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The Desert Rose Bordello - Ghostly - 12-04-2014
A bundle of nerves that he'd have to break her of, Mai took care in undoing each button of his shirt at an almost painfully slow pace, not that he would mind one bit. The heat and passion that some people expressed externally in the act had its own level of entertainment, but the way she moved forward towards him brought a smile to his lips all the same. Eventually his shirt fell to the floor and that tree trunk of a torso was exposed for her to take in. He was no model, when living in the harsh wasteland before his time in the Bordello, Alder picked up his fair share of nicks and scars across his form. Some he'd be proud of, others not so much, but they were there to show off regardless whether he wished it or not.Mai remained covered in her unique garb, and by no means would he tell her to remove it before she was ready. He was here to service her, not for him to take advantage of. Even though this was exactly his intent for the end goal, it still didn't mean he had to be crass about it all. With her eyes glued to his figure, Alder closed what little room there had been to weave a handful of her dark locks in one hand, and with his other flicked open the button to his slacks.
"Good, because I think I'd be cheated if I couldn't get a memorable glimpse of what you look like."
The side of her head still cupped in his grasp, his other found its way right under her breast to feel the fast paced rhythm of her pulse. That curve to his lips was surprisingly soft regardless of what they were about to do and it would remain on those features as he took her hand once more to place it over his own heart. A steady, quickened beat given in return to match hers. "It's fine to be nervous, it makes this all the more sincere despite the circumstances." Releasing his hands from her he knelt down ever so slightly to bring his face close to hers.
"I don't care that you're buying my time. I'd do this for you regardless of payment." Then he'd take her lips with his own in a brief kiss that lasted just a few seconds. It was sweet, probably too much so, but it felt right to at least get that out of the way before throwing her to the bed and showing her how to enjoy what she'd been missing out on. Especially considering the sizable bulge that was now pressing against the thin fabric of his pants.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-04-2014
She was so distracted by the sheer amount of him that it took a moment to notice the scars. There were muscles, and then there were muscles. That was not an amount of bulk that she had been aware could exist on person. She had questions. Structural integrity questions. Did he need to be that tall just to support his own weight?
She fell back down on her heels, set one foot behind the other to put more room between them and see him better. She was, unbeknownst to her, looking at him like a problem to be solved; like she could somehow untangle the lines of his scars, and in so doing figure out just what in the hell she was supposed to do with him.
Then he closed the gap she'd put between them, and she stiffened, eyes going wide as she looked up at his face. If he was lying, she couldn't tell; she just saw pretty blue eyes, felt an astonishing temptation to nuzzle against the hand in her hair. "I wouldn't want to cheat you," she said breathlessly, leaning a little bit nearer, rising up on her toes again.
A tiny sound escaped her when his hand caught her pulse, all surprise and helpless desire, lungs gone all sideways. She looked to where his hand wrapped around hers, pressed it to his chest; she couldn't be sure whose pulse it was she was feeling, because hers was ringing in her ears. The excuse to touch him was welcomed, anyway – because wouldn't it be terrible, if he knew she wanted to do it for its own sake. She didn't stop touching him when his hand left hers, and when he kissed her she was bold enough to slip her arms loose around his neck.
Of course, this brought her close enough to him that she could feel him press unmistakably against her stomach.
"Oh! You…" Her gaze darted downward – and then immediately back up. Opening her mouth to say something, she faltered. "So," she managed finally, with audible strain, "isthatsmallerthanitlooksbecauseifnottheremaybeaproblem."
She fell back down on her heels, set one foot behind the other to put more room between them and see him better. She was, unbeknownst to her, looking at him like a problem to be solved; like she could somehow untangle the lines of his scars, and in so doing figure out just what in the hell she was supposed to do with him.
Then he closed the gap she'd put between them, and she stiffened, eyes going wide as she looked up at his face. If he was lying, she couldn't tell; she just saw pretty blue eyes, felt an astonishing temptation to nuzzle against the hand in her hair. "I wouldn't want to cheat you," she said breathlessly, leaning a little bit nearer, rising up on her toes again.
A tiny sound escaped her when his hand caught her pulse, all surprise and helpless desire, lungs gone all sideways. She looked to where his hand wrapped around hers, pressed it to his chest; she couldn't be sure whose pulse it was she was feeling, because hers was ringing in her ears. The excuse to touch him was welcomed, anyway – because wouldn't it be terrible, if he knew she wanted to do it for its own sake. She didn't stop touching him when his hand left hers, and when he kissed her she was bold enough to slip her arms loose around his neck.
