Unwrapping The Birthday Gift

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It felt so very weird, to be at home with Octavia not here. She was at one of her classes, an extra one she had picked up which, made him quite proud . . . though not entirely surprised. It was her first time being out there in the real world, socializing with others apart from her family and being in classes taught by someone other than her mother and brother. That didn't mean that his mind wasn't constantly worried for her. He often told her to come straight home after class, saying that he would escort her to wherever else she needed to be . . . though he wouldn't leave her unguarded in an unstructured environment.

The protectiveness he felt toward her was still strong, perhaps more so than before. He was currently trying to distract his mind, knowing that eventually he would have to adjust to the feeling of her not being home. He decided to delve into some books that spoke of various training techniques. These skills were easier to practice in a hands on way, but it never hurt to learn the theory behind them. Just a quiet evening at home. How odd it felt.

A knock at the door pulled him out of his reading as he rose up to answer it. Again, how strange it felt that he didn't have to usher Octavia under the floor and that was enough to cause him to smile. He never wanted her to have to go under that damn floor again. When he opened the door, he saw one of her friends on the other side. "Octavia's not here," he informed her. "She'll be back in another hour or so." Depending if the lesson went a bit over which of course sometimes happened. Bellamy had to make sure and check . . . since otherwise, he would be concerned with Octavia's delayed return.

[Roma Bragg]

Roma looked up when the door opened and smiled brightly at the man who had opened it. The guardian. That just sounded hot. Octavia was an orphan, and so she was living with a friend of the family until she finished school and was 18--that friend was one hot guardsmen. After digging around and making sure that there was no kinky things happening--How could there not be?--Roma decided it meant it was fair game. Which was why she was here, doing everyone a favor! Octavia would go off with Wells after class and have some alone time, Bellamy would be thinking she was at a study group or something; and Roma could 'plan' a birthday 'surprise' with the hot guard. "Hey." She said with a pause afterwards, before correcting his assumption. "I am actually here to talk to you." Among other things.

She walked past him without waiting for an invite, and looked around before turning to look at him. "Her birthday is coming up and a few of us wanted to plan something nice for her. It has to be hard for her switching stations and loosing her parents--we wanted to help make this one special." Roma pulled her jacket off, and toss it on the table. She was wearing a tank top that was slightly too small, but she had never gone to get it loosened. "Some of the girls--" Wells "--was going to invite her to a study group after class to give us a little extra time to talk about things." Leaning on the table she looked at up at, waiting for him to agree to the plan so she could get him less subtle. "Figured you knew her best and could help."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was here to talk to him? What about? He didn't get a chance to ask at the doorway because, instead, she sauntered right in and seemed to make herself at home with the way she took off her jacket. Also indicating that she would be here for a while. "Come right in," he said a bit sarcastically, but not dismissively. He closed the door and turned to join her at the table, standing a couple steps away as he looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Octavia's birthday. He knew the date was falling near. What he couldn't deny, was the joy he felt in the fact that she had gained friends who wanted to do something for her to celebrate. He had to force back a smile at the thought. This could be her first real birthday party, better than the very limited ones he had thrown her.

He slightly raised an eyebrow, wondering why she took off her coat to reveal that . . . very formfitting shirt. Fortunately, he kept his eyes on her face. "Sounds good," he said in agreement. "Who's in the 'some of the girls' group?" He asked, wanting to know exactly who would be attending, who would get involved. "If you want to throw it here, you can." It was somewhere comfortable. Somewhere safe. Somewhere he could still control the environment. "So what did you have in mind?" He further inquired, wondering what the specifics were to see if he would agree with it or not.

[Roma Bragg]

"Come right in," Bellamy told her, and she winked at him. "Sounds good," Step one: complete! "Who's in the 'some of the girls' group?" Knowing that Octavia said he was protective, and that she was also covering for her friend, Roma wasn't going to explain. "Some of the girls. Everyone has a job, and their job is to distract her." Like Roma's job was to distract him! "If you want to throw it here, you can." Roma looked around before looking back at him with a 'no' expression. Stepping closer to him, she looked up and plucked at his shirt in a teasing manner right over his belly. "This place is a bachelor pad. We are going to want some space away from the adults, since to live it up and let our hair down if you know what I mean."

