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Coffee Break [Closed] - Hobo_Bob - 06-21-2015
"Ahhh~ yes yes....very bad man..." was all that could be said as she once more took his ear into her mouth. Not that she knew of any of his neighbors. There had to be people occupying the homes to each side of his, they were far too lovely of things to not be occupied. But perhaps it was also because of Jean himself that she didn't think too much on said neighbors. he was, after all, oh so entertaining.It was a little cruel to ignore the erection that was so obvious and delightful. Causing her to react in a way to flutter and tickle her body in pleasure. Even now, she could barely feel him against her as she remained lifted above him. Something she knew could really be of a nuisance later if she was not careful. "Signore...My fun is eh....slow, no? Perhaps it is you to do things..."
The little power she had over him was only that. Very little. Much preferring being ordered about and ravished as he had done in the kitchen earlier was becoming more and more appealing. Role reversals sometimes were in order.
Coffee Break [Closed] - Tindome - 06-23-2015
Jean chuckled, a low rumble of sound, tilting his head obligingly for her as his mouth slowly spread to a smile. Withholding from herself as much as from him, it was a familiar game that she was playing. It was not always one that he humored. It was his preference, after all, to make people express the things he already knew to be true. It would be easy enough to just give everyone what they wanted, knowing it as he did. But so much more fun to make them ask, to make them squirm, to make them beg.
And considering both his strength and hers, this had the potential to turn into a very peculiar wrestling match.
Nonetheless, he took an initiative she had not quite asked for. He turned, rolled over so that she was beneath him on the bed, his limbs caging her in.
"You are not worried, Signorina," he purred, "that I am a very bad man?" Too much residual power in him to be troubled by his leg, though if she thought to prod at him there, he would be very cross indeed. "I can be very cruel," he said, bending his head to nip at her throat with the sharp points of his teeth, "to pretty little books." Though for actual books, his cruelty more often took the form of neglect, left to sit on shelves and tables and stacks on the floor. He was not always better with people, in that regard.
And considering both his strength and hers, this had the potential to turn into a very peculiar wrestling match.
Nonetheless, he took an initiative she had not quite asked for. He turned, rolled over so that she was beneath him on the bed, his limbs caging her in.
"You are not worried, Signorina," he purred, "that I am a very bad man?" Too much residual power in him to be troubled by his leg, though if she thought to prod at him there, he would be very cross indeed. "I can be very cruel," he said, bending his head to nip at her throat with the sharp points of his teeth, "to pretty little books." Though for actual books, his cruelty more often took the form of neglect, left to sit on shelves and tables and stacks on the floor. He was not always better with people, in that regard.
Coffee Break [Closed] - Hobo_Bob - 06-23-2015
Ahh....such a pity that once he had her on her back, his body and limbs as a cage to keep her in, she could not help the large smile that spread her lips into a gleeful-devilish smirk. He played his games with her, pulled at her desires - within him or in food or bathing. Legs, considerably smaller and shorter than his own, came up a little to bend at the knees and hug his waist with them. Smooth warmed skin touched equally soft and yet hard skin. He was nearly between her legs again.Most of her wanted him there.
More wanted him to tease her into further submission.
"Worries, il mio drago? I think no...." Rhys gasped softly and tilted her head back, giving him room and a red carpet invitation to to neck, much as she had when they first met. She - a bag of rags and no shoes with bruises enough to destroy her spirit - and he the dark demon that enticed her and asked her to stay. Or his lack of wanting her to leave was enough of an invitation.
He hasn't kicked her out yet, and they were bonded. For now, at least.
Her body shivered from the feel of his sharp teeth at her skin, and she once more saw him piercing them into her flesh and drinking of her magic. Blood was there too, but it was not real blood. For books did not really bleed. Even if he was cruel as he so said. "You are too careful with this little tomb." smiling at her own inside joke, Rhys moved her hands above her head and licked her lips, turning them a little red with the action.
