[Rory] (123 not me!)
[Rory] (grr)
[Rory] If someone asked what brought her here, she wouldn’t have an answer. She’d likely blush, and not offer one at all, unable to come up with the words to explain. The last time she was here… oh the last time… she was dressed up and handled like a true lady, something she’d never experienced before. The last time she saw Ray, she experienced something more primal, more desperate… Each time she sees him, it’s another piece to the puzzle that is her own sexuality, her own person.
And every time they part, it leaves her wanting more, wanting to see him again. Perhaps there is shame in that. Perhaps there is wonder. Mostly, there is the simple knowledge that she likes the way he makes her feel – in and out of bed.
And so she is here – by the front door of his building, working up the courage to go inside. The bum hiding in the doorway across the street would say she’s been hovering, pacing for the past 15-30 minutes or so, as he marvels at the redness of those curls, and the green of her eyes when they dare lift to look around.
She’s stared at the names alongside the buzzers, trying to decipher which one is his… fingers lifting, hovering, then dropping again in frustration. She’s never entered this way before – she can’t be sure….
[Ray Ostermann] An early arrival home saved Rory from having to wait longer, For some reason Ray had chosen to take transit today, and not his fancy luxury car. He came around the corner of his building from the bus stop and it took only a moment to register the bright red hair or Rory standing at the intercom.
The memory of her not being able to read flashed through his mind and he chuckled a bit to himself, shaking his head for the poor Metis as he strode toward her. That dazzling smile spread across his lips as he took the woman in, the woman who was strangely alluring, who had somehow drawn his attentions to her, and managed to hold them.
He waited till he was almost upon her, not really being stealthy but having fun wiht it either way before he spoke to her in an authoritative tone. “Just what are you doing here miss?”
[Rory] She looks much as she always does, though her jeans are newer (thanks to Ray) as is the t-shirt under the hoodie she wears to buffer the chilly wind, the occasional rain – though he knows her to be warm, so warm, even now under the darkening moon. He doesn’t try to sneak up on her, but even so – she jumps when he arrives, having been concentrating on the intercom to see if she could get some clue, some idea which one was his…
His voice washes over her and she jumps – guiltily – and instead of what so many of her kind would do, she backs up a step instead, her backpack thumping against the wall with a clang as she ducks her head, until the voice registers and she…
…blushes. Right on cue. She peeks up at him through those blood-red curls and smiles so very shyly. “Hi.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray can’t help himself, he smiles at Rory as he watches her blush, she took a step back but he follows her, stepping into her personal space and leans in to whisper. “Just how far down is that blush going this time mmmm?” He still smells wonderful, like he always does, so clean, but at the same time mixed with all of those scents, and of course..his cologne.
He pulls back from her, after saying that he was pretty sure that the blush would extend all the way to pretty little toes, and he gestures to the keypad and leans in to her once more, but gestures to the pad. “I’ll show you a secret Rory…one that will help you.” He slowly enters a six digit number, making sure she can watch every key and memorize it. Once the sixth button is pressed a buzzer sounds, and the door before them unlocks.
“That should make it easier next time.” He says with a smile, before pulling open the door and gesturing for her to go on through.
[Rory] He follows her, and the blush deepens, and spreads, just as he knew it would. She inhales deeply of his scent, of everything that makes him so uniquely him, pulling it deep into her lungs, searing it deep into memory as she bites her lower lip, nervous all over again.
He offers to show her a secret, and then slowly enters the 6-digit number, giving her time to memorize where the buttons are, and which order they are keyed in. It’s a secret she could never divulge, of course, and she stares at the keypad a moment longer after the door opens to ensure she has the sequence correct. “Thanks.” Then, with that same shy little grin she ducks past him and into the building.
She still feels out of place here, in places like this, that are so obviously something she’s never experienced before she met him. It shows, when she turns to him, and when he leads her through the lobby, her hand – slender, pale, and so fragile looking – slides into his.
[Ray Ostermann] His hand takes her’s and he already feels her heat through that simple touch, it is of course nothing like the last time they had seen each other, but still…it was something that seemed to be very distinctly her, it was a big part of what drew him so quickly to her, and had made him think of her often.
