[ the kisses pause as he shakes with silent laughter. he smiles into her hip and lets the amusement roll through him. it's just really hard not to laugh when she says things like that and his brain conjures up images of him handing back his vagina license. ]
Sorry, babe. [ there's still laughter in his voice as he looks back up at her. ] You don't need to go that far and ruin the pillow.
[ because her frustration means it's time to get down to business and make her feel amazing. he kisses his way back to her clit and curls two fingers into her. it's easy to find her sweet spots and the rhythm her body likes. experience breeds familiarity and raleigh has a lot of really nice experience with naomi's body.
someone once told him that he had a pianist's hands and while he's never been able to carry a tune in a bucket, raleigh can play her like a steinway. it's a bit of a cheesy line, but it fits. the hitches in her breathing, the way she says oh, god... it's like music to his ears. and that's what he aims for as he licks at her clit--those noises that tell him she's thoroughly enjoying herself. ]
Ralei-- [ her hands fly back against the pillows when his mouth finds her again. when his fingers push into her and curl before he pumps, slow and easy. he knows her so well, is such a thorough lover because that's just how raleigh is - generous, patient, putting others before himself.
she holds out for about a full minute before her hips start to hitch in counterpoint to his tongue, her breath labored, small sounds caught at the back of her throat. he makes her body sing. he's not touching her anywhere else but down there with his mouth and his fingers play her like a familiar song, but every nerve ending feels as taut as newly stretched out guitar strings.
she spasms up when the tandem of his fingers and his tongue send a sharp stab of lust through her, the tremor under her skin like the suspension of a chord in mid-air. she runs her fingers over his scalp at that, a whine escaping her and she begs babe? babe, please. as she writhes against the sheets. ]
[ he loves seeing her like this. loves the way her hips cant up, the way those half-formed little noises sound, the way she gets completely lost in the way he makes her feel. it's breathtaking, really, how good she looks. and it's really tempting to slow this down and draw it out even longer. to watch her get so wound up she doesn't think she can take it anymore.
but he doesn't want his vagina privileges revoked, so he tilts his wrist and changes the angle of his fingers inside her. he replaces his tongue with his thumb so he can kiss his way up her body. and maybe he's enjoying the time it takes to do that a little more than he'd admit to his frustrated girlfriend.
his mouth slants over hers as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. sadly, ( or maybe not so sadly, depending on how you look at it ) his arm's been aching a little for the past few days and carrying her into the bedroom was about his limit for it supporting weight. raleigh rolls onto his back, good arm pulling naomi along with him. ] Sit back a bit?
[ it's not lost on her when he uses his good arm to tug her close and if she tosses him a reprimanding look, it's brief, because then she's sliding her mouth up against his, fingers catching his wrists to pin them up against the edge of the headboard. ] You shouldn't strain your arm so much, [ she murmurs against his jaw before she moves to press a line of kisses on the curve of his bicep.
he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
[ he's about to murmur a reply, a it's totally worth it because it really, really is. but then she kisses his scars. she straddles him and--is she leaving a hickey by the burn scars? that's new and feels surprisingly good. so good that he can't actually reply, all he can do is hiss a breath in between his teeth.
his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
Wait [ she's a little breathless against his skin, her hand wrapped around him tight as she strokes, slow and encouraging so that he swells against her palm ] Wait [ she presses kisses over his chest, her tongue finding the hardened nub of his nipple as her hips hitch over his thigh in time to the movement of her arm.
she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]
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Sorry, babe. [ there's still laughter in his voice as he looks back up at her. ] You don't need to go that far and ruin the pillow.
[ because her frustration means it's time to get down to business and make her feel amazing. he kisses his way back to her clit and curls two fingers into her. it's easy to find her sweet spots and the rhythm her body likes. experience breeds familiarity and raleigh has a lot of really nice experience with naomi's body.
someone once told him that he had a pianist's hands and while he's never been able to carry a tune in a bucket, raleigh can play her like a steinway. it's a bit of a cheesy line, but it fits. the hitches in her breathing, the way she says oh, god... it's like music to his ears. and that's what he aims for as he licks at her clit--those noises that tell him she's thoroughly enjoying herself. ]
i love them :c i really do
she holds out for about a full minute before her hips start to hitch in counterpoint to his tongue, her breath labored, small sounds caught at the back of her throat. he makes her body sing. he's not touching her anywhere else but down there with his mouth and his fingers play her like a familiar song, but every nerve ending feels as taut as newly stretched out guitar strings.
she spasms up when the tandem of his fingers and his tongue send a sharp stab of lust through her, the tremor under her skin like the suspension of a chord in mid-air. she runs her fingers over his scalp at that, a whine escaping her and she begs babe? babe, please. as she writhes against the sheets. ]
me too omg
but he doesn't want his vagina privileges revoked, so he tilts his wrist and changes the angle of his fingers inside her. he replaces his tongue with his thumb so he can kiss his way up her body. and maybe he's enjoying the time it takes to do that a little more than he'd admit to his frustrated girlfriend.
his mouth slants over hers as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her. sadly, ( or maybe not so sadly, depending on how you look at it ) his arm's been aching a little for the past few days and carrying her into the bedroom was about his limit for it supporting weight. raleigh rolls onto his back, good arm pulling naomi along with him. ] Sit back a bit?
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he has scars from where the drivesuit overloaded years and years ago, and while he's not ashamed of them, she knows that there's another reason why he wears sweaters -- and it's not always because they're comfy and alaska is cold.
she widens her mouth over his skin, sucks gently because she likes the taste of him in her mouth and as she straddles his thigh, her weight balanced between her knees, her other hand releases his wrist in favor of skimming down the taut planes of his stomach.
he's hard in her hand and she thumbs a slow circle around the head of his cock, her last two fingers tracing the underside, featherlike over skin. ]
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his hands scrabble for a grip on the headboard as her fingers drift over his stomach. whether or not she intended for him to keep his hands there, that's where they're staying for now. and it's really hard not to cant his hips up when she touches him like that, so he doesn't really try. it's a short, hitching movement, her name a low mumble on his lips.
this isn't exactly what he had in mind when he rolled them over and asked her to sit back. he was thinking something more along the lines of thrusting up into her while she clenched around him and came hard, but apparently she wants to tease him first. turnabout may be fair play, but it also kind of sucks. and not in the good way. ]
Naomi... [ there is not a thread of whining in his voice. no, not at all. ] Babe, come on, please.
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she can feel the damp between her legs and she wants him hard and full before she lets him thrust into her; wants more than just the whine that she can hear in his voice because when he says her name, when he is muttering expletives as she rides him over the edge, it is something she just cannot resist.
some people like minor bondage or have certain, favorite positions, but the thing is, what really gets naomi off is raleigh becket being a mouthy little thing in bed - don't ask her why, everyone has their kinks. ]