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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

This was torture. Delicious, enticing and arousing torture. After the weeks of going slowly, getting to know Oliver, the sudden change of pace had fanned her attraction to him into a decided want, and making out with him had already had her ready for him. But now? This close? His fingers and lips drawing small sighs and gasps from her and his warm body a safe and exciting weight against her side; Melinda was reaching the point where she was ready to beg for him to please, please just make love to her, that they had all the time in the world to play and experiment later, that right now she just wanted to feel him close in a different way from the closeness that had grown since their first kiss.

She felt him nudging against her, her hips arching up to meet him and her fingers caressing down from his shoulder over his arm to thread with his fingers as they explored her body. Her eyes met his, the fingers on her free hand digging into the back of his shoulder and her head pushing back into the mattress with a moan when he pushed into her. “My gods, Oliver,” she breathed, a breath that got swallowed by the deep kiss as she felt herself adjust to the sheer size of him. Raising her knee, she draped her leg over his hip and rolled her hips to take him in deeper, to make him move, longing to feel him move. “You feel so good,” she gasped kissing the side of his neck, though she was cut off when he pushed into her. “Nguh! You feel so good.”