As they walk through the lobby to the elevators Ray doesn’t seem to care that she is out of place, or that this isnt her sort of environment, he seemed mroe then happy to make it seem to others that she belonged there just as much as they did.
They reach the elevator and Ray presses the button to open the door, the mirrored door sliding open silently to reveal the plush interior which Ray then guides her into the door closing behind them and sealing them in.
“Its a pleasant surprise seeing you here Rory…to what do I owe the pleasure?”
[Rory] Her Rage is a pleasant burn, a slow simmer tonight that is entirely unlike the fire that near consumed them both the last time they met. While it is something that draws him to her – it is his confidence, his assurance in the way he walks, the way he talks that not only does she belong like anyone else, but that he wants her there, too. He shows her possibilities, and doesn’t push. He shows her what it should be like, and still lets her pull back, to hide and breathe, whenever she has the need. It keeps her coming back, it keeps her desperate for more. It draws her too him every bit as much as he is drawn to her.
The elevator doors seal them into privacy, and she doesn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she remains close, as the elevator slides into motion, her fingers tucked into his larger hand – those in the lobby would be shocked to know that it would be her protecting Ray if it were needed, and not the other way around. Looks are so deceiving…
Her voice is soft, shy, as mixed up as always as she peeks up at him. “I was scrounging close by for pome sarts, and thought maybe I’d hay si…”
[Ray Ostermann] “Your ingenuity has done me a great favor then hasn’t it? It brought me you…and all alone in my home too..” He seems to relish that idea, devious scandalous ideas dancing in his eyes as he stands there with her by his side, hand in hand. He is greatly pleased by this, glad to see that she is as interested in him as he is her.
The elevator slides quickly upward through the building and Ray takes the moment to lean in, his free hand tilting Rory’s chin up so that their lips can meet. It is a brief kiss, but he plants it on her lips to welcome her back. When he pulls away he is all smiles, already knowing the reaction that will spread across her skin as she feels the kiss and sees his faace.
“Do you have long? Or were you just dropping by?”
[Rory] His free hand slides along her jaw, her chin, and lifts her green eyes to his, moments before his lips are on hers, and she sighs a soft delighted little sound across the kiss, even as he’s pulling back again. She meets his gaze briefly – so briefly – and her lips curve into a shy little smile as color splashes across her cheeks and she ducks her head to hide behind her curls.
Somehow, knowing that he knows just how far these blushes go, how they travel all over her skin under her clothing makes the moment that much more intimate, exciting…
“I stan cay. Edwin will call if he meeds ne.””
[Ray Ostermann] “I am of course asking you Rory….you never know you may have some very pressing engagement to get to besides seeing me. I would not be surprised.”
He says teasingly as the door opens in front of them, allowing them to spill out into the hallway, Ray pulls her along by her hand, leading her down the hallway that had become somewhat familiar towards his door.
“I have very little to do myself this evening, I swear I’m becoming a shut in.”
[Rory] She shakes her head, slightly, curls sliding across her shoulders as she denies that she has anything more pressing than seeing him right at this moment. She submits to his lead, her hand so warm in his, fragile seeming despite the strength he knows she must possess if only by virtue of what she is, of the animal that lurks under her skin, the beast that is always in such control.
A part of her wonders what he would do to see her tear the head off of a wyrm ridden creature in one bite, to see her body move through the stages from the form he knows so intimately to the beast that brings nightmares and back again… but mostly, she simply wonders when and if he’ll kiss her again…
He declares himself a shut-in, and she shakes her head slightly, before offering shyly… “Maybe fust jate. So we could be tere hogether.”
[Ray Ostermann] He smiles back at the metis woman as he leads her down the hallway.
“Maybe so, if that is the case, fate has been kind today. Your arrival can mean only good things my dear Rory.”
They reach and slip through the door quickly, ray’s having prepared his key’s well in advance. When the door shuts quietly behind them Ray takes off his coat and hangs it on the old style coat rack, and then looks down at Rory.
“So….what entertainment can I offer you today my lady?”
[Rory] She slips into the apartment with him, letting his hand slide away as he hangs up his coat, and using the time to slip from the straps of her backpack. She sets it on the floor at the food of the coat rack – where it clanks and clatters in a way that could be alarming if he were unaware of the way she works metal and wire and machines to make new things of old, or repair the old to like new. She unzips the hoodie, and then slides it off as well, placing it on the rack, ever so carefull and respectful. This is his territory, for all he has invited her to come inside whenever she likes.