"So what did you have in mind?" Roma moved to stand beside him and looped her arm with his to move him toward the table. "Let's sit down and talk about it! You've known her longer." She waited for him to sit, before hopping up on the table and crossing her legs so they were almost in his lap. "So tell me about what you think she'd like! Loud music, games, something casual, or a themed party?" Roma let her foot swing lightly so the sole of her boot would casual brush over him every now and then.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Some of the girls. Wait, did she just wink at him before that? "Which girls?" He asked again, wanting names. Wanting details. What he didn't want, was Octavia surrounded by a bunch of people. He needed to know exactly who was on this guest list that Roma was planning for her. Any unexpected surprises could cost the truth about Octavia getting exposed . . . and he could not -- would not -- let that happen. "Well then where are you planning to have it?" He asked, not liking the fact that it would be somwhere other than his and her apartment. "Usually cadets chaperone this sort of thing, but I will be there. So I need to know as many details as you can give." Though it was a party, and fun, Octavia's situation was very different.

Just because she was out and about now, did not lessen any of the paranoia and protectiveness Bellamy felt for her. If anything, it was more obvious now. She then looped her arm through his, and he hardly moved an inch to accomodate her. He did go over to the table, sitting down as she told him to. Instead of sitting across from him however -- or well, across from him in the conventional sense -- she sat on the table, her legs right in front of him. What the hell was happening here. Well, Bellamy knew the answer to that question. He wasn't an idiot. But nor was he amused by this. She was . . . how old? His eyes glanced at her legs -- which, he wasn't going to lie, looked pretty damn good -- but his gaze didn't linger too long.

He just focused them back at her face, staying on the subject of conversation. Octavia. And her birthday. What had Roma asked him. "Music, dancing, maybe a masqurade?" He suggested. He knew his sister liked to dance, and liked to get dressed up. He wasn't sure how she would feel with too much noise, but he didn't want it to be overly chaotic. He wanted her to enjoy it. When he felt her foot run over him, he pushed his chair back a little so that he was out of her reach. "How old are you?" He questioned, the expression on his face almost accusatory of her actions, rather than genuine curiosity. Though . . . inwardly he was indeed curious.

[Roma Bragg]

"Which girls?" He asked, and Roma narrowed her eyes slightly. WHY did it matter. "Gena, Clarke, Mel, Lilly . . . . you know, the girls! I think they are going to Gena's place to study, and maybe get some food." She gave him more detail to get him off the lie. Roma knew she shouldn't be glad to be this good of a liar, but she had spent so long pretending to be anyone but the poor farm girl that it was almost hard to admit the truth by now. Besides, she was covering for her friend--in this case it was a skill set.

"Well then where are you planning to have it?" "Honestly, Lilly's mother is on the council. I thought about asking Lilly to get us a place. Her mom is sleeping with Marcus Kane, so how hard could it be to reserve a room? Unless you can get us one with your connections?" She asked, trying to make it seem like he was needed for this conversation. "Usually cadets chaperone this sort of thing, but I will be there. So I need to know as many details as you can give." Really? Birthday parties for small groups? "Or, you could do it." She told him, "So that way we don't have to drag people away from their training." And she could distract him again by dragging him off for something mroe fun! Which would also give Octavia time with Wells.

"Music, dancing, maybe a masqurade?" Roma loved it when he looked at her legs, and she made sure he knew that she had saw him checking her out, and liked it. It was in her expression. Roma had never been with a man before, but she'd done some things. She knew what was what. She didn't hold value toward her first time and was ready! "A masquerade! See! I knew you'd have good ideas! We could make it themed! She like roman stuff. Maybe you know some about that? You could help us plan it?"

"How old are you?" GAH! She smiled like a kid caught. "17." She told him, "My birthday is next month." In which she would be turning 17, so she was close! Since he had moved back, she leaned back slightly on her arms, causing her shoulders to square and chest to become more noticeable. She stared at him for a moment before smiling slowly, stretching her feet out slightly to rest her booted foot over the lit of chair exposed between his legs.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened -- and memorized -- the list of names that Roma offered. He had heard of most of them, as Bellamy made it a point to interrogate Octavia about who she was spending time with so that he could be aware of the situation. Know which people she made contact with. Lilly and Clarke made him nervous, considering their privileged status and their mother's positions on the Ark -- as well as the fact that Jake was a good friend of the Chancellor's. Mel and Gena seemed low risk enough.

