, glancing up at him through her lashes.
His eyes met hers, half-lidded though they were, and Lili couldn't stop the shudder that passed through her. There was something feral in his gaze, a look she'd never seen that thrilled her. The heat in her belly shifted lower to pulse between her legs. She scooted closer, her hand never stopping, and leaned in to kiss him with a new-found hunger.
His tongue found hers almost as soon as their lips touched, hot and wet, and she surged against him, breasts pressed to his chest as she nearly squeezed his erection in her eagerness. He growled and grabbed her hand, loosening her grip and then moving their hands together to get a rhythm that made his breath hitch. She could feel the tip of him against her belly, rubbing against her skin, and kissed him harder as he moaned against her mouth.
And then suddenly she was on her back, Orlok hovering over her as he panted and dug his nails into the bed on either side of her head. Lili gasped and slowed her hand, but he growled again and shook his head slightly, resting his forehead against hers. Electricity burned through her at the sound; she needed to hear it again.
“Please…don’t stop…”
She did as he asked, drawing her fingers along his length, enjoying the feel of him shuddering under her touch. His mouth was open above her, eyes closed as he panted; sweat stuck his hair to his cheeks, and he’d never looked so beautiful. Her free hand traced the scar near his heart up towards his throat to finally rest along the back of his head where she buried her fingers in his hair.
She wanted him. His erection pressed against her stomach as he rutted into her hand, and her entire body thrummed with need, the wetness between her legs testament to her desire. She lifted her head so she could catch his lips in hers, his name a plea. His kiss was messy and unfocused as he moaned, and suddenly his eyes flew open as he gasped against her lips.
“Ah–!”
Something warm spilled across her stomach as he jerked in her hand and his entire body shuddered.
“S-sorry!” they said in tandem as they stared at each other in shock. Lili's chest heaved, and even Orlok sounded out of breath. He recovered first and quickly lifted himself off her and scrambled from the bed to return with his towel. He wiped her stomach off while trying not to look at her, and Lili pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“I didn’t mean to–”
“I should have stopped–”
Their words blended together and Orlok glanced at her, his mortification ebbing slightly to see her smiling shyly at him. “I didn’t…expect it to happen like that,” he finally said, glancing at the towel before he tossed it back onto the floor. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and she reached out to trace his back. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be.” She pressed her fingers against him until he looked at her, and she motioned for him to come closer. He crawled over to her and she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “I’m happy I could make you, um…” She made a vague gesture towards her stomach.
“It felt good,” he admitted between kisses. “Oh, but I forgot to touch you, too.”
Lili didn’t know how she could still blush, but outside the heat of the moment her neck burned up as he gently pushed her back down onto the bed. “I-it’s ok, you don’t have to.”
His eyes traced her face. “Do you still want me to?”
Her throat tightened and she swallowed. Orlok repositioned himself so he hovered over her again, one leg between her knees and his left hand on her belly.
“A-aren’t you tired though?” She knew enough to know a man was usually exhausted after…that. The heat in her belly hadn’t gone away, and her breath hitched as his fingers brushed the sensitive skin below her belly button, but everything she’d learned or heard implied that his release was the end for the night.
“I am, but I’ll be fine.” He kissed her, a smile on his lips. “Do you still want me to?”
She nodded, voice caught in her throat, and he kissed her again as his hand slid down to rest between her legs.
This was…not like his knee. The shock that traveled through her left her biting back gasps as Orlok slid his fingers along her mound and between her folds. His touch was soft and hesitant at first, more awed exploration than sexual as he learned the feel of her. He kept glancing at her shyly, as if unsure he should be looking at her sex or her face.
“You’re really wet,” he said softly, his eyes finally settling on his hand. Lili nearly choked in embarrassment. “...Is that good?”
“It–” She licked her lips and panted as he tentatively slid the tip of his finger into her. “Yes. It means…I’m excited… L-like your–” She brushed his length and he shivered. “When it was–”
He slid his finger further in and she gasped and arched against him. Needing him closer, she reached out to pull him towards her, fingers grasping at his shoulders as he came to her easily and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he pulled his finger from inside her, only to press it in again, taking his time as he played with her. Without realizing, her nails dug into his shoulders and she gasped his name against his lips.
He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her throat. What was she supposed to focus on; his lips on her skin or his finger gliding in and out of her. The sounds it made were obscene, but Orlok didn’t seem to mind.
“M-more…” Was that her voice? Orlok paused and then slowly pulled his hand from between her legs. She whimpered, but he repositioned himself, spreading her legs so he hovered more squarely over her.
“Like this?” He pressed himself flat against her, and she was surprised to feel he was already getting hard again. Nothing like when she had her hand around him, but enough to make her shiver in anticipation. He moved his hips so he slid along her folds and she choked back a gasp.
The pressure felt so good, stoking the heat already burning through her, but it still didn’t feel like enough. She moved her hips opposite his, chasing some kind of friction that was missing, and he leaned in close to kiss her.