He asks her what entertainment she might like, and that blush, that telltale blush, gives away what instantly comes to mind – even as she voices, instead… “…wine?”
As if she doesn’t know exactly where that will lead…
[Rory] [le pause!]
[Ray Ostermann] Ray smiles knowingly, he already knew what sort of entertainment the young woman had on her mind, if not from her mere presence, then that blush, and that look on her face as she timidly asks for wine.
Of course Ray was not going to discourage the woman, instead he nodded graciously. “Whatever you desire.” His voice seeping from between his lips and caressing against her as he moved to the kitchen, intent on pulling out another fine bottle for them to share.
[Rory] He moves past her, his voice sliding along her senses, setting that blush in rapid motion again. She hides it – as well as she can, anyway – by bending her head, watching as she kicks off her shoes and tucks them back out of the way as well. She takes a moment to dig in that clattering and clanking backpack, pulling something out of it, before she moves to the living room and near silent feet.
Something chimes, dings, clinks as she moves, catching the light as she works it over with her fingers, smoothing and separating and fixing and generally tinkering as she waits for Ray and the wine.
[Ray Ostermann] He returns shortly, an older bottle in hand, with two glasses, the older bottle meant more expensive, though these things were unknown to the metis, such things beyond her concern or her remit.
He walks slowly down into the lower living room and slides around the L couch, his smile all for Rory as he moves towards her, gently setting down the glasses next to each other, and beginning to pour the wine for each of them, he did hear her rummage as she dug about and he now questions her, looking her over.
“Just what have you smuggled into my abode hmmm?”
[Rory] She peeks up at him through her curls, her hands falling still as she watches the way he moves toward her. She doesn’t think she’ll ever tire of just watching him.. though it takes her a moment to realize she’s doing so openly, which leads her to duck her head again, and smooth her fingers over the bits of shiny metal and glass in her lap. She chews her lower lip absently, and then peeks up at him again.
“You… cooked lurious when I said I made cind whimes.”
She lifts the top ring from her lap, and the rest of the chimes follow – about a foot in height, and each piece carefully shined and buffed and chosen painstakenly so that it looks perfect to her. Each piece has a meaning, a reason why it’s there, bits of metal connected by hand-worked chain and wire, bits of shiny rounded glass beads that catch the light and send prism rainbows about the room, and despite the heaviness of some of the pieces, the sound is light, playful, soft as she runs her fingers along the bottom to set them in motion against each other.
“So I made you one.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray blinks at that, he obviously hadn’t expected such a gift, such a heartfelt offering. But he takes the whole thing up in his hands, holding it by the ring that holds it all together and dangles it in the air looking at each piece in turn.
“Well well, I do believe you have supplanted my hanging plant in the kitchen Rory, it will be greatly disappointed.” He says with a playful grin crossing his lips as he looks down at her. “Thank you very much for this…i do not have a gift to give in return however.”
[Rory] Her color deepens, which can hardly be surprising, but overall she looks pleased that he likes it, and even that it will replace his plant in the kitchen. She reaches up to tuck her curls behind her ear, the fingers that worked so hard on the gift showing none of the wear and tear, only a strangely delicate and almost fragile beauty in slender digits.
“I don’t expect anything in return. heing bere is enough.”
[Ray Ostermann] “But it isn’t a gift freely given must be returned in kind..” Ray says as he lays the wind chime set down gently over the coffee table admiring its work despite the crudity of the materials from which it had sprung. He rubbed a hand along his chin, thinking as he turned those blue eyes to regard the woman on his couch.
“I will have to think of something suitable, something…just right.” He says as he reaches for the wine and pours them two glasses of red. When they are evenly measured he hands one of the glasses to Rory and clinks glasses with her.
“To you Rory…”
[Rory] She blushes and hides behind her curls, but she doesn’t argue further – it’s not in her, and truth be told, ever little moment Ray spends with her is a gift to the metis. She never thought herself worthy – or able – to feel the way she does. Though it may not […can not…] last, she will soak up ever moment of his presence, his voice, his touch that she can.