"Best not to use those kinds of connections," he stated. He didn't want them to owe Callie or Marcus anything. "We can see about booking one of the rooms." Where the Cadet parties and such were thrown. "But it's going to be small key. I want a guest list and only those people are attending." This wasn't going to be some wild teenagers party. He wasn't going to let it get out of hand. "Depending how many people are there, it'll be just me chaperoning, or I'll call a couple other people to come in." Either way, he would not leave it unsupervised. He had heard how these kinds of functions could get wild -- especially when illegal substances were brought into the picture.

She seemed to receive the idea of a masqurade well, even suggesting it would be Roman themed. "She'd like that a lot," Bellamy agreed. His own love for Roman history had unfortunately, taken over the theme of the bed time stories he would tell her. Both the Blakes had grown up with a fondness for Roman history and mythology. "I'll see what I can do." It was getting increasingly difficult to stay on the topic at hand when she was purposely positioning herself in a provocate and . . . seductive manner. He wasn't oblivious to it. He'd slept with women in less time . . . sometimes. But Roma's age was a bit of a factor here. Though, she revealed that she would be eighteen next month. Now that was something.

His tongue ran over his lips a little as he watched her intently, all too aware of where her foot was strategically placed. "Maybe you should come see me when you're eighteen then. We can plan another party." One of a more intimate nature. Though despite his words . . . it was clear he was not dismissing her, nor the possibility. He titled his head a little to the side, a small smirk playing on his lips. "You didn't just come here to talk about a party for Octavia, did you?" He asked somewhat rhetorically. Because, based on her actions -- that were hardly subtle -- he already knew the answer to that question.

[Roma Bragg]

"Best not to use those kinds of connections," Really? The girls she listed were more Well's and Octavia's friends more then her's, but she would use the hell out of them if she could. Roma and Octavia were friends, but Roma didn't get a long with some of the others. They were 'good' kids and she was more of let your hair down. Lilly could have her moments, but Clarke was a air lock of fun. "But it's going to be small key. I want a guest list and only those people are attending." What? "I was thinking maybe ten tops?" She would tell the others to crash it, so then it could be more fun.

"Depending how many people are there, it'll be just me chaperoning, or I'll call a couple other people to come in." They didn't need more! Roma wasn't going to try to get more people there! The goal was to break loose--not have everyone standing over them for being too silly. "I think you are going be just what we need," She told him in a slow voice, hinting at other things. Other things that he seemed to have picked up on already. "Maybe you should come see me when you're eighteen then. We can plan another party." That was too far away! Roma had met Bellamy a few months ago, and had had her eye on him since. He was hot, nice, and really took care of his ward--she wanted that for herself, too. She didn't need the baby sitter part--but the rest of him she could take.

"You didn't just come here to talk about a party for Octavia, did you?" Busted! But she didn't care. Roma pushed from the table, and slid to the ground. Stepping closer to him she put on foot on the side of his chair, and swung her other leg over to the other side so she could sit on his lap. "They are studying Earth Skills. That's not a skill I care to have . . . so I volunteered to be the one to come plan . . . and look at that--we've planned." Her arms went to rest on his shoulders so she could hold her own hands behind his neck and lean in. "Now what I am going to do for a few hours until my friends are free?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Ten. That was a lot of people. More than the ones she had listed. Five seemed like a way better number. But he wasn't going to dispute it right now. There would be time for that later. She then spoke of how he was all they needed . . . and he didn't miss the hint of suggestiveness in the way she said the words. As if that wasn't enough . . . nothing was subtle anymore. In response to his question, she moved herself so that she was sitting astride him, her words consistent with his suspicions.

Although if her words didn't do the trick, then her position sure as hell did. Her legs on either side of him -- putting pressure on her own core -- and her hands wrapped arond him. His own hands remained at his side as he just watched her. She was leaning in and . . . well, Bellamy had a feeling he wasn't going to be pushing her off anytime soon. Not unless he moved in a more favorable position. She'd be eighteen next month. That seemed alright. A smirk played on his features as she leaned in, his eyes falling to her lips for a moment before his hands moved to casually rest on either side of her waist. "Cute," he began to say. "That you think you can last a few hours." He was teasing her, playfully mocking her.

