[Adara Mires] The evening is fairly warm, the streets fairly busy. It was sunday night and despite the cloudy sky, it was nice enough to be enjoyable outside. Adara had gone to the Church and went to get Rory so they could hang, maybe get a few beers, something light and fun.
The young Black Fury was dressed in running shoes, faded skinny jeans and a green and white woman tee fitting her nicely. Her long dark brown hair was left free to fall down her back and over her shoulders. She look at her friend, a warm smile on her lips as they walk.
“”So how’s everything with you? It’s been a while since we got to spend some time together” She said, curious about what was new in the life of the Fianna metis. Her own life had been quiet lately, nothing exciting happening but she guessed it wasn’t all bad. Quiet meant you get to live another day, so in itself it wasn’t too bad.
[Rory] She had agreed to going out easily enough – well, easily enough for her, which is to say with a blush, and a stammer, and a confusion of words that ended up meaning a simple ‘ok’. She’s dressed as she always is – jeans and t-shirt, both tattered and worn, and tennis shoes that have seen better days. It was warm enough that she didn’t bother with a jacket, and walked with her hands tucked into the front pockets of her jeans.
Her rage, coupled with Adara’s, has their path clear as the walk, people standing to the side without really knowing why. Rory hides often behind her curls, but still – she stands out, and is noticed almost as much as Adara, despite the fact she’d never realize that fact. All attention belongs to her friend. That is simply the way it is.
She wrinkles her nose at the question, and lifts a shoulder into a little shrug. “Ok. Kora had ber haby.” She adds the few details she knows of the infant there – granted, not a lot, other than the pack had taken Kora hunting, immediately afterward.
[Adara Mires] They were twobeautiful woman, walking, looking single so yeah, they got a lot of looks. Still no one was brave enough to approach them. Something about them, something they couldn’t put their fingers on, made them uncomfortable. It’s not even because they looked like tramps or maybe gang related. Adara didn’t seem to care about the attention, ignoring the wolf whistles or cat call from those father. Some might have come from pretty good llooking men but she didn’t spare them a glance.
Her attention was all on the lovely redhead with her “She did? That’s wonderful. Give her my best when you see her.” She seemed exited about the baby. Anyone who would’ve seen her with August’s little gilr or Marnin’s handsome boy would know that she loved kids and was actually good with them.
She looked around, saw a bar called the Temtations Night club “Hey how about we go there for some dancing and drinks? I never tried this place before”
[Rory] She nods, agreeing she’ll pass the message on. She hasn’t seen the child herself, and doesn’t expect too. Her very presence would upset a child that young, and so she did what she does – sent over a present, a music box she’d worked meticulously on restoring, and called it good. Kora is more wolf than human, and has spent the time curiously unattached to the outside eye. But she appreciated the gift, and Rory glowed under the minute level of praise offered her.
She tips her head at the club, then offers Adara one of her shy little smiles, and shrugs that shoulder again. “Ok.”
Single words are easiest, and she is up for anything really. Well, almost anything… maybe.
[Adara Mires] She nodded to the Fostern and gently took her hand and led her inside. Patrons were standing outside, guys and girls, though when they entered it was the girls who looked at them more than the guys. The club was fairly big, with 2 bars, a dance floor, a section were you could sit on couches and talk. The light was dim and there was a pretty nice lighting system, flashing all kins of clors. Big tvs were here and there.
What Rory could notice after a while, as Adara lead her deeper inside was the men were dancing with men, talknig t each other very close, arms around waist, touching even kissing. Same things was happening with the women. After a moment, just before reaching the bar, Adara gave Rory a sheepish smile
“I hmmm might not have picked the best kind of place for you”Not htem, no her, Rory. Adara seem ok with what was happening around.
[Rory] She lets Adara take her hand, and lead her inside. She doesn’t think anything of it, truth be told, because she’s danced with her before, and considers her a friend – one of very few the redhead do so with. She looks around, her green eyes widening as she sees and processes what’s going on as they move on.
Boys dancing with boys.
Girls dancing with girls.
Her hand in Adaras.
