Dhamiria "Ria" Otieno (daktari) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-11-29 10:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [11] november, luca flores, ria otieno |
won't you let me be your rhythm tonight?
Who: Luc Flores and Ria Otieno
Where: Luc’s house
What: Luc and Ria finally get around to having that date they’ve been planning for months.
When: November 10th, 2019 - Early Evening. NSFW
To say that Ria was excited about this date would likely have been an understatement of large proportions. There was two months of build up to this, tack on the month they had spent being with each other -- but not really being with each other, over text and Facetime and Ria could admit she was more than a little ready to get hands on with Luc. Or even just have him all to herself, in person, without interruptions or their jobs hindering anything. They had agreed upon his place for the date long ago, Ria insisting it would feel more home-y than hers. Which was true, her place still felt like it was barely lived in. Plus, Luc likely didn’t have a kid brother living with him who might be so very curious about their date. Also, she still needed to meet Noodle. All these things added up to it just making more sense for her to come to his place and not vice versa. Ria had the day off from the hospital both today and tomorrow, which was in truth why she had suggested this day to Luc. She was more than a little pleased that it worked for him, and while she didn’t want to count her chickens before they hatched, she thought Luc might be pleased to know she wouldn’t need to cut their date short -- or leave, if that’s the way things went. Pulling into their driveway, Ria paused to inspect her reflection in the rearview mirror before she stepped out of the car and approached the front door. With butterflies kind of buzzing around inside of her, she lifted her hand and wrapped on the door quickly. There was so much anticipation about this date, all she could hope was that it would in fact go as well as she was hoping it might. Technically, Luc had been preparing for this date since the early morning but if he really thought about it, he’d been laying the groundwork for this moment for months. Timing and distance had been such huge factors in his and Ria’s interesting and unconventional acquaintance that he could scarcely believe they finally had found time to see each other in person again at all. But now that the moment had finally come he’d made sure to make the most of it. He’d stopped at Walker’s early. The lines weren’t too bad, considering that the holiday was over and some people still felt wary shopping there when shufflers seemed to show up more often than actual customers. Once he accumulated all the items he would need to make the tapas into his cart, he made sure to head to the small pharmacy section of the store to stock up on a box of condoms. It wasn’t as if he expected something to happen with Ria. He hoped it did, he wanted it to. They’d certainly had more than enough foreplay (and much, much more than foreplay) up to this point but it had all been over behind a screen. Facetime trysts, explicit voice memo’s, phone sex and naughty texts had been their norm for months but that didn’t mean anything was going to happen tonight. But, if it did, he would be more than prepared. He’d been checking on the croquettes in the oven when he heard a rap on the door. Luc grinned, shut the oven door, carted a hand through his dark curls as he walked down the hallway, and opened the door. She looked sexy as hell. Despite how amazing she looked over facetime, and how absolutely gorgeous she’d been at Halloween, there was something about her tonight that sort of took his breath away. Luc’s hungry gaze swept up and down over Ria’s lithe form before staring into her beautiful eyes, open and unabashed appreciation written all over his features. “Hi,” he said, flashing her a million-watt smile. There was something in her look that made his heart beat hot and fast in his veins; a longing and fire that mirrored his own. He managed to restrain himself for a full second before crossing the threshold, taking her head in his hands, and kissing her. Her lips were soft and insistent and parted eagerly against his own. After so many nights of Ria describing what exactly she wanted to do him with that pouty, bee stung mouth of hers, Luc could hardly believe he was finally kissing her. Ria barely managed a “Hi” of her own and an appreciative look up and down of Luc -- who looked handsome as hell -- before he was kissing her. In terms of greetings she had hoped for, Ria could freely admit that this one had been at the top of her list. After months of build up, this kiss was long overdue and she seamlessly and easily pressed herself against Luc, her arms going around him and her hands nimbly slipped under the back of his shirt to fan out over his back. She wasn’t even remotely embarrassed by the little moan that she made, the one that was swallowed up by the intensity of their kiss. God, the feeling of Luc’s lips against her was