She takes her glass, and bites her lower lip gently as he toasts to her, shyly peeking at him through her curls. Despite all he knows of her, how intimately he knows her body, her reactions… it seems impossible to separate her from her shyness, her innocence.
She clinks the glass against his, and then takes a slow sip of the wine, letting the taste slide over her palette, comparing it against the other two she’s tasted before. It’s different, and amazing as well. Not that she expected anything different from Ray’s private stock. “S’good…”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray chuckles at her word as she describes the wine, taking a long sip of his own also savoring its flavor before setting it down on the table with a gentle motion, careful not the damage the crystal of the wine glass.
“I am sure the vinter’s of the winery would be very pleased to hear such a immense and powerful reaction from you my dear Rory. Simply thrilled.” He teases her a little, though she might not realize it given the topic. He then settles into the couch, intentionally entering Rory’s personal space, his shoulder against hers, his hand having to lie either upon her thigh…or upon his own. He chooses her’s.
[Rory] He settles against her, and she takes another sip, before she sets her glass next to his, and settles back into the couch as well. He chooses to rest his hand against her thigh, his touch cool against the heat of her under the darkening moon, even through her jeans. She leans closer to him, just a little, as her fingers fall to slide over his, lightly tracing his hand with her own.
“I’ve bever neen to a winery.” No surprise there. She’s never been to a lot of places, or experienced a multitude of things.
[Ray Ostermann] “No? Well perhaps we will have to go to one sometime…you can drink all you want there…though I would suspect that they may very well cut you off. Knowing how much Trueborn can drink.”
He says as he watches her trace her hand over the top of his, a light smile replacing the his normal wide grin, it is a small, private smile now that he gives her as he watches her.
“What else would you like to try Rory?”
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and then a little grin slides across her lips as she peeks up at him. “I have a gift… I dould crink lots, and then toss the effects aside. And mrink dore.”
Not that she ever has – she just knows that some of her tribemates are famous for it. It’s as much a part of her heritage as her red hair, freckles, and green eyes – and the purity of her blood. Too bad it is all wasted…
He asks her what else she’d like to try, and she ducks her head and lays it against his shoulder in attempt to hide the blush he can surely feel, this close. Finally, she murmurs a soft “….everything.”
[Ray Ostermann] Ray raises a brow at that and gives her a questioning look. “Rory…my dear, are you certain you know exactly what you mean? Everything…involves quite a bit that many have very…very little interest in trying.”
Its obvious Ray isn’t talking about things like the winery, he’s talking about things that they had been doing, in his bed, in a dirty motel in Chinatown, and who knew where else they might end up going from this point onward.
[Rory] She wrinkles her nose, and looks up at him, curiously. Then, softly admits. “I knon’t dow what all there is…” So, with that shy little grin, she changes just a little.. “How about… everything you like…”
There’s a trust in that, allowing him to call the shots, to explain, to teach, to show her things she never dared dream of before – and to trust that if she did not like something, that he wouldn’t be offended.
…not to mention the trust he must place in her to know that she won’t rage on him should he cross any line she doesn’t know even exists.
[Ray Ostermann] Ray seems to think for a moment, thinking back over the past few times that they had been together, and he seems to lock onto one particular memory before he smiles knowingly at Rory.
“Well…i know something that I think you might enjoy trying Rory…you had the slightest samplings of it during our last visit.” He suggests, trying to see if she can think of what it might be.
[Rory] She tips her head, slightly, looking at him as he smiles knowingly. There’s such an innocence to her gaze, that never seems to lesson despite how many times they are together, or how he makes her scream her pleasure against a dirty motel room pillow, again and again. In many ways she is unblemished, shameless, completely open to anything he wishes to show her, teach her.
An unmarked canvas, waiting for his brush…
She isn’t able to pinpoint the moment he means, as the night was so intense and lost in a blur of rage and full moon heat and passion, until it moves together into a total night of remembered sensation, rather than individual moments…
…so she waits, patiently, for him to explain…
[Ray Ostermann] Being far more experienced, far more recollective Ray remembers precisely what it was that he was referring to, even if she could not. When he was certain she was uncertain what it was that he was talking about he smiles, ever so slightly and runs a finger over her lips as he cups the side of her face in his hand.