She blinks, a little like a deer in the headlights as Adara says it might not be the best place… and she blushes. brightly. “Uh…” Ever eloquent, the mule. “…is ok…” She knows Adara likes girls, and has heard it’s possible for men too, but honestly does not understand the mechanics. At all. She barely understands the mechanics of being with a man herself, truth be told.
But she doesn’t show fear.
[Adara Mires] She look at her with a tilt of her head, then nodded “All right, but if it gets too weird for you, we can leave ok?” She would love to do with Rory what the others around them were doing, but she didn’t want to freak her friend. She orders two beers and then lead her to the couches section, sitting on the couch, allowing Rory to sit facing her or beside her
“Seriously, it’s not a trick on my part, didn’t know it was this type of place.” She said, passing a hand in her hair, drinking from her bottle. “But if you’re curious about anything you see, let me know, I’d do my best to explain”
She didn’t know for sure if Rory had been with many men or not. She had a feeling it was not. She didn’t want to assume. Maybe Rory knew more about same sex relations that she lt on, maybe not. If she could help the redhead to understand things better, she’d certainly would do so.
[Rory] She takes her beer when its offered, giving Adara one of her shy little smiles and nods. “Ok.” If she gets uncomfortable, she’ll tell her… or at least make it known in some way.
She follows to the couch, and settles to sit next to the Fury, the one safe spot in the club, it would seem, as it is easier to remain closer to the one she knows. And she’s never objected to Adara’s calming influence, and deeply appreciates her willingness to explain.
She assures her it wasn’t a trick, and Rory tips her head. “Why would I think it tas a wrick?” Honestly curious.
[Adara Mires] But girls were getting appreciative looks by many of the other women around, some were jealous. Many wished they were one or the other..or with both of them. Some tried to flirt of afar with soft smiles and little glances, but the Galliard’s attention was on the redhead sitting close to her.
“Well you know I like girls right?”She explain to Rory about why it could have been a trick “And you know I think you’re absolutly beautiful. So you know, you could’ve thought that I brought you here to..give you some ideas, to see if you’d be interested in me, turn you on..I don’t know, something along those lines. Not that I’d mind any of those” She add with a slight grin and a little roll of her big emerald eyes. Gaia knew she’d love that.
“But I wouldn’t push you to do anything, and that also mean not expose you to something you might not be into”
[Rory] Rory, as always, seems oblivious to the attention, attributing it to Adara rather than herself. She has a curious lack of modesty about her body, herself, never seeing it as an object of interest, unless it’s directly presented to her that way, one on one. With Ray. With Derek. She’s just a mule in monkey skin, otherwise.
She listens to the explanation, her head tipped curiously, and her brow furrowing slightly. “You wouldn’t do that to me.” Quiet confidence.
Even if the thought Adara would love it makes her blush, again, brightly.
[Adara Mires] She smiled softly at Rory’s words “Thank you for trusting me. There are many things I’d liek to do to you or with you Rory, I confessed to that already, but like I said, I’d never do something to would bother you, or make you umcomfortable. If you’re curious about anything, let me know. I’ll answer any of your questions or try anything you want”
She smiled a little more, letting her words sink in as she drank from her bottle, emerald eyes meeting bright green ones, trying to read Rory’s reaction. She didn’t want to make Rory uncomfortable, that was true, but she also had to check if there was some possibility that it mght happen, so she can move in that direction or stop teasing her and just be casual fiends with the fostern, the same as with Kristen, Mila, Gretel or any other women she was friend with.
[Rory] The blush deepens, and she ducks her head to hide it behind her curls. She pulls up her feet to prop them on the edge of the couch, her slender frame folding easily. She’s sitting close to Adara, for ease of talking, though there’s no denying the truth of the Fury’s words, when she voices her confession again.
Rory wrinkles her nose, slightly, but rolls her shoulder into a little shrug. “I’m forbidden.” But the way she says it suggests she’s done some things that are forbidden, with a man her or there.
Then she admits, shyly… “But am always curious.”
[Adara Mires] She watched Rory, shifting her body slightly closer to hear her better. Rory might be unscented but Adara smelled of forest, flowers and rain. It wasn’t related to any breeding for she had none. It was the mix of her natural scent and her body wash and shampoo. It was soft, didn’t smell chemical as perfume did.