Of course, this brought her close enough to him that she could feel him press unmistakably against her stomach.
"Oh! You…" Her gaze darted downward – and then immediately back up. Opening her mouth to say something, she faltered. "So," she managed finally, with audible strain, "isthatsmallerthanitlooksbecauseifnottheremaybeaproblem."
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 12-05-2014
Her hands fell from her thighs, fingers curling into the soft fabric beneath her. Heels dug into the mattress, her knees bending to either side of his hips. Her own hips moved to meet his at times, ensuring his cock was pushed all the way passed constricting muscles that wanted nothing more than to mold around the thickness of it. Fingers pulling at her nipples drew whimpers and moans she couldn't stop from slipping out. He had earned her sounds; lusty, desperate calls she only made in the dark when she thought no one else could hear.
"Faris," the first utterance rose on the end of a moan; a whisper, as if she were testing the way it sounded out loud. She pressed kisses of her own to his neck and the curve of his shoulder. "Faris!" The second was more urgent, almost demanding, as her back arched with another swell of his cock against her core. "Oh, Faris. Fuck!" The curse sounded more like a praise when she screamed it like that. Hands rose from the sheets to grasp at his arms, fingers digging into tight muscles. She soon found herself lost in a dizzying, breath taking orgasm. Stomach taut, back tensed, her form locked into an arc and she shuddered as a wave of pleasure radiated over her.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-05-2014
All thought left him, and with it any consideration he may have had. His short-lived conviction that he ought to try and do right by her disappeared in moans and cries and the press of her hips against his. He was mindless, harder and faster and wanting more, spurred on more with each sound she made. She said his name like a secret, like a promise, like a claim, echoing in his ears.
Her body clamped down on his, every inch of her pulled tight, and he slammed into her one last time. His cock twitched deep inside her, and he took her face in his hands so he could kiss her, muffle his own quiet groans with her mouth. His hips rocked a few last times, gentle aftershocks before he collapsed on top of her.
Which was inconsiderate in its own way, crushing her chest beneath his while he nuzzled weakly at her neck. He ought to have let her go about her business, instead of keeping her trapped beneath him as he slowly went limp inside her. Or at least said something sweet, to keep her from feeling regretful. "You smell nice," he murmured instead. Even nicer now that she smelled like sex, smelled like she was his.
Her body clamped down on his, every inch of her pulled tight, and he slammed into her one last time. His cock twitched deep inside her, and he took her face in his hands so he could kiss her, muffle his own quiet groans with her mouth. His hips rocked a few last times, gentle aftershocks before he collapsed on top of her.
Which was inconsiderate in its own way, crushing her chest beneath his while he nuzzled weakly at her neck. He ought to have let her go about her business, instead of keeping her trapped beneath him as he slowly went limp inside her. Or at least said something sweet, to keep her from feeling regretful. "You smell nice," he murmured instead. Even nicer now that she smelled like sex, smelled like she was his.
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 12-08-2014
Cashmere's form continued to convulse beneath his as he collapsed on top of her. Small, heavenly aftershocks that jumped across her skin, like a reward for a job well done. Her fingers slowly uncurled from where they had clamped down on his arms, and she flexed the digits as if she'd forgotten how to properly use them. His weight pressing down on her didn't seem to bother her, she found it comforting more than anything else. With a satisfied exhale, she dropped her knees and listened to her heartbeat thumping in her ears. Endorphins began to fade, and regret threatened to loom over her like a shadow as if she was no longer convinced that she could consider herself in a different category than the whores. Concerns that were not entirely applicable to the situation urged her to flee. Throw her clothes back on and run down to the bar and take her place like a proper hostess and pretend this had not happened.
His voice cut through her thoughts, a husky resonance in her ear, and found herself smiling, even though he couldn't see it. "Oh. Well, thank you," she managed weakly, her voice had apparently escaped her somewhere during their union. She didn't know if there was more she should say. She should ask if he was pleased? Find something to compliment in return? The regulations of a post-sex exchange were lost on her. She was usually the first to leave.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-08-2014
As a general rule, he tried not to get comfortable unless he knew he was going to be able to enjoy it awhile. Snuggling on top of a woman with a job to do seemed like a good way to get disappointed. He rolled onto his back, but he brought her with him, so he could settle her on his chest. He slid out of her in the process, and with a bit of awkward fumbling he managed to get rid of the spent sheath that had already started slipping off him.
