[Ray Ostermann] It’s early morning, and the sun still hasn’t found its way through the heavy drapes of Ray’s bedroom. They still lay there, intertwined and peaceful as the morning slowly tries to encroach on them. But it won’t be the sunlight that wakes them this quiet morning. A few minutes roll by, and an alarm begins to buzz, the digital clock on the night stand next to Ray’s massive bed suddenly springing to life, doing its job.
“Ughhhh..i forgot about that.”
He murmers as he reaches over and hits the alarm, dissabling its screeching announcement, and the room falls silent once again. But Ray doesn’t hop up immediately, he lays there, maybe he usually gets up early for another reason, eitherway he doesn’t seem to be in a rush to get moving this morning.
[Marni] The alarm goes off and she growls her discontent with the intrusion – then furthers her protest by turning as he reaches for it, and shoving her head under the pillows with a grumbling mutter. She quiets as he returns the room to silence, and after a moment she peeks out from under the pillow, all dark eyes under impossibly tangled curls. She blinks once, twice and then when she decides he’s not moving away yet, curls up against him again.
She slides her arm over his chest, and nuzzles up against his neck, curvy form curling against him, all warm and sleepy and content. “s’early…”
Brilliant right out of the gate, she is.
[Ray Ostermann] He doesn’t move away when she curls in against him, seeking his body warmth and the comfort his form gives. His own arm actually wraps up around her back, fingers resting on her spine as he breaths softly.
He rubs his face when she mentions the time and he sighs slowly remembering why he sets his alarm so early.
“Yeah sorry. Its about this time in the morning that i get up so I can beat the rush for the pool. You have to be ahead of all the other business stiffs, or you’ll never get out of there.”
His voice is soft, but it still holds that richness to it, even this morning, the entire room smells like he does, with the exception of the cigars, and she can smell him in the sheets all around her.
[Marni] She grins, the expression felt against his neck, lazy and content. “I had a lovely pool workout a few hours ago with a certain business stiff, hm?” In the pool, in the bed…
Her muscles are delightfully fatigued, though once she gets moving she’ll get over that easily enough. She’s languidly sensuous as she stretches against him, the cat who ate the canary, smug and serene.
She breathes deeply of his scent, surrounded by it as she is, and sighs a little happy moan, even as she refuses to open her eyes again. Fingers slide along his side in easy caress. She wasn’t kidding when she said she liked to cuddle – she clearly has no intention of moving anywhere just yet.
[Ray Ostermann] “Wouldn’t that be with a certain businessman’s stiff?”
Its crude, but he manages to joke even with his brain barely active. But from the looks of it, Ray is the sort who is used to getting up once hes awake. But for now, he willingly allows Marni to claim him for her purposes. He certainly seemed to be willing before afterall.
“I’m guessing you don’t have to be anywhere pressing do you?”
He asks as he runs his fingers up along her back and flicks playfully through her hair, before his fingers settle into place once more. His voice is almost awake, but his tone indicates that he has nowhere to go…not yet. And isn’t really interested in getting out of bed either for once.
[Marni] She grins and nips at his neck, playfully. “Absolutely.” She set him up for that joke perfectly, and is quite content with how he picked it up.
He might be the type who’s used to getting up quickly, but she certainly is not. Especially in the morning. Unless there’s something to kill [other than an alarmclock..]
“Hmmm? Nope. No place to go unless I get a pack call.” Which is odd, as he knows she doesn’t have a phone. “Feels like they’re still sleeping too.”
She arches her back into his touch, chuckling as he finds her hair an impossible mass of curled tangles. “Of course, your gonna have to feed me something eventually – else I die of starvation…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray laughs lightly at her suggestion of food but he does nod in agreement. His gaze tracking over to look her in the face as her back arches.
“I hope you know I’m a horrible cook, I burn rice with the best of my brethern. So I wouldn’t expect to many amazing morning after meals…just fair warning.”