Her lips moved closer to Rory’s ear and one hand went to rest delicatly on her thigh “I have done forbidden things before Rory” She whisper, her breath warm, caressing the Fianna’s skin “And well in our world, technically, you aren’t forbidden to me..for there is nothing that could come out of a union between two women anyway.”
She caressed Rory’s tight slightly, barely “And if you’re curious, I’m more than willing to teach you everything”
She let her lips press softly against Rory’s skin, jsut under the ear, near her jawline.
[Rory] She blushes brightly, but she doesn’t move away, really. She has been touched in her life so few times with anything other than fury, pain, humiliation, that knowing other touches exist creates a desire to know them, and experience them… forbidden or no. Be it a stolen night with Ray, where he teaches her things and makes her feel things she never imagined, to a similar night with Derek, where for a little while she believed she was beautiful.
And now, Adara, who touches her thigh, her breath warm against her skin, her lips warmer still…
She blushes. The color spreads along her skin, her neck, dipping under her clothing, as she hides behind her curls… shifting slightly in her seat – but not farther away.
[Adara Mires] She smiled a soft, amused smile as she watched Rory’s reaction. She let her hand caress Rory’s thigh very slowly, gently, eyes looknig at the Fianna’s face.
“You are so beautiful Rory. I’ve want to touch you ever since the first day we met. I knew you probably were stronger than me, tougher too but I wanted to hold you in my arms and just caress you slowly. You looked so..fragile and gorgeous.”
She shrug slightly as her hand move up, reaching under Rory’s shirt, so one finger would move across the redhead’s belly. The touch more softe than any man she has been with
[Rory] “I…” she stammers, but then loses that thought all together at the soft touch along the pale skin of her belly. Her breath catches as she realizes what Adara is saying, and what she means, and she blushes even brighter. She doesn’t understand the reactions others profess she brings to them – but she has seen evidence of them before, in the men she has been with. Even Howard, who was very very forbidden…
..much like Adara…
She twists her hands lightly along her beer, and takes a quick swallow, nervously, trembling lightly under the touch… Part of her waits for pain, still, though she knows in a bigger part it won’t come from adara.
[Adara Mires] She shift her body, kneeling on the couch, her breasts pressing slgihtly against Rory’s arm. Her finger is joined by two others,tracing little patterns on the Foster’s flat stomach. It was very delicate, sensual, with no rush. There was a smileon her lips as she enjoyed the feel on Rory’s so warm skin under her touch. She was getting wet just imgining that warmth all over her body if they laid together. Gaia she wanted that so badly.
She licked her lips softly, to moisten them, still looking into Rory’s eyes “What would you like to do Rory? Would you liek to discover that path with me? No one needs to know. And I swear you will enjoy it. And if you fear about the law, don’t worry, I’ll defend us both if needed, it’s not the first time nor the last time I will bend the first law”
She whisper only to her. Just in case someone would overhear them.
[Rory] Rory is a full moon, born to follow her passion, to fight, to brawl, to kill and destroy. She never was taught the finer, more delicate areas of passion, only that for her they did not exist. Ray destroyed that belief, an unsettling yet wholly enjoyable experience. She swallows hard, as adara moves closer, her hands sliding along her skin…
She peeks up, seeing that the Fury watches her, and her blush deepens.. she can’t ignore the tug of something.. something in the pit of her belly. Forbidden so very much, why should she have to ignore every whim… Others don’t have too – why her?
Adara whispers promises, and questions, and Rory… doesn’t say no.
[Adara Mires] She lean forward, her hand still under Rory’s shirt, caressing her smooth skin, so she can put down her bottle of beer. The she slowly move to pss one thigh over Rory’s and put it down on the other side, slowly, watching the Fianna, taking her time so nto to scare her or surpise her too much. At any time she can stop her action. She seemed in full control of her body.