He wrapped his arms around her and ran idle fingers through her hair, which was somewhat at odds with his intent to let her leave as she wished. He didn't notice her silence, because for that he would need to consider speaking to be the norm. He said nothing as he considered the best way to say what he meant, nothing more and nothing less.
It still wasn't entirely clear to him what she'd been looking for, coming to his room. Seemed like she ought to have had plenty of options if all she wanted was a lay. Hungry scavengers didn't seem like what she ought to have been settling for.
Hell, maybe she just really liked chocolate.
Metaphorically speaking.
"Got somewhere to be?" he asked finally, watching red hair fall from his fingers as they raked through it. An out, if she wanted it, no expectations or preferences of his own behind the words. So he hoped, anyway, there being so few of them.
He wrapped his arms around her and ran idle fingers through her hair, which was somewhat at odds with his intent to let her leave as she wished. He didn't notice her silence, because for that he would need to consider speaking to be the norm. He said nothing as he considered the best way to say what he meant, nothing more and nothing less.
It still wasn't entirely clear to him what she'd been looking for, coming to his room. Seemed like she ought to have had plenty of options if all she wanted was a lay. Hungry scavengers didn't seem like what she ought to have been settling for.
Hell, maybe she just really liked chocolate.
Metaphorically speaking.
"Got somewhere to be?" he asked finally, watching red hair fall from his fingers as they raked through it. An out, if she wanted it, no expectations or preferences of his own behind the words. So he hoped, anyway, there being so few of them.
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 12-08-2014
Cashmere allowed him to pull her into the new position, and she settled against his chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The sound of his heart replaced her own, and the hand idly trailing through her hair was more comforting than it should have been. She liked this. Too much. If she stayed any longer she was likely to be in trouble. Cashmere made a bad habit of getting attached to people and that's why she had a brothel full of lost and broken souls that she was bent on repairing.
She really should have left.
"Not really," she murmured, trailing fingers across his abdomen. She could have explained that she was comfortable in thinking that someone else could run things while she was gone, but perhaps his question had been more of a subtle suggestion that she should leave. She was horrendously bad at this. She lifted her head and turned her upper body a tad, so her chest was smothered against his and she could look down at him. She leaned her head against his hand, still tangled in her hair.
"But, I could go. If you'd prefer it."
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-08-2014
Huh. Weird.
He stayed where he was and continued to stroke her hair, enjoying her idle touch against his skin. "Nah." It wasn't a very informative response, but he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth that was meant to be reassuring. It was nice, anyway, the feel of her body against his without any of the urgency of before. Its own kind of enjoyment, appreciating a body without arousal to cloud his senses.
Left hand in her hair, his right hand gently cupped her breast, toying with it rather than acting with any clear end goal. He liked the way it felt against his palm, soft pale skin and tight pink peaks. The fact that women didn't play with them constantly was a mystery to him. His stomach made a rumbling sound, and he gave a faint apologetic smile; he never had gotten around to eating dinner.
He didn't mind waiting a while more. Getting up meant not having a woman on top of him, and he'd gone hungrier for longer for worse reasons.
He stayed where he was and continued to stroke her hair, enjoying her idle touch against his skin. "Nah." It wasn't a very informative response, but he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth that was meant to be reassuring. It was nice, anyway, the feel of her body against his without any of the urgency of before. Its own kind of enjoyment, appreciating a body without arousal to cloud his senses.
Left hand in her hair, his right hand gently cupped her breast, toying with it rather than acting with any clear end goal. He liked the way it felt against his palm, soft pale skin and tight pink peaks. The fact that women didn't play with them constantly was a mystery to him. His stomach made a rumbling sound, and he gave a faint apologetic smile; he never had gotten around to eating dinner.
