i_vanquish_evil | Otherways

"If I want something you'll know. And you'll give it to me. I'm not worried about that."

She sits up straight, whimpering a little as her breasts are moved from his touch but she knows he can put them back if he wants and she needs to get a better angle. Her hands move up into her hair as she begins to rock faster over him.

"Oh, I will, will I?" he teases her.

His hands slide to her thighs as she sits up, so he strokes the skin there. He rocks his head back a little as she moves, but watches her - her hands in her hair, her breasts bobbing, her body moving... in a mystical-like rhythm pulling him near the edge.

She can feel him getting closer and so she slows down. She's going to draw this out. "Yes you will." She answers. "Because you won't be able to help yourself."

"You're that good, huh?" The verbal teasing is almost as good as the physical.

"You know I am. I can feel it. Your body betrays you, Mikey."

She laughs softly, wanting to lean down to kiss him but not about to mess up her rhythm. So instead she sticks a finger in her mouth, wetting it and then sliding her hand down, rubbing the moist fingertip over her nipple. She moans loudly, squeezing her breast with her hand.

Between pants, he asks, "Why do you call me 'Mikey'?" It's an inane question, but the nickname bothers him - probably more than the kissing.

He licks his lips and swallows hard as she touches her finger to her breast. His fingers itch to move and touch her; spider-like they crawl up her thighs, toward her... but he'd have to sit up to reach.

She sees what he's trying to do and shakes her head no, enjoying running her own hands over her chest and stomach. "I call you Mikey because I can." She shrugs.

He curls his fingers and, with blunt, worn nails, scratches down her thighs, then back up, then down - continuous motion and something to occupy his hands since she won't let him touch.

"Yeah?" He licks his lips again. "Why do you think you can?" He's having fun with the teasing.

"Because if you told me I couldn't then I'd stop this right now and walk downstairs leaving you with a massive erection...and because I'm just hot enough that you'll let me call you whatever I want to. Just like you let me kiss you."

"That would suck," he mumbles. He rubs his hands up and down her thighs, squeezing lightly every so often. "Maybe you are just that hot." He almost added: "Now, are you gonna kiss me again, or do I have to pull you down here?" but managed to keep that to himself.

And she's not going to. If he pulls her down to kiss him then she'll respond but right now it's just so much more fun to make him suffer. He was the one that didn't want to kiss her after all.

"Sometimes it amazes me how hot I am."

"You are. Hot. Sexy. Naked - at the moment."

He just watches her for a bit, a little entranced by the way she moves.

"Pleasing," he pants. "So much pleasure." He stretches one hand toward her chest, almost touching, but not quite.

She looks at the hand, amused. "This is what I do, Mikey. I've perfected the art of pleasure...you're just a lucky guy I've selected to show it to."

"Hand?" is as much as he can pant. He holds the outstretched hand with the palm facing her.

He snorts at the next bit as his breath returns. "Me and several others, but I'm not complaining." It's followed by a deep groan of intense pleasure.

She looks at him curiously, trying to gauge what it is he watns from her and then she puts her own hand in his, thinking that that's not what he wants. She smirks.

"Shhh. Don't talk about them."

He folds his fingers around her hand. He wants to touch something and a hand's as good as the parts she won't let him touch.

"No. I'll talk about you. You hair, your body. What do you want me to talk about while you drive me crazy?"

"Tell me what the sexiest thing about me is." She pauses for a moment and then resumes her movements. She can't hold out much longer either.

He watches her for a moment.

"The way your body moves. The rippling of the muscles and the stretching of the skin as you give and receive pleasure. The way your arms curl behind your head or fold over your chest."

He sucks in a breath sharply, holding off the inevitable for a moment longer.

She smiles. It was a good answer. She tightens her inner muscles, gripping him tightly, expertly as she leans down, kissing him hard on the mouth. She's giving him permission to be done now.

He likes seeing her smile - it didn't happen as often as it should. He likes her smile and he may tell her that someday.

Another groan and he comes - hard. He almost can't kiss her back for lack of breath, but he does and her mouth is warm and he traces his tongue over her lips, wanting in if she'll let him.

"Come for me..." She whispers and then er mouth opens willingly to him, eagerly kissing him back.

And he does exactly as she asks... not by choice, by matter of sequence of events. He comes... it's release and it's good.

He pushes his tongue into her mouth, holding her against him with a hand on the back of her head, his other hand sliding down her back, fingertips barely grazing her ass.

She feels him release feels the power she's had over him and with the gentle touch she feels her own boddy shudder, a soft whimper escaping as it does.

He feels her shudder around him and sighs against her mouth. He slides his hands to rest on either side of her face and and peppers kisses against her lips, her chin, her nose, her cheeks.

"That was fucking amazing," he breathes and kisses her again. No one has gotten him to let them kiss him on the lips for a very long time. He holds a certain respect for her and whatever she did to convince him.

She kisses him back slowly. "Yeah I know it was. And now I have work to do."

He nods and lets his arms fall to the bed. Getting up is so very much not an option just now.

"Have a good night." He sighs and closes his eyes, resting.

Otherways - VH's room

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