One hand fell from his current position and instead, rested on her upper thigh, slowly starting to caress it, moving to her inner thigh and inching closer to her center. But before getting too close, he would retract, moving his hand downward, backtracking the initial trail he had created. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers before lightly nipping her lip for a moment. When he released it, he continued to speak. "Why don't you show me what you got." His voice was thick with suggestion, intrigued as to what made her so confident. He wasn't going to lie though; he found that kind of confidence in a woman sexy as hell. And Roma was no exception to this.

[Roma Bragg]

His face took on an arrogant smirk, and she felt a bit surprised when his hands lifted to her hips. Roma had been pushing for this but he had not overly seemed willing until this moment. The surprise lasted a half second before the anticipation churned in her belly. "Cute," Awwww! He thought she was cute! "That you think you can last a few hours." Or apparently he was mocking her! Challenging her.

Then one of his hands dropped to her leg, and ran up over her clothed thigh, before stopping right before touching her were she ached. Tease! She could feel her muscles at the V of her legs tightening in the need to be be touched. Then he moved forward, and her eyes dropped to his lips as he came closer, until they shut just as he . . . didn't kiss her, but bit at her lip. So he liked to tease! "Why don't you show me what you got." He challenged, not really moving back. Roma exhaled a deep but slow breath, before inhaling the scent of him so close! Damn the man was hot! Even his scent, and the sound of his deeper voice! She loved it!

Moving forward--thus pushing him back--she rocked her his up higher on his lap, dragging her cover over his. Thanks to her being on his lap she had that extra inch that allowed her to be even with his face, and she let her lips touch his, softly at first, teasing him, before she deepened it. Letting her tongue taste his mouth for a long few seconds, her hands on his neck to hold him close. When she broke the kiss, she didn't move far. Her hands sliding down his chest until her thumbs could come to stroke over his man nipples, and she rested her hands there, allowing her thumbs to move up and down over him in a long lingering manner. Leaning forward, but this time not breaking eye contact she returned his gesture by biting his lip, and sucking it slightly. "I wouldn't worry about me keeping up." She teased him, before tilting her head to kiss him again.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When she moved forward, he moved back, the action coming with great ease as he had challenged her and was willing to let her exercise her right to fulfill the challenge. The feeling of her rocking against him made him realize just how aroused he was getting. And that it would only be a matter of time before his body appropriately reacted, as well as he felt that desire to address his need. When he felt her lips touched his, he savored the sensation of it, closing his eyes and letting all other senses intensify with that of his lost vision. He coaxed her mouth open with his own, his tongue slipping between her lips as it seemed they were silently battling for dominance. And damn was it a good fight.

He took in her delicious taste, never having thought of her in this way before. Though why shouldn't he have? She was a woman. A damn attractive one. Perhaps it had been the age thing that had held him back. But right now, all logic was tossed out the window. He was just going with it, embracing it all too eagerly. When she broke the kiss, he refused to demonstrate how breathless he felt from it. Instead he just opened his eyes to meet her gaze, unable to suppress the playful gleam in his eyes. Her hands moved on his chest, lingering over his sensitive tips. A favor that he would most certainly return. She seemed to know what she was doing, which . . . was fairly obvious the moment she had walked in.

He closed his eyes once again, slightly smiling through the kiss when she bit and then sucked his lip. He hardly had a chance to react before she was kissing him again, though he wouldn't be idle for long. He let the embrace linger before easing out of his, his lips going to her cheek, down to her neck. Further down to her shoulder. He used his teeth and tongue to latch onto the strap of her tank top, and slowly dragged it over her skin so that it fell down to her lower arm, loosening.

His lips moved across the low cut garment, kissing the naturally exposed skin that was with the shirt, as he did the same to the other strap of her upper attire. Once the straps had fallen past her shoulders, he finished the rest off with his hands, pulling them all the way down so the shirt bunched at her waist. He doubted they had time to get fully undressed so this was a quick way for her to get redressed should unexpected company arrive. "I'm not worried," he teased her, his face aligning with hers once more as his hand moved over her chest, still partially covered by her under garment. "Not really," he further teased, the light and playful mocking evident in his tone.

[Roma Bragg]

The warm taste of his mouth, the heat coming from his body, everything in this moment fed into her senses. When his tongue moved into her mouth, she sucked on it, trilling her tongue over his in a playful tease at what else she could do. She had felt him smile while she nipped at him, and when he broke the kiss it was her turn for a lazy smile. This felt like winning. She wasn't sure why or how, but the thrill of that little sign was an aphrodisiac that went from her head to her belly which was already tightening and churning, to between her legs--which ached and hummed for any pressure it could get.