He didn't mind waiting a while more. Getting up meant not having a woman on top of him, and he'd gone hungrier for longer for worse reasons.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Ghostly - 12-08-2014
Alder was not a small fellow in any situation, and he had to give a quick hum of amusement deep from his chest at her exclamation. This wasn't the first time he'd have to break in a new girl, so to speak. "Trust me, the last thing I want to do is hurt you." He couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her, as the man brushed the back of his fingers across her cheek. Like a delicate flower he was to care lovingly for. "My hands aren't the only thing I'm confident with." As his digits traced down her shoulder to her lower back he let out one more low chuckle at his awful joke. Sex was certainly not a beautiful act, only romantics thought as such. The sounds each person would make, the mess that became of each other, to not have fun with it was a damn shame.Reaching the curve of her ass, Alder took a handful in his grip and pulled her firmly against him, making sure she could feel just how hard he was for her as he pressed into the warmth of her midsection. By all means he was down for being a gentleman throughout the encounter, but there was a time and place for those more flowery actions. Now he had to take charge and show Mai not how a man can melt a girl's heart, but to instead get her ready to bend over and beg for him to take her.
Letting his hands fall away from her and pulling away from her hold around his neck, Alder rested those massive palms at his hips, just barely keeping those slacks from hitting the floor. "I want to see you as well." He said it as a matter of fact, as though there was no negotiating the terms of their deal before either went a single step further. Truth be told he just preferred a bit of playful teasing above anything else, and he may have been anticipating for a while now on how beautiful she would be to behold.
If she was wishing to save him then there would be disappointment on her end. Alder was a fighter despite the prim and proper appearance. Thriving under the pressures of the world the mechanic clawed his way to where he had landed currently, and would only find greener pastures in the future. There was no man to save, only a calloused worn soul looking to seek comfort where such was a luxury.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-08-2014
That was a 'no', then. She fought the desire to close her eyes, to follow his touch along her cheek. "I trust you," she said, quickly, too quickly. She didn't, actually. But she wanted to, and this would not be the first time she had confused desire with reality. She wanted it to be true, and so she'd behave as if it was, until she'd lied enough to convince herself.
"Oh!" Her sound of surprised alarm was almost a shriek, high-pitched and wide-eyed and blushing. She was Mai Sani, matriarch of Dibé Łizhiní, wealthy and brilliant and mad; she did not get grabbed. It no more occurred to her that she would be than it occurred to her that the air might turn to stone. Her heart was racing, and it seemed like every time she had just started to get her bearings she lost them again, the world no longer steady beneath her feet. It did not occur to her, either, that he might be doing it intentionally. Off-balance, she couldn't seem to think straight, everything clouded up with heat and hardness and the smell of… whatever he smelled like. Something musky and masculine and intoxicating.
Just as quickly as he'd brought her close, he moved away, taking all those lovely things with him. "I – yes. Of course! Yes." A moment's hesitation, and she knelt down to unlace her leggings, let them fall to the floor. She unlaced her belt as she stood, unwrapped the fabric around her waist; her dress was rather shapeless without them, not particularly flattering to someone wide-hipped and top-heavy. But in another moment she'd undone the portion over her shoulder, and she only faltered briefly before wiggling out of it.
Which meant she was wearing less than he was, nothing but her jewelry and the long black hair that fell over her chest. She didn't want to fidget, didn't want to seem as anxious as she was, so she clasped her hands behind her back; a rounded hourglass in dark skin, no hard lines or sharp edges.
"Is… is this good?"
"Oh!" Her sound of surprised alarm was almost a shriek, high-pitched and wide-eyed and blushing. She was Mai Sani, matriarch of Dibé Łizhiní, wealthy and brilliant and mad; she did not get grabbed. It no more occurred to her that she would be than it occurred to her that the air might turn to stone. Her heart was racing, and it seemed like every time she had just started to get her bearings she lost them again, the world no longer steady beneath her feet. It did not occur to her, either, that he might be doing it intentionally. Off-balance, she couldn't seem to think straight, everything clouded up with heat and hardness and the smell of… whatever he smelled like. Something musky and masculine and intoxicating.
Just as quickly as he'd brought her close, he moved away, taking all those lovely things with him. "I – yes. Of course! Yes." A moment's hesitation, and she knelt down to unlace her leggings, let them fall to the floor. She unlaced her belt as she stood, unwrapped the fabric around her waist; her dress was rather shapeless without them, not particularly flattering to someone wide-hipped and top-heavy. But in another moment she'd undone the portion over her shoulder, and she only faltered briefly before wiggling out of it.
