Atreyu & Alessia | HENDRIX ALVAREZ'S PARTY | about 1 AM
They were both so breathless as he settled them on the couch. His hands gripped her hips against him as she shifted enough to get comfortable, straddling his lap. Her movement made him groan against his lips. Especially as she arched her hips against him. He made no effort to stop the sound that escaped him as she did and his fingers gripped tighter on to her hips.
He would be perfectly happy to stay in this moment for the rest of his life. The feeling of kissing and holding Alessia was just as good as the high he got on stage. He never thought anything would beat that feeling but she did. He groaned against she racked her hands down his chest. Fuck. He really wanted his beautiful minx of a girlfriend. And of course, that was the moment she decided to slow everything down. He grumbled softly as she took her times with the buttons.
Atreyu pushed his hips forward a bit to rub himself against her. He knew she was trying to slow down just to drive him a little crazy, but he also knew all the right buttons to push for her. He let his hands move up her body to find the little straps of her top. It took little effort to pull the straps off her shoulders and push the tank down to expose those perfect breasts. Unlike his girlfriend, Atreyu wasted no time breaking his lips away from her in order to capture one of those perfect nipples, teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue.