[ He asks, walking with his head turned towards her with a smirk on his face, laughing as he shows the door to the guest room with a playful knock. ]
You can put your stuff here. It's got it's own bathroom and closet so you don't have to worry about much. So.
[ He opens the door for her and turns the lights on as he enters the room after her, opening the door to the en-suite bathroom, making his broad back face her as he towers over the closets he mentioned beside him. He covers his embarrassment with some humor earlier, but now he feels his own face furrow at the awkward feeling and the weight in his chest. He turns around, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. He waits a moment, letting her start getting settled ]
With the duffel bag and this unannounced visit, I take it your father isn't aware you're here.
[ His eyes tried to wander. That petite frame mere steps away from him, with that white hair and pale complexion he remember so well. As calm as he's making himself out to be, inside is a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and memories of that night he tried to bury just swimming back up into his minds' eye. ]
[ She frowns and cuts herself off. No point in getting more into that. A part of her had wondered if he'd want her back in his bed when she showed up. She has mixed feelings on that. He was... good to her. And despite her prickly demeanor, she does like him. But she also knows that that kind of relationship between them isn't exactly proper. Not when she's still sixteen, not when he's one of the more powerful men in the solar system. Not when she is who she is and her father is who he is.
But shouldn't she try to stand on her own? Or rather...
No. Not worth thinking about.
She ignores the awkward feeling as she follows him and tosses her bag onto the bed. She's dressed rather plainly, all things considered - trousers, a blouse, some flats - but her hair is still that beautiful white. She still stands out in a crowd, even if she opted not to wear anything quite as eye catching as the dress she was wearing for their first meeting. ]
Of course he isn't aware.
[ She settles onto the bed, bracing herself with her hands. ]
I don't want him to know where I've gone. [ Although he probably knows by now. He has enough money and agents to track her. ]
[ Troy sighs, lightly shaking and hanging his head and letting a hand run through his hair. Why him? He has a good idea why she chose him. Aside from her probably not having a lot of friends who can protect her from her father, and he has to take responsibility for what he did in their first meeting, in a way, seeing her right now is not healthy for him as his desires nag at his mind. ]
Nevermind. You'll be safe here. Good thing about Dubai is it's a celebrity hot spot. Many people claim they see someone famous here all the time that nobody believes them anymore.
[ He picks himself up from the door frame, pacing a couple steps to join her on the bed. His weight makes the cushion sink, and even while sitting he's still considerably larger than her. Troy doesn't know what compelled him to sit next to her, especially when his thoughts are polluted by his lingering desires. He tells himself it's to face his fear, let the feeling of her being a friend in need of help overtake his thoughts of her as someone so desirable.
He wanted to speak more, both to drown out the awkwardness and distract himself, but he's uncharacteristically coming up blank. His fingertips splayed and tap against each other, with his forearms resting on his grey sweatpant covered thighs ]
Is that so? I don't know anything about it. Just that you live here.
[ She doesn't know a lot about Earth, honestly. But she's here now and isn't about to go anywhere if she can help it. Her eyes track his movement, feeling a prickle of tension run up her spine. There's a nervous sense of energy in the room; an electricity that crackles between them as things wind tighter and tighter and she tries to figure out how to navigate this.
She doesn't want him to think she's some besotted little girl in love. Because she isn't. Miorine enjoyed what they did. She thinks of him fondly; but she's not an idiot. She knows that it's likely to end in tears if they keep going down that path and she's more determined than ever to chart her own course. Which means not necessarily trading her father for an overbearing partner of sorts.
Her lips purse.
Despite those thoughts, despite that knowledge, being here, having him right next to her - it's intense. There's a lingering tangle of emotions from the last time they saw one another and it's not getting any easier to untangle. She glances away from him at last. ]
Thank you, then. For not turning me away.
[ He could have, if he wanted. Miorine looks back at him again, having to still look up. ]
[ He nods, trying to maintain playing off the tension between them as nothing. Tempted to joke about calling first or something along those lines, just to ease the growing tension between them. Even with his strength, he feels the atmosphere grow too heavy even for him. Instinctively, he pats her on the back. Which turns out to be a grave mistake. To touch her again awakened even more of his desires he felt on that day. The way his hand held the small of her back and gripped her shoulders all swam back into his mind's eye. He made a mistake that night, but it wasn't his only regret.