Her eyes closed, and her head tilted to the side as his lips moved from her cheek to her neck, leaving a trail of heat that burned from inside her body wherever he went. Taking her shirt into his mouth he pulled the strap down, and she opened her eyes to watch. He trailed the same fire over her skin to to the next strap, to pull it down as well. Her eyes moved to meet his as he pulled the straps lower, and her hands let go of him to allow him to slip it off her arms. "I'm not worried," He told her, and she knew he had raised the stakes on purpose. "Not really," Raised them, and mocked in her a playful manner that made her want to prove to him she could keep up!

Roma wasn't normally a take charge girl in bed, liking the men (or whomever) to be the ones in charge. She liked them the aggressor, and her the pleased one that had the attention. Clearly this would not be how Bellamy was. His hands moved to her breast, and she inhaled softly, but sharply at the the touch and heat they brought with them. The ache formed there too! That was new! Unexpected, and she wanted more. "So you got a good mouth," She told him, reaching for his hands and lowering them a few inches so his palms were heated circles over her ribs, and his fingers could slide under her bra, thus allowing him to take it off. "That's nothing to get cocky over." Lifting her hands up she allowed him to slide it over her head. She would ditch the shirt too, soon enough, since she knew no one was coming here looking for either of them. She rotated her hips in a slow circle, making sure to tease the firm bulge under her, while her hands moved to his shirt. "You should see what I can do with my hips." Pulling it up from the hem she tugged it up until it was over his head, but still on his arms; hoping it would entangle and keep his hands up while her lips moved to his neck. She sucked and licked her way down his skin, at first following his pattern, but coming to rest over his chest, where she ran her tongue over his chest.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She began to return his teasings verbally by suggesting that he had a good mouth, and that it was nothing to get cocky over. He couldn't help but smirk at her taunting words, as she moved his hand over her chest, enabling him to remove the final layer of fabric that covered her upper region. Which he instantly complied with. His hands reached for her bra and proceeded to pull it over her head, revealing her perfectly formed -- and well developed -- female attributes. He tossed her bra to the side, uncaring of where it landed. Before he had thought that they best keep their clothing nearby in case someone came in.

But Roma appeared to be fairly certain that Octavia would not be joining them any time soon. It made it all the easier to be less paranoid. Truth be told, Bellamy was unused to having a woman in his apartment. With Octavia having been hidden here for so long, he had always gone to someone else's place for such intimate activities. It was a rarity to now be with a woman within his own walls. Not an unwelcome one though. His eyes lingered over her breasts, the alignment of their bodies making it difficult for him to do what he wanted to unless he pushed her back on the table. But he managed to keep himself restrained . . . for now. His eyes went back to hers, a slight smile on his lips.

"I don't think you realize just how much I can do with it." Hus mouth. His wordss serving as another tease to her, a very suggestive one. His words brought forth the possibility that this was her first time. He wasn't going to ask. She had given him no reason to. It was clear what her intentions were coming here today, and she seemed abundantly confident. There was no reason he need question whether this was her first time or not -- as he was positive that it was leading to that. To further validate his words, she began to move her hips over him, causing the older male to heavily exhale at the sensation. And at the way it only intensified his aching need for her. His pants were too restrictive, and he was consumed with the maddening need to just pull them down and rip hers off.

Yet still, he maintained controlled. She began to pull up his shirt and just as she had responded by raising her arms when he'd worked on hers, he did the same, only she unexpectadly stopped midway. She instead took advantage of his position and moved her tongue over his neck, down his upper body. Damn that felt good. The wetness of her warm tongue made him crave it in other places. Whether it was to help sate his ache, or whether he wanted it back in his mouth . . . he couldn't quite decide. Her words of what she could do with her hips processed in his mind, and made his need to get out of this position a desperate one. He pulled the remained of his shirt off, tossing it somewhere as unknown as her bra. "Seems like it isn't just your hips you have a talent with," he teased, though this time it was more of a complimentary tease rather than a mocking one.

He lowered his gaze to just watch her for a moment, before his hand reached for her head to gently pull her up to align with his again. "You trying to get me as wet as you?" He asked with that familiar light smirk on his features. His lips went back to hers, kissing her slowly, deeply, having decided that he wanted to feel her tongue with his own rather than the alternative option that had been in his mind. To go along with his words, while one hand remaind on the back of her head, his other hand fell down between them to her pants. He unfastened her own, but did not fully pull them down. Instead, he just slipped a finger inside, under her pants, under her underwear, to feel her heated core and see just how ready she was as he caressed it with his finger.