“Do you remember…just before I turned you over and we had our fun…when you tasted me?” He asks slowly as he watched her. “There is something you can do for me…that is very much like that…its called a blow job.” He grins at that. “And I can do something very similar for you.”
[Rory] He runs his fingers over her lips, and she closes her eyes briefly, the touch sending a tingle dancing under her skin, her breath caught and held a moment as he cups her face, and asks if she remembers…
This close, he can feel the blush warm under his hand, the little smile curving her lips shyly, the way the tip of her tongue flicks out to moisten her lips, catching his finger lightly, briefly as it passes over her skin.
“Mickey called it a blowie. I tad ho ask Gina what it was…” and also why someone would do that, and what it involved, and if it felt good, and… poor Gina. She is so often the one the metis turns to with questions of a sexual nature.
Then she opens her eyes, and looks up at Ray, and his little grin, and tips her head, curiosity written in her gaze… “She said it las wike licking a lollipop…”
[Ray Ostermann] “Yes…very similar to licking a lollipop, some would say its like having sex…but with your mouth. It may sound a little cruder, but perhaps slightly more accurate..well without all the wild thrusting.” He chuckles lightly as he explains his side of things.
“If you will try that on me….then I will show you what I can do for you, that is very…very similar. What do you think of that idea Rory?”
[Rory] She had said she wanted to try everything – everything he likes, everything he wishes to teach her, and so she does not hesitate – despite the blush that is almost a permanent state of being when she is around him. She leans briefly into his hand and then in a moment of daring, leans in to kiss him, to capture his lips with her own…
Perhaps it’s the only yes he expects to get, except that a moment later she pulls back to murmur a soft… “Ok.”
[Ray Ostermann] His own tongue licks out at her lips as they lock them together, but when she pulls back he’s all smiles as she consents to the idea. At that he begins to undo his pants, the belt being pulled off completely so as not to get in the way, he does so slowly, teasingly as if to make it more and more of a show, and not just a quick off with his pants affair.
“Just one thing my dear, avoid teeth as much as possible? It’s not really the most enjoyable sensation.” He says honestly, giving her a quick pointer as he slowly drops the zipper on his pants, once thats done, he takes her hand…and guides it to his groin, letting her feel him through his pants.
[Rory] She captures her lower lip with her teeth as he gives her pointers, as his hands go to remove his belt, to unzip his pants. Her eyes glint with curiosity, with unabashed and unashamed interest as she watches him. She looks up to meet his gaze her smile shy, brief, and utterly trusting as she lets him have her hand…
She has felt him before, pressed against her, hardened by his desire for her, inside her… but she has not explored as she does now. Now, she lets her curiosity reign, as she slides her hands over his length, feeling him through the thin material of his slacks, of his boxers underneath. Her touch is timid, perhaps, curious and tentative, as she lets her fingers slide over him, before daring to slide under his slacks, bringing the heat of her touch that much closer to his skin…
She pulls away from his side, but not for long, simply sliding to the floor and moving until she is kneeling between his knees, her other hand free now to tug his shirt upwards, to slide her fingertips across the lean muscle of his belly, tracing absent designs before sliding down again to get to him again…
While she is innocent, always, there is something else here – she is unashamed of her curiosity with him, about him. There is safety here, a trust that she feels with so few others. It allows her freedoms she wouldn’t dare test otherwise, with anyone else – and it shows as she peeks up at him and tugs a little at his slacks, almost playfully. “Too cluch mothing in the way…”
[Ray Ostermann] Most women were hesitant, or felt trepidation at the idea of giving head to a man, but not Rory, in a complete turn around she was both curious, and seemed very…very willing to try. There was no hesitation despite the shy smile a rarity, making her even more desirable…a blank canvas indeed.
His legs spread, making way for her, and as she touched, him, felt along the length of his member her caress began to harden him, to make him all the more there, and there is a slight shiver from his body as she did so. He layed his head back into the couch and let out a light sigh as his eyes slid closed.
