Ryan Armsford (blindsides) wrote in thefield, @ 2009-08-08 12:38:00 |
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Current mood: | horny |
Entry tags: | delilah, ryan, z - 1st tribe - day 32 |
Sensitized
Who: Ryan and Delilah
When: morning
Where: on the way to the stream
Warnings: NSFW, baby
To say that Ryan had awakened feeling extremely peculiar was an understatement. To be honest, he felt almost stoned, like the time he'd experimentally taken a tab of E at a party back in New Orleans. To be perfectly blunt, he felt both stoned and horny, his skin overheated, his pupils dilated.
It hadn't occurred to him to ask Thorne or Ro if they were feeling strange. Instead he'd gotten up, gone to take care of personal needs and splash some water on his face and then gotten distracted on his way back by one of the bushes that was suddenly flowering everywhere. He was currently sitting on his knees staring at a flower that had just opened; it was fascinating how the little puff of pink stuff had wafted from it and floated through the air. He had one hand on his neck, rubbing at the skin right around his pulsepoint. For some reason his skin felt overly sensitive and he couldn't stop touching it, although that wasn't helping his overall condition of being almost painfully aroused.
Delilah had woken up, stretched, and almost immediately wanted to go skinny-dipping. She'd sat there a moment, in her lean-to, wondering at the strange feeling that was so familiar in her. Had she had some sexy dreams? Was that even possible in this place? It wasn't a bad feeling, regardless ... just one that made her kind of restless. She'd gotten up, eaten a quick breakfast of pesk eggs and flat bread, splashed her own face with water, then strapped her shoes on, intent on going to the spring and indulging that feeling under the surface of her skin. Humming slightly to herself, she headed out of camp with a smile on her face. She hadn't shaved her legs since she got there, she rarely felt really clean, but she felt ... sensual. And something to be desired. She spotted Ryan on her way and stopped, her smile broadening. "Good morning," she practically purred, making her way closer.
Ryan glanced over his shoulder when Delilah spoke, blinking at her and wondering why his heartbeat had picked up. "Mornin'," he said, his lightly accented voice husky. Ordinarily he would have felt strange to be caught just sitting on the grass staring at a bush, but he didn't feel the need to offer any explanations today. It was just so hot. Maybe that was all it was. It was hot, and he was rubbing his own skin because it felt so good. The presence of another person didn't make him stop, nor did he feel embarrassed. "Did you see the flowers?" It wasn't as if she could miss them, but speaking was like wading through a vat of molasses, the words slow and languorous, each one wanting to stick as it emerged from his lips.
If Delilah thought there was anything strange about Ryan sitting and staring at a flower while rubbing his neck, it didn't show. In fact, one of her hands came up to rub at the side of her own neck in a subconscious mimicry. It did indeed feel good. She came closer and knelt down next to him, on her knees in the purple grass and looking at the flowering bush. Now that she was down on her knees, the world felt wonderfully drifty. It was like being stoned, and she liked it. With a dreamy smile on her face, she leaned in to breathe in the scent of the heavy buds. "I see them," she murmured to Ryan, looking over at him once she'd had a big lungful. "They're beautiful." And so were Ryan's eyes. Without thinking too much -- or at all -- about it, she laid down on her side and put her head on his thigh, letting out a contented breath. "I feel odd today," she mumbled.
Any worries he might've had had faded into the background, into a place where they didn't matter at all. So far this was better than the most potent high he'd ever had, and it didn't occur to him to wonder where it had come from, why this was happening. That, too, didn't matter. When Delilah lay down with her head on his thigh, she became a blur, but Ryan could imagine her. Curly hair, high cheekbones, pretty eyes, nice legs. Maybe he was thinking about her legs because he knew she didn't have pants. "Mm-hmm, odd," he said, not sounding as if he minded. One of his hands threaded into her hair, wanting to feel the texture of it between his fingers. Maybe that could distract him from how overheated he felt and how much he'd like to strip off his tank top and pajama pants, just to cool off.