better than her imagination had ever been able to work up. Which, if this was what a kiss was like, Ria was almost impatient to explore the other things they had on some many occasions described to each other in lurid detail. By now her nails were leaving little crescent moons in Luc’s skin as she pulled in as close as she could, not leaving even a millimeter of space between the two of them. Her head was swimming and she had just barely walked into the house. When it felt like her lungs were screaming and she might pass out, Ria pulled back and rested her forehead against his. “Hi,” she said again, her tone soft and pleased. As breathless as he felt in the moment, Luc chuckled. The break didn’t last long at all though, once she felt like her lungs were no longer on fire, Ria brought one hand up to Luc’s cheek and kissed him again, hard and claiming, fueling every last ounce of desire she had felt for him over the last few months into the way her full lips pressed against his. Ria knew when they parted her lips would feel bruised in the best kind of way, that thought alone sent a thrill through her. Through his haze of desire, Luc somehow had the presence of mind to pull Ria fully into the house. He was all for exhibiitionism when the time was right but he didn’t really feel like giving his neighbors a show. Tonight, he wanted Ria all to himself. He tugged her through the open doorway, his lips never once leaving hers. Once he shut the door he pressed her against it, the perfect alignment of his hips against hers sending jolts of electricity throughout his body. “So glad we finally got to do this,” Luc murmured against her mouth, his voice ragged and husky. Her hands roamed the muscular expanse of his back, leaving rosy red trails on his skin as she explored. Even though Luc quite liked the idea of Ria leaving her mark on him, his hands no longer felt content to sit at her waist. His fingertips sought hers and, once he clasped them in his own, used them to guide her arms up over her head and held them there lightly. Luc pulled back only far enough to nibble at the flawless, velvety skin of her throat. “Mmhmm,” Ria murmured in agreement as she tipped her head to the side to give Luc better access to her throat, a thrill having ran down her spine as Luc pinned her to the door, his grip strong around her wrists. With the weight of him pressed against her and the firmness of the door biting into her back, it sent jolts of electricity and desire through her. So far every last one of her fantasies did not even remotely compare to what it was like to have Luc in the flesh and she knew her heart raced faster in anticipation of what their night would no doubt entail now that they had no obstacles in the way, tripping them up. “I quite like our little phone arrangement but I gotta tell you,” Luc continued, kissing his way from her ear down to her collarbone. “I have a feeling these in-person meetings are really going to catch on.” He lowered his hands from where he had pinned hers to skim over her figure, his fingertips finding and recognizing places on her body that he had only seen from afar: her trim, toned midriff, the soft curve of her rump, the dimples at the small of her back. Luc was so focused on the soft noises Ria made when he nipped at her pulse point that he didn’t notice the curl of acrid smoke winding its way into the living room from the kitchen. Ria felt like every place Luc touched was set aflame and a small moan escaped her, followed by a string of pleased noises as he continued to explore her body in the very way he had described to her on more than one occasion. “I think I’ll easily become addicted to these in-person meetings,” Ria admitted softly, her own hands effortless rucking Luc’s shirt of higher so her hands could explore the expanse of his muscular back, her fingers tracing over lines of muscle that she had already committed to to memory from sight alone. As his mouth explored her neck, nipping at her pulse and continuing to draw noises from her, she let her hands glide back out from underneath his shirt to move lower. Ria grabbed his ass and pulled him as close as humanly possible, ignoring the way it caused the wood of the door to press into her back harder. She didn’t care, she wanted every last inch of space between them to be eliminated. She wanted to see him too, to see his reaction to her. Ria opened her eyes to look at Luc, she let one hand come up and tangle in the curls at the base of his neck and then her gaze was drawn away from him by a small plume of smoke forming in the kitchen. “Either our make out was just that hot, or something’s on fire.” Ria disliked the idea of parting, but she knew it was most likely the latter and not the former. The sound of Ria’s sultry voice roused Luc out of his passionate trance for a moment. He pulled back slightly, far enough to drink her in while still pressed flush against her. Her lips, normally full and generous in their own right, were slightly swollen from the passion of their kisses and her eyes, which had been fixed on him hungrily