When she spoke he chuckled and his eyes opened as he looked back to her face, a hand cupping the side of her cheek and running it softly down to her chin. “I suppose there is isn’t there…” At that he hooked his thumbs into the back of his pants, and with Rory’s help, pulled his slacks, and his boxers, down around his knee’s, leaving him bare to the air…and Rory’s attentions.
[Rory] She’s eternally enthralled by the way he reacts under her tough. There had been so many years spent hidden away where she simply never had the chance to touch another, or to be touched by them. She was not cuddled, held, loved… she never understood the loss until now, until she came to chicago and so many tried to tell her she was worthy, that she deserved the simple things in life…
…like to touch, and be touched in return.
He shivers, he sighs, and then he chuckles and helps her get the clothing out of her way, baring him to her attentions. She slides her fingertips along his length that twitches and hardens under her touch, exploring him with innocent curiosity and a genuine interest. Even his balls are not forgotten, fingertips gently exploring ultrasensitive skin before moving back to his length, lifting it into her hand, and curling fingers around him in a slow stroke.
She peeks up at him, through those blood-red curls, searching his face, drinking in his reactions to her, taking her cues from his little sighs as he lets her explore to her hearts content…
..and when fingers draw moisture from hardened tip, she smiles shyly, and finally touches him with her tongue, gathering the moisture with a slow lick across sensitive glans, gathering his taste across her tongue, along her senses, before she timidly, shyly takes him between her lips and into her mouth…
[Ray Ostermann] She might have felt shy, and she might have appeared shy but at this moment it was all about feeling, and to Ray the woman before him seemed anything but timid. She touched him slowly, carefully, but at the same time she was curious, and wasn’t afraid to touch and explore every inch of his body, and more importantly…his member.
His eyes open only briefly as she begins to stroke the length of his shaft, pleasure hazed eyes look back at her before he gives out a low, slow moan as she draws her fingers over the tip of him. This moan comes again, slightly louder and certainly more pleasurable as her tongue slips across his glans lapping up his taste.
When she took him into her mouth, he had not expected it so soon, most women had to work up to that, had to be prepared…Rory just took him in like it was the most natural thing in the world to do, and his hips bucked gently to that and his eyes were now fixed on her.
[Rory] She watches him, green eyes glittering in the low light as his hips buck gently into her mouth, and falls still and lets him, before she pulls back a bit to run her tongue over the tip again. Her fingers slide a long his shaft, teasing him as she slides him deep into her mouth again, this time deeper, mimicking the idea of sex with her mouth, as he had told her it should be.
Even so, her movements are careful, her teeth kept away from his skin, her lips and the heat of her mouth – elevated as it is throughout every inch of her slender frame – sliding over him with a slow growing confidence as she gauges his reactions, repeating what he seems to like, given the moans… every bit of her being focused on making him feel as good as he’s made her feel…
[Ray Ostermann] And she is rewarded, handsomely in her own way, she teases him with her tongue, and bobs her head as if they were having sex. All the right things, all the right moves, and Ray could do nothing but groan happily as she services him. A hand slips around her face, taking up the curls in her face, keeping them from interfering in what she was doing. As he did so she hit a particularly sensitive spot and he groans deeply as she continues to lick and suck.
“And…and you swear you’ve never done this before?” Ray asks with a raspy breath, as he watches her play with him, watches her torment, tease, and pleasure him all at once. His legs are ridgid below her, but he isn’t ready, not yet. She wasn’t that good…..but she would be.
[Rory] She is adept at following cues, a lifetime of being forced to learn where the next swing was coming from, how muscles flexing translated into movement, how sounds gave clue to what happens next… it is new to translate that to feeling good, to knowing how to touch him, how to press her tongue again along that sensitive spot, to draw him deep into her throat and pull back again…
He teases her, and she blushes, and sighing happily as his hands slip into her curls, working her fingers along the base of his shaft slowly, in tandem with the moist heat of her lips, her tongue…
[Ray Ostermann] His moans and groans had become almost continuous at this point, his hips bucking against her every time she teased that sweet spot on his glans. His hand at this point began guiding her, instructing her in a very gentle sense. His hold on her hair made it very easy to show her just how to bob, just how to move up and down…and he was increasing her speed, depth was not quite so important, enjoyed…but not important.
His legs began to twitch, and he was shivering. “Yes….” He manages, almost to his full.