[Marni] She just grins at him, that same little knowing grin that falls so easily across her lips. “I take it you haven’t heard the horror stories of Gnawers and the fact that we’ll literally eat ANYTHING?”
She stretches luxuriously, thrilling in the feel of him, of the sheets, of everything that touches her skin as she does so. “Lucky for you, I’m an ok cook. I’m sure I can rummage up something so we don’t starve…”
[Ray Ostermann] “No i can’t say i have….but then I haven’t learned much about all of the other tribes yet. You are my first hand experience.”
He smiles at her and runs a hand down over her cheek before stretching himself, his back arching into the silken sheets even as she remains ontop of him. Before he settles into their comfortable embrace once more, his free hand running through his hair as he settles.
“I’m honestly not to sure what I should be doing with you…if i should be running for the hills, or staying right here and doing my duty over and over again..”
He jokes, but behind those eyes its obvious he’s really wondering, he may not mind being with her, but his loyalty to his tribe..even though he is new. Is blisteringly strong.
[Marni] She laughs and drags her nails lightly, playfully over his chest as he stretches. “Well, most of us Gnawers – being the low low low end of the totem pole, most of us have a pretty relaxed idea about sex and relationships and so on and so forth.”
She rolls over to stretch out on top of him, squirming until she’s comfortable, then folds her hands over his chest and rests her chin on them, so she can watch him while she talks. “That’s not to say we don’t mate, and mate forever – but a lot of us aren’t adverse to playing the field, as it were.”
She spreads her thighs to straddle his hips, and pushes to sit up, the sheets pooling down around her waist again as she stretches contentedly, shamelessly. “I wasn’t kidding when I said that I had no intention of stealing you away from your tribe. And if you find some hot shadowy chick that turns your crank, I’m not going to go all SingleWhiteFemale on your ass either.”
She lets her hands fall to trace lazy pictures on his lower belly, and tips her head at him and grins. “Now, if you fall in love with me, or I you – THEN well talk. But for now? There’s nothing wrong with a little bit of fun..”
A beat. “BUT.” She mock growls at him. “You ever call fucking me ‘doing your duty’ again? I will bite you.” Ah, but those eyes still dance with mischief – it’s clear she’s teasing him.
[Ray Ostermann] And he laughs when she says it, but only because he sees whats in her eyes. He lays back and seems to greatly enjoy the lovely view of the woman now straddling him, bathed in the soft blue light of the sun as it just manages to creep in through the shades. And he runs a hand up to her collar, before slowly, slowly running it back down.
“I can live with that….but are you certain you don’t enjoy me performing my duty? I know I have found myself enjoying it quite a bit.”
He pushes up with his hips just once, a look of laughter playing across his face as his hands slip to her thighs and hold her there, his head cants to the side pushing silken pillows out of the way as he does so.
“I just wasn’t sure how territorial the true born get, i’ve no illusions about your nature, so i was just being careful. I’m no longer my worlds apex predator afterall, men in business suits have something to fear at long last.”
[Marni] She growls at him again, but it turns into something much more like a purring moan as his fingers run across her skin, her hips curling to meet his as he pushes up into her, playfully. “Ooooooh I think you know damn well I enjoyed it. In fact, I’m pretty sure all your neighbors know too after that last round before we collapsed… whew. All I can say about that is – Well done, sir, well done!”
She chuckles, and then lifts a shoulder into a shrug. “Now, some aren’t as easy going as me. Some tribes get downright patriarchal about such things, but me – I’m pretty laid back. And even at my most growly and ferocious, I’m absolutely 100% adorable…”
[Ray Ostermann] He laughs, that warm infectious laugh as she speaks and he runs a hand up over her thigh and along her side, his eyes traveling with it, taking in all there is to see.
“I’m starting to see that about you. I don’t have to worry or consider my actions quite as much with you….or at least not in the same way.”
His smile widens briefly at that, his gaze flickering up to hers before he looks back at her stomach as his hand works along her body, knowing full well she greatly enjoys such caressing.