moments before, were now focused somewhere over his shoulder. He was so consumed by Ria’s touch that Luc began to respond to her words before he had fully grasped what she was trying to tell him. “I would say our makeout is that hot and I am just getting...wait, what?” He quickly angled his head to see the focus of Ria’s attention. “Ah, shit.” He grinned sheepishly, took Ria’s face in his hands and pressed a conciliatory kiss against at the corner of her mouth. As much as he hated to part from their embrace, he didn’t want to burn the damn house down. Luc pulled away and walked quickly to the kitchen. He picked up a potholder and yanked the oven door open, pulling back to avoid the billow of smoke. “I swear I’m usually a better cook than this,” Luc called to Ria, coughing. He pulled the tray out and set it safely on the stovetop, the croquettes burned beyond all recognition. Luc waved at the smoke, trying to dissipate the cloying smell before it reached the smoke alarm. After a few moments without the alert sounding, Luc breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry about that,” Luc said, turning to look at Ria, who had followed him to the kitchen. With his potholder adorned hand, Luc picked up the ruined remains of their main course and with little fanfare, dumped the entirety of the tray into the garbage. The charred smell lingered but it was much less offensive once he threw the blackened entree away. “This just calls for a second date so you can prove that fact to me,” Ria replied with a devious upturn to her mouth. Truth be told she didn’t need proof that Luc was a better cook than this, but it was a good excuse to see him again. “And don’t apologize, this by no means ruins our night.” She added gently as she stepped in closer to Luc and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I had the timing down and everything already set up,” Luc said, gesturing to the portion of their meal that hadn’t required heating. A bowl of almonds sprinkled smoked salt, a ramekin of marinated olives, a plate of plums wrapped in serrano ham and tray of apple and manchego crostini . A bottle of dry sherry sat on the counter next to an ice bucket filled with both a red and white wine. The set up was a bit more extravagant than Luc usually went for first dates but, then again, this wasn’t a typical first date by any means. “...but then you got here, looking like you do.” Luc let out a low whistle, grinned, and then shrugged. “And all sense went out the damn window.” He turned from Ria and walked across the kitchen to where a very tiny Noodle sat in on very large, overstuffed dog bed. Ria laughed. “I have been told I have that effect on people,” she teased, though admittedly she knew the distraction had been in large part finally having an outlet for the sexual tension that had been manifesting between them for months now. Luc’s compliment was welcome though, Ria had spent more time than she usually would have on her appearance for this date. A fact she knew was marginally ridiculous since Luc had by this point seen just about every inch of her. Still, how often did a girl actually get to dress up? She was going to take advantage of it. “I also make no apologies for being a distraction.” Ria added while she watched intently as Luc moved over speak with the small dog in the very large dog bed. “You could have warned me, you know,” Luc chastised, affection and warmth evident in his voice. “Some wingman you are.” He bent down and scratched Noodle between his ears. The tiny French bulldog yawned and poked his head out of the cushion. When he saw his master wasn’t alone, he scrambled to get off his throne. He tottered across the kitchen floor and approached Ria, his tongue lolling happily out of his mouth. He butted his square head against her shin. Bending down Ria scratched Noodle behind the ears, laughing as he so shamelessly sought attention from her. “Why hello, Noodle,” she said as she proceeded to crouch down so that she was on the same level as dog. “You seem to be just as eager for affection as your master,” Ria added with a glance up towards Luc, her tone teasing and her smile bright. “And don’t tell him, but I’m just a eager to get back to what we were doing before we were rudely interrupted by dinner burning.” Out of the corner of her eye she watched Luc. The little dog for his part continued to bump his head against her hand, quite obviously seeking out more scratches behind the ear. “I can see why you believe Noodle presents some level of competition,” Ria remarked as she stood back up, laughing softly as the small dog whined at the loss of her attention. “But, I still think his owner has a little bit more draw for me personally.” She continued as she moved across the small kitchen and back into Luc’s personal space. “Is there anything else I need to be concerned about burning before I kiss you again?” Ria asked teasingly, a twinkle in her dark eyes as her hand found the front of his shirt and pulled him closer. “The only thing in danger of burning up is me if I don’t get you out of these clothes