Straddling her, if Rory allows her, Adara let her hand move from Rory’s belly to her side, caressing it slightly up and down. There was a playful smile on the Fur’s pink lips, her eyes had a passionate look, controlled for now, but definatly there. Her other hand slowly moved up to caress the side of Rory’s face, delicatly, sensually as everything she has done so far. She had a feeling Rory knew about fucking, about having sex, maybe even making love..btu she would show her friend a whole new level of sensuality. Maybe later, she could show her that two women could be as intense as any “regular” couples
She leaned forward, breasts pressing against breastss, her lips slightly parted as she breathe “Kiss me Rory”
Many, many eyes were on them now as the two women looked incredibly good together and the show was well facisnating to many.
[Rory] She moves her hand to the side, holding her own beer out of the way as Adara slides across her, settling to straddle her lap. Rory bites her lower lip, absently, trembling under the touch along her skin, the heat of her blush warming her farther still as she peeks up at Adara when her fingers trail along her face…
It still takes her a moment to meet her eyes, seeing the look of passion, the way she controls herself, careful not to scare her, ever careful of Rory’s feelings, her upbringing…
She leans in, and Rory catches her breath…. barely breathing her request – and Rory, who never could turn down a reasonable request from a friend, does exactly as she’s asked… she tips her face up, and with a soft sigh across Adara’s lips, claims them, shyly…
[Adara Mires] She kiss Rory’s lips tenderly. Silky lips meeting velvety ones. She take her time, kissing her slightly, small kisses, allowing Rory to get to know her lips, their taste, their softness, to get used to how different they were from a man’s. Then she kiss her more deeply, passion making it’s way into the kiss, not unbridled, not lusful…not yet. But the kiss is slowly becoming more intense.
Her hand moved slightly away from Rory’s cheek and her fingers mingling with Rory’s hair until they reached the back of the Ahroun’s head and broguht her closer. The hand on Rory’s side moved to the small on her back, pressing her against the young Galliard, their body now able to rub against each other, grind against the other if they wanted to.
She parts her lips, tongue teasing the redhead’s upper lip before parting them and seeking Rory’s tongue. She kisses her fiercely, never gonig to fast, allowing Rory to take in her experience fully and push her away if she wanted to..or allow her to do much more.
[Rory] The first touch is electric, and Rory trembles under the assault as adara shows her a different side of kissing, of teasing… she is soft, sensual, intense without being fierce, without being all consuming… she holds the beer bottle to the side, though her other hand timidly finds place along Adara’s hip, then around the small of her back…
Fingers in her curls pulls a soft gasp from her lips, and she arches closer with the Fury’s urging, her lips parting, inviting the kiss deeper, tongue tasting, teasing as the kiss turns fierce… her hand twisting in the back of Adara’s shirt, a soft sound at the back of her throat as she loses herself to the kiss…
[Adara Mires] She doesn’t know how long the kiss last, or how many people are staring at them. She doesn’t care about that. She focus on the kiss, on Rory’s lips, her tongue, her warmth, how soft she is under her touch, how good her hand feel in the small of her back.
She slowly broke the kiss, her heart hammering in her chest, sure that Rory could hear it. There was no mistaking that the Ahroun and the kiss had turned her on a lot. She pulled back a little, looking into Rory’s eyes, biting her lower lip as she thought about something, thne leaned forward again and whispered in the other woman’s ear
“How about we go somehwere else, I want to show you, make you feel more.” Her lips move down to kiss and nibble at Rory’s jawline and neck, slightly, softly.
[Rory] Her skin near burns under the swelling moon, under the softness of adara’s touch, her kiss… she is trembling as Adara pulls back, her heartbeat hard enough that Rory can hear it, can feel it… Rory – predictably – blushes, at that, and the whisper in her ear…
She licks her lips, lightly, gathering the other womans taste from them as she peeks up through her curls, only to close her eyes and tip her throat into her teasing kisses, nibbles… little shocks of delight dancing along her skin with every teasing touch…
“….ok.”
Her voice is soft, shy, but sure. Adara wouldn’t hurt her – and her own curiosity is written across her eyes, as she holds the Fury close for a few more moments..