A part of him regrets not being able to do more. ]
Well. I'll leave you to it then. Do you uh, need anything? Want anything?
[ He seems in a hurry to leave after making that brief moment of contact. But his dick already getting harder just at the memories brought to his mind so he wants to be careful in standing up. ]
[ She could say anything. Brush it off. Leave it. Just ignore it and try to get back to figuring out what her life is going to be now that she's here. And she should. She shouldn't think too hard about how warm his hands feel or how it reminds her of that night or how good it all felt. There's too much tension and her brain keeps wanting to short-circuit.
This is dumb.
She's dumb. She shouldn't want this. Not from a man twice her age.
But- ]
I-
[ She feels her gut flip. A heady, warm weight that won't leave. She reaches out to snag his wrist. ]
I want you to stay. [ That's vulnerability. And the truth. And an invitation. And a mistake. So many things all at once. ]
[ Something snapped within Troy's mind, after this much tension it finally broke - all from the touch on his wrist. That same grip that once grabbed on to different parts of his body. He turns to look at her, watching those lips say those words, making him swallow a lump in his throat. Yet his hesitance remains, brows furrowing as he slowly sits himself back down on the edge of the bed.
His eyes tighten, gaze looking deep into her eyes as if he's not yet satisfied either. He saw the vulnerability, feels the invitation, and knows this is a mistake... Yet ]
[ Miorine is very unsure, really, about a lot of things. About love, about sex, about her future. She just knows she wants to be free of her father. Maybe this will get her there. Maybe it won't. It's a confusing mix of emotions and hormones and a dozen other things, but-
But.
She's here.
She's making a choice. ]
...I'd like your company.
[ The words spill out. She's not going to be quite so crass.
[ His jaw clenched, letting his instinct take over and feeling his conscience sink into the depths of his mind. His senses heightened - the feel of her hold on his wrist sent goosebumps all over his body, and his eyes dilate at the sight of her being so vulnerable, reminding him of the most beautiful parts of her just laid bare in front of him. His other hand floats to cup at her cheek, understanding - or rather accepting - what her words meant and what it calls for. There he was, lingering in the moment as he lets more and more seconds pass, enamored by the sight of Miorine in his home. Asking for his warmth.
Then, as if suddenly pushed into her, Troy leans forward and stealing a kiss on her lips... There was no turning back now, even if he changes his mind. ]
[ Oh. That is what she'd been hoping for, right? Even if she hadn't said it out loud. She leans up to meet him with a low exhale and their lips meet. It's warm and enticing and just as intoxicating as it was the first time they did it. There's a thrill - it's forbidden and taboo and she's doing it for herself, not for her father. It's a sense of floating, of being energized. Of an empty ache in her belly. Her fingers curl tighter against his wrist and her other hand fists against his shirt as she lets the kiss deepen. ]
[ That breath she released told him how much she's been holding herself back, gracing his chin when they kiss and sealing this forbidden affair to the point of no return. He leans into it more, passionate aggression growing like a dam breaking. He adjust the way he sits on the bed, hand clinging to her beautifully slim frame as if to not let her go. His brows furrow as lingering hesitation of his honor scream at him for this, but his desires are winning the more he spends locked in this kiss with Miorine.
His kiss deepens, tongue searching for it's counterpart in her, and hand touching at her waist and sides, tempting her with the promise of it reaching and cupping at her demure breasts or taking her top off. A part of his morals slipped off when he breaks their kiss for a breath, asking: ]
Are you sure about this? We thought once was enough.
[ It's a question and reminder, mostly to himself. ]
[ She's just as eager as he is, pressing back into the kiss without hesitation. Or at least not visible hesitation. She knows that this is a bad idea in the long run. That she's meddling with something she shouldn't. That he's... what? Too old? Or she's too young? She doesn't quite know. But she touches him in return, fingers curling against his wrist and tugging at his collar to urge the kiss deeper and deeper until it finally breaks and they both try to catch their breath. ]
It wasn't enough.
