[The touch to her breast makes her eyes flutter shutter for a moment. Too gentle, too soft, but so sweet from hands she's used to fighting against. Her eyes open again as she steps away, pulling the shirt up over her head and slipping off the shorts, watching him from under her lashes as she does.
When she stands straight, naked, it's just one smooth step and she's pressing close to him. She bends her head to the side to kiss up his neck then curve her tongue lightly around his ear.]
Yes, love, I want you. [Voice low and purring, full of want. Her hands slide slow over the skin of his back and sides, feeling him, memorizing him.] I love touching you, feeling you. You feel so warm. [She nips lightly at his earlobe when her hands reach his hips and she pulls him flush against her.]
I want to feel all of you. [Pressing a kiss against his ear and brushing her lips along his cheek so she can kiss him again, soft and hungry, while her hand slide to the front to slip his pants down.]
[He almost purrs himself, drinking it in - the need, the affection. He wants more, so much more, to hear her say it over and over again. And he will have that. He will drive the craving for him deep into her, into her bones, so that she'll never forget it - what it is to want him, what it is to have him, to touch him and receive his gift. This is a hunger that will linger on, longlived, deep beneath her skin - oh, her skin. How much he wants to touch it... and does, with no shirt or shorts to stop him.
He wraps his arms around her, feeling her back, the curve of her shoulders, and letting her hands wander over him, feeling her touch and revelling in it. And ah, there - he does let her pull his pants down, he needs the freedom, but he pulls her hands away soon after.]
Yes, you can feel all of me, but slowly - I want to see you knowing there is more to come.
[He tilts his head to kiss at her neck, biting lightly, a tease of teeth grazing across her skin, and moved to push her down onto the grass beneath him, bringing his hands around to cup her breasts - this time, not so gently, but squeezing careful and firm, teasing her nipples with his fingers.]
[She loves it when he wraps his arms around her, holds her against him. He's so warm, something she can't get from her beloved plants. Somewhere in the back of her mind is a little voice screaming at her, telling her she's damned herself and everything she's sought to accomplish, but it's buried under the want and the hunger for warm skin pressed against her.]
[Her laugh is soft and a little breathless as she lets him lay her down, shivering a bit at being pressed down into the grass. Cool green and familiar love beneath her, an unfamiliar weight and heat above her.] Like to watch, do you, love?
[She hums a soft moan when he teases her breasts, trying to arch up into the touch. Her hands never stop sliding over him, slower now, tracing scars and muscles, trying to commit the feel of him against her to memory.]
[He smirks a little, leaning down to kiss her, brushing his lips against hers before licking them, drifting little kisses, little tastes of warmth against her skin, across her jaw and down her neck, never stopping the motion of his hands.]
Oh, yes, I do. Don't you? With your plants to tell you, watch for you... ohh, and to please you, too. You do that, don't you? Tell me. I want to hear it, to know what you do. What I could watch you do, for me.
[His hands move down, stroking over her stomach and circling the curve of her hips, caressing her and holding her down as his mouth kisses the hollow of her collarbone. He licks a line down over her sternum and then kisses the curve of her breast, just brushing the tip of her nipple with his lips. Another gentle tease, to make her beg for more.]
[His voice as much as his touch makes her moan. She let's her head fall back, baring more of her neck to him. One hand slides from him to the grass, caressing it.]
Mmmm, yes... I can feel them. It feels oh! [The mouth on her collarbone makes her arch.] So good being with them, touching them. They touch me everywhere, love me. [The hand on him slides up to bury her fingers in his hair, stroking.] I'd let you watch me, let you see- oh.
[The tease is maddening. She bites her lip to keep from begging, that last strand of control she's clinging to.]
Yes, Ivy. I want to see it, to watch you in your element. Hungry for the touch no other can give, like nothing else. Hungry for my touch... [he lets his hands drift to her thighs, crouching over her, locking his legs around her own to keep her still while he stroked the sensitive flesh there, on the inside of her thighs - close, so close, but still outside, still teasing. Making her want.]