[Adara Mires] She smiled and kiss her again, briefly, a taste of things to come. Smoothly, in a fluid move, so get up from Rory’s lap. Moving with a slow grace, never in a hurry. She pick her friend’s hand and help her out. She guide her out of the club, walking with her outside, the night air doing nothing to cool her. She was burning with passion, deire and lust and hse doubt the Arctic’s cold would be enough to make her feel the surrounding weather. She was almsot only aware of the warmth of the hand she was holding.
“We’re going to get a hotel room. Church is very risky, so is the Brotherhood. Later..if there are other moments like the one we’re going to share, we can check what we want to do, how we want to handle it”
Her voice told Rory that in Adara’s mind, there was no way she wouldn’t enjoy the Fianna’s body and wouldn’t want more. The decision will rest in Rory’s hands once tonight was over.
[Rory] Adara gets up, and pulls Rory to her feet. She sets her beer down as she follows, tugged by her hand, out of the club and back to the street. She mentions a hotel room, and she is still blushing, the heat of her face hidden in the shadows between street lamps as Adara voices her plans.
And anything else in the future. Rory ducks her head, hiding her smile under her curls, as she follows the Fury’s whims. She is a friend, and tonight may be one night, or there may be others… she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what happens next…
she just knows adara wouldn’t hurt her. And, to one such as Rory, that goes a very long way… even to a hotel room.
[Adara Mires] Adara finds them a decent hotel. She wouldn’t take Rory to a cheap motel. I wasn’t the Ritz or the Drake hotel but it was probably better than what Rory was used to. The clerk hand Adara the key, watching her nervously, glacing at Rory and managing to blush probably more than the Fianna usually do. What was about those two women that made him so attracted and scared at the same time?
Adara didn’t linger at the desk, taking Rory’s hand and heading inside the elevator. She kissed Rory on the way up, a soft, sensual kiss, gently holding her friend’s face between her hands. The doors open and she step out, moving toward the number on the key. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, inviting Rory in.
The room wasn’t really big but it smelled nice, with a queen size bed in it, bathroom at the far end, a dresser with a tv on it and a small fridge. Adara motions the bed to the Fostern “Make yourself comfortable baby” She says looking over her shoulder with a teasing smile before turning the tv on and surfing quickly through the channels, finding one with soft music. She adjusts the volume so it was barely heard but present.
Then she dims the lights and slowly made her way back ot the bed, hips swaying softly, eyes on her lover for tonight.
[Rory] The hotel is certainly better than anything she’s seen, really. She’s a simple girl, one who was taught that anything she is given comes with a price attached – one that usually involves pain. Until Chicago, there was always pain. She follows Adara, her fingers trailing along the wall, before they step into the elevator and the fury is kissing her again. she blushes, brightly, her hands lifting timidly to set at Adara’s sides, just above the curve of her hips.
In the room, she blushes brightly as adara tells her to get comfortable, on the bed. She swallows, and looks around the room, before kicking off her shoes, and settling to sit on the edge of the bed and watch the Fury. The lights are dim, music is playing, and Rory bites her lower lip, and ducks her head to hide her blush, watching Adara as she nears through a curtain of red curls…
achingly shy…
[Adara Mires] She closes the distance between her and the bed, her shoes having been kicked off earlier. She stops in front of Rory, her shirt covered breasts level with the Fianna’s eyes. Then Adara’s hand moves to cup Rory’s face gently and tilt it up as she bneds down and kiss her again. This time, tongue teases lips then tongue, passion filling the kiss more and more. Slowly, she directs Rory to lay on her back, her own body moving forward, never breaking the kiss.
She doesn’t seem to get enough of those lips or tongue, laying on the bed, half on her side, half on Rory, one leg culed around Rory’s, one hand leaving the Fianna’s face and moves down, caressing Rory’s body slightly, over her clothes before reaching under her shirt and caressing smooth freckled skin up and down, tenderly, lovingly.
Shje wanted to see Rory naked so badly but they had time. Nothing was rushed with Adara, every thing was appreciated ot the fullest. Maybe Rory will think her lvoer doesn’t want to go further, to see her naked, though the caresses might indicate otherwise.