[ But she's not sure it's a good idea. She kisses him again with a low sigh, teeth dragging against his lower lip and deepening it all over again, tongue swirling. ]
[ He mutters before her lips hit his again. His words sounded like a promise, even if he meant it as a warning. Feeling her tongue swirl against his, Troy feels invited down the path of further depravity, remembering the effects of the experimental drug he tried that made him so eager to fuck. Because right now, he's feeling that same feeling despite the lack of any substance enticing him. Her father's wrath be damned, because right now she has successfully drew his dark side out.
He pushes forward, letting his hands guide her down gently on the bed to lay her on her back. Even with him not mounting her yet, his greater size darkens her with his shadow. Troy's lips break off to let her breathe, kissing at her jaw and neck and have his hand wander to touch her waist and abdomen, inching further and further down between her legs. Troy's eyes open halfway, looking at her as he unbuttons her shorts. ]
[ She's breathless already and despite knowing that this leads down a road she shouldn't walk, she wants it. Maybe because it sticks it in the eye of her father. It's not all about that, of course. She likes Troy - but it's a part of it. Her fingers card into his hair and over his shoulders and she makes a low noise against his lips as they kiss. Her lips part for him and then her head goes back with a muted whimper as she feels him kiss at her jaw and neck.
Her hips lift and cant and she wriggles to try and help him get the shorts off, because the tension has finally snapped. She knows what she wants; that electric feeling of anticipation has given way to a headier need and want that she wants to fulfill. ]
[ Once her shorts are loose, Troy grips at it and her panties altogether with a grunt from his clenched teeth, peeling it off of her dainty and smooth legs in one motion and letting it drop on the floor. He pulls her up closer to the center of the bed like she weighs like a feather, just so he can get on top of her fully. Kisses continue to pepper at her neck while his hand drift along her calves down to her thighs, inching closer and closer in between her legs where he feels her lust for him - enticing him further.
With his other hand, he pulls her top off along with her bra. Her slim frame and creamy white skin make her look like a goddess, even her small breasts doesn't detract from how alluring he sees her. It doesn't stop him from leaning down to suck on her nipples like he would a better endowed woman. His lips and tongue move as if he's kissing her very lips, all to distract her from the way his fingers glide up her slit and slip inside of her. ]
Almost as much as I want you...
[ He confesses, feeling his desire for her has reached the point of feverish. His cock pressing against his loose sweatpants and prodding at her inner thigh. ]
[ There's a startled gasp from her as he simply lifts her like she weighs nothing and drops her onto the bed and slides on top of her. Her clothes are going by the wayside and Miorine simply feels overwhelmed by him. By his size, his affection, everything. He's just... different and older and confident and her back arches up into his touch as his lips suckle against a pert, pink little nipple.
Not to mention the fingers teasing against her lower lips. ]
Is it a competition...? [ She laughs breathlessly, petite fingers carding into his hair. The other hand worms between them and gives him a tentative grope through the cloth of his sweatpants. She's still not quite as confident as she could be - but she gets by on sheer determination and guts. The tentative touch turns into a more slid grasp and she grinds her palm against his head through the cloth, giving him a taste of friction and heat. ]
[ Troy feels like he can put her entire breast in his mouth, letting his lips tug at her nipples and his tongue to whet her entire mound. He moans with a laugh at her question. That breathless voice driving him mad, but not nearly as much when he feels that familiar touch on his cock. He hums with obvious approval, letting himself appreciate the feeling of her touch before his impatience gets the better of him. That one layer of fabric getting in the way, he just quickly pulls it down just enough for his dick to spring out. ]
Question is. Are you?
[ The heft of his cock sits on her belly. All the while his fingers feel how wet she is with want, Troy continues to ready her for him. His fingers lift up and down at her cunt, stretching her walls while his palm rubs vigorously against her clit. His hand paces quicker, tugging up and down while the tips of his fingers search deep inside of her, seeking her softest spots. ]
[ Miorine gasps as he lets his cock swing free. She remembers him from before, but she's still impressed by him. Her fingers slide against his smooth tip and smear pre against his skin as his own fingers drag against her cunt. The heat and weight of him make her stomach clench. She can imagine how deep he's going to be in her. Imagines that she might be able to see the impression he makes in her, as large as he is compared to her. She tugs on him, legs spreading, thighs hitching against his hips as she arches up to meet him, her whimpers muted against one hand. ]
You feel so tight even with just my fingers. You sure?