[Rory] He guides her with the fingers in her hair, and she lets him, submitting even now to his whims, breathing deeply of the scents of his arousal, his skin, everything about him as he shows her how he likes it, what he wants her to do.
She slides her tough over heated skin, finding that sensitive spot again and again, teasing and tempting him to give in witih every slide up and down, finding a rhythm and working her fingers in tandem. She is many things- including a very fast learner when it is something important to her…
He is important to her, and she does her best, encouraged by his moans and groans, giving her all to stretch that ‘yes’ into the ultimate expression of his pleasure, pleased to give to him, with no thought of what may be given in return.
This is his time. His moment, and she gives everything she is to making it as perfect for him as she can…
[Ray Ostermann] His legs tremble, and his face is wide and open as she literally begins to drag him over the edge her ministrations are to exact, to right…no first timer should be this capable, no one on their first go should have him cumming this fast. But Rory does it, she manages it in spades.
She can see his hand tighten on the couch beside him, the upholstery gripped tightly fingers as his hips give one more thrust, he releases her head, not wanting to do something to her as he lets out one long groan of yes, his back arching as he cums in her mouth. His legs quivering as he rides the release.
[Rory] No one so new should be capable, but she manages – she, of the shy timid desire to simply make him feel good, to give him everything she is, to submit completely to his passion, his whims, his desire. He slides his hand from her hair as hips buck, and he grips the couch… while she sort of knows what is coming, she is still unprepared for that first explosion into her mouth, though she only pulls back a bit, before she swallows reflexively, and continues to work him as he rides out his release, swallowing again, and again…
She has tasted him already, after all – now she accepts this as simply the way it is, fingers and lips moving in tandem, milking him of every drop until he is left quivering under her…
She watches his face as he comes, unashamed to be doing so as he is lost to pleasure and does not see her consideration… her gaze is curious, and above all – happy to have brought him such joy with such a little gift…
[Ray Ostermann] His groan slows, and fades into a sigh as the mental high begins to fade. But his body still reacts to her caress, to her tongue. He is indeed left quivering beneath her as the last drops of his cum slip down her throat and into her belly.
His eyes at last manage to focus once more, and he immediately searches her out, his eyes locking on hers as she finishes cleaning him with her luscious lips, that capable tongue and that unquenched curiosity, and a desire to see him as happy as possible.
When at last he calms down, when at last his legs cease their trembling and he feels the last of the misfires on the surface of his skin. Ray moves to pull her up and kiss her on the lips, sharing in the last moments as he pulls her onto his lap.
[Rory] He pulls her into his lap, and she moves with animalistic grace, flowing up against him, her knees pressing into the cushions at his side as she settles into his lap, into his kiss… she sighs happily, her own moan sliding across her lips, dancing across his own as she slides her arms shyly around his neck, closing her eyes and – as she has all night – put all of herself into the simplicity of her lips and tongue…
An eternity later, it seems, she pulls back to query, shyly… hopefully… “Was ok?”
[Ray Ostermann] When she pulls back, and asks him that question, that foolish, innocent question he can’t help but laugh, before leaning in to kiss her one more time, a brief delighted kiss before he pulls back and nods at her.
“Ok does not do what you have done justice Rory…I would swear you have done this before, because you were excellent.”
[Rory] She blushes brightly, and presses into his kiss, before peeking up at him through tumble down curls and dares… “Was tirst fime. Maybe I can do better… pith wractice.”
It’s testament to how comfortable she is becoming with him, even though she still blushes every single second, still is so very shy and timid at times – but she teases. Shyly, innocently, but teasing indeed.
[Ray Ostermann] “Better and you may become more then I can handle my dear…far more then.” He says as he runs a hand through those curls and sighs happily, and then leans in and kisses her again.
[Rory] She’s pleased by that – and it shows. She is vulnerable here, with her expressions open for him to see, to decipher – each one shown in the color that infuses her skin, dancing under freckles, heating her skin to a new degree in companion to the burning fire of rage within.
She leans into his kiss with a content sigh, knowing he has taught her well, that kissing him is ever a treat that she can indulge in for hours at a time. The simple joy the touch brings, dancing under her skin, shivering in reaction to the touch of his lips, his tongue across hers…
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