[Rory] She remembers the first time she undressed in front of adara, not thinking anything of it, her body nothing to be connected to anything resembling desire in another person. It is hard to shake those beliefs, to realize that something she does not think of – her skin, her shape, her breasts and between her thighs, her ass – is something to birth desire in another person.
Adara had blushed. Rory had not.
Now, however, it is a fierce heat that rushes under freckled skin, the blush near constant as she submits to adara’s kiss, laying down on the bed as directed, her arm wrapping around the Fury as she lays with her. She arches her back into that softly caressing hand, her own timidly sliding along Adara’s side, holding her close as she gives the kiss her full attention, as if nothing else in the world matters but the taste of her lips, the tangle of their tongues…
[Adara Mires] Slowly, still kissing Rory, Adara’s hand starts to explore her lover’s body. Caressing her back up and down, tracing her spine, applying a slighty pressure to send shivers along it. It moves down to caress Rory’s firm butt over her jeans, closing around the curve of one cheek and sqeezing it slightly. Her hand moves back up taking it’s time, to caress Rory’s flat stomach, lingering there, tracing patterns again them up once more, cupping one of her breasts.
Adara’s skin wasn’t as warm as hers but Rory might find it warmer than her kin lovers. Maybe she will crave that warmth as much as Adara seemed to crave hers. She let out little pleased sound from the back of her throat as she kiss and caress the metis. Her warm skin felt so good under her fingers.
The hand cupping Rory’s breasts starts to caress it, thumb teasing her nipple, tracing the aerola, massaging the beasts. Adara’s touch was light, almsot a brush most of the time, different from a man’s.
[Rory] She watches Adara as she kisses her, through reddish lashes, her hand sliding over adara’s side, lightly, in timid, meek, mimic of what the Fury does to her… she mirrors her touches lightly, curiously, the curves and softness so different than the bodies of the men she had been with.
She rolls to her back as Adara finds her breasts, her back arching into the teasing touch, her breath catching as nipples harden under the tender assault… each featherlight caress building sensations in the put of her belly…
she is never bold in her explorations, never moving farther than Adara has, always a step, perhaps two, behind, even as she timidly slides her hand along the Fury’s side, finally slipping under her shirt to smooth along her back, her side… even along her belly with the backs of her fingers, before slowly sliding upwards, to just touch the swell of a breast, tentative, so very careful…
[Adara Mires] She softly broke the kiss, whispering “You feel so good Rory.” She shift position slightly move over her friend, not afraid to crush her. Both of them were stronger than many men and weighted almost nothing compared to said men. Her lips and teeth left a trail of kissses and nibbles along Rory’s jawline, her neck, moving back up to her chin, then back to her lips for more kissing.
Her hands moved down, one from Rory’s cheek, the other from her breasts and stopped at the helm of the Fianna’s shirt, pulling it up ,breaking the kiss only so she could pass it over her head and let it fall to the floor. She resumed te kiss, with both hands caressing Rory’s smooth sides then back up to those beautiful breasts, so similar in size to hers. In fact they had a similar body shape, athletic, medium sized breasts, tight firm butts, with smooth skin.
Adara’s hands caressed those breasts, thumb rubbing her nibbles, then squeezing then a little between index and thumb. Her lips left Rory, moving down, slowly, kissing their way to the swell of her breasts. Then she took her time to cover them all over with kisses, licks, finally closing her lips on one nipple, suckng it, tongue teasing it inside her mouth, tracing the aerola with it’s tip.
[Rory] She helps pull her shirt off without any hint of shyness, just curiosity. When it’s tossed to the side she lays down again, chewing on her lower lip absently before Adara takes them again… she says she feels good, and Rory blushes, again, and it can be seen as it travels under her pale, freckled skin…
Her breath catches as adara’s lips travel, her back arching with a soft cry as hardened nipples are licked and teased… her body sings with the sensation, and her breath quickens… as much as she hides her smiles, hides behind her hair on normal occasions, it doesn’t occur to her to hide here…
…she slides her fingers into adara’s hair, her breath a soft quick… “oooohhhh….”
