lady_bols | Room 6620, Afternoon

'There?'

He moves back between them, kissing a line up the valley and then back down again, because he's not going to relinquish this without a struggle. What's better than having your face buried between a beautiful woman's beautiful tits?

He wouldn't call himself accurate. Simply that he can't stay away from breasts, and he's rarely got any complaints from indulging his desire to play. His mouth does stray a bit lower as well, onto the top of her stomach, while his hand slips under her robe to her bum. If she's going to lie facing him, it's just the easiest place to put it.

Yeah. That's the reason.

His arm slips around her and she melts against him again, like it's the most natural thing in the world. His breath sends a wave of sensation over her skin and her head falls back, her eyes closed. He wants to play, and she just wants to drown in his touch, let it wash away all the horror and despair of the last few weeks.

'Question is, Bols...'

His words are punctuated by kisses, wet and hot, pulling at her soft skin. But he does look up, waggling his eyebrows a bit even though she won't see with her eyes closed.

'...where else d'you like to be kissed?'

His mouth brushes her stomach, just a little lower than before.

'Or where else am I allowed to kiss?'

'Oh god...' That's hardly fair, asking questions between kisses, making her writhe to feel the next one.

'Anywhere, anywhere you want. Just don't stop, please.'

As if she could refuse him now. She lifts her head, wanting to see his face, wanting to watch, her hands touching him wherever she can reach.

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He chuckles, and nuzzles between her breasts again as he pushes a little bit, rolling her until she's on her back. With permission like that, he's not going to hold back.

'Well then,' he's kissing a line down her stomach, 'you just lie still.'

He doesn't stop when he gets to the tie on her dressing gown, or undo it. He just pauses, and pulls the two sides of the gown apart so she's exposed. His breath hitches as he pushes her legs open too, but he trusts she won't hold that against him.

She could no more lie still than she could stop breathing. His hands move over the curve of her hips, and she's already opening to him, her head falling back and a quiet stream of appreciative profanity falling from her lips. Her inner thigh takes over from her hands, needing as much skin to skin contact as she can manage. She's not even aware she's wearing a robe any longer.

All she feels is the heat of his touch, the soft wetness of his mouth on her belly, ghosting over puckered skin marking the scar he gave her. There's a dull throbbing between her legs, and it's driving her spare, waiting for the next kiss, the next caress.

'Gene...'

'Mmm.'

He sounds highly amused. Highly. He only stops when he's exactly where he wants to be, placing a kiss on her mound, right above her clit.

''Course,' he says, conversationally, and pulls back a little bit, 'I don' think this counts as canoodlin'. You sure you want me to...?'

Her hands skim up her body and she hugs herself, every muscle in her body vibrating with anticipation. At the question, she lets out a quiet laugh, instinctively pulling her thighs together. Which does her no good at all, as he's firmly between her legs now.

'You told me to tell you when you're being a bastard?' Her voice is high and tight with arousal. 'Well, you're being a bastard, love. Right this very instant.'

Has she treated him so cruelly to deserve this torture? No, no she thinks not.

'Nah, I'm not.'

He grins, and extends his tongue, looking up the length of her body as he pushes into her folds, licking ever so gently over the top of her clit.

'I reckon you love it.'

The moment she feels his breath, feels that sweet kiss right where she's aching the most, her head presses back into the pillows, her hands splay on the mattress, and she arches so hard, her shoulders come off the bed.

She's slick and hot, hard as a pearl, and every pass of his tongue sends a lick of fire through her entire body, making her gasp and jerk. She's been aching since this morning, aching for him to touch her since she first crossed the threshold of the bar, but this is almost too much. And it's perfect, even if she has to clamp a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.

He's dreamed of her in any number of positions, any number of scenarios - clothes on, clothes off, half-dressed, in public, in bed, on the car bonnet...never once did she respond with this kind of instant reaction. It takes his breath away a bit, but only makes him want it more.

He teases slowly, swirling the firm, wet end of his tongue over that sweet nub, and then relaxing, stroking loose and soft. The smell of her excitement makes the pressure between his legs ache to the point of pain, but he shuts it out. He's determined to make this good for her.

The firmest of his attentions makes her go rigid with tension, eyes scrunched shut, breath held as she focuses entirely on that single point of bliss. With his soft kisses in counterpoint, she sags, gasping for breath, moaning, her hands fisting in the sheets.

