It was a pity the belt didn't stop his tongue! Perhaps she should have stuffed his mouth with his shirt instead. But though Gwen wasn't flat out drunk, she was tipsy enough that she hadn't accounted for that.
Oh well!
"I-I'm hardly--haa--shy, sugar," she gasped, and clenched her teeth to bite back a whimper, her breathing growing shaky and uneven because oh dear fucking Ansgar, it was difficult to maintain control when he was doing that! The way he moved, angling his thrusts to hit just the right spot as each stroke sent pulses of pleasure through her--it was like nothing she'd ever experienced. And she knew it was his magic, and knew she was going to straight to hell for this, but she only slammed onto him harder, again and again, because it was so worth it.
And soon it didn't matter whether she wanted to hold back her cries or not, because that decision was wrenched right out of her hands.
"F-fuck!" Her breathing hitched and she let go of the belt with one hand, but only so she could clap it over her mouth to muffle a sudden moan, because Rylan was doing things to her no other man had done and her body was responding in kind. Her chest heaved with her pants, her eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back, her knuckles going white around the belt as her body trembled and clenched around him with as the tension within her built with a speed that surprised even her, stealing her breath away. She whimpered, grinding desperately against him, before her body went taut and she let out a scream that shocked her.
And then she fell against him as her body shuddered and trembled, sex tightening around him as her climax hit her like an avalanche.