Which meant she was wearing less than he was, nothing but her jewelry and the long black hair that fell over her chest. She didn't want to fidget, didn't want to seem as anxious as she was, so she clasped her hands behind her back; a rounded hourglass in dark skin, no hard lines or sharp edges.
"Is… is this good?"
The Desert Rose Bordello - Ghostly - 12-17-2014
Alder was thankful in more ways that he did not have to go through the procedure of trying to figure out just how to take off that strange garment she wore. While unique as she was to him and surely worthy of her to wear, he'd likely have taken far too long to pull her out of her clothes, much less without damaging the material. Still, when the mess of fabric met the floor he could only flash a smile as bright as the moon. "Perfect." A single word that held all that Alder felt in regards to their date under the midnight sky. Those brilliant sapphire hues took in the entire picture she provided, and were he a painter, or held any degree of artistic talent he'd draw each and every one of her wide curves to keep the memory for prosperity. There was no need to hold his slacks up any longer, and so they were dropped by simply letting go of them. Kicked to the side, he'd again bring himself close to Mai, though he still had the tight undergarments on to provide some mystery as to what was still not seen.The mechanic couldn't compare to the higher class standing before him, but then again, he was not entirely meant to. Where her shape was soft and curvacious as could be, he was all sharp angles and rough skin. Lightly sun touched flesh against her dark color as he wrapped himself around her midsection and took in a kiss once more. The gentleman was gone for the time being as Alder would be rougher, the passion ablaze as he'd nip at her lower lip with his breath hot against hers. In this moment he held her as though she was his, while not the matriarch of a clan, he was a cunning and tenacious man that fought for what he wanted and almost always his got his due when the time came around.
Alder guided Mai to the bedside in several jerky steps all the while fighting her mouth with his tongue, only to break it off to gently push her downward onto the well worn mattress. Only then would he'd take the step to match her bareness, hooking a thumb under the elastic of the waist he drop the tight fitting underwear to reveal that rigid cock of his to the air. There was nothing between the two now, and not a chance for a breather before Alder moved in on her space. There was no way to describe how Mai smelled to Alder, just that it was far off from the usual rabble that walked in to the Bordello, or the other whores he worked around; he found it a pleasant match to how she looked.
She was right not to trust Alder, in this barren world such as a commodity rarely exchanged at face value, and for good reason. That said, he had her best interests at heart, at least in this encounter. Looking down at her, Alder took a knee to the rug and ran those thick digits across her shins, one on each limb and coming to a halt at the knees. "Am I going too fast?" A question that likely had no right or wrong answer, and offering the briefest of respites.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 12-17-2014
His smile was met by a brilliant one of her own, all perfect pearly teeth and eyes practically sparkling. Pretty was one thing, but perfect was another, and she'd have been just as happy to only be the one. That he might not find her attractive hadn't really crossed her mind. She wasn't vain, but false modesty wasn't something her family considered a virtue.
Those logistical problems still hadn't resolved themselves, but he probably had experience in that kind of thing. Probably. She was going to have to assume. Being a whore seemed like it would mean having a lot of interesting lessons in how to fit two bodies together.
Gnawing at her lower lip kept her from saying any of those things aloud, practically holding her breath until he was close enough to touch her again. Fingers slid along his abdomen, upward to drape her arms over his shoulders again. She hadn't been aware that shoulders were a thing that she was capable of having an opinion on, but she liked his. Not that she was likely to ever say so; what a horrible compliment that would be.
He kissed her like her wanted her, really wanted, and she all but melted against him in response. It was hard to ignore the erection pressed between them, thin fabric no barrier at all when it came to the feel of him. She pushed the thought out of her mind, for now, because otherwise she was going to get very nervous very quickly. She'd much rather focus on kissing him, on the heat of his mouth and the taste of cheap whiskey and his teeth scraping flesh. Her hands were rough, but the rest of her skin was far softer, and his chest against hers was a study in contrasts.
She tipped back onto his bed, kept vaguely upright only because she disliked having his mouth taken from hers. She wasn't kissed often, and any semblance of passion was yet rarer. Years, at least. All thought left her the instant he'd stripped, and she stifled a squeak with a hand over her mouth.
Logistical problems.