[Roma Bragg]

His gaze had moved over her skin, and she could feel the hairs on her body standing on end from the awareness. Her back arched slightly to better allow herself to be confidant under his gaze. "I don't think you realize just how much I can do with it." That had earned him another lazy smile, before she had gone for his shirt--and the rewards under it. He tossed his shirt away, and Roma used her teeth to graze his nipple while he watched, making sure to give him a show. She could feel his gaze, and knowing that he was watching embolden her. "Seems like it isn't just your hips you have a talent with," He teased her before pulling up back up to kiss his lip--which suited her fine, because this time when she moved back up not only did her hips (thus her heated center) press into his firm one and let her rock over him again in effort to ease the growing ache, but this time her skin touched his skin, since they had both lost their shirts.

The feel of his skin grazing her's as they moves, and of pressing into him caused her belly to give a sharp flop. He kissed her again, and Roma dived into it. Their tongues played, in a slow battle that would tease toward the one their hips would play later. "You trying to get me as wet as you?" He asked, and she grinned proudly; enjoying this unexpected feeling of triumph and enjoyment from the knowledge that she was affecting him so much! She wasn't sure if he meant he was going to finish in his pant if she continued, but it was the only way she knew to take it. "Don't you dare!" She told him with a smile in her voice, knowing there was a better use for that! She had done a lot of things with other guys, but not gone all the way, and that reason was one of the reasons she hadn't. She was planning on fixing that tonight!

Going back to kissing him, Roma lifted her hands to hold his cheeks as he pulled at her pants. The feel of his fingers there caused her belly to suck in--and she wasn't sure if it was to make her more appealing or to give him more room, but either way he pulled them open and his hand snaked in to slide past her folds and touch her! The pressure of his touch helped ease some of the ache, and she broke the kiss to gasp in a sharp breath from the feeling, her forehead resting on his. Panting a few times until she could adjust to the feeling, she then moved to kiss him again, this time matching her kiss to the movement of his hand; and using it to hint toward him moving faster over her. Needing more air, she once again broke the kiss as she moved back just enough to stare into his eyes as she begin to rock over his hand, rising up and pressing down to help him make her finish over his hand. She was growing wetter, and she knew that from thinking about this all day, and then doing this with him--she wasn't far from falling over the edge already. "Maybe . . . your fingers have some talent too," She teased breathlessly as her face took on a almost pained expression as she grew closer.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She warned him not to and well, it was not something she had to remind him of. Though he playfully smiled at her words. He could easily restrain himself, build up the moment between them more. He wanted to savor it, to enjoy it. It was strange to think as if they had all the time in the world. But the pace made everything more sensual . . . more heated. He just let out a slight chuckle in response to her warning, tempted to tease her about what if he did. But he occupied his mouth in a far better way than talking, continuing to explore the area between her lips, deepening it just as she was. She pulled away to breath at the jolt of pleasure created by his touch.

He had to admit that it was a rather enjoyable sight, to see the expression on her face. Knowing that he was the one giving her such pleasure, and that there was far more to be had than simply working his hand between her legs. She kissed him again at which point he eagerly responded, his kiss a bit more fervent, his body rocking over him. The dampness that began to seep out made it easier to maneauver his finger between the folds of her skin, caressing it, teasing it. He had initially intended to stop before she reached that peak but feeling her move over him and the way she kissed him . . . suddenly made him want to pleasure her more than once. And if this was one of the ways it would be acheived, he didn't want to stop it. Even if the deprivation would only be for a few moments until he got his own pants undone.

"Maybe?" He repeated, his words almost sarcastic and playfully offended by her suggestion that only maybe did his hands have a talent. To further disprove her, he slipped a little deeper inside of her, the tightness of her muscle resurfacing his earlier thoughts of whether this was her first time. But just like the last time he'd briefly wonderd, he wasn't going to ask. He took in her features, the way they shifted from being seductive to what they were doing now. He kissed the corner of her mouth, before leaning forward to press his lips against her ear, having to use his face to nuzzle away a bit of her long locks that fell over it. "Maybe I should just stop then," he taunted, nipping her earlobe as his finger pressed a little harder inside of her.