“I am surprised you haven’t already found someone..”
[Marni] She sucks her lower lip in between her teeth, biting gently as she lets her eyes close, all the more to feel every single slide of his hands over her, knowing he knows exactly where and how to touch her – having explored her form so thoroughly last night. Her lip slides free into that grin again, as she watches him through barely parted lashes.
“I’ve found LOTS of someones… but none that I’m ready to settle down with yet.” She shrugs, slightly, and chuckles. “Besides, if I were to take serious what you’ve been pokin at me in fun? And I got all knocked up? I’d have to quit fighting, and I’d get all fat and whale-like and god – stretch marks! And then you wouldn’t want to even look at me anymore…”
[Ray Ostermann] His brow raises incredulously and he chuckles, his hands run over her belly at that moment, and he looks there, trying to imagine what she might look like with her belly full of child. Before his hands pull away and once again seek out those sensitive spots that he had managed to find.
“Maybe, maybe not. We might not know unless it happened. But for now…like you said. Were here to have fun, something we’ve been doing plenty of.”
[Marni] She grins down at him, and then folds down over him, pressing close as she captures his lips with her own in a far too brief, yet somehow full of promise kiss.
“Exactly. And if anything changes, we can talk about it then… but now? Now you’ve a decision to make…”
Oh dear. Didn’t she just say they were having fun and no need to be all serious? She kisses her way along his jaw, until she can murmur across his ear… “You want breakfast now…” And she curls her hips against him with a soft little sighing moan… “Or later…”
[Ray Ostermann] He would have spoke, but his body, in all its infinite wisdom and memory, chose to speak for him, as his stomach rumbles beneath Marni’s soft skin, even as she works to seduce the rest of him. He actually looks apologetic when his stomach does that, before laughing.
“To fight my body…or simply accept its judgement, tough call.”
[Marni] She can’t help but laugh, as her belly rumbles it’s agreement. “I guess we HAVE been burning a lot of calories.”
She grins at him, and gives him a quick kiss, before she sits up and looks around – then spying what she wants, she pulls from him with a sudden burst of energy (where does she GET it all?) and snatches up the buttondown shirt he was wearing the night before, slipping it on and buttoning two of the buttons at her waist, leaving oh so much of her deliciously bare.
“Breakfast it is. To the kitchen!” And she blows him a kiss, and heads in that direction with a delicious wiggle under the crisp lines of his shirt.
She wasn’t kidding. She looks FANTASTIC in just his shirt…
[Ray Ostermann] *He of course watches that energetic ass as she sways out of the bedroom, dressed only in his shirt. He waits a moment, a smile playing across his lips before at last he pulls himself out of the bed and pulls on the silken housecoat, and follows her slowly to the kitchen.
“And what will be on the menu this morning Marni, tell our audience.”
[Marni] She isn’t shy at all about prowling through the fridge, searching to see what he has available to fix. She starts piling things in her arms, wrinkling her nose as she contemplates the choices. Finally, she turns and nudges the fridge home with a hip as she grins at him.
“Looks like an egg scramble – with some random bits of goodness tossed in to make a fantastic.” She sets the eggs down, as well as the takeout container of Chinese – left over mongolian beef and some cheese, and an onion that doesn’t look like it’s growing yet. She searches the cupboards, and comes up with some basic spices too, and makes a happy little noise. Next up, a sauce pan, and butter which she starts to melting on the stove.
“Sound good? Next time I’ll bring some stuff and make you biscuits n gravy…” Comfort food at it’s best.
[Ray Ostermann] “It sounds like a veritable feast, one that leaves my skill in this room in the dust. Buying and selling has never transfered will into the world of cooking. Otherwise id be a five star chef as well.”
He does however, go to put on the coffee machine, this he does easily, having done it many many times before. His presses the start after filling it with water and a fine dark blend of coffee bean grinds. Its only a moment later that the air fills with that invigorating scent of coffee.
“Ahhh next to a fine woman, there is no better way to start your morning.”