–don't stare don't stare don't stare don't stare–
She was staring. Until he knelt down, brought her back to her senses – or as much sense as she ever had. She shook her head immediately at his question, with enough ferocity to have a few stray strands of black hanging in front of her eyes. She was mortified by the thought that he'd noticed her anxiety and misunderstood the cause of it, that she might have lead him to believe she was anything but interested. "Don't stop," she breathed between her fingers, and one of them slid between her lips so that she could bite down on it.
Those logistical problems still hadn't resolved themselves, but he probably had experience in that kind of thing. Probably. She was going to have to assume. Being a whore seemed like it would mean having a lot of interesting lessons in how to fit two bodies together.
Gnawing at her lower lip kept her from saying any of those things aloud, practically holding her breath until he was close enough to touch her again. Fingers slid along his abdomen, upward to drape her arms over his shoulders again. She hadn't been aware that shoulders were a thing that she was capable of having an opinion on, but she liked his. Not that she was likely to ever say so; what a horrible compliment that would be.
He kissed her like her wanted her, really wanted, and she all but melted against him in response. It was hard to ignore the erection pressed between them, thin fabric no barrier at all when it came to the feel of him. She pushed the thought out of her mind, for now, because otherwise she was going to get very nervous very quickly. She'd much rather focus on kissing him, on the heat of his mouth and the taste of cheap whiskey and his teeth scraping flesh. Her hands were rough, but the rest of her skin was far softer, and his chest against hers was a study in contrasts.
She tipped back onto his bed, kept vaguely upright only because she disliked having his mouth taken from hers. She wasn't kissed often, and any semblance of passion was yet rarer. Years, at least. All thought left her the instant he'd stripped, and she stifled a squeak with a hand over her mouth.
Logistical problems.
–don't stare don't stare don't stare don't stare–
She was staring. Until he knelt down, brought her back to her senses – or as much sense as she ever had. She shook her head immediately at his question, with enough ferocity to have a few stray strands of black hanging in front of her eyes. She was mortified by the thought that he'd noticed her anxiety and misunderstood the cause of it, that she might have lead him to believe she was anything but interested. "Don't stop," she breathed between her fingers, and one of them slid between her lips so that she could bite down on it.
The Desert Rose Bordello - Ghostly - 01-08-2015
Alder had no real idea of this girl's experience in bedroom matters beyond what she had told him if he accepted them at face value. That said, what was there to gain by lying at this point? The mechanic while impressed by a nigh saintly girl still existing in the wasteland, when it came down to it she was still buying a prostitutes time. He'd treat Mai as she put herself to be, if true she'd need all the preparation he could provide to ease what would be a rather tight fit.Behind her knees Alder hooked his hands to lift her legs up, pushing them gently towards her chest somewhat so he could put himself in a rather intimate position between her thighs. Now Alder had to make due on his promise about how he was good with more than just his hands. Each woman had their own scent, and Mai did not disappoint in this regard. His breath hot on her lower lips, he was sure she was embarrassed as could be considering her prior reactions, but it was best to get her into it before nerves could sway her away.
He'd start with one slow trace of his tongue up her slit as if testing the waters, but stopped at his actual intent which of course was the clit. That strong pink muscle worked circles around the hood in slow rhythmic motions careful not to press too hard or move too fast. There were no plans to stop regardless of how she reacted, though hopefully it would be in a positive fashion. Every man had their personal methods for eating a girl out, but Alder always found above all of the fancy strokes one could make, a good steady beat to the action made all of the difference.
Alder would see her to finish, because at the very least his partner should always get off at least once, and one could say this broad shouldered gentleman had gills for how long he could hold his breath and perform his duties. Back and forth across the bundle of nerves he'd swipe his tongue, occasionally giving a light suck to bring the flesh into his mouth. What passion he had shown her in their brief flurry of kisses he was bringing to her cunt now slick with his saliva.
The Desert Rose Bordello - megs - 01-17-2015
Brows climbed her forehead at his singular response.
It certainly wasn't much to goo on and her kind easily assumed a thousand different things. He didn't seem like a person who would spare her feelings if he didn't want her around. Didn't seem like to type who would waste time with someone in his bed, when they weren't wanted. However, he kissed her and it was a reassuring as he'd intended it to be because all those ridiculous things she'd been mulling over dissolved.
She settled back against him, unaware that she had tensed up as of preparing to leave. The silence that drifted between them was oddly comforting, when it should have been awkward. Cashmere did not make a habit of having sex with strangers, no matter how attractive and mysterious they happened to be.