and get you into bed,” Luc replied with a low growl. He leaned into Ria’s touch, possessive and eager at his shirtfront, and kissed her hungrily. Ria hummed, a contented noise of approval was swallowed up by the kiss. The meal would keep; kissing Ria, seeing her beautiful body in the flesh and making her come with his own hands and mouth and body was too tempting to put off a second longer. Luc somehow led them out of the kitchen, his lips never leaving hers as they tried to rid one another of extraneous clothing. After having miles between them, Luc wanted nothing to get in the way of his pleasing this woman. A button popped off his shirt in his attempt to shrug the garment off. He chuckled. “A necessary casualty,” he said with a wolfish grin. Luc ran an appreciative caress over Ria’s shapely posterior as she eased the shirt from his shoulders. Ria made a content little noise as Luc’s hands moved over her body, her own tossed aside his shirt before settling on his shoulders again, soon drifting lower to explore the expanse of his chest as they continued to fumble their way haphazardly towards his bedroom. “It can be fixed,” she stated with a laugh as she reached up and swiped a thumb over Luc’s lower lip where some of her red lipstick had transferred and smeared. Ria knew the action was pointless, because soon enough he would only have more smeared there as she leaned in to claim his mouth with hers, the fierceness of the kiss lingered on just this side of possessive. The stairs were tricky. They could only manage a few steps without pausing to indulge in a bite or caress, making the ascent slower while ramping up their ardor to a fever pitch. Somehow, they finally stumbled into Luc’s bedroom. Luc pressed Ria to the bed, pulling back slightly to gaze a the lovely picture she made all flushed against the crisp, cool sheets. “These are going,” he announced, flicking open the button of Ria’s tight, black pants. He looked down at the fashionable bustier she wore, slightly transfixed as her breasts pushed against the tight constraints, threatening to spill out at any moment. He bit his lip and, after a moment’s consideration, said, “Keep the bustier on.” Luc eased Ria’s slacks down her long, lean legs. Every new inch of skin he uncovered received his undivided attention. Ria had allowed Luc to guide them to his room and then his bed, more than content to allow him to direct their actions -- at least for now. Her heels had been kicked off halfway up the stairs when it had become clear their progress would be easier without them. With dark eyes she watched Luc intently, first as he looked down at her - god he was handsome -- then as he began to remove her clothing, her dark eyes remained on him, a slow smile curled up the corners of her mouth as she shimmied to help Luc ease the tight black pants off of her hips and down her legs. One immaculately manicured eyebrow had been raised when direction was given for her to leave her bustier on. It was a little glimpse into Luc, an intriguing one. “Come up here,” Ria murmured, her words not quite a demand, but also more than a request as her hands pulled at him. It was Luc’s turn to raise an eyebrow. There were times when he liked to lead things in the bedroom but he was equally turned on by the idea of Ria taking the reins. The dynamics of power in giving and receiving pleasure was something loved to explore and it seemed like Ria was equally amenable to the idea. It was rare for him to find someone as open to experimentation as he was but it looked like Ria was a match for him in every way. As much as she loved the attention he was lavishing on every newly exposed expanse of skin, Ria wanted to feel the solid press of his body over hers and the mattress firm against her back, a pleased noise escaped from her lips as Luc obliged her and moved back up her body until they were again face to face. “You’re still wearing too much,” she added quietly as her fingers found the button to his jeans and flicked at it, popping it loose from it’s closer. With one hand she tugged at the waistband, while the other slide under the rough jean material, fingertips skimmed over the front of his cotton boxers and the erection she could feel pressing against the thin material. “And I’m impatient.” God only knew she had every right to be. Months. They had had months of build up to this. So even waiting a few minutes more seemed like murder when Ria could finally, finally touch and feel and explore Luc’s body, the very same body she had nearly committed to memory from images alone. “Well damn baby, that makes two of us,” Luc groaned. Luc kicked off his shoes, toed off his socks and tried to aid Ria’s effort to divest him of his pants as best he could but with her skilled and eager hand rubbing his cock he kept getting waylaid. Somehow, in the short lulls between strokes, Luc finally rid himself of his confining slacks and, without a moment’s hesitation, pulled his boxer briefs down along with them. “Your turn,” Luc replied and, despite Ria’s moans of protest, eased himself off from on top