[ He teases, letting his cock swing gently from side to side so she feels it against her abdomen, and how hard he is that her gentle touch isn't even enough to keep it in place. He sees her trying to muffle her mouth, making him pry it off with his fingers gripping at her small wrist, pining it down on the bed as he starts to angle himself close to her pussy. His shaft teases at her slit, as if to ask her once more if she's sure. Even if he himself can barely hold his lust back. He wants this tight cunt, and maybe fulfill his deepest and most primal desire that he had to hold back in their first meeting. ]
[ She groans and tugs against his hand, her face reddening as she stares up at him. Her hips hitch and she presses against him with an eagerness that surprises even her. She wants it. Desperately. But she still has her pride, doesn't he? Her slick heat is waiting for him - inviting him closer. ]
I d-don't beg.
[ She replies, voice full of a fierce sort of pride. ]
So hurry up and give it to me already! I want you to fuck me!
[ He clicks his tongue, mocking and to snap himself out of his reservations. ]
A shame. Maybe later?
[ He is confident she will abandon her pride once pleasure takes control. A pleasure he kickstarts once he pushes in, painfully slowly to both make her feel every inch that stretches her out. He groans and bites his lip, pushing slowly in and letting his hard girth rub against those walls so slick with how much she wants him.
Even with his teasing and lust, he cares for her safety. Knowing his own strength, he stops halfway until she's ready for more of him. ]
Just relax for now. Look into my eyes.
[ He orders, just as he looks into her and distract her mind with other thoughts as he starts to pull his hips out. The head of his cock drags against her channel, starting to pump in to her. His heart races steadily, remembering the same expressions and cute moans she made, wearing that beautiful sapphire dress. Her hair was all done up and her lips glossy with that delightful shade of lipstick. His brain burned it so deeply into his memory that recalling them feels like they're happening again in this moment. ]
[ She starts to retort and then he fills her. He's big, bigger than she is, and the stretch of her body to accept him brings with it a sting to go with the pleasure. She trails into a low, breathless moan, her eyelids fluttering shut as she tries to ride out the sensation and she wills herself not to clench or tighten up against him. She wants him - she needs to make it easier. Then she slowly opens her eyes again to meet his gaze, her hands reaching up to brush his cheek and against his shoulder with a murmured word or two.
She's not wearing that dress just now. But she accepts him all the same, her hips canting to meet him, trying to match him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. It's a filling, beautiful feeling. Pleasurable and lovely. She bites down on her lower lip and then lunges up to steal a kiss from him, stifling her own moan as he drives deeper and deeper. ]
[ A small shiver runs through his legs when he feels her walls bind against him, making him close his eyes and moan out loud from the bliss of getting to commit such a sinful act he can never come back from. His guilt will nag at him later, but for now there's someone he needs to satisfy. He keeps up his pace and basks in the feeling of her tough, letting her body acclimate to his size in the meantime. Her smooth palm running against his softly trimmed beard, surprising him when she goes for that kiss. The act manages to crack his eyes open to witness what he just felt, making him push deeper in reply.
He fires back with a kiss that matches the passion she gave him with that surprise attack, quickly stepping it up by letting his tongue search out for her own, moaning into that same mouth that swore she does not beg. ]
[ Miorine feels so incredibly full that it's hard for her to vocalize it. She is stretched and filled and his weight presses down into her. It's overwhelming in a good way and she tries to savor it, even as his hips work and his cock drags in and out and presses against the sensitive spots inside of her. Her legs tighten, her breath catches, and she welcomes his tongue against her own. ]
Troy...