She should be in the bar.
She didn't notice when his hand moved to her chest. Cashmere was lost in her own mind again. It was a flaw. Overthinking may as well have been her hobby.
Stomach rumbles brought her back to the moment, and she couldn't help but smile apologetically, hazel eyes refocusing on his face. "I actually should go. The bar. It's. Gotta check on it."
She slid away from him and sat up, throwing her legs over the side of the bed. She did a quick scan of the room for her clothing. She located her shirt and stood the gather it up and pull it over her head. "That's probably cold," she waved a hand at the bowl of chili before shimmying into panties and jeans next. She had shifted back into hostess mode, made things easier to deal with. She didn't mean to seem like she was running away, but there really wasn't another way to describe. She shoved her hands into her pockets and tried not to look as sheepish as she felt. "I can bring you more, if you want."
The Desert Rose Bordello - Tindome - 01-25-2015
Mai had not yet managed to get over the sight of Alder when he knelt between her legs, which was one hell of a sight all its own. She ran both hands through her hair, resisted the temptation to cover her face as she tried and failed to figure out what to do with her… self. Her whole self. All of it. She had no idea what to do with any of it, and it really seemed like she ought to have been able to do… something. Something that looked and felt sexy. That seemed like it might have been asking too much, when she was having a hard enough time remembering to breathe. His shoulders felt enormous beneath her knees.
She was blushing a great deal, and that fact was embarrassing to make the involuntary reaction self-sustaining. Embarrassed that she was embarrassed, that she could not look as eager and willing as she was. Blushing like a virgin was bad enough when she was one; there was no excuse for this. This was hardly one of the things she'd been sheltered from, factually speaking.
But facts were one thing, and realities were another, and the fact that someone could in theory slide his tongue between her lips hardly matched the reality of Alder actually doing it.
A moan that was more of a squeak, and she discovered that leaning back made it easier to relax, easier than watching tousled locks like cornsilk buried between her thighs. She dug her fingers into the mattress, trapped blankets between her fingers as they balled into fists. Her hips seemed to be rocking on their own, despite her attempts to stay relatively still. It seemed like it might be inconsiderate to go cutting off his air supply, when he surely knew better than she did where his mouth would best serve her.
She gave up on staying even remotely upright, fell backward her back arching, shoulderblades pressed into the bed and feet pressed into his back to push her hips higher. Her tiny cries grew longer, louder, larger; mouth open wide to let high-pitched groans escape. She forgot that she was being self-conscious and considerate, legs wrapping around Alder's head and hips grinding against his mouth. She may have said a number of things that would have been horribly offensive to anyone capable of understanding them. Then her cry went so high-pitched that it broke, beyond what she was actually capable of doing as she saw stars.
"O-oh," she sighed, falling limp, "that was – that was – you're really good at that."
She was blushing a great deal, and that fact was embarrassing to make the involuntary reaction self-sustaining. Embarrassed that she was embarrassed, that she could not look as eager and willing as she was. Blushing like a virgin was bad enough when she was one; there was no excuse for this. This was hardly one of the things she'd been sheltered from, factually speaking.
But facts were one thing, and realities were another, and the fact that someone could in theory slide his tongue between her lips hardly matched the reality of Alder actually doing it.
A moan that was more of a squeak, and she discovered that leaning back made it easier to relax, easier than watching tousled locks like cornsilk buried between her thighs. She dug her fingers into the mattress, trapped blankets between her fingers as they balled into fists. Her hips seemed to be rocking on their own, despite her attempts to stay relatively still. It seemed like it might be inconsiderate to go cutting off his air supply, when he surely knew better than she did where his mouth would best serve her.
She gave up on staying even remotely upright, fell backward her back arching, shoulderblades pressed into the bed and feet pressed into his back to push her hips higher. Her tiny cries grew longer, louder, larger; mouth open wide to let high-pitched groans escape. She forgot that she was being self-conscious and considerate, legs wrapping around Alder's head and hips grinding against his mouth. She may have said a number of things that would have been horribly offensive to anyone capable of understanding them. Then her cry went so high-pitched that it broke, beyond what she was actually capable of doing as she saw stars.
"O-oh," she sighed, falling limp, "that was – that was – you're really good at that."