She breathed against his skin at her name, trying to find her heartbeat, feeling his hands on her to bring her back to kiss her. In the back of her mind, the one that wasn’t concerned that she was pressed against Lumiere inch for inch, she considered if they just stopped here and kissed that could be enough.
But another part of her begged and pleaded. It wasn’t for the pleasure or the fact that she was in the bed of someone who was highly attractive and sweet and kind, but a desperation to be loved and consumed, let him in and don’t let him go.
It was a dangerous way to think, especially considering where she had been a few years ago. But to let this go, let it decompose because she was afraid, would be foolish. And if it all ended and nothing came from them, then she’d deal with that bridge when she came to it.
She squealed a little when he flipped them back over, arching her back against his and wondering why he was still decently dressed. She ground against him as he kissed her neck and shoulder, moving back to touch her legs, raising goosebumps.
She couldn’t breathe when his fingers brushed her, pulling her underwear down excrutiatingly slow.
There wasn’t going to be any going back.
She raised herself up on her knees, her fingers opening the button to his pants, pulling the zipper down.
She pulled away, knowing it would be awkward if she tried to completely undress him in their positions. So, keeping her eyes firmly on the sheets, she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and dropping it over the edge of the bed. And, still without looking at him, she reached for his hands, moving a little closer to him, kissing the knuckles of each very, very softly, before she placed them on her breasts, closing her eyes and gasping at the touch.
-laughs- Voyant que je suis un professeur de français, il serait utile.
Take it you’re new here, kid?
*grins* Ahh, je comprendre. Une professeur de francais—c’est fantastique!
Ah, yes, I am. Came the other day, if “came” is the right word to use in this situation. Some people would find it controversial, but if you look at it correctly, any word could be controversial. Controversial is simply a meek term. Controversial is a term that likes change. But nonetheless.
Oh, you’d find that I am indeed new. That is all. *flicks imaginary tail*
Fauna kept her legs and arms around him as he laid her on his bed, determined to keep him as close as possible for as long as possible, very much pleased when she went with him as he sat up, straddling his lap, setting her feet on the bed as she rocked her weight against him. A small sound escaped as she felt his hands sneak under her shirt, skimming along her sides and coming away with her shirt.
Her breathing became heavier as he laid her back down, fisting the sheets in her fingers as his lips traveled down her chest, her body squirming trying to find some relief against his. His kisses along her stomach made her twitch and contract, the sensitive skin along her hips hyperaware of every press and every breath he made.
She closed her eyes as he undid the button to her jeans, something akin to panic building in her chest.
What if she did this wrong? What if she couldn’t remember? What if she didn’t really do anything for him? This could all go so wrong, so quickly.
All she wanted was to make him happy, make him feel the way she did and be enough.
Her body taking over her mind, she lifted her hips to help slide her jeans off, eyes still closed while she forced her mind to shut down and enjoy, please, don’t ruin this.
She gasped at the feel of his kiss on her thigh, her fingers twisting the sheets, her head falling back into his pillows, trying to catch her breath , and she was relieved he was holding her in place because she wasn’t quite sure what she would have done otherwise.
But that was before he moved up her thigh, to where it met her hip and started nibbling and licking the skin and if this was her punishment she was at a loss of whether she wanted it to end or keep going.
“Ngh,” she mewled, her head coming up to see what he was doing and the sight combined with the feelings was almost enough to undo her. A shock ran through her when his eyes met her’s, his lips still on her hip.
“Please,” she begged.
As soon as he was close enough, she gripped his open shirt and hauled him to her, kissing him deeply, letting her tongue trip across the roof of his mouth as she moaned. She pulled his shirt open more, pushing it off his shoulders before he took over and tossed it with her shirt.
She put her hands on his chest and pushed, rolling them over so he was laying down and she was once again straddling him.
“I like this view.” She said, softly, running her hands lightly down his chest. “I hope you don’t mind.” She smiled, her fingers retracing back up to his shoulders and down his arms to his hands, interlacing their fingers and bending down to kiss him soundly, rocking against him once more.
She kissed the corner of his mouth, the angle of his jaw, down his neck and to his collarbone, slipping down his body until she reached his stomach.
Pushing her hair behind her ear, Fauna kissed his stomach, smiling when it contracted as she moved to kiss his well define abs, nipping at the skin with her teeth, her fingers gripping his tighter as she flicked her tongue against his hipbone.
She moved dangerously close to the line of his pants, immediately deciding she could tease him as he had ruthlessly teased her.
She pressed tiny, soft, almost not there kisses along his hips, letting her tongue lightly ride the V between, and nipping his other hip at the last minute.
Against her thigh, he smiled at the little sounds that she made, letting himself stop just to hear them. He couldn’t imagine himself ever growing tired of them.
As soon as she had spoke, he moved himself forward to face her, letting his hand skim across her arm as he did, his chest just skimming her skin. He kept his gaze on her as he moved, not once blinking or looking away. He let his hand move to the bed as his hand pressed against the sheets.
When she grabbed at his shirt and pulled him in, his body reacted straight away, his other hand placing opposite the other, so that both of his arms were on either side of her, his hands close to touching her skin, yet far enough so that they still wouldn’t in the slightest movement.
He let out a more quick breath as her tongue touched the root of his mouth, letting his mouth part even more before he felt her hands pushing against his shirt. He kept his mouth close to hers as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, before he let the shirt slide down his arms, taking it and chucking it to the floor so that it fell a few inches from her own shirt.
He didn’t protest as she pressed her hand against his chest, flipping their positions as she straddled him again. For a few moments he let his hand trace the side of her body, before he placed his hand back on the bed, looking up towards her.
He smirked as he felt her hand brush down his chest, “Hmmm, I’m perfectly fine with it.” He felt his skin react to her touch, before she took his hand and inter-winded his with her own. He brushed his thumb against her hand as she bent down to kiss him.
He opened his mouth to kiss her, letting himself nibble her bottom lip before she began to move her kisses, slipping lower down. He let his head rest back in the pillow as he felt her mouth against his bare skin, feeling his stomach contract as she reached the area, letting the one or two sounds come from his lips.
When she began to kiss his hips, he made a small sound as he closed his eyes for a moment, before she nibbled one of them and he opened them again.
"Fauna," He said softly, looking back towards her as he brought her back up to face him. He kissed her again for a moment, pulling away from her slowly before he took both of her hands again.
He then, quickly flipped them again, so that they were in the same position as before, holding both their hands against the headboard as he began to kiss her again, letting it follow down her neck and to her shoulder, before he came to her bra strap. He pushed the material down her arm a bit with his kisses, before he lowered his kisses again, letting his hands fall from hers as he lent back so he was kneeling on the bed, her feet just touching his knees. He let his hand trail down her leg, stopping at her knee before it traveled back up again.
He took his eyes from her legs to her for a moment again. He couldn’t help but to just look at her every so often.
He let his hand brush against the fabric, before he hooked his thumb into it and pulled them down, letting his hand follow them as he guided them off her legs. Once they were removed he placed them aside as he lent forward just a tad, kissing one of her legs that was slightly higher than the other.