[Adara Mires] She licks, kisses, caresses, sucks Rory’s breasts as if they were the tastiest, most lovable things she has put her lips and tongue on. Of course it’s nothing compared to what will come shortly but for now, it seem that she would focus on them for the rest of the night. Yet, eventually, hands travels down, along Rory’s side, followed by her mouth, softly kissing it’s way down. Fingers expertly undoing the jeans, pulling the down, keeping the panties on for now.
She kisses the fabric, closing her lips over the panty covered clit for a moment them continues to kiss and lick her way down, over thighs, shin then back up, along her inner thigh until her nose pressed against Rory’s covered sex. She rubs it slightly with hte tip of her nose as she kisses the fabric again, then pulls the panties very slowly down, stopping what shewas doing just to look at Rory’s exposed sex.
She let her lips brush all over thesensitive skin surrounding her lover’s sex, then kissed the area, hands caressing Rory’s thighs, spreading her slightly. The kisses moves to the labias, clit, all over. She part her lips so the tip of her tongue could tease and flick Rory’s clitoris then move down, parting her labias, finally tasting the Ahroun’s wetness.
[Rory] She watches the fury, curiosity in her gaze, as she travels down her body, a fever burning under her skin where lips touch, fingers tease… she lifts her hips to allow her jeans to be removed… her back arching and a soft gasp falling from her lips as Adara teases her… until she is at last bare before the Fury…
She parts her thighs, muscles quivering eagerly under the touch, her slender form reacting to every touch, every taste, without reservation. Rory’s fingers tangle in the sheets as she holds on, her hips curling into teasing lips and tongue, her reactions evident in the wetness found and tasted…
She has no words, but her moans are soft, hips curling to get closer as she trembles under the delicious assault… the same, yet so very different as Adara knows instinctively just how to touch her, how to arouse her further… “Ooooohyes…”
[Adara Mires] Men could only guess how they’re doing from a woman’s reaction. A woman knew what she was doing from personal experience, either by touching herself or having been touched by others. Adara had done both, the former more than the latter but still enough to have learned a thing or two from others that she tried on herself and also now could do to lovers and make things even more pleasurable.
Her tongue move over Rory’s sex with assurance, passion, lust…the control she showed in the club still present, making her feeling and desired focused, not losing sight of how she wanted Rory’s first time with her and it seem a woman, to be. Sensual, delightful…different from anything else. Later in the night, after this first moment, she had every intention of having very lusful sex with her friend, but right now, her tongue moved deliberatly, almost achingly slow on Rory’s wet, tasty sex.
Fingers slid inside, two of them, movin with the same pace as her tongue, adding to the sensation, curling slightly to tease Rory’s g spot. Adra’s mouth and fingers wanted to move down slightly, tease that wonderfully sexy ass of hers, but she kept that for later, for the second part of the night. Right now she wanted Rory to cum from her soft touches and licks, curious to see if her friend will want to explore her body after, or jsut curl with her.
That is until the Fury decides to stat things up again.
[Rory] Rory has never touched herself. It is Forbidden. She has only, since coming to chicago, touched three other people – though that too, is Forbidden. And now, she finds herself in Adara’s bed, with her fingers sliding into her wet sex, inner muscles rippling in anticipation, in welcome, as the tongue across ehr clit drives her to distraction…
Each touch is slow, deliberate, and makes her tremble as Adara carefully builds the sensations to make it unlike anything she’s ever experienced before… her fingers tighten in the blankets at her hips, holding on as she trembles through the assault on her senses, her cries coming more often, her breath a soft pant of need…
Her release sneaks up on her, taking control and flooding her body with heat as fingers slide into Adara’s hair, holding her against her as hips curl, thighs tremble…. after, she falls back to the mattress, fighting for breath, her eyes closed for a moment, before she lifts her head to look down at Adara… and blush, as she covers her face with a hand… “…wow.”
And then, she reaches down to pull the Fury back upwards, to take her lips and taste herself across them, still trembling, even as she shyly, so shyly, does her best to make Adara feel as she does….exploring timidly, listening to Adara’s body, her voice, her touch, to learn to please her too…
…a lesson that takes all night, at least while she submits to the Fury’s every whim…