[ The name slips out, murmured in a brief break between their wet, hasty kisses. She won't beg, but she'll enjoy everything he has to give her. ]
[ By now he's done with the teasing of making her beg, and just lets himself sink deeper in both literal and figurative sense. He lowers himself more, letting his elbows sink into the bed so his hands can cup at her small breasts. He hooks his forearms under hers just so his fingers can squeeze at her modest mounds and tease at her pert peaks. His lips wander, kissing and nibbling at her neck almost like a hungry predator. Feeling himself give out the message that he's got her now and she's not going anywhere. She's here now to get fucked by him, to satisfy his needs. ]
So small yet you can take me. Damn you're something else, Miorine...
[ He utters a praise as he inches deeper inside of her, feeling her walls resist him less and less. ]
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[ He asks, walking with his head turned towards her with a smirk on his face, laughing as he shows the door to the guest room with a playful knock. ]
You can put your stuff here. It's got it's own bathroom and closet so you don't have to worry about much. So.
[ He opens the door for her and turns the lights on as he enters the room after her, opening the door to the en-suite bathroom, making his broad back face her as he towers over the closets he mentioned beside him. He covers his embarrassment with some humor earlier, but now he feels his own face furrow at the awkward feeling and the weight in his chest. He turns around, crossing his arms and leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. He waits a moment, letting her start getting settled ]
With the duffel bag and this unannounced visit, I take it your father isn't aware you're here.
[ His eyes tried to wander. That petite frame mere steps away from him, with that white hair and pale complexion he remember so well. As calm as he's making himself out to be, inside is a maelstrom of conflicting thoughts and memories of that night he tried to bury just swimming back up into his minds' eye. ]
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[ She frowns and cuts herself off. No point in getting more into that. A part of her had wondered if he'd want her back in his bed when she showed up. She has mixed feelings on that. He was... good to her. And despite her prickly demeanor, she does like him. But she also knows that that kind of relationship between them isn't exactly proper. Not when she's still sixteen, not when he's one of the more powerful men in the solar system. Not when she is who she is and her father is who he is.
But shouldn't she try to stand on her own? Or rather...
No. Not worth thinking about.
She ignores the awkward feeling as she follows him and tosses her bag onto the bed. She's dressed rather plainly, all things considered - trousers, a blouse, some flats - but her hair is still that beautiful white. She still stands out in a crowd, even if she opted not to wear anything quite as eye catching as the dress she was wearing for their first meeting. ]
Of course he isn't aware.
[ She settles onto the bed, bracing herself with her hands. ]
I don't want him to know where I've gone. [ Although he probably knows by now. He has enough money and agents to track her. ]
You ought to know that by now.
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[ Troy sighs, lightly shaking and hanging his head and letting a hand run through his hair. Why him? He has a good idea why she chose him. Aside from her probably not having a lot of friends who can protect her from her father, and he has to take responsibility for what he did in their first meeting, in a way, seeing her right now is not healthy for him as his desires nag at his mind. ]
Nevermind. You'll be safe here. Good thing about Dubai is it's a celebrity hot spot. Many people claim they see someone famous here all the time that nobody believes them anymore.
[ He picks himself up from the door frame, pacing a couple steps to join her on the bed. His weight makes the cushion sink, and even while sitting he's still considerably larger than her. Troy doesn't know what compelled him to sit next to her, especially when his thoughts are polluted by his lingering desires. He tells himself it's to face his fear, let the feeling of her being a friend in need of help overtake his thoughts of her as someone so desirable.
He wanted to speak more, both to drown out the awkwardness and distract himself, but he's uncharacteristically coming up blank. His fingertips splayed and tap against each other, with his forearms resting on his grey sweatpant covered thighs ]
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[ She doesn't know a lot about Earth, honestly. But she's here now and isn't about to go anywhere if she can help it. Her eyes track his movement, feeling a prickle of tension run up her spine. There's a nervous sense of energy in the room; an electricity that crackles between them as things wind tighter and tighter and she tries to figure out how to navigate this.
She doesn't want him to think she's some besotted little girl in love. Because she isn't. Miorine enjoyed what they did. She thinks of him fondly; but she's not an idiot. She knows that it's likely to end in tears if they keep going down that path and she's more determined than ever to chart her own course. Which means not necessarily trading her father for an overbearing partner of sorts.
Her lips purse.