She hummed a pleased sort of sound as his fingers slipped into her hair. She loved to be petted, always had. And even though she was comfortable and drifty-feeling where she was, there was an almost itchy urge in her limbs to move. She curled one arm around Ryan's back and fisted her fingers in his shirt in a slow clench-release-clench-release rhythm. One hundred percent cotton was fabulous. Her legs moved, restless and lazy at the same time, rubbing against each other, then stretching out on the grass only to come together again. If she squeezed her thighs just right, it made the most delicious sensations. "It's like springtime," she murmured, slipping into Russian for the last word, only half aware she was speaking out loud at all.
He made a soft sound when she touched him, her fingers curling into his shirt and clenching there. He had no idea what to think about how sensitive he seemed to be today; the slightest touch seemed to send coils of sensation all through him. "Huh?" he murmured, not understanding the word she'd used. His fingers traveled from her hair down her jawline, tracing over it, feeling how soft her skin was. Her head on his thigh was a constant pressure, and he thought distantly that she'd better not turn around, or she'd get quite a surprise. Heh. Abruptly, he unclenched her fingers from the material of his tanktop and yanked it over his head, explaining his actions with the words, "I'm roastin'."
Delilah didn't bother to translate for him. His touch was making her forget everything anyway. That and the sudden removal of his shirt. Her hand moved right back to where it had been, contacting with skin this time and loving the feel of it. He was overheated, she was overheated, but that only made her want to get closer to him. She did turn, rolling her body onto her side, intent on burying her face in the firmness of his flat stomach. She wanted to feel it against her cheeks. Instead she encountered a different sort of firmness, covered in the cloth of his pants. She let out a light, musical laugh, and nuzzled his hard on like they were already acquainted. "Springtime, it's like springtime," she said at last, grinning up at him with mischief in her blue eyes. Not that he could see her, but still. She moved her head to tuck the obstacle underneath, then pressed her lips against his belly.
"Grahh," Ryan said, or something very like that, when she deliberately brushed against his erection through the cloth. There had to be something very wrong with him, he thought. Why else would he feel like he was about to come just from that slight pressure? He drew in a breath as she shifted higher, as her hot mouth pressed to his bare abdomen. It felt even better than her hands on his back had; every muscle was taut as he concentrated on the touch. He might not have been able to see her face clearly from where she was, but he could hear the mischief in her tone, and it made him smile. "If this is what springtime is like, sign me up every day," he said. "'Cause, damn." One hand grasped her head and the other traced patterns along her shoulder through the t-shirt she wore.
It didn't occur to Delilah to wonder what she was doing, seeing as how they'd only spoken a handful of times. All she really knew was that she liked Ryan, loved his accent, and he was completely edible to her at the moment. His fingers were making her shoulder tingle, which was spreading down her whole back and even lower. She'd woken up with lovely sensitivity between her legs already, and being that close to someone and being touched in any way was starting up a sweet ache. She moved and got an elbow underneath herself, and started to blaze a trail up his torso. His finely-made torso, she couldn't help but notice. Delilah kissed, licked, and nipped her way north, nuzzling briefly at his neck before she found his mouth. She claimed his lips like she'd been dying for it.
Ryan wasn't really thinking about what he was doing, either. Delilah was attractive and very sweet; he'd enjoyed talking to her the times he had thus far. They were friends, kind of like he was friends with Helena, Sophie, Jasper, Analiese. But he couldn't have denied that he was feeling more than friendly at the moment. He moaned softly as she licked at his skin, biting and nipping her way up his body, and when she fastened onto his mouth, he kissed her back just as feverishly. His eyes were closed tightly as he lost himself in sensation, as he settled back into a more comfortably seated position and tugged at her until she was straddling his lap, his fingers caressing one slim, bare thigh. He exhaled a choked sound into her mouth as her full weight pressed against him where he was the most sensitive; around them, pollen from the rampantly blooming bushes floated on the breeze.