But I won't touch you until I've seen it - watched you being loved by them, to fulfillment but still wanting. You want this, don't you, Ivy? This pictue I give to you - you can make it real with your hunger. [He kisses her nipple then, letting his tongue flick over it before sucking it into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth. Tasting her, pleasing her, consuming her wants and needs and pleasure.]
[She tries to move at the touch against her thigh, but she's held in place by him. It just makes her hungrier, having him over her and yet not pressing her into the grass. She arches up towards him as much as she can, closing her eyes against the wave of need.]
Oh, yes... I want it, want you. [The next brush of her hand over the grass produces slender vines, little white flowers blossoming as they grow. They brush over her skin, winding around her fingers and arm, growing up to stroke down her stomach and thighs. They whisper against him as they curl over her, darker green and white tracing patterns over skin, promising.]
[He smiles, rewarding her with a squeeze to her breast before leaning back, watching. Hungry and observant, raking his gaze over her body and the flowers twining around her, holding her in place underneath him. Pinned, like a green and red butterfly, beautiful... needful. Writhing and arching under him, making him hot and hard - but he waited, and watched.]
Show me. All of it. Let me feel it with you, see you writhe and cry out with their love, right here with me. I want more of that.
[It's so familiar. The paths the vines trace over her skin, the soft brush of petals that make her shiver. But he makes it different. She can still feel him, just above her, watching. She moans and moves under the vines a little, increasing the sensation.
The vines move lower, tracing patterns, following the path his fingers took. She has to bite her lip again, but opens her eyes to look at him, let him see. The vines stroke down and in, slow and teasing. She has to let go of her lip to whimper, cry out when they push in and stroke. She's wet and trembling just a bit now from the touches, so familiar, she done this before, but oh watching him watch her makes it better, makes her want more.]
[He closes his eyes and breathes it in, the scent of her, her voice begging him, finally. Saying that sweet little word, letting go of her dignity in her pursuit of what she craved. Laid bare and consumed by it, by him. It was magnificent, and he wanted to make it last for hours, keep her begging and teetering on the edge as long as he could.
But he wanted more than that. And he knew that by letting her have it, letting her taste it, he could come back later and spin this out again, longer, with that sweet promise of more still fresh in her mind.
Still, there was room to tease.]
Please, Ivy? Please what? Tell me, beautiful, hungry, exquisite Ivy - what you want the most, now. Plead for it from me.
[He caresses the side of her face, her breast, and with his other hand he strokes himself just a little, biting back a gasp and watching her, watching the plants coil around her and make her wet, preparing her for him. He slicks his fingers in his own pre cum and reaches out to hold them above her lips, offering her a taste.]
[It's delicious when he touches her again, when he calls her name. That last fine restraint's completely gone now. She moves her head to catch his fingers, moaning at the taste of him. She sucks them, licking in-between them, eyes sliding half closed. When she can make noise other than wordless moans and cries, she grabs his wrist, tugging the fingers out of her mouth.]
You. I want you in me, so much, please. [She leans up to mouth a hot kiss against his neck, making a soft noise as the vines shift over her body.] Robin, please- Touch me. Fuck me. Please.
[Oh, yes, her mouth - hot and wet and promising more. He trails his wet fingers down her cheek, tilting his head to let her kiss his neck - to feel that mouth, her touch. He couldn't get enough of it, and neither would she. He laces his hand into her hair and tugs, gently at first, pulling-pushing her back down beneath him, spread out on the grass and flowers.]
Yes, everything you want and more - always more, Ivy, remember that. Hunger for it, let that sweet craving push you to the edge at my touch.