Despite those thoughts, despite that knowledge, being here, having him right next to her - it's intense. There's a lingering tangle of emotions from the last time they saw one another and it's not getting any easier to untangle. She glances away from him at last. ]
Thank you, then. For not turning me away.
[ He could have, if he wanted. Miorine looks back at him again, having to still look up. ]
I won't be a burden to you. I promise.
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[ He nods, trying to maintain playing off the tension between them as nothing. Tempted to joke about calling first or something along those lines, just to ease the growing tension between them. Even with his strength, he feels the atmosphere grow too heavy even for him. Instinctively, he pats her on the back. Which turns out to be a grave mistake. To touch her again awakened even more of his desires he felt on that day. The way his hand held the small of her back and gripped her shoulders all swam back into his mind's eye. He made a mistake that night, but it wasn't his only regret.
A part of him regrets not being able to do more. ]
Well. I'll leave you to it then. Do you uh, need anything? Want anything?
[ He seems in a hurry to leave after making that brief moment of contact. But his dick already getting harder just at the memories brought to his mind so he wants to be careful in standing up. ]
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This is dumb.
She's dumb. She shouldn't want this. Not from a man twice her age.
But- ]
I-
[ She feels her gut flip. A heady, warm weight that won't leave. She reaches out to snag his wrist. ]
I want you to stay. [ That's vulnerability. And the truth. And an invitation. And a mistake. So many things all at once. ]
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His eyes tighten, gaze looking deep into her eyes as if he's not yet satisfied either. He saw the vulnerability, feels the invitation, and knows this is a mistake... Yet ]
Are you sure that's all you want?
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But.
She's here.
She's making a choice. ]
...I'd like your company.
[ The words spill out. She's not going to be quite so crass.
But maybe that's enough. ]
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Then, as if suddenly pushed into her, Troy leans forward and stealing a kiss on her lips... There was no turning back now, even if he changes his mind. ]
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His kiss deepens, tongue searching for it's counterpart in her, and hand touching at her waist and sides, tempting her with the promise of it reaching and cupping at her demure breasts or taking her top off. A part of his morals slipped off when he breaks their kiss for a breath, asking: ]
Are you sure about this? We thought once was enough.
[ It's a question and reminder, mostly to himself. ]
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It wasn't enough.
[ But she's not sure it's a good idea. She kisses him again with a low sigh, teeth dragging against his lower lip and deepening it all over again, tongue swirling. ]
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[ He mutters before her lips hit his again. His words sounded like a promise, even if he meant it as a warning. Feeling her tongue swirl against his, Troy feels invited down the path of further depravity, remembering the effects of the experimental drug he tried that made him so eager to fuck. Because right now, he's feeling that same feeling despite the lack of any substance enticing him. Her father's wrath be damned, because right now she has successfully drew his dark side out.
He pushes forward, letting his hands guide her down gently on the bed to lay her on her back. Even with him not mounting her yet, his greater size darkens her with his shadow. Troy's lips break off to let her breathe, kissing at her jaw and neck and have his hand wander to touch her waist and abdomen, inching further and further down between her legs. Troy's eyes open halfway, looking at her as he unbuttons her shorts. ]
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[ She's breathless already and despite knowing that this leads down a road she shouldn't walk, she wants it. Maybe because it sticks it in the eye of her father. It's not all about that, of course. She likes Troy - but it's a part of it. Her fingers card into his hair and over his shoulders and she makes a low noise against his lips as they kiss. Her lips part for him and then her head goes back with a muted whimper as she feels him kiss at her jaw and neck.
Her hips lift and cant and she wriggles to try and help him get the shorts off, because the tension has finally snapped. She knows what she wants; that electric feeling of anticipation has given way to a headier need and want that she wants to fulfill. ]
C'mon.
[ Breathe in, breathe out. ]
I want you-
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With his other hand, he pulls her top off along with her bra. Her slim frame and creamy white skin make her look like a goddess, even her small breasts doesn't detract from how alluring he sees her. It doesn't stop him from leaning down to suck on her nipples like he would a better endowed woman. His lips and tongue move as if he's kissing her very lips, all to distract her from the way his fingers glide up her slit and slip inside of her. ]
Almost as much as I want you...