She went more than willingly when he tugged on her, slinging one leg over his hips and settling right into place. It felt completely natural and like she belonged there. Delilah ground down against his arousal almost immediately, loving the feel of his hardness against her sensitive flesh. She pulled back from the kiss for oxygen, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth as she went. The lust was overpowering, encouraging her to reach between them, move what needed to be moved, and push him in deep. She hadn't ever felt like that so quickly before, it was bizarre. Or would've been, if she could think straight at all. Delilah realized she was roasting herself, and tugged her shirt up and off, tossing it to the side. Even the feel of her own curly hair tumbling down her back was delicious. She pressed their bare chests together, letting out a soft needy sound as she took up kissing him again.
The lust was unlike anything Ryan had ever experienced. He was reasonably free and easy, but most of the time he was laid-back enough that he'd never just pounce a woman he didn't know all that well like this. She was pouncing back, though, seemingly just as fired up as he was. He bucked his hips beneath her when she pressed down, shuddering and gasping for breath between deep, heated kisses. Then she pulled her shirt off and pressed herself against him, and he had even more wonderful sensory overload. His hands with their long sculptor's fingers wandered, tracing down her bare back and curving over the swell of her hips, then seizing them to rock her against his hardness. It felt like she was damp and slick beneath the panties she wore, and finally he slipped a finger beneath one legband to find out for sure. Mmm, yes. She was.
Every touch just made her crave more, more places, more pressure, more roughness. Delilah's breath caught and she groaned into his mouth as she felt his finger under her panties. She rotated her hips wantonly, almost as though she was trying to catch that one digit and get it inside herself. Which was exactly what she was doing, she just didn't really know it. She was dying for something, anything, and he felt more than ready himself. Biting at Ryan's lower lip again, she moved her hands to cup the sides of his jaw, pulling back just a bit. "Look at me," she murmured, still rocking firmly against him. She wanted him to see her, to fill his whole world as he was doing to her.
Ryan had been using his free hand to help himself wriggle out of his pajama pants, and he'd been partially successful-- well, the part that counted was uncovered, anyway. It didn't trouble him that the pj pants were around the tops of his thighs and his bare ass was pressed to the purple ground. Once he had that accomplished, he turned his complete attention back to what he was doing to Delilah, two fingers finally seating themselves deep inside her where she was so slick and hot. His breathing was labored as she grasped his face and asked her to look at him, and his blue eyes blinked open. He could see her clearly as close as she was, and she was beautiful. He smiled, his voice breathless as he inquired, "Wanna take these off?" Meaning her panties.
"God yes," she breathed back, as though she'd never heard a better idea in her life. She could feel the heat radiating off of his exposed cock, and wanting nothing more in the entire universe than to have it where his fingers were. If someone had offered her the chance to go home if she'd walk away from him just then, she probably wouldn't have done it. She had to move, however, and she sat back and got her knees under her more again, half moving off of him and trying to thumb her underwear off. She got tangled up somehow and ended up falling over on her side with breathless giggles, finally kicking the cloth off. She grabbed his arm and started to pull him down with her, murmuring a mix of endearments and wanton obscenities in Ukrainian.
Ryan took advantage of the opportunity to get his pants the rest of the way off, leaving them tangled in a ball with his Crocs somewhere in the middle. Once he'd gotten everything out of his way, he yielded to Delilah's tug on his arm, not caring in the slightest that it was broad daylight and anyone could walk up on them at any second. "That is so fucking hot," he rasped, meaning the way she was speaking to him in a language he didn't know. Without preamble he grabbed one of her knees and shoved it up to his hip and thrust himself between her legs, freezing in place as soon as he was fully seated inside her. He tried to breathe, tried not to move, tried to hold himself together. He wasn't sure he'd ever been this turned on before.