“Want…” she gasped out around his lips, and he paused. “Inside…” If she was in a normal state she’d die of embarrassment.
“I can’t–” he cut himself off and shifted above her, and she peeked her eyes open to see him frowning. She hadn’t realized she’d even closed them. He must have noticed her looking at him because he smiled shyly, his face as red as hers. "I'm not…ready yet."
He caught her whimper with his lips, his kiss sweet and gentle as he started moving against her again. Lili traced his back, muscles slick with sweat. She loved the feel of him, the way his muscles moved under her fingertips, every scar.
Eventually her hands drifted down to his hips, holding on as he rocked against her. Her right hand drifted between them to brush against his erection; it was easy to run her fingers along his length with her own arousal coating his skin. Orlok shuddered above her and groaned against her lips.
"L-Lili…," he warned, but she only stroked him faster. Every thrust of Orlok's fed the need burning between her legs, but it was never enough. She wanted him. As he grew harder under her touch she found trepidation mixing with the desire burning through her, though. Neither of them knew what they were doing; would it hurt? Would it feel as good as this did?
"It's okay," she whispered against his lips, pressing her free hand against his chest. There was no point in speculating; they were here now. She could feel his heart racing. "I want this. I want you."
His movements stilled, and her heart froze in her throat. Had saying what she felt scared him off? She'd let her inhibitions free, but was that too forward? Before she could fully panic, his hand wrapped around hers as he readjusted himself at her entrance. He gently pulled her hand free and kissed each finger before twining them together and pressed their hands into the pillow by her head.
"I love you."
He pushed into her before she could respond, and caught her gasp with his lips. It was only a little bit and already she could feel herself stretching around him. Orlok held himself still, releasing her mouth to press his forehead against hers and gasp for air. Her breasts pressed up against his chest as they both breathed heavily, and she wound her hand up around his neck to cling to him.
"Y-you can…" she gasped, then winced as he pushed deeper. He froze instantly.
"S-sorry, are you–"
"I'm okay, just…" Her fingers pressed into his back. It didn't hurt so much as feel uncomfortable, and after a few moments her hand smoothed out along his muscles. "I'm okay now."
He kissed her, and in one thrust buried himself the rest of the way in. The gasp she made ripped from her throat as she threw her head back and Orlok chased her lips, not quite able to completely muffle the sound. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew they needed to be quiet, but it was so difficult. Everything was too much but not enough, and she couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think past the feel of him inside and around her.
Compared to her he was silent, his breaths steady if heavy. She could feel him trembling as he held himself still, waiting on her, attentive as he’d always been. Shifting her hips caused him to groan, though, and he squeezed her hand harder and lowered his face to rest against her neck.
“L-lili…”
She kissed his temple and gently ran her free hand up and down his back. In the flickering light of the lamp she realized she was as sweaty as him. The air around them felt heavy, and his usual soap and linen scent was shadowed by a musk she didn’t find unpleasant at all.
“I’m okay. Please.” Make love to me froze on her tongue, what little self awareness she still possessed finding the words too difficult to voice. It was easier to just move her hips against his, urging him on silently.
The bed creaked slightly as he moved, the sound loud against the stillness in the air. From the gossip she’d heard, and her own illicit fantasies, Lili slowly realized the reality was not quite what she had imagined. The initial discomfort had been expected, but weren’t they just supposed to…meld after that? Two bodies as one, she’d heard. But for every time he thrust into her and stoked the fire in her belly, she would chase his hips and ruin the rhythm. At least twice Orlok pulled back too far and nearly slipped out of her.
“This is…more difficult than I thought it would be...” Orlok muttered under his breath as he repositioned himself, and Lili felt a laugh bubble up in her chest. “...Hehe, don’t laugh,” he chuckled with her, the tension in their bodies easing as she pressed her face into his neck to muffle herself. “That tickles.”
“Sorry, it’s just…” She readjusted herself as she wrapped her legs around his calves and moaned. That felt…really nice.
“It’s just?” His shallow thrust brought her back to herself.
“I…” Really, to be embarrassed by words when they were like this. “I always imagined my first time as perfect. We keep making mistakes…”
Orlok frowned slightly. “I’m sorry, I–”
“Don’t apologize,” she interrupted, and tightened her grip on his legs. He sucked in a breath and thrust into her, deeper than before. When she could breathe again she continued. “Please don’t apologize. I’m happy, I don’t regret this at all.”
He untangled his hand from hers and cupped her cheek as his right hand slid down the bed to press against her backside. She found she liked the feel of his metal fingers against her flushed skin as he gripped her hips and moved her to meet his thrusts.
"Me neither," he whispered as he kissed her. His left hand traveled down her throat to her breast. "During my lecture," he continued, lips brushing hers as he thrust again and ran his thumb over her nipple, "I thought of you. You're my first and only fantasy." Her breath hitched and she clung to him tighter. "So…if you want…" He pressed his lips to her ear. "Tell me your fantasies, and they can be mine, too."