He comments as he sniffs the air, inhaling the aroma.
[Marni] “Mmmmmmmm I agree.” Let him chew on THAT one, hm?
She winks at him, and slides the butter around in the pan, then locates a knife to make quick work of chopping up that onion, and adding it to the pan. She moves around his kitchen as if she has been in it forever, finding things easily and just… looking at home. Her bare feet make little sound on the tile – but she, herself, makes little happy content noises as she works. Once the onions are softened, she adds the beef and brocolli and let the heat work it’s way through it, while she locates bread and the toaster.
“Gnawer elders are called Mamas – kin or garou, it doesn’t matter. My Mama back home, Mama L, she always had something on the stove. She’d make a giant pot of stew or soup and just leave it on the back of the stove simmering away, and we’d just show up, grab a bowl, and chow down whenever we had a chance.”
[Ray Ostermann] He watches her move about the kitchen, finding things he hasnt even touched in some time. His smile is an amused one, but he is obviously impressed by her ease and skill in the kitchen, and in life in general as she works away, aroma’ starting to mingle and fill the small space.
“That must have been something….my family only ever had food out at meal time. Otherwise it was considered a waste….I think I would have preferred your families style to mine. But then, if id had my way…i would probably be a very obese man.”
[Marni] She chuckles and shrugs. “We have a high metabolism – burn it off almost as soon as we eat it. That and we tend to be street people – I lived in a box before I joined the Spitfire pack, and Max got us a place. When ya never know where your next meal is coming from, you learn to eat a lot whenever its available.”
She says it so matter of fact, as if it’s simply a way of life, and might even be the way she prefers it.
The meat fills the kitchen with it’s scent, and she goes about scrambling half a dozen eggs or so into it, before she hands him a cheese grater and the block of cheese. “Shred up some would ya?” Ah, put him to work, now…
[Ray Ostermann] He shakes his head as he listens to her story, and he steps up diligently to grate the cheese, that he can at least do, hopefully without slicing into his fingers.
“My family never had to live on the street, we came close, very close once or twice but it never actually happened. I don’t think i could imagine it.”
His smile beams at her, a compliment on his lips as he looks her up and down with absolutely no shame.
“Mind you, aside from the ragged jeans…you really don’t look much like a homeless person. Brand new apartment or not.”
[Marni] She laughs and swats at him playfully, before continuing to monitor the eggs. “It’s not so bad – we have some little tricks and gifts and stuff that make it easier for us than most folks. For example, I can make any regular old box into a shelter that’s water tight, and WARM.. no matter what the temperature is outside. I can also smell a recently dropped or tossed bag of food a mile away. Scored a whole buncha free chinese one night when some idiot left the bag on top of his car and drove off. Ate that shit for THREE DAYS.”
She grabs some plates down, and when she judges the eggs to be perfectly done – a little moist still, but nowhere near runny – nice and fluffy – she goes about scooping two heaping helpings onto plates for them. Then she slides the plates over for him to drizzle with the cheese, as she turns off the stove.
“You haven’t seen me all bundled up for cold, either. Or when I haven’t managed a shower in a couple weeks. Chicago’s been pretty good to me.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Ahhh so your a very capable, fashionable homeless person are you? Its good to know i still attract the best of the best, no matter their field or lifestyle.”
More jokes, he’s all playful and teasing this morning as he watches the woman work. When she brings the plates over he quite liberally sprinkles cheese over all the plates. He’s not skimpy, not in the least. He doesn’t have to worry about buying more afterall.
[Marni] “Pretty much.” She bumps him with her hip, and then hits the fridge again for the hot sauce, and grins up at him as she adds some to her own plate, than hands it to him.
“Of course – the best deserves the best, right?” she winks then stabs a fork into each mound of food and nods. “Et Voila. A breakfast even a Mama would be proud of!”
[Ray Ostermann] *He takes the hot sauce and piles it on, apparently hes no slouch when it comes burning hot food. He takes a deep savoring breath enjoying Marni’s handiwork as he moves to the small table and takes a seat, waiting for Marni to join him.