[ He confesses, feeling his desire for her has reached the point of feverish. His cock pressing against his loose sweatpants and prodding at her inner thigh. ]
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Not to mention the fingers teasing against her lower lips. ]
Is it a competition...? [ She laughs breathlessly, petite fingers carding into his hair. The other hand worms between them and gives him a tentative grope through the cloth of his sweatpants. She's still not quite as confident as she could be - but she gets by on sheer determination and guts. The tentative touch turns into a more slid grasp and she grinds her palm against his head through the cloth, giving him a taste of friction and heat. ]
You feel ready for me.
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Question is. Are you?
[ The heft of his cock sits on her belly. All the while his fingers feel how wet she is with want, Troy continues to ready her for him. His fingers lift up and down at her cunt, stretching her walls while his palm rubs vigorously against her clit. His hand paces quicker, tugging up and down while the tips of his fingers search deep inside of her, seeking her softest spots. ]
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O-of course I am! What kind of question is that?
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[ He teases, letting his cock swing gently from side to side so she feels it against her abdomen, and how hard he is that her gentle touch isn't even enough to keep it in place. He sees her trying to muffle her mouth, making him pry it off with his fingers gripping at her small wrist, pining it down on the bed as he starts to angle himself close to her pussy. His shaft teases at her slit, as if to ask her once more if she's sure. Even if he himself can barely hold his lust back. He wants this tight cunt, and maybe fulfill his deepest and most primal desire that he had to hold back in their first meeting. ]
I want to hear you say it. Beg for it.
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I d-don't beg.
[ She replies, voice full of a fierce sort of pride. ]
So hurry up and give it to me already! I want you to fuck me!
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A shame. Maybe later?
[ He is confident she will abandon her pride once pleasure takes control. A pleasure he kickstarts once he pushes in, painfully slowly to both make her feel every inch that stretches her out. He groans and bites his lip, pushing slowly in and letting his hard girth rub against those walls so slick with how much she wants him.
Even with his teasing and lust, he cares for her safety. Knowing his own strength, he stops halfway until she's ready for more of him. ]
Just relax for now. Look into my eyes.
[ He orders, just as he looks into her and distract her mind with other thoughts as he starts to pull his hips out. The head of his cock drags against her channel, starting to pump in to her. His heart races steadily, remembering the same expressions and cute moans she made, wearing that beautiful sapphire dress. Her hair was all done up and her lips glossy with that delightful shade of lipstick. His brain burned it so deeply into his memory that recalling them feels like they're happening again in this moment. ]
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[ She starts to retort and then he fills her. He's big, bigger than she is, and the stretch of her body to accept him brings with it a sting to go with the pleasure. She trails into a low, breathless moan, her eyelids fluttering shut as she tries to ride out the sensation and she wills herself not to clench or tighten up against him. She wants him - she needs to make it easier. Then she slowly opens her eyes again to meet his gaze, her hands reaching up to brush his cheek and against his shoulder with a murmured word or two.
She's not wearing that dress just now. But she accepts him all the same, her hips canting to meet him, trying to match him stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust. It's a filling, beautiful feeling. Pleasurable and lovely. She bites down on her lower lip and then lunges up to steal a kiss from him, stifling her own moan as he drives deeper and deeper. ]
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He fires back with a kiss that matches the passion she gave him with that surprise attack, quickly stepping it up by letting his tongue search out for her own, moaning into that same mouth that swore she does not beg. ]
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Troy...
[ The name slips out, murmured in a brief break between their wet, hasty kisses. She won't beg, but she'll enjoy everything he has to give her. ]
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[ By now he's done with the teasing of making her beg, and just lets himself sink deeper in both literal and figurative sense. He lowers himself more, letting his elbows sink into the bed so his hands can cup at her small breasts. He hooks his forearms under hers just so his fingers can squeeze at her modest mounds and tease at her pert peaks. His lips wander, kissing and nibbling at her neck almost like a hungry predator. Feeling himself give out the message that he's got her now and she's not going anywhere. She's here now to get fucked by him, to satisfy his needs. ]
So small yet you can take me. Damn you're something else, Miorine...
[ He utters a praise as he inches deeper inside of her, feeling her walls resist him less and less. ]
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