of her. He hovered above her, gazing at her beautiful body for a moment before he pulled back to hook his fingers underneath the band of her panties. He eased the sheer material down her hipbones and over her ass, marveling as she revealed herself to him. Fuck, he wanted her. He ached to bury himself inside her to the hilt and feel her shudder around him instead of just hearing her climax on the other end of the phone line. But Luc knew there was one thing he wanted to do, needed to do before that moment and then he’d bow to her every whim. “I’m going to make up for all those nights I watched your hands do all those things to yourself that I should have been doing,” Luc murmured, moving down her body. He dipped his head into her cleavage, his hands moving to cup her breasts and draw them out of the restraining confines of her bustier. He swiped his thumb over one perfect nipple and took it into his mouth, circling it to a hard peak before turning his attention to the other and repeating the process. A breathy moan slipped passed Ria’s lips in response and she carded one hand into Luc’s dark curls. He could have stayed doing exactly that for hours but Luc was too far gone to stop there and he was pretty sure Ria would have too entirely too much fun exacting her revenge if he dawdled too long in one spot. He continued his descent down her body until he arrived at the apex her thighs. He breathed in the sweet, intoxicating scent of her as he kissed his way up from her knees. “I want you to do whatever you want, however long you want to do it,” Luc said, his voice faltering into a raspy shudder. Ria’s reply was an approving hum and gentle tug of to the curls she still had her fingers wound into. He gripped her ass firmly and sucked on the delicate skin of her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark. “But first, I want a taste of what I’ve been missing.” Luc looked up at Ria, her heated gaze locked into his, and drew his tongue along her slick heat. She was impossibly wet and Luc felt his cock jerk in reaction. He delved along her slit, lapping at her until his chin was covered in the evidence of her arousal before sliding his tongue upward to circle her clit. He moved his tongue against her and with every calculated flick Ria ground herself against his face. With one hand still on her ass, Luc moved the other so he could prop Ria’s knee on his shoulder, allowing him to open her up to other pleasures. His tongue never ceasing, he ran a finger along her sex and at her wordless assent, dipped inside her. He built up a grueling rhythm, his hands and mouth working in sync, intent on drawing out every last moan and gasp out of her. With one hand still wrapped up in Luc’s dark tresses, Ria’s other one gripped at the blanket beneath her as she writhed and arched her back up off the bed with each flick of his tongue and the skillful way his finger crooked inside of her just right to hit the most sensitive spots and send her nerves sparking with the pleasure. She could already feel the coiling way her climax was building low in her belly, creeping closer and closer to that blissful edge. “Luc, God,” Ria moaned as her hips jerked and she all but held him there between her legs with the hand still in his hair. Everything was heightened and Ria knew she wasn’t going to last much longer, and as Luc slipped a second finger inside of her, she gasped and ground against him, clenching down on him as her climax hit in a flash of white hot pleasure, the sensation washed over her and left Ria lying breathless and sated on his bed. When she felt as if she could move again, Ria sat up and reached for Luc, her hands sliding over his shoulders, along his muscular arms until she could grasp his hands in her own. “Come here,” Ria tugged gently at him and was pleased when Luc didn’t require any more urging than that, his weight easily settled back atop her as she freed one hand to draw his face down to hers. “God, if I knew you were that good, I would have cleared my schedule sooner,” she murmured before she drew him in for a kiss, one that was heated and demanding as she pressed her tongue against the seal of his lips and deepened it. With one hand still cupping his cheek and the other still holding his hand, Ria leveraged her weight as best she could to push against Luc and flip their positions. “Now, what was that about me doing whatever I wanted and for however long I wanted?” Ria asked coyly, dark eyes lighting on his as she pulled back and the look conveyed in them was anything but innocent.With the traces of a mischievous smirk dancing at the corners of her mouth, Ria ground down against Luc and smiled triumphantly as a low groan escaped his lips. It was an exquisite, thrilling sort of torture; watching Ria’s gorgeous body undulate on top of him and feeling her rub against him without giving him what he wanted was driving him crazy in the best way. “The true question though is what do I do first?” She mused as she bent down and ducked her head to nip at his pulse point while her hands were busy exploring every new