“It smells delicious…”
At that he takes a bite and savors it, eating with enthusiasm like it was a five star restaurant and not food that was whipped up from left overs in his kitchen.
“And are you a Mama Marni? Something tells me you would make an excellent one.”
[Marni] She joins him at the table, curling up in the chair, with her feet tucked under her as she leans her elbows on the table. She takes a bite, and tips her head and then nods, and in so doing declares it good enough to eat.
Of course, she doesn’t answer right away, shoveling in a few bites first, chewing ad swallowing quick. Along with never knowing where the next meal is coming from, Gnawers often eat like someone’s gonna steal their food away too. Because 9 times outa 10, someone will.
She shakes her head though, at the question, her curls tumbling over her shoulder. “Nah, I’m too young to be a Mama. Mama’s need some stability, too, and the whole respect and renown thing. I’m just a cliath. Most Garou Mama’s are at least Adren. The Kinfolk ones, that’s a bit easier – but to Gnawers, their renown is just as well known and important as Garou. We aren’t all ME BIG BAD WOLF YOU LITTLE KINFOLK DO WHAT I SAY.”
[Ray Ostermann] “Really? I hadbeen given the impression that that opinion was largely universal, if its not, wonderful. I was disliking the idea that the Garou were just going to dismiss any of my contributions.”
He doesnt look overly pleased with that idea, his fork fiddling with the food briefly as if unhappy, before he pushes the thought from his mind and continues to enjoy the food, a happy smile crossing his face as he chews.
[Marni] “Well, that’s not to say that there aren’t some assholes in my tribe too, but when you’re the dirt on the bottom of the Nation’s shoe, you pretty much get over yourselves.” She watches his reaction to being dismissed, and with a soft smile. “I will NEVER just outright dismiss your contributions. We’re all in this together, kin and true alike. Sure, other tribes have their own way of doing things? But we’re pretty laid back.”
She scoops up another few bites, and chews happily, before she holds up a finger, and unfolds to stand. The Coffee’s done, and she pokes around to find cups, and pours one for each of them, before returning to the table with a grin.
“Life ain’t easy for Kin – I ain’t gonna make it any harder for someone doing their best.”
[Ray Ostermann] “So i have been told. Straight from Lukas’ mouth, he told me to expect to be ignored, except when i was needed. I may no longer be the top of the food chain, but that doesn’t mean I intend to just sit down.”
He smiles, a thankful look on his face at Marni’s particular opinion, he even briefly reaches out and touches her hand before resuming eating, taking a moment enjoy both the coffee and the meal.
“I have the same belief’s that we are all in this war together, that we all share a common enemy. What does it matter if we are Garou or Kin, so long as we continue to fight and contribute.”
[Marni] She grins at him, her hand turning in his to clasp it gently when he reaches for her, and then she’s back to eating, herself.
“The Fenrir – they’re big on heirachy and respect and all that crap. Your boys, we’ll I’ve met some that are a bit more laid back than most, but they do use their kin to highest potential – ShadowLords like power, as I’m sure you’re aware.” She winks at him, and chuckles. “Fangs – well, they’re the ultimate ‘We’re Royalty Dammit’ crew, where the Fianna – fuck man. NO ONE parties like the Fianna. They’re priorities are drinking and women, and war. In any combination.”
She shrugs a shoulder, his shirt slipping deliciously down her skin, and she just leaves her shoulder bare as she takes another bite. “Everyone has their own way of lookin at things, I guess. Hell, I’m sure there’s some folks that wouldn’t agree with my views either. I just don’t fuckin’ care.” She grins at the last, that same little knowing smile, coupled with eyes dancing with mischief.
[Ray Ostermann] “So the differences are predominately by tribe then, though as you’ve said it varies person to person. hmmmm.”