This was how nature intended it. Completely naked and out in the open. Delilah loved it, wanted to do this all day, every day. What else were they made for, after all? She positioned herself in a good spot for him, and couldn't stop the cry that came out of her throat as he thrusted in. She was physically prepared to take him, but not really prepared for how good it felt. Delilah felt her muscles tensing up, and before she realized what was happening, she was climaxing, just from that. He didn't even have to move. Legs locked tight around Ryan's waist and she squeezed against him as hard as she could, upper back arching up off the ground as she groaned and gasped for air, her hands making fists in the purple grass.
The arch of her back, the tight clench of her muscles around him, the rush of her climax and the sounds she made instantly spurred him into almost dizzying orgasm. "Fuuuuuck," he breathed as he shuddered and twitched and gasped, one of his hands tangling in her hair to pull her head back so he could bury his face in her neck. He panted hot breaths against the dewy skin there, his eyes mostly closed as he savored how good he felt. Good, and yet strangely he didn't feel quite done. He felt like he wanted more; he'd only partially softened inside her. Ryan trailed his mouth up her jaw until he'd found her lips and kissed her thoroughly, not moving otherwise.
The rough tug on her hair sent lightning bolts of pleasure straight through Delilah and she gave another gaspy groan. She'd never come so fast in her life, and she'd never been one to have multiple orgasms, but she felt far from done. Her arms slid up around Ryan, nails digging into his shoulder a bit as she kissed him back with feverish intensity. She wanted to get him riled again, get him moving. He felt wonderful where he was, but he wasn't fucking her, and it was like suffocating. She rocked against him just a bit, impatiently.
It didn't take him long. Ryan was twenty-four, and thus didn't need much recovery time at all. The light sting of her nails in his skin, the heated kisses they were exchanging had him swelling inside her again. Oh... yes. It was just as intense as if he hadn't climaxed only minutes before, and Ryan pounded into her with enthusiasm and vigor, one hand still clenched in her hair. He had to tear his mouth away to breathe, and he gasped and moaned and sighed, his eyes half-open so he could watch the nuances of expression crossing her face. Had sex ever felt this good before? This was so good he wanted to keep doing it all day long.
Delilah felt completely out of her mind with pleasure, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She felt every tiny nanometer of his growth as he got hard again, as though every nerve in her body was cranked up past ten. She pulled a bit against his hand in her hair, not to get away but just to feel it. Her body writhed under him against every delicious thrust, and she was fighting for breath just as much as he was. Blue eyes cracked just enough to look back at him, she raked her nails down his strong back, absolutely loving the resistant feeling of muscle under skin. She gasped and arched again as he hit a particularly good spot, groaning his name as she exhaled.
Every inch of Ryan's skin felt sensitized, overly charged. Even the blazing white sun beating down on his shoulders and back seemed to caress him like the lightest of touches. He felt almost desperate to come, and yet at the same time he didn't want to, because every second of this was bliss... and what if he still remained unsated? He should slow down, try to make it last, but he was to a point where he didn't think that would work. He was hanging on the edge with each thrust, and finally he groaned, "Delilah... think I'm gonna--." Just then she raked her nails down his back, and that did it. His head snapped back, and the best description of the sound he made as he started to spurt inside her was a shout. Fuck if this wasn't one of the most amazing things ever to happen to him.
She was right there with him, and had the strangest sense that she was climaxing because he was. That brain-stem knowledge that he was filling her with himself, and the satisfaction of knowing that she pushed him to that point ... it was more than enough to send her flying again. The second was more powerful than the first, if such a thing were possible, and she cried out along with him, clinging and grinding as she strained against his fist in her hair. The air felt like honey in her lungs, and her vision swam with stars. Until it faded briefly into black as consciousness left her for a moment, swept away by the sensation overload. Her eyes slipped closed and she gradually started to untense.