[He kisses her, another gentle tease to leave her wanting more, to tempt her to intensify the kiss herself, and let his hands stroke down over her body, stroking over skin and vine, caressing the curve of her breasts and hips but continuing, playing over her until he was spreading her thighs, laying her open. And another tease, to make her squirm and crave - he slides a finger inside her, following where the vines had laid out the path, hot and wet and slick. It made him groan with need, heat building, but to feel this, to make it last and satisfy and hear her cry out for him, he could be patient. He feels her from the inside, and slides in another finger before starting to thrust them into her in earnest, fucking her with his fingers.]
[She lets him pull her back, stretching against the grass. She pulls him in closer, sweeping the tip of her tongue over his lips, inside his mouth. She breaks the kiss to gasp when his finger slides inside of her, leaning back to catch his groan against her lips. God she wants that, wants more of it. She knows she will, knows she's never going to stop wanting this and more. Always more]
Robin- Oh! [Her hips roll down against the second fingers and when he starts to thrust, she moves to meet them, making it more. Deeper, harder, everything.] Yes. [She buries one hand in his hair, tugging him down to moan into his mouth. The other slides over his shoulders and back, feeling the play of muscle under skin.]
[He thrusts harder, deeper, working with the motion of her hips and bringing in a third finger, wanting to make her cry out more, writhe more, always more. It's time to let his control go, show her his hunger, matching and outstripping her own, beautiful as it is.
He kisses her hungrily, suddenly letting the gentleness fall away, sucking on her tongue and grazing it with his teeth, then breaking the kiss to bite at her bottom lip, bruising it, licking it soothingly with his tongue. He kisses her face, tasting, teasing, licks her ear and sucks on the lobe, letting hot breath fall there before speaking.]
Gluttony. [He corrects in a rough, low hiss, full of want and hunger. He tongues his way down her throat and then bites, hard, just shy of breaking the skin, sucking her flesh between his teeth enough to make it hard for her to breathe, demanding submission in the most animal way. To make her crave every breath, vital air, at his command while he felt the beat of her life pulsing against his lips, his tongue, even as her body arched beneath him, around him, where his fingers thrust and hooked, seeking out every sensitive spot inside her.]
[She cries out as he moves inside her, trying to get closer, deeper, more. Always more. There's a little bit of fear building up behind all of the want and need and hunger, making her shudder. This isn't him, she thinks, screaming into the kiss and moaning at the hot breath in her ear. This isn't Robin, it's something bigger than that.]
-Gluttony. [It's a whimper that turns into a cry when he bites down on her throat. She's trembling now and moving against him, trying to get closer, trying to get more even as her breath comes in moaning gasps. More heat, more skin, more of his touch. She moves against him, around him, offering up everything.]
[There. That absolute peak of need, making her completely open to him. Tinged with the fear of knowing what he was, but being unable to resist the addiction - it was perfect. He released her throat and straightened to pull her close to him, sliding his hand onto her back and pressing her close up against him, skin flush against skin, a contrast of his scars against her smooth, flawless flesh - he could mark her, he thought, a quick flash of an image. He had, bruising the skin of her neck with his mouth, a darkness blossoming there. He wanted to see more of that, to give her little painful, thrilling reminders of what it was to be touched by him... mm, he would. Later.]
Very good, Ivy. Such beautiful hunger - I want to sate it, feel it grow again, oh, yes. I want to fuck you, hard, just as you want me to. You're ready, aren't you? You want it, don't you? [He still wanted to hear her say it, make her say it, so he pauses to let her say whatever she can before pulling his fingers out, stroking along the inside of her thighs softly, wetly. He leaves another pause, enough to make her feel empty and needful again, to crave fulfillment, before he uses his now free hand, still slick with her, to guide himself into her, just sliding in the head and gasping at the warmth around him, wanting more - but waiting. Always making her want it, first, to feel her need. Delicious.]
[She clung to him, gasping, when he pulled her close, reveling in the heat of his skin. The feeling of someone alive and warm against her. She whimpered, shivering, when he spoke, moaned at the loss of his fingers. She didn't want... She wanted more, she didn't want to stop, didn't want him to stop. She had to tell him that, had to...]