Coffee Break [Closed] - Tindome - 08-06-2015
He drank of her desire as he ran his hands along her legs, sharp points of her nails drawing indeterminate shapes along her thigh. The hand with nails trimmed short slid between them, and began to draw circles around her clit, stroking near to her entrance without penetrating her. Gentle strokes and feather-light touches, manipulation designed not to give her any real satisfaction. Coaxing her into wanting more, into asking, into begging.
"Very fearless," he murmured, dragging teeth along bared skin. He kissed her throat, along her pulse, close to arteries that could very easily be dangerous. Points like knives dangerously close to her lifeblood, but such things had no appeal to him, creature that he was. It was another kind of life that he craved, something deeper and less tangible.
"But of course," he said softly, and he pressed his mouth to hers, his touch a little firmer between her legs as he ran his tongue along hers. "What sort of a bookseller would I be," he wondered as he pulled away, kissing the corners of her mouth between words, "if my rarest copies were ill-treated?"
"Very fearless," he murmured, dragging teeth along bared skin. He kissed her throat, along her pulse, close to arteries that could very easily be dangerous. Points like knives dangerously close to her lifeblood, but such things had no appeal to him, creature that he was. It was another kind of life that he craved, something deeper and less tangible.
"But of course," he said softly, and he pressed his mouth to hers, his touch a little firmer between her legs as he ran his tongue along hers. "What sort of a bookseller would I be," he wondered as he pulled away, kissing the corners of her mouth between words, "if my rarest copies were ill-treated?"
Coffee Break [Closed] - Hobo_Bob - 08-13-2015
Much as she had requested of him, she would not touch him until he had given her permission. Grasping the bedding above her head, her body sizzled and followed the trail his hand made along her leg. Goose bumps rose and fell where he touched her skin, following the designs and for a short moment her marks sparked to life. Glowed for a fleeting moment as if he had traced them knowingly before dying down into pale marks. They had once been as black as day, all around her body from the tips of her fingers to her nose. Now, they were all but faded and shimmered rarely. Blending into her skin to be neigh untraceable. Until they glowed.
Words rose and died on her lips equally as fast once his hand found her bundle of nerves. Jumping a little under him, Rhys groaned aloud and tried to focus on keeping her body still and unmoving.
Hungrily accepting his kiss.
Even more she desired his touch, and yet craved to be driven to near insanity. Jean could tease her body with his hands alone and make her reach that point. Yet in his lips and his sharp teeth she wanted more. To have him at her neck or ribs, biting and licking. Taking that tongue of his to further use. Other than to speak in that purr she knew almost all too well. Her hips ground against is hand as he pressed against her more, pulling incoherent words from gasping breaths.
RE: Coffee Break [Closed] - Tindome - 11-25-2015
His mouth curled in a grin, split wide in a show of teeth against her skin that he did nothing to disguise. Pleased unduly by the glow of her skin that had so long eluded him – not the glorious display he had seen some hands evoke, fleeting and faint, but it pleased him nonetheless.
Magic was beyond him, but frustrated arousal was his specialty. Perhaps that was what was different, this time.
Further research was going to be necessary, in this regard.
Still he stroked between her legs, and whenever she grew too near to the edge his touch grew lighter, barely a touch at all. Just enough to drive her mad, just enough to bring her close, over and over again. He kissed along her jaw, beneath her ear and along her neck and down to her breasts, careful of the bruises that yet marred her skin. His eyes were a pale sky blue, barely blue at all; they almost seemed to glow, but unlike her skin, it was only an illusion.
Illusory, as with so many things about him.
His teeth grazed the soft skin of her breasts, his tongue along the rigid peak; again the threat of danger, though empty, ever-cautious. Writhing, panting, begging – wanting was what he wanted, regardless of his own release.
Magic was beyond him, but frustrated arousal was his specialty. Perhaps that was what was different, this time.
Further research was going to be necessary, in this regard.
Still he stroked between her legs, and whenever she grew too near to the edge his touch grew lighter, barely a touch at all. Just enough to drive her mad, just enough to bring her close, over and over again. He kissed along her jaw, beneath her ear and along her neck and down to her breasts, careful of the bruises that yet marred her skin. His eyes were a pale sky blue, barely blue at all; they almost seemed to glow, but unlike her skin, it was only an illusion.