Ryan's weight on her was probably too heavy, but for the first minute or so, he literally couldn't move. He was a puddle of bliss, his back stinging, his lungs straining to pull in air that felt too hot and close, sweat running from his temples into his eyes. Finally he gathered himself enough to slide out of her and shift onto his side, wiping sweat off of his forehead and then squinting his eyes open. He got his fingers unwrapped from her hair and pushed it gently away from her face as if in mute apology and stretched one arm out upon which to pillow his head. He blew a stream of cool air on her damp neck, still feeling almost dizzy from the heat and the exertion of energy. Very slowly and gradually, his respiration began to slow down.
Delilah wasn't out for very long, thankfully. As his satisfying weight moved away from her, she stirred a bit, murmuring something unintelligible. The cool air made her sigh and turn her head toward him, eyes cracking open. Pink pollen clung to her hair and all over her skin and she couldn't care less. She'd never felt so good, even though her head was still swimming. With a soft smile, she rolled onto her own side, fingers drifting lazily across his chest. Some distant part of her brain said she should probably say something, but nothing was coming to her. So she just gazed at him with that stoned-happy smile.
Ryan hadn't realized that she'd actually blacked out for a few moments. He figured she was just as overexerted and overwhelmed as he was. Overwhelmed in a good way, of course. He couldn't come up with any words, either, and it wasn't because he'd randomly had hot and sizzling sex with a woman he didn't know all that well. Of course, that wasn't really a problem for him. He hadn't known Thorne very well either the first time they'd hooked up. No, words just didn't seem all that necessary. "'S hot," he managed finally, his voice sounding very hoarse. "Should we go find some water to get in?"
"Mmmm," she hummed, agreeing wholeheartedly there. That would just require actually getting up. Everything was still wonderfully throbby, her heartbeat loud in every blood vessel. She took in a deep breath of the thick air and got an elbow under herself, halfway sitting up. Every little bit was progress, right? Eventually she was actually on her own two feet, though it was a bit wobbly. " ... I have no idea where my clothes got off to," she murmured with a faint chuckle, looking around herself. She spotted them after a second, half-buried in the pink fluffy pollen. Delilah managed to get her t-shirt on, but that was about all she had the energy for.
"Why bother?" Ryan wanted to know, a wicked smirk on his face. "We've been naked for half an hour already." And he'd clearly heard a startled gasp as someone had approached them, though he had no clue who it might have been. He'd been... busy. He hauled himself to his feet and hunted around for his clothes, shaking his Crocs out of the hems of his pj pants and reluctantly pulling the pants on. He stuck his feet into the shoes and picked up the tank top, since it was perfectly okay for him to walk around without a shirt on. He would've helped hunt for Delilah's panties, but she'd be able to see them a heck of a lot better than he would, so he didn't.
She located the underwear and just picked them up, stuffing them into one of the shoes in her hands. They needed to be washed. Everything needed to be washed, herself included. Herself especially. Delilah looked over at him, a little smirk on her face. It was slightly disappointing to see him in pants again, but if they were getting into water ... "Shall we then?" she said, slipping her free arm through his. She certainly didn't mind leading the way, aware he probably couldn't see well. It was bright out. "I must say, I'm looking forward to getting you naked again already," she purred, perching her chin on Ryan's shoulder for a second to smile at him. Yes, delicious.
"We shall," Ryan drawled, feeling his skin begin to tingle all over again at her touch. He was really hoping it wasn't far to the nearest water; by the time they got there, he should be recovered enough to help her wash herself. Thoroughly. Hopefully using his tongue. He'd been told numerous times that his tongue stud was excellent for, uh, washing. "Maybe we should spend the whole day naked," he suggested. "Ya know, it's hot." Lamest pick-up line ever! Not that he seemed to need one, but... yeah.
"Best idea I've ever heard," Delilah said happily, completely forgetting in her haze that there were children in the camp. Not that they'd be spending a lot of time actually in the camp. She hoped not, anyway. Despite the pollen clinging to him, Delilah bit the swell of his shoulder playfully and then pulled away to start to lead him toward water. She could feel wetness leaking down the insides of her thighs, and it was time to get clean. Even if it was only to get dirty all over again.