Yes. Please, please- I want it, want you to fuck me. [She pressed her mouth against his neck and face, hot, hungry kisses. She didn't want this to stop ever, wanted to keep him down in the grass with her forever... Oh but he would leave wouldn't he? They all left, always. It just made her want him more.] Please... Everything, I want you- Gluttony.
[He smiles, making a contented noise low in his throat at the feel of her kisses against him, her heat and need filling him. He pushed himself inside her with a deep, rough groan, thrusting in to the hilt, deep and hard - a reward for her words. Tell him more, need him more, speak your love and affection, and you will receive all you want and more - the unspoken message he forced into her consciousness, letting it scathe across her.
With one hand still on her back, gripping her and holding her close, he brings the other up, sliding it between them to cup her breast and squeeze, hard - on that thrilling edge of pain.]
Do you want me to hurt you, too, Ivy [It was barely a whisper.] Is that something you want? You can say no - just tell me the truth. All the things you want from me, however they might have shamed you, the dark, secret desires - let them out. There's no shame with me, only more of what you want. Everything you want.
[She hangs on to him, desperate, moaning when he finally buries himself in her. She buries her face against the curve of his shoulder, breathing in the smell of him. So warm, so good. She doesn't want this to end, not even when he squeezes her breast and forces a whimper out of her.]
...No... Please, I don't want to hurt anymore. [The arms around him tighten and her legs slide up and over his legs and hips, begging with her body.] I want you, love you, so warm. You're like sunlight. [She doesn't know why she's saying any of this, except that it's true and that she wants it. She presses more kisses over his neck and shoulder and doesn't think.] I want you here, want him here. Always. I don't want to be alone in the dark.
[His grip on her breast gentles, stroking softly, brushing over her nipple. He's here to feed her wants, after all - as much as his own. He makes a soft shushing noise, soothing.]
As you want, Ivy. All that you want, over and over again. Always more. [He holds onto her and moves his hips, slow and gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation of him moving inside of her before he starts thrusting deeper and harder - and he will, oh, he will.]
I'll be gentle with you, Ivy, even though I'm going to fuck you hard - I won't hurt you. But I will have to leave you, just for a while, after this, you know that. And you know you'll be left wanting me, wanting more, and I'll come back and give it to you. When your hunger is at it's peak.
[She doesn't really have a sense of herself anymore. She's lost in the feeling, the wanting and actually, truly having, but still so desperate for more. She makes soft sweet noises against his skin as her thrusts into her.]
Yes- oh- Yes... Please. Love you, everything. [She shivers when he speaks, telling her what her logical mind (buried so deep under the want) already knows, promising what she hungers for. Promises, he's always kept his promises... She kisses from the corner of his mouth to his ear, teasing the lobe and gasping hot.] Yes.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
123youreit) wrote2009-08-03 11:15 pm
no subject
When she stands straight, naked, it's just one smooth step and she's pressing close to him. She bends her head to the side to kiss up his neck then curve her tongue lightly around his ear.]
Yes, love, I want you. [Voice low and purring, full of want. Her hands slide slow over the skin of his back and sides, feeling him, memorizing him.] I love touching you, feeling you. You feel so warm. [She nips lightly at his earlobe when her hands reach his hips and she pulls him flush against her.]
I want to feel all of you. [Pressing a kiss against his ear and brushing her lips along his cheek so she can kiss him again, soft and hungry, while her hand slide to the front to slip his pants down.]
no subject
He wraps his arms around her, feeling her back, the curve of her shoulders, and letting her hands wander over him, feeling her touch and revelling in it. And ah, there - he does let her pull his pants down, he needs the freedom, but he pulls her hands away soon after.]
Yes, you can feel all of me, but slowly - I want to see you knowing there is more to come.