Her body responds, just as surely and obviously as his does, warm honey flowing freely. She lifts her hips to press against his mouth, trying to find the rhythm of his teasing, but it's not there yet. Coherent thought is not an option right now. He's fulfilling a long-held fantasy of hers, one she never in a million years thought would happen, and all she can do is lie here and take it.

His eye close when she lifts up; all he can do is keep pressing his tongue where she needs it, drunk on the taste of her and the sound of her moans. He'd been playing when he started, but he never thought she'd respond like this. He braces on one arm and without thinking, brings the other hand up and uses the fingertips to stroke where she's most wet. Never mind her; it makes him groan, because that's what he's been dreaming of, getting in there.

He's finding out all sorts of things about her now. For one, she's very vocal in bed, every new sensation telegraphed back to him in incoherent syllables, breathless cries drawn up from somewhere deep and primal. For another, all it takes is the barest touch to evoke a response, one that shudders through her entire frame.

Her hands stretch over her head to hold onto the edge of the mattress, and she's biting her lip, trying to keep some semblance of composure, but it's impossible. Not with the feel of his voice vibrating against her, and the promise of that teasing fingertip. Another flicker of his tongue, and she might shatter into a thousand pieces.

She gets more than one flicker of his tongue, because he's not stopping for anything. Driving her now, insistent, and he didn't mean for it to go like this but he can't stop himself from slipping his fingers inside of her. She's so wet, and he groans against her, breathless and uncoordinated now, pressing deep and licking fast, knowing she's close.

'Yes yes yes yes yes yes...'

Her body quakes, whatever rhythm she might have grasped lost just as quickly to sensory overload. Her breath stutters and then she holds it, her spine curling as the pleasure takes her. Every long muscle in her body trembles, and when it hits a peak, she gasps, crying out, her cunt gripping him with hard pulses at the point of no return. It feels like she's coming apart, all sense of self obliterated, and all she can do is hold on, trusting him to keep going and not let her go.

His head snaps back when she starts to come, because he has to breathe and he has to see her face. His fingers don't stop pushing but his gaze is fixed on her expression, a flash of triumph exploding in his chest. He didn't fail, and she's just as gorgeous as he thought she'd be when she comes. He couldn't see anything last night; now he has to see everything.

When it feels like the peak is starting to fade, he leans in again and gives her one more kiss, before nuzzling at the base of her abdomen.

That was worth waiting for.

Her hands are shaking when she reaches for him, urging him up her body.

'Come here, love.'

Her body is still rippling with aftershocks, and her breath is loud in her ears.

He grins, and slides up her, pulling his hand free but leaving it resting on the inside of her thigh.

'Forgot to tell you,' he murmurs, pausing at her breasts, 'I'm a whore in the bedroom.'

Well. By the standards of his day, maybe.

'What on earth -- are you talking about?'

One hand wipes at his chin and she's pulling him close, trying to steal a kiss.

'Don' matter.'

Yeah, that smile isn't going anywhere any time soon, though it goes a little tight when she pulls him close. His erection presses against her inner thigh, but he ignores it for now and gives her the kiss she wants.

'Good?'

She nods, still a bit glassy eyed, breathing his breath, taking in the scent of her sex and his own musk.

'For you?'

What a stupid question, Alex. But she needs time to gather the strands of her consciousness again, so she can focus on him and his needs.

He snorts, and nips at her jaw.

''course.'

How could he not enjoy that? And how could he not by hyper-aware of her now, warm and come-happy underneath him. He presses forward a bit,and shifts, and then hisses as the swollen head of his cock nudges her warmth.

'...still wanna wait, Alex?'

His mouth lands on hers, maybe just a tinge of desperation there.

's'OK if you do.'

She smiles at the question, already shifting to accommodate him. Her hands skim over his chest, down around his ribs, over his hips. The whole while she's kissing him, or what she can reach of him, purring under her breath.

'I think I'm done waiting. How about you?'

One hand finds his prick, and draws the crown along her slit, wetness against wetness, answering him with shuddering breath at the intensity of the sensation.

'Daft mare.'

With what she's got in her hand, she really shouldn't need to ask. But her words still set off a small bomb of nerves and excitement in his belly, and he hesitates. Just for a second. This has been a long time coming.

'Sure?'

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