The spark that jolted up her spine took her breath, and she could only cling as he continued his slow, gentle thrusts. His words echoed over and over in her mind, leaving her giddy and hot in the same way his growl did earlier. The lack of response didn’t seem to bother him, his breaths hot against her neck. Thoughts were hard, words harder, but she eventually found her voice. Lili turned her head slightly, lips brushing his ear, and he shivered.
"Thank you, but… You. Right now all I want is you." She pressed a kiss to his neck just below his ear, tasting the salt on his skin, and his grip tightened on her hip. “Please make love to me.”
As if a chain had broken, Orlok gasped and then clutched her tightly against him as he thrust hard and deep into her. Lili’s eyes widened in surprise before she bit down on his neck to keep herself from crying out. He made that sound that sent fire through her, and she couldn’t think past the feel of him as he pushed into her again and again.
She whispered his name against his neck, soothing the bite mark she’d left as she threaded her hands into his hair. Her legs tightened around his thighs with every thrust; they’d found their rhythm finally, but it still didn’t feel like enough. That heat burned low in her belly, and she chased it with every jerk of their hips but it was always just out of reach.
“Hnn…Orlok,” she whispered his name like a plea. “I can’t… I need–”
He massaged her breast with his left hand, thumb playing with her nipple as he pressed his mouth along her jaw near her ear. “This?” She shook her head; it was good, but not what she needed. He slowed down his thrusts, but she very quickly shook her head at that. She could feel his smile against her skin.
When he lifted her thigh with his right hand and changed the angle she nearly pulled some of his hair out. “Ah, y-ye–” Orlok held her steady as he drove deep and her toes curled against his calves. “M-mo… Ah!”
All the tension that had been building within her was thrumming, just on the cusp of breaking. Both hands on her hips now, he picked up the pace, the sounds of their lovemaking loud in her ears. The bed creaked again; Lili couldn’t stop to worry about how loud that may be as Orlok whispered her name over and over in her ear.
And then a wave of relief broke through the heat burning through her, and she only just barely bit back the cry that tried to rip from her throat. Stars blinded her vision as she rode out her release, unable to stop the soft cries that followed each heavy exhale.
When she came back to her senses Orlok’s forehead was pressed to the junction of her neck and shoulder, his back hunched as he pulled her hips to meet every frantic thrust. Her hands soothed out the tousled hairs she had knotted her fingers into, and she whispered into his ear. “I love you.”
He cried out into her shoulder, the sound barely muffled as he jerked his hips into her and rode out his own release. Lili held him close as he came, pressing kisses into his hair as she stroked his back. When he finally stilled his breaths were ragged, and she smiled as he looked up at her through his lashes.
“Are you okay?”
He nodded and she untangled their legs as he slowly pulled away; she felt cold and empty as he sat back to look at her, eyes roaming all over her body. When he suddenly clambered off the bed she sat up, confused, only to blush as he returned with the discarded towel again. She eyed him shyly as he knelt next to her and gently spread her legs further apart. “Ah, sorry…” he apologized as the towel rubbed against her center and she sucked in a breath. “Did I…hurt you…?”
“N-no,” she leaned back onto her elbows. “It’s just…sensitive…right now.” Her cheeks burned as he continued to clean her thighs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She brushed her finger against the mark she’d left on his neck.
“No.” Task finished, he discarded the towel and leaned over her, one arm on either side of her hips. “You didn’t hurt me.” His smile was shy. “...You did pull my hair though.”
Lili buried her face in her hands and Orlok gathered her into his arms with a chuckle. She went easily, exhaustion creeping in as she settled against his warm body. Her muscles already started feeling sore; hopefully she'd be fine in the morning.
Before she could even contemplate sleep, Orlok picked her up suddenly and gently deposited her on the chair by her window. She hugged herself to keep back the cold as he returned to the bed. "Orlok?"
He looked bashful. "I'm gonna…remake the bed." He stripped the blankets and quickly replaced them, and Lili once again felt heat burning up her cheeks. They hadn't bothered to turn down the covers before they started.
"Ah, yes. Thank you. I'll, um, take care of that tomorrow…" He left the soiled blankets in a neat pile beside the bed and then returned to collect her; she fit easily in his arms as he carried her the few steps and gently laid her down against the sheets.
He crawled in after, then hesitated as he was about to draw the covers across them. As if she weighed nothing he lifted her and swapped positions so he was facing the door, then pulled the blankets up around their shoulders. Lili pressed herself against his chest, eyes lidded and already falling asleep with his scent soothing her.
"Goodnight, Lili." She felt his lips against the top of her head and smiled as she snuggled closer.
"Goodnight, Orlok."
He leaned across her to turn off the light, the soft click the last thing she heard before falling into peaceful sleep.
