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"I enthusiastically encourage that, actually," she quips, with the last bit of sass that's left before her brain fries from how good it feels to feel him.

A little gasp escapes, and encouraged by his hands there, she rocks against him slowly. "You're so hard..."

There's a slight wheeze from him, before one hand comes up to cup the nape of her neck so he can drag her down for a kiss.

"Don't tease." A whisper now, fingers slipping beneath her skirt so that he can trace the flesh on the back of her thigh.

"Oh, now I really want to," she murmurs, rocking against him again. She leans close, seemingly going in for another kiss, lips swollen and tingly, lipstick messed up. At the last second, she deviates, until she's whispering in his ear.

"You could have this. Just like this. Right here. I bet you'd slide right in, fill me up so nicely..." A kiss against the skin below his earlobe. "If you knew how wet I am for you right now..."

He shudders at the warmth of her breath at his ear and instinctively squeezes the flesh of her thigh. His breath has gone shallow at the image of her riding him; his throat dry with want.

"Nipping her bare shoulder at that and then tracking kisses up the side of her neck. "Oh, are you now?"

It doesn't take much to tease her there; a shift of the hand at most. She's exactly as she promised: wet and wanting, her slick noistness seeping through the fabric and onto his fingertips.

She lets out a soft groan at that, and leans back to watch him. Greedy to see his expression, to see if it feels just as good for him to be touching her, as it does for her. And it does - it feels amazing, and just the beginning.

She sinks her fingers into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him back from her neck so she can catch his gaze. Lips parted, a pretty little blush on her face and all.

"Keep going..." she asks, very nicely.

There's a soft sound deep in his chest when her fingers thread into his hair as she pulls his head back. It's something he's honestly always found so irresistible about Mae. How, barring those odd shy moments that caught them both by surprise, she'd never shied from speaking her mind or asking for what she wanted.

Both hands now, fingers curling over the fabric of her underwear to drag it down before he traces his fingers in a line across her slick heat.

"Not going to lie," there's a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "the way you feel right now makes me want my mouth on you."

She has to reluctantly peel herself off his lap so he can take her panties off, but it's a sacrifice she is willing to make. Up and off she goes, and toes the underwear to the side as soon as she's stepped out of it. The skirt has fallen back into place, and she is standing in front of him again, between his spread legs.

"I know we should pace ourselves but," she starts, and brings one knee to the couch between his legs, leaning forward again. "I don't wanna."

"We can pace ourselves later," reaching for her now, feeling skin starved and warm. "Let me touch you."

It's both a plea and a request for permission.

She cracks a little smile, and stays there, head tilted to the side, a teasing glint in her eyes.

"I don't know, I'm wondering if you wouldn't benefit from being made to beg for it a little bit..."

It's as if he forgets to breathe, even as his eyes go dark with want.

He chooses his next words carefully, and watches her face, unable to help the way he licks his lips. "And how would you do that?"

There's a dare there. A little 'okay, try me.'

She smiles first, a whole signal that he's done right to ask. Then, she pushes herself up straight and takes a step back from the couch, reaching behind her to unzip her dress.

"I'll make it a rule," she answers. "No touching me, unless I say you can." She slips her dress off, letting it drop to the floor with her underwear, leaving her in a deep red bra, and little else.

This escalated fast, maybe, but it feels so right. She's not going to question it. Instead, she's going to give him a show, turning around slowly, bending over when she has her back to him, so he can see how pretty her ass looks, how nicely it frames her pussy, and how wet this whole thing made her.

"Is this what you want?" Reaching behind her, she goes beyond just show to smack her cheeks with both hands, to grope and ease them apart a little, show him more.

Then she stands up straight, shoots him a wink over her shoulder, and walks all the way to the bedroom.

He wonders how he could get any more turned on than he already is, but here we are. He'd felt his stomach tighten when she'd bent over, fingers curling into fists as if to tell himself to calm the fuck down.

And then she's sauntering into his bedroom and he's easing himself up and off of that couch to follow her.

Leaning against the door frame now: chin low, gaze hungry and voice even as he reaches for the buckle of his belt: "What if I raise you one on that and let you tie my wrists to the headboard."

Is his heart pounding fast? Yes.

Does he hope this is something she'd like? Yes.

That pulls a little laugh out of her. "I knew you didn't just come to my store to hang out."

She will, in this case, come up and take the belt out of his hands, holding it taut, considering it. Has she tied someone up for sex before? No. Has she wanted to? Almost as much as she'd like to be tied up herself. Does she want to tease him like that?

Considering that she can think of a few ways to make him beg for more, yeah.

"Get in bed for me, baby."

Later, he thinks, once she's had her way with him, he plans to return the favor and worship her whole the way he wished he had before coming back to Eudio.

He'll steal one last kiss from her mouth, before he's moving towards the bed and shedding his shirt with no little amount of awareness that this is entirely for her benefit.

There are some new electrical burn scars along his hip, but they've faded enough into light marks across his otherwise sun-kissed skin. Mae is also welcome to note the way the freckles on his shoulders climb towards his nape.

Lying with his back on the bed now and lifting his wrists so that they're resting against the wrought-iron bed frame.

She can stand there near the doorway, and watch him, taking in every little detail from the scars to the muscles to the freckles, because she's seeing him in a lot more than just a new light. And speaking of light, she reaches out and turns the lights on in the bedroom.

"Don't plan on missing a thing," she explains, smiling.

Finally, as he lies down, she closes the distance and climbs up on the bed, straddling his chest so she can tie him up with the belt.

