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Request plz?: reader is getting frustrated because she is having trouble cuming so she tries to fake it. Aemond figures out what she's trying to do, because he knows what her cunt feels like when she's clenching around him, so he gets mad and stops, leaving her with want for the next few days....then when he finally relents, she is edged all night as punishment? I hope this makes some sort of sense
Your hands sought to grasp the silken sheets, your knees pressing against your chest as Aemond held your legs apart, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he drove into you.
His eye was hooded, fixed upon your face, the bed squeaking and the lewd sounds of your lovemaking filling the air.
You furrowed your brow, mouth gasping for breath around the moans you were trying to hold back.
“Let me hear you.” Aemond leaned his lithe body down, his forehead coming to rest against your own as he sheathed himself deep within your heat. The silver strands of his long hair tickled your shoulders as he rocked against you, pushing you deeper into the plush mattress.
You could feel your orgasm building but it would not crest, despite all the foreplay and the way you relished feeling Aemond moving inside you. Knowing he would not be able to finish until you were sated you mewled a little louder for him, raising your hips off the bed to meet his demanding thrusts.
“Aemond…” You whimpered, looking imploringly up at him through your lashes. “Please, I’m close.”
He gifted you with a rare moan, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered, pleasure overtaking him. You tried to put on a convincing performance, though your own release was not forthcoming. Your cries of his name muffled as Aemond kissed you hard on the mouth, drinking down your praises, his breath mingling with your own.
Aemond spilled inside you, seating himself fully within you and remaining locked there for several moments while the two of you panted.
“Quite a show, my ember.” Aemond rose just high enough over you to measure your expression. “I am familiar enough with the feel of you coming to release around me that I know you’ve not been honest tonight.”
“Aemond, I-”
“Do I no longer bring you pleasure?” Aemond tilted his head at you, his hand coming to rest lightly over your throat.
“It has nought to do with you, my dragon.” You tried to rise to meet his lips in a kiss but he held you firmly against the pillow, his manhood still warm within you. You huffed, giving him your best pout. “My mind has been simply elsewhere tonight.”
That was the wrong thing to say. Aemond growled, withdrawing from you entirely and stood at the end of the bed observing your prone body. You feared you’d done him a great offence and moved to hastily sit and reassure him but he was too quick. With a swift movement Aemond pulled you down the length of the bed until your knees hung loosely over the edge.
He knelt in between your legs and began kissing the inside of your thigh, taking the time to suck a bruise to the sensitive skin there. Your fingers wound around his hair out of habit, attempting to guide him to where you ached to feel his touch.
“Your mind was elsewhere…” Aemond’s voice was low, almost chiding. His lilac eye never left your face. “While I was making love to you?” He shook his head slightly. “That will not do at all.”
You shuddered as the tip of his tongue ran featherlight up your dripping slit. Aemond guided your legs so they draped over his shoulders and you took advantage of this position, pressing your heels against his lean back, trying to gain more friction but Aemond resisted.
He kissed the skin just above your clitoris, the feeling of his breath enough to send small shockwaves rolling down your core.
“Aemond please.”
“No.” He shook his head again, his nose brushing your flushed skin as his tongue traced infuriating patterns around your most sensitive parts. “You deceived me. Though you meant no malice, I still am taking it rather personally.”
“Aemond.” You tried again, arching your back as he acquiesced, giving your aching quim a deep lick, his nose rubbing your swollen clit. You whispered his name again, already beginning to clench at the thought of him licking up his own orgasm from your folds.
Aemond pulled his head away from your center, his eye keenly measuring your desperate expression with relish. “What are you thinking of now, my dove?”
You whimpered.
“Is your mind elsewhere?” Aemond circled your clit lazily with a thumb. “Other than here?”
You shook your head vehemently, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.
“Good.” Aemond purred, descending once more upon you.
With his tongue he unraveled you bit by delicious bit until you were screaming his name in earnest, your release finally rolling through you, Aemond greedily lapping at you as you came onto his mouth.
“Again.” He looked at you hungrily, sliding two fingers into your still quivering core. “Come for me again.”
He sucked and swirled his tongue around your clit as his fingers worked inside you, pumping and curling with practiced strokes, your body an instrument he’d studied with rigorous intent for many heated hours.
You felt another orgasm building, your knees raising instinctually as you lost yourself to the sensation. Just as you began falling over than precipice once again Aemond removed his fingers and swiftly moved over you, sliding his cock deeply into you once more.
You dug your fingers into his shoulders, your fingernails leaving marks as you came undone around him.
“Aemond, I’m coming!” You gasped, your mouth slack with pleasure as Aemond kissed your arching neck.
“I know.” Aemond moaned, his cock rooted within your clenching walls.
You moved your hips against him, Aemond allowing you to ride out the rest of your orgasm at your own pace as he met your movements with steady thrusts of his own.
When you had come down from your pleasure and lay limply upon the bed, your breathing still rather ragged, Aemond curled up beside you, pulling your body tightly against his. He rubbed slow circles against your stomach, his lips finding yours as you turned into him.
“I will never begrudge you anything, much less your own pleasure.” Aemond nuzzled your nose with his. “Do not pretend with me again.”
You could tell he was still mildly bothered and so you cuddled closer to him, kissing him again. “As my king commands.”
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