He leans back and considers that, she can see the gears beginning to turn in his mind, as he consider’s his options, but he doesn’t stick with it to long. He turns back to the meal, and the woman next to him. For now intent on those things, and not schemes or plans. A smile crosses his face once more and he uses its full force on Marni, his eyes going briefly to her exposed shoulder.
“Are you trying to tempt me back into the bedroom Marni? Because if you keep that shirt like that, you might be heading there, wether you want to or not.”
[Marni] She chases a few more bites around her plate, and when he points out her bare shoulder, she turns her head to look at it curiously and rotate the joint curiously. Of course, all that does is cause the material to slide a little farther, the swell of her breast visible, as she looks over at Ray with a playful little grin.
“Me? A temptress?” She leans and tips her head, fingers sliding over the buttons of her[his] shirt, open as they are, and doing very little to cover anything. “Whatever do you mean?”
[Ray Ostermann] “You are shameless, get any further, and you may not be leaving.” *His gaze drifting south, into her lap and lingers there for a moment as his smile takes on a wanton and debonaire look to it.
“At least not without first becoming very…very sore in some areas.”
He then resists her attempts at further seduction, his eyes fixed directly on his plate. Its obviously a game, he wants to see just what she will do, if she wants to go that way. He’s enjoying himself immensely, their games of teasing and riling up still fresh and enjoyable.
[Marni] Oh she is shameless and she knows it. She’s eaten more than him already, and is content to remain reclined as she is now. He declares she’ll be sore if she keeps it up, and a brow lifts toward those curls of hers.
He’s not actively watching, or at least doing his damnedest to pretend he’s not, and she shifts her position only to bend her knees and hook her heels on the edge of the seat. She leaves her knees together for a moment, before letting them fall open, slightly, so that he can see her fingers still trailing along the edge of that shirt, over the swell of her breasts, along her flat belly…. down farther still, until she can’t help but moan softly, as fingers slide between sensitive folds…
[Ray Ostermann] He of course can’t help but notice the movement of her fingers as they trace down the center of her body. To his credit the entire show he manages to keep his face straight forward, diligently eating his delicious…delicious marni, breakfast that is. Right…
When she moans softly however, his resolve starts to crumble his head turns slightly, and his eye’s widen as he see’s exactly what shes doing, and he swallows dryly. He’s still resisting the urge to look directly at her, or more unforgivable, join her.
[Marni] She lets her head fall back against the chair, though she doesn’t close her eyes, or stop watching him. She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, lettng her thighs part a little more, letting him see exactly what she’s doing as fingers slide between moist folds, finding and teasing her clitoris – which causes her to catch her breath, letting it fall free into another soft moan.
Her other hand joins the fun, siding the buttons free, so that the shirt can fall completely open again, fingers tracing along the swell of her breasts, fingertips tweaking a nipple into hardness…
[Ray Ostermann] His eyes are now fixed upon Marni as she gives him a very impressive show. He licks his own lips, and he has stopped eating, his fork in his hand, but that’s sitting in his lap, a piece of egg hits the floor without him even paying attention to it. At last his head turns and he watches her as she continues to please herself. His eyes becoming filled with want.
“You are unstoppable when you want something…arn’t you Marni? I suggest an idea you like and you would see it happen no matter what.”
His hands almost reach over to join her, but he still has a little bit of resistance left, but she can tell, its erroding quickly, he wont hold out much longer if she keeps this up.
[Marni] She just smiles at him, that little knowing pleased smile as he watches her, as he comments on her being unstoppable…
“Now…ohhhhh…. Now you’ve discovered my ssssecret…..”
She moans again, fingers sliding farther until she can slide them deep within her, her hips curling to meet fingers thrust. She tweaks that nipple again, and lets her eyes closed as she teases herself, open and brazenly before him…
He holds out, and doesn’t come for her, and she continues – as if she’d be perfectly content to take care of herself… with or without his help….
[Ray Ostermann] *She doesnt see him get up, but she does hear the chair squeak slightly as his body removes itself from the chair, and after a moment she feels warm hands slip up along her belly, headed for the swell of her breasts. A moment later, she feels something warm wet and flexible join her fingers as she continues to pleasure herself. What can only be his tongue laps against her pussy, and he sighs, his breath stimulating her.