inch of skin she could, nails dragging gently over Luc’s skin, hard enough to leave faint red marks, but not hard enough to leave lasting marks. Ria knew there were so many things she wanted to do to Luc, things she had described in in detail to him, but if she cut past all of that and straight to the point, she knew what they both wanted was for him to fuck her. They would have time, so much time, to check off everything else on her mental list. Right now she wanted to feel him deep inside of her. “I think,” Ria began, one hand wrapping gently around his cock. Luc shuddered and bit his lip, watching Ria’s dainty, skilled hand slide over the length of him. He gripped at her hips and arched off the bed, his spastic movements telegraphing his desperation. “What I truly want is for you to fuck me.” She said, her tone decisive as she sat up straight and peered down at Luc, pleased already by the noises she had managed to elicit from him in just a few moments of light touches. “Any objections?” Ria questioned with a smirk as she ground down against him again, her gaze heated and her look just this side of wicked. “None,” Luc replied, leaning up to capture Ria’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands had been mostly stationary while she had decided what to do with him; there was something so hot about denying himself while she pondered aloud and had her way with him as she saw fit. Depriving himself had been just as agonizing as it had been arousing; it escalated his anticipation to a fever pitch. Once Ria had voiced exactly what they both wanted, however, Luc recognized her tacit permission to touch her again. Luc wasted absolutely no time; with one hand still hard at her hip, Luc angled the other to swipe between Ria’s legs. He repressed the strong urge to press his fingers to his mouth and taste her again; instead, he moved up to brush his thumb against her clit. Knowing she might still be sensitive, he started slow, his touch light. “Condoms in the bedside table,” he said, his directive tapering off to a guttural moan. He watched, utterly transfixed at the sight of Ria already increasing the pace in which she rubbed herself against his fingertips. Dios mio, she was insatiable. Luc followed her lead, circling her clit faster. He wanted to make her come harder, louder and longer than he did before. There was something so absolutely intoxicating and thrilling about Luc. The way he had let he call the shots and determine their course was nothing short of arousing to Ria, the fact that he had given her that power only made her want him more. Despite his utterly distracting hand between her legs and the gasp and moans that escaped past her lips with each swipe of his thumb against her clit, Ria hadn’t forgotten his directions to the condoms. God, how could she when all she could think about now was having him buried deep inside her. “You shouldn’t give me directions and then distract me,” she admonished with a smirk, her body pressed against his as she reached for the drawer on the bedside table. Ria had absolutely no idea if she would manage to gather the condoms without removing herself from Luc’s touch, but she was going to try. “I have absolute confidence in your ability to multitask,” he breathed, picking up the pace. “Oh god,” Ria gasped out loudly as Luc hit just the right spot and her hips rocked against him, her quest for a condom waylaid for just a moment before her fingers wrapped around the familiar shape and she pulled it from the drawer. “Usted es irreal,” she exclaimed, her heated gaze meet Luc’s. Whatever image she had built up in her mind when it came to him was well and truly shattered by what he was like in the flesh. Luc was in a word everything she had hoped he would be and so, so much more. Ria’s hands made deft work of opening the small package and rolling the condom onto him, and when that was done she leaned in for another passionate, almost searing kiss. Anticipation was sparking through every nerve in her body, mingled with impatient and as she pulled back from the kiss there was an unspoken plea in her dark eyes as she ground herself against his hand. His touch as intoxicating, but she wanted more, and she didn’t think Luc would need to be asked to give it to her. With her fiery kiss still hot against his lips, Luc watched as Ria took him in her hands and angled him just where she wanted him. Once she positioned him just right, Luc removed his busy hand only long enough to hold hard onto her hips. With one swift thrust, Luc buried himself inside her. A string of unintelligible explicatives and compliments fell from his lips as enveloped him in her tight embrace. Luc returned his hand to her clit, working the sweet spot as Ria rode him with wild abandon. Luc didn’t know what was sexier: watching the point of contact as Ria drew herself up up and down his length or watching the range of sensations play across her gorgeous face as she did so. “God, Ria, don’t stop,” Luc all but begged, meeting her every movement with increasing urgency. Over the loud, uninhibited cries of