[He tilts his head to kiss at her neck, biting lightly, a tease of teeth grazing across her skin, and moved to push her down onto the grass beneath him, bringing his hands around to cup her breasts - this time, not so gently, but squeezing careful and firm, teasing her nipples with his fingers.]
no subject
[Her laugh is soft and a little breathless as she lets him lay her down, shivering a bit at being pressed down into the grass. Cool green and familiar love beneath her, an unfamiliar weight and heat above her.] Like to watch, do you, love?
[She hums a soft moan when he teases her breasts, trying to arch up into the touch. Her hands never stop sliding over him, slower now, tracing scars and muscles, trying to commit the feel of him against her to memory.]
no subject
Oh, yes, I do. Don't you? With your plants to tell you, watch for you... ohh, and to please you, too. You do that, don't you? Tell me. I want to hear it, to know what you do. What I could watch you do, for me.
[His hands move down, stroking over her stomach and circling the curve of her hips, caressing her and holding her down as his mouth kisses the hollow of her collarbone. He licks a line down over her sternum and then kisses the curve of her breast, just brushing the tip of her nipple with his lips. Another gentle tease, to make her beg for more.]
no subject
Mmmm, yes... I can feel them. It feels oh! [The mouth on her collarbone makes her arch.] So good being with them, touching them. They touch me everywhere, love me. [The hand on him slides up to bury her fingers in his hair, stroking.] I'd let you watch me, let you see- oh.
[The tease is maddening. She bites her lip to keep from begging, that last strand of control she's clinging to.]
no subject
But I won't touch you until I've seen it - watched you being loved by them, to fulfillment but still wanting. You want this, don't you, Ivy? This pictue I give to you - you can make it real with your hunger. [He kisses her nipple then, letting his tongue flick over it before sucking it into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth. Tasting her, pleasing her, consuming her wants and needs and pleasure.]
no subject
Oh, yes... I want it, want you. [The next brush of her hand over the grass produces slender vines, little white flowers blossoming as they grow. They brush over her skin, winding around her fingers and arm, growing up to stroke down her stomach and thighs. They whisper against him as they curl over her, darker green and white tracing patterns over skin, promising.]
no subject
Show me. All of it. Let me feel it with you, see you writhe and cry out with their love, right here with me. I want more of that.
no subject
The vines move lower, tracing patterns, following the path his fingers took. She has to bite her lip again, but opens her eyes to look at him, let him see. The vines stroke down and in, slow and teasing. She has to let go of her lip to whimper, cry out when they push in and stroke. She's wet and trembling just a bit now from the touches, so familiar, she done this before, but oh watching him watch her makes it better, makes her want more.]
Please...
no subject
But he wanted more than that. And he knew that by letting her have it, letting her taste it, he could come back later and spin this out again, longer, with that sweet promise of more still fresh in her mind.
Still, there was room to tease.]
Please, Ivy? Please what? Tell me, beautiful, hungry, exquisite Ivy - what you want the most, now. Plead for it from me.
[He caresses the side of her face, her breast, and with his other hand he strokes himself just a little, biting back a gasp and watching her, watching the plants coil around her and make her wet, preparing her for him. He slicks his fingers in his own pre cum and reaches out to hold them above her lips, offering her a taste.]
no subject
You. I want you in me, so much, please. [She leans up to mouth a hot kiss against his neck, making a soft noise as the vines shift over her body.] Robin, please- Touch me. Fuck me. Please.
no subject
Yes, everything you want and more - always more, Ivy, remember that. Hunger for it, let that sweet craving push you to the edge at my touch.