Illusory, as with so many things about him.
His teeth grazed the soft skin of her breasts, his tongue along the rigid peak; again the threat of danger, though empty, ever-cautious. Writhing, panting, begging – wanting was what he wanted, regardless of his own release.
RE: Coffee Break [Closed] - Hobo_Bob - 12-05-2015
More than once she cried out, ready to complete the minuet of pleasurable torture that he pulled from her lips and quivering body with his hands and lips. More than once he skillfully touched her body in ways and places that made her squeak in surprise and then melt. Jean was far too indulging of her own wants and desires, she almost wanted to ask him to stop.
Until he took her to that near breaking point to stop and hear another whimper of disappointment.
"Signore~..." she groaned as if in pain, her hands still above her head grasping and pulling on the bedding, "You try to kill me with glass heart, si?" writhing a little from the ghost of a touch he gave her, Rhys finally moved her hands from above her head to smooth along his hair while his lips were working on her breast.
Both a twisting, pulling sensation knotted up inside of her stomach while she felt his tongue along her skin. The sharp points poking her smooth skin yet did not pierce. He never would, it was not who Jean was. Possibly.
Rhys lifted her body from the bed once more, pressing herself into his hand and seeking out his own body for more of his touch than just his fingers. She wanted his dick inside of her. Stretching and rubbing. Hot. More of her mind blacked out while she held him. The faded ink along her body flickering with each moment of her mental state falling to pieces.
RE: Coffee Break [Closed] - Tindome - 06-07-2016
Teasing and teasing and teasing more, bringing her close but never allowing her release. She cried out, she whimpered, she moaned, and yet still she did not beg. Tension building, and she had more self-control than he might have guessed to go so long without release.
When she finally spoke, Jean couldn't help but grin, expression hidden against her skin. He resisted the temptation to laugh – most people didn't care for that kind of thing during sex. Though there were always exceptions.
"Your heart would not break so easily, I think, passerotta," he teased, his breath hot against her skin. "More like iron, to make such wonderful noise." He could hear it pounding against her ribs, in his ears, calling out as clearly as her voice. Never so fragile as she looked, she'd proven that already.
The way she moved, demanding his touch, was practically begging if not with words. "I do not recall saying you could do that," he observed, but it was a rebuke without bite. He'd no intention of punishing her for it; he hadn't forbidden her, either. The closest he came to that was taking his fingers away from her entirely, perhaps a punishment in their absence. But those fingers were replaced with his cock, the head of it sliding over her clit first to tease her. Then, finally, he started to enter her, speared the hard length of him into the core of her, slick heat tight around him.
Jean buried his face in her neck to press his chest against hers, hard muscle against soft skin. He adjusted the angle of his hips until he could taste the sudden sweetness that meant he'd found the perfect spot, his cock grinding against it as his hips hit hers. He did not quite growl, but he very nearly did, the sound escaping his throat through his teeth.
When she finally spoke, Jean couldn't help but grin, expression hidden against her skin. He resisted the temptation to laugh – most people didn't care for that kind of thing during sex. Though there were always exceptions.
"Your heart would not break so easily, I think, passerotta," he teased, his breath hot against her skin. "More like iron, to make such wonderful noise." He could hear it pounding against her ribs, in his ears, calling out as clearly as her voice. Never so fragile as she looked, she'd proven that already.
The way she moved, demanding his touch, was practically begging if not with words. "I do not recall saying you could do that," he observed, but it was a rebuke without bite. He'd no intention of punishing her for it; he hadn't forbidden her, either. The closest he came to that was taking his fingers away from her entirely, perhaps a punishment in their absence. But those fingers were replaced with his cock, the head of it sliding over her clit first to tease her. Then, finally, he started to enter her, speared the hard length of him into the core of her, slick heat tight around him.
Jean buried his face in her neck to press his chest against hers, hard muscle against soft skin. He adjusted the angle of his hips until he could taste the sudden sweetness that meant he'd found the perfect spot, his cock grinding against it as his hips hit hers. He did not quite growl, but he very nearly did, the sound escaping his throat through his teeth.