“You win….your just to, irresistible.”
Those are the only words he makes, but thats because his tongue begins to flick and lick between her legs, his mouth becoming very busy.
[Marni] Oh she hears him, and soon finally his hands are on her, spreading across her belly, along her breasts… his tongue finds her, and she cries out softly, sliding herfingers from herself to wrap around into his hair instead. She lifts a foot, bracing it on the edge of the table, opening herself to him as his voice hums against most sensitive parts…
“I…ohfuck… always win….”
And then she loses the ability for words, only soft moans that build to cries as she submits to him, and his whim…
[Ray Ostermann] He’s tasted her cooking today, and now he seems far more interested in tasting her. He kneels there, his eyes watching her from between her thighs as his tongue slowly and deliberately circles and laps at her clit. His hands are working double duty at this point, ensuring shes safe in the precarious position she’s in as well as caressing and squeezing her breasts. His fingers occasionally finding her nipples to tweak them gently. He does this particular trick in tandum as he sucks her clit into his mouth and licks it all over. A move that intensifies the feeling many times.
He moans into her as well, obviously enjoying himself, not at all afraid to get down and seek her pleasure, as much as his own.
[Marni] “ohsweetgaia…” She is lost, lost completely to the sensations he builds so easily in her, the heat of his mouth against her, the rough tweak of her nipples, hardened under his tease. As before, she hides nothing from him, letting each sensation fall into a moaning cry, her hips curling against him as she tangles her fingers into his hair, sliding her other foot over his shoulder, to help anchor herself against the chair.
He moans against her, and she cries out again… her breath quickening, her body awash in the intensity he builds under her skin…
[Ray Ostermann] Everything tells him hes on the right track, her movement, her cries, even the delicious scent of her tells him he’s doing things just right and he refuses to stop for any reason. He begins to lick faster, his tongue now dipping deep into her, tasting her fully, lapping up her juices like they were nectar before returning to his rigorous treatment of her clit.
One hand tentatively releases her breast, and slips down to join him between her thighs, and gently at first, he inserts two fingers deep into her, stimulating her with his fingers as if he was using his member, in tandem with his tongue lapping and flicking at her most sensitive spots, as well as his fingers still tweaking her nipples, the man can do no more…not without another set of hands anyways.
[Marni] He can do no more, though what he is doing is enough, just enough as he follows the cues of her body, her cries, tasting her completely from the most private depths of her slender form. Her hips curl in welcome as his fingers slide deeply within her – her cries rising until she is certain the neighbors will pound on his door at any moment – or she would be, if she had any coherent thought at all…
All she knows, all she understands now is how she feels – the sensations wrapping around her senses and refusing t let go, twisting and tumbling under her skin, tightening until she cannot take anymore – and begs for more in the same breath, the same minute space of time that exists only for a breath until…
…she tightens herhold in his hair, her free hand grasping his and pressing it tightly to her breast, her chest heaving as she fights for breath, fights for what she knows is coming – until the delight swells to such heights she can hold on no longer, and simply lets herself go, free-falling into orgasmics all encompassing embrace…
[Ray Ostermann] Maybe he hears it in her voice, or feels it in her body, but he knows when she cums, and when she does he smiles to himself, a pleased, cat ate the canary sort of smile. A smile he picked up from her. Before continuing exactly what he was doing. There is no respite, no slowing down, he knows he’s already driven her over the edge. But that doesn’t matter, he keeps her there, he keeps her riding the wave and for several more minutes refuses to let her come down, to hit bottom.
He drinks her in, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. It is an intimate moment, despite the fact that Marni’s voice could easily be destroying the foundation of the building. Ray doesn’t care however, the glass could shatter out of his windows, and the lights above could shatter, but right up until he finally stops, finally lets her down. Everything is a sweet symphony of ecstacy to him.