[He kisses her, another gentle tease to leave her wanting more, to tempt her to intensify the kiss herself, and let his hands stroke down over her body, stroking over skin and vine, caressing the curve of her breasts and hips but continuing, playing over her until he was spreading her thighs, laying her open. And another tease, to make her squirm and crave - he slides a finger inside her, following where the vines had laid out the path, hot and wet and slick. It made him groan with need, heat building, but to feel this, to make it last and satisfy and hear her cry out for him, he could be patient. He feels her from the inside, and slides in another finger before starting to thrust them into her in earnest, fucking her with his fingers.]
no subject
Robin- Oh! [Her hips roll down against the second fingers and when he starts to thrust, she moves to meet them, making it more. Deeper, harder, everything.] Yes. [She buries one hand in his hair, tugging him down to moan into his mouth. The other slides over his shoulders and back, feeling the play of muscle under skin.]
no subject
He kisses her hungrily, suddenly letting the gentleness fall away, sucking on her tongue and grazing it with his teeth, then breaking the kiss to bite at her bottom lip, bruising it, licking it soothingly with his tongue. He kisses her face, tasting, teasing, licks her ear and sucks on the lobe, letting hot breath fall there before speaking.]
Gluttony. [He corrects in a rough, low hiss, full of want and hunger. He tongues his way down her throat and then bites, hard, just shy of breaking the skin, sucking her flesh between his teeth enough to make it hard for her to breathe, demanding submission in the most animal way. To make her crave every breath, vital air, at his command while he felt the beat of her life pulsing against his lips, his tongue, even as her body arched beneath him, around him, where his fingers thrust and hooked, seeking out every sensitive spot inside her.]
no subject
-Gluttony. [It's a whimper that turns into a cry when he bites down on her throat. She's trembling now and moving against him, trying to get closer, trying to get more even as her breath comes in moaning gasps. More heat, more skin, more of his touch. She moves against him, around him, offering up everything.]
no subject
Very good, Ivy. Such beautiful hunger - I want to sate it, feel it grow again, oh, yes. I want to fuck you, hard, just as you want me to. You're ready, aren't you? You want it, don't you? [He still wanted to hear her say it, make her say it, so he pauses to let her say whatever she can before pulling his fingers out, stroking along the inside of her thighs softly, wetly. He leaves another pause, enough to make her feel empty and needful again, to crave fulfillment, before he uses his now free hand, still slick with her, to guide himself into her, just sliding in the head and gasping at the warmth around him, wanting more - but waiting. Always making her want it, first, to feel her need. Delicious.]
no subject
Yes. Please, please- I want it, want you to fuck me. [She pressed her mouth against his neck and face, hot, hungry kisses. She didn't want this to stop ever, wanted to keep him down in the grass with her forever... Oh but he would leave wouldn't he? They all left, always. It just made her want him more.] Please... Everything, I want you- Gluttony.
no subject
With one hand still on her back, gripping her and holding her close, he brings the other up, sliding it between them to cup her breast and squeeze, hard - on that thrilling edge of pain.]
Do you want me to hurt you, too, Ivy [It was barely a whisper.] Is that something you want? You can say no - just tell me the truth. All the things you want from me, however they might have shamed you, the dark, secret desires - let them out. There's no shame with me, only more of what you want. Everything you want.
no subject
...No... Please, I don't want to hurt anymore. [The arms around him tighten and her legs slide up and over his legs and hips, begging with her body.] I want you, love you, so warm. You're like sunlight. [She doesn't know why she's saying any of this, except that it's true and that she wants it. She presses more kisses over his neck and shoulder and doesn't think.] I want you here, want him here. Always. I don't want to be alone in the dark.
no subject
As you want, Ivy. All that you want, over and over again. Always more. [He holds onto her and moves his hips, slow and gentle at first, getting her used to the sensation of him moving inside of her before he starts thrusting deeper and harder - and he will, oh, he will.]
I'll be gentle with you, Ivy, even though I'm going to fuck you hard - I won't hurt you. But I will have to leave you, just for a while, after this, you know that. And you know you'll be left wanting me, wanting more, and I'll come back and give it to you. When your hunger is at it's peak.
no subject
Yes- oh- Yes... Please. Love you, everything. [She shivers when he speaks, telling her what her logical mind (buried so deep under the want) already knows, promising what she hungers for. Promises, he's always kept his promises... She kisses from the corner of his mouth to his ear, teasing the lobe and gasping hot.] Yes.