their coupling, Luc could hear her moaned demands of him from earlier reverberating in his fevered mind. She said she wanted him to fuck </i>her</i> but Ria was doing all the heavy lifting; bucking on top of him with an intensity that was quickly bringing Luc to closer and closer to the edge. Her voiced desire ringing in his ears, Luc removed his hand from her center and gripped her ass with both hands. He shifted her position and arched himself enough that the friction between their bodies stimulated her clit and allowed him to increase and deepen each agonizing stoke. He wanted to feel her come undone, feel her shudder around him with all the passion he’d only seen from afar and with each snap of his hips he felt her get closer and closer until they were both on the precipice. “Come for me baby,” Luc groaned, feeling himself start to unravel. Every point of contact between them felt like it was electrified as they moved in rhythm. Ria’s own words mirrored the same kind of murmured compliments Luc was showering upon her. Every last pent up thought, desire and fantasy either of them had had over the last few months seemed to pour themselves into this moment as they moved wildly, almost frantically, together. Her heart was racing and her breathing was already uneven, her body inching closer and closer with each passing second, thrust and touch from Luc. He was unbelievable and some much more than she had ever expected. As Ria was just barely teetering on the edge of her own release, all it took was Luc asserting control again, changing their angle and pace and the four little words he groaned and Ria felt herself unravel. Luc continued to fuck her through it as her whole body felt like it clenched around him, the intensity of it white hot and woven through every fiber of her body until she found herself lying against Luc’s chest breathing heavy and feeling utterly boneless in the absolute best way possible. “God, you’re…” Ria trailed off as she pressed a kiss to his jaw and murmured. “Now it’s your turn.” Every small shift of Ria’s soft, pliant body against his felt magnified; from the press of her lips against his jaw, the quick rise and fall of her chest against his, the slight shift of her hips while he was still buried inside her. Luc had barely held onto his composure as Ria rode out her own climax but knowing she had gotten hers (twice), he knew he wouldn’t be far behind. “Kiss me,” Luc said raggedly, drawing her mouth to his. It was his last request; this was her show now and he was only too happy to let her lead him to his end. Her mouth felt hot against his and his hands, so sure and steady moments before, couldn’t keep still. He touched any part of her he could reach; his grip frantic, his movements frenzied. Ria knew exactly how to work his body and Luc couldn’t help the loud, uninhibited moans and spastic shudders she drew out of him as she took his entire length again and again. After what felt like months but had only been moments, Luc saw stars. When he was finally spent, he pulled Ria to his chest and held her there, trying to catch his breath. After a minute, she slipped her legs from over his hips to lay back on the bed while he cleaned up. After he had disposed of the condom, he flopped back onto the bed. Luc looked over at her and grinned. “Well then,” he said breathlessly. He felt sated, slightly shaky, and very very satisfied. He was never one for delayed gratification but he had to admit that having to wait this long to taste Ria in real life had been worth it. But, now that he had her, he couldn’t help but want more. “Are you hungry? There’s still dinner to consider. Or…” Luc hooked a leg over hers and started kissing her neck. He ran a hand over the silky fabric of her bustier and then to the soft, taut peak of her still hard nipple. He rubbed softly, feeling the pebbled flesh under the palm of his hand and gauged her reaction before he continued speaking. “Are you ready for round two?” His eyebrows raised with the question. Or was it a challenge? A soft moan was the first noise that slipped past Ria’s lips as she pressed into Luc’s touch, but the heated look in her gaze could have been all the answer he needed to his challenge -- and it was a challenge. “I’m hungry,” Ria started, her hands exploring every hard plan of his toned body, her nails dragged lightly across his skin as her fingertips ghosted over the muscles underneath. “But not for dinner.” After months of building up to this Ria wasn’t sure she would ever have her fill of Luc. At least he had in fact lived up to the hype, so to speak. “So, round two...” Ria trailed off, voice low and sultry as her hand moved lower down his body. Dinner would happen of course, sooner or later they would need a break. But Ria was more than content to delay that particular event, because for the moment she couldn’t imagine leaving the bed, couldn’t imagine not having Luc’s lips against her skin or his body pressed against hers. In terms of first dates, this one was definitely going to go down in history as one of the best Ria had ever had. |