[Marni] “ohmyGOD” Barely has she taken a breath, before he’s still there, still at her, still driving her onward until she falls again, and again, and again… there’s no slowing down, he holds her in the throes of pure sensation, pure delight, pure oh so pure desire and drives her farther still… riding wave after wave, without ever seeming to stop… holding her in the perfect state of release, only to push her into it’s welcome embrace again…
Its the ultimate in intimacy, the total control she has given him over her in this moment, her submission to him total and complete, without reservation.
And when he stops, when he finally eases the onslaught that sends synapses into wild misfire and fire again, when his touch gentles, slows, and she can breathe again… her curls are damp against the back of her neck, her hold on his hand is bordering on painful, and she is trembling, as if one more touch will cause her to break… “ohfuuuuuuuuuuck……”
[Ray Ostermann] His smile widens, and before he tries to stand, he lays one more kiss upon her lower lips, lingering there for a moment as he breaths her scent in…and then out one more time, his breathing agonizingly slow. Only once he has done this, does he release her breast, allowing her hand to keep his if she wants. He stands, careful to keep her in her chair and upright before he speaks at last.
“Well….that, was the perfect desert to your breakfast.”
He smiles wide as he looks into her eyes, and as if to emphasize his meaning, he slowly licks his lips clean of her. Tasting her on him one more time.
[Marni] She’s still trembling, even as she laughs softly – her breath catching in a soft cry at the last kisses against super sensitive flesh. She is shaky as she holds his hand, and looks up at him while he lick her taste from his lips. She smiles, and then she leans up, standing on trembling legs, and slides her hand around the back of his neck…
…and kisses him deeply, tasting herself mingled across his lips and tongue with a soft moan…
[Ray Ostermann] He willing shares in the kiss, his tongue rubbing and flicking against her own, eager to share in the delights he had just partaken of. His hand runs up into her messy locks and his body, dressed in silk presses against the cool sweat of her own. He holds that kiss for quite a while. Letting it last, why ruin a wonderful moment.
Eventually though, the need for breath takes over, and Ray relucantly pulls away just barely, breathing in deeply before looking Marni in the eyes again.
“Well that was a good start to the day, wouldnt you say?”
[Marni] She melts against him, clinging to him as she gives her all into that kiss – letting the moment last until he pulls away. She takes a shaky breath, laughing softly as she looks up at him and simply grins.
“I should be so lucky to start EVERY day that way… you may never get rid of me now…” The teasing glimmer shines in her gaze even as she lays her head on his shoulder and curls close. “Whew.”
[Ray Ostermann] He laughs at her words, good natured and happy as he holds her body as she relaxes against him. He slowly rises, taking her with him as he does. His hands having found just the right places to cradle her. At that he moves from the kitchen back towards the bed. Intent on letting her lay down now, as she still seems to be butter.
“Do you need another nap now?”
[Marni] She lets him cradle her to him, and move her back toward the bed, enjoying the fact that he’s so new he doesn’t think twice about treating her like any other woman in this moment, not like a monster, a warrior, a war machine – but as a woman, and carries her to the bed.
“A nap sounds amazing…” She presses a teasing kiss across his neck, sighing contentedly.
[Ray Ostermann] He lays her gently down into the bed’s silken embrace, the sheets cool against her warm skin, and lays her head on the pillow, all thought to her comfort before he leans in and gives her one more kiss before he stands.
“You take your nap….i have a few things i need to get done this morning, paper work, very boring stuff, might kill my libido completely, but necessary.”
His scent rolls over her again as he chuckles and he waits a moment, to see if she wants anything else before he goes to step away.
[Marni] She smiles, and curls up onto her side, burrowing into silken embrace, cuddling his pillow close as she lifts into his kiss briefly, and sleepily.
“Ok… don’t work too hard. I may need that libido later…”
A soft chuckle and her breathing evens out slows, deepens….
….and she falls asleep, almost instantly.
[Marni] [and thassawrap!]