When it's done, she leans down and kisses him again, nipping at his lower lip. "Good?"

If the soft moan wasn't enough of an answer, then the roughly whispered "yes," should be. His hips shift a little over the mattress, the weight of her across him a welcome one. His fingers flex and he gives into the temptation of testing his restraints.

"For the record, this is a variation of one of my guilty fantasies."

He'll be happy to expound, later.

"No guilt, only pleasure," she murmurs against his lips, then moves to trace kisses down his jawline, the side of his neck. His arms being lifted means she can't really leave much of a hickey on his neck, which she's sure is fine. But she can move further down, and map out his chest with little kisses.

"Didn't think this would be how our first time would go, but I'm not complaining."

She climbs off, settling to kneel between his legs, and unbuttons his pants. "Hmmm, leaving these on? You tease me." Which means, she gets to tease him back. She will pull them off, down to mid-thigh, and no further, letting the waistband of his trousers act as restraint for his legs. The underwear stays on.

Then, she climbs back up, sitting down so that she's pressed against his arousal. Even this is enough to make her shiver, eager, and rock against him.

"How did you picture our first?"

That's breathed out as he finds himself fixated on the movement of her hips. Mae looks gorgeous -- full breasts, ample hips, and without a trace of her earlier shyness.

Fingers curling around the bars of his bed now, as his hips rise up to press himself closer to her heat.

The moment he arches up to meet her, she lifts her weight off him, hovering above him just out of reach. Go on, sweetheart, ask her for it.

"Oh, a lot of variations. Didn't think this one was the most likely." She presses him down, both hands on his waist, pinning his hips to the bed. "Behave for me," she whispers, and sits down against him again. Without any underwear on of her own, there's nothing to stand in the way of finding the perfect angle. She leans forward, arching a little, until she feels the underside of his cock pressed against her clit.

"Mm..." And moves, rocking slowly back and forth.

Josh's breath stutters a little there when Mae lifts herself away, and his mouth hangs ajar for as it finally sinks in that -- yes, she really is going to make him beg for it.

He's halfway through processing the words didn't think this one was the most likely when her palms come back in contact with his skin. And she's welcome to feel the way the muscles of his stomach tense when the friction between them sends a sharp sensation of pleasure lancing through him.

Swallowing now. Taking a breath. "Mae..."

He's torn, really. Does he ask? Does he let her wrap him around her finger a little more.

Shaking his head. "Nevermind." Torture it is, then.

"You sure?" she teases, and rolls her hips again. You'd think by the way she's moving that she's had a lot of practice doing this, but it's mostly trying out every angle to see what works. For her, at least.

He can ask, if he wants something.

"You look a bit tortured there, Josh." She lets go of his waist, and leans back, holding onto his thighs now, rubbing against him. Up and down, feeling every inch press against her. With how wet she is, every little movement leaves a slick mess on his underwear, emphasizing the shape she's having such fun grinding against.

"Something to ask?"

What he wants is to run his fingers through her hair and over her skin; to touch her even as she has her way with him. But there's something heady and new to this entire exercise of him with his hands restrained and Mae rubbing herself up against the tent in his underwear.

He swallows. "I think I underestimated just how much I want to touch you," he whispers.

"I want you to," she admits with a murmurs, and a smile. One hand is all she needs for balance, leaving her other free to demonstrate where she'd like him to touch her.

"To touch me here..." She brushes her thumb over her lower lip, then runs her hand down her throat, down the valley of her breasts. Without looking away, she plays with her left breast first, squeezing, tugging her bra down to reach her nipple, and give it a pinch. "And here, like that..."

Breathless now, she has to focus to keep rocking against him. Her hand moves to her right breast, giving it the same treatment. "Oh, right there too, Josh, good..."

And then down, between her legs, to play with her clit, not looking away. "Mmm..."

His heart is hammering in his chest and ears so loud that he doesn't actually realize how tightly he's once again curled his fingers around those bars. The way he's watching her now is one of quiet, intense hunger; lips slightly parted as his gaze follows the path of her hand.

He takes note of the flush of her skin, of the way the pink of her hair is like a halo around her head, the soft, warm glow of the light in his room making her like some ethereal creature of lust and longing.

His cock is so hard and the way the back of her hand is brushing up against the fabric as she plays with herself has not helped in the least.

"Mae.." That might have come out a little more strangled than he expected it to. "Ride me, babe. Please."

Edited 2020-11-14 17:50 (UTC)

Nice - he asks it so nicely. And the tone of his voice, the way it breaks so deliciously, it sends a bolt of pleasure through her. She can't resist.

Pulling his underwear down to where his pants are is easy, with the practice she's had. She doesn't need to get off him to get his underwear off, just lift her hips a bit and push them off. She wastes no precious time, because what if he disappears in five seconds, or what if he makes up her mind? That would be terrible.

As soon as he's naked where it counts, she wraps her hand around his cock, and guides it to her entrance, and sinks down on him slowly, but in one steady go.

Fully rooted, he is...magnificently shaped. Fills her up, with a bit of a stretch that's just perfect, and honestly, sex hasn't felt this fucking good in forever.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good..." Her voice breaks a bit too, hint of desperate. She rides him, nice and slow, holding onto his chest for balance. "Better than...ahh...better than I ever...f-fuck..."

A sudden hit of inspiration, she brings her hand down again to feel where they're connected, to rub her clit again, let him feel how tight she can get.

Then holds her fingers, still slick with her arousal, a whisper away from his lips. "You wanted a taste."

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