Cumbersome Affair || Priya Jul 25, 2014 17:45:19 GMT -4
Post by Talon Pierce on Jul 25, 2014 17:45:19 GMT -4
Talon was a bit surprised when she moved to stand, his eyes following her carefully as if he was half expecting her to throw him out. Of course, it wouldn't have made any sense, especially since she had just asked him to call her by her real name, but there were still those lingering bits of insecurity that he was not all that accustomed to feeling. If he had it his way, he would have banished away all the doubts, all the uncertainties. He couldn't though, and so when she began to move, he just held his breath and hoped for the best. More than pleasantly surprised when her hand reached out and caressed his face.
The feel of her fingers traveling along his jawline, angling her head upward so that he could look at her as she stood there looking down at him. Then, when she leaned in and kissed him, he felt his heart skip a beat. It might have been a brief kiss, but it was more than enough to get that fire inside of him burning like it had not burned since the night they had met at the airport. It was the first real sense of excitement he had experienced since he had kissed her there, since he had run his hands over her petite frame.... making him want and crave more and more of her.
Unfortunately, she pulled away not long afterward, and for a split second he thought that that was it. But then, she surprised him once more by telling him that her room was upstairs and that she promised she wouldn't pass out this time. It was a clear invitation, and though he knew on some level that he should have said they could wait, that he didn't need to do that right now, he found himself smiling slightly as he rose to stand. Now towering over her, his hand cupped her cheek as the tips of his fingers caressed her flesh. "Nice and slow, alright?" He nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips to her's this time adding a bit more pressure, a bit more desire.
He held the kiss for a few seconds, before he would stop and then bend down, scooping her up into his arms so that one rested on her back and the other hooked beneath her knees. Tilting his head as he began to move, having seen the stairs on his way in, he would deliver a few slow, gentle kisses along her neck, leading his way upward toward her earlobe. He would then capture it between his teeth, nibbling ever so lightly upon it as he reached the stairs. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..." A slow, husky whisper against her ear as his hand on her side -the arm that was wrapped around her back- began to gently knead and caress her flesh through that sweater she wore.
As his feet carried them up the stairs, there would be a very distinct thud that came from his boots on the wooden stairs. He was able to be quiet, but at the moment, his focus was on her and nothing else. His nose slowly dragging along her jawline, breathing in her scent and allowing a very apparent shudder to race down his spine. He had missed the scent of her, the feel of her in his arms, and now that he had her there, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would do whatever was in his power to keep her safe and to make her happy. A brand new sense of purpose overcoming the Reaver and driving his arms to embrace her just a little tighter, though, never enough to hurt her or cause her any discomfort whatsoever.
As the entered the bedroom, it was not hard for him to spot the bed, carrying her over to it and then bending down to lay her upon it just a gently as he had been when he picked her up. The front of his legs brushing against the edge of the mattress, he stood upright and allowed himself the chance to drink in her appearance. She looked so stunning, with that sweater sliding off of her shoulder and the way her dark hair pooled beneath her as she lay there looking absolutely ravishing. "If you could only see how absolutely breathtaking you are..." That charming smirk crossing his lips as he leaned in, his hands slowly sliding along her thighs, savoring the feel of her before he inched forward, settling his knees onto the bed. Then, with a firm tug, he gripped her thighs and pulled her into him, wrapping her legs around his hips as his eyes met her own.
"Tell me what you want me to do....Mistress." That husky, sultry tone given in a gentle growl of pleasure as he ran his hands downward toward her hips. He could think of a wide array of things he wanted to do to her, but he would remain still for now, simply feeling her out with his hands and savoring the warmth of her pressed against him. He wanted her to know he meant anything he had said, that he would do anything for her and that he didn't mind being bossed around. More than that though, he wanted to make her comfortable with what they were doing, and he figured, if he gave her control...at least over part of it...that it would at least help a little. Even if it was taking everything he had not to lean in and ravage her right then and there.