girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[it could be interpreted as some kind of threat, but oh god does she know it's a delicious kind of promise that she's looking forward to his keeping even as she tugs him gently toward the edge of the bed. she stops there to touch him again, her own hands going to his hips, admiring with her hands how wide they are. he's thick - not just between his thighs - but everywhere and she leans in to run her hands over the curve of his ass.

a kiss is pressed to the place near his heart because she's feeling slightly sentimental. what he considers to be a disaster in the making she knows will be, but she's not going to face those regrets just yet. instead, she turns her back to him, still on her feet, only facing the bed now. taking one of his hands, she guides it back to her breast, the one he's neglected, the other goes to her hip - maybe a little lower.

she can feel his cock brush against her backside and she arches into it just a little, her hair between them tickling her back and possibly his chest.]

[Those soft lips press against his skin, against the place where his heart beats so strongly - and he can feel it skip a beat at her touch, before fluttering back to life in a more rapid, pounding rhythm. This is where he should stop her, this is where he should tell her they've crossed a line. That his heart - their hearts have nothing to do with seduction, with sex, with what is currently taking place.

But he doesn't, because the disaster has already begun and the rot will set in soon and they might as well enjoy this while they can.

His hand works her breast, alternating between soft squeezes and teasing her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger before circling around it slowly. His other hand slips downwards from her hip to her heat, slips back her slick outer walls to slide two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out in a perfect mimicry of what he desires to do with the thick cock currently straining against his stomach.

Lips ghost over the sensitive flesh of her neck, teeth sinking into a pulse point as he works her.]

[it's a tenderness she can hardly afford when her heart is so close to being shattered by emotion as it is, but she arches into his touch and even brings her hands up to hold his close to her body, encouraging him to continue. she can't help the reactions, aware that she's warm and soft to the touch, her breathing rapid as he draws the pleasure from her with just his hands.

she tilts her head to give him better access to the bare skin there, sighing her happiness with the way his mouth feels. rocking against his fingers, felicity tightens against them, also mimicking what she's going to do once he's buried as deep inside her as he can go.

a quiet whisper of his name:] Ezio--

[because she wants him to know that she's so ready for him. he can feel how wet she is and she knows how hard he is. holding his hands allows her to ensure that he continues rather than simply teases her and she doesn't stop there, finally whimpering as his fingers draw another response from her.]

[She says his name, breathes it to life on the quietest whisper and it sends a spark of electric heat dancing along the length of his spine. Sends his hips rolling forward in a desperate movement, their bodies providing just enough friction to soothe the burning need. She's so slick and ready, all welcomed heat and tight walls that spasm around his fingers perfectly.

A soft sound of his own falls from deep with his throat as he slips them from her, both hands going to her hips as he moves her, positioning her until he can line up the weeping head of his cock with her entrance. Until he can slip inside, maddeningly slow, inch by inch until he bottoms out.]

[there is nothing about him that doesn't fit against her body perfectly. his hands had taken her breasts in full, his fingers had stroked her in a dizzingly perfect way and now this. his cock fills her and she feels every inch as he pushes inside her, closing her eyes to savor the sensation of being filled by the same hardness she'd teased with her fingertips. she can picture it in her mind, the knowledge that he's inside her causes her to tighten around him involuntarily as she catches her breath.

bracing herself on the mattress, first with the palms of her hands, then lowering herself onto her elbows, felicity drops her forehead to the bed, then tips it to the side, blonde hair spilling down her back and onto her face. she pushes it back, then looks over her shoulder at him, eyes darkening with lust. her breathing is quickened and she's practically panting as she eases back to fuck herself against his cock, hoping he doesn't hold back.]

[Air catches painfully within his lungs as he tries to force himself to be patient, to wait for her to adjust herself, to not just drive into her with wild abandon. Wide hands smooth down over her back as she lowers herself onto the mattress, sliding into long blonde hair and tangling, pulling lightly, just enough to cause a light jolt of pain. While the other goes to her thigh, nails digging into the skin before placing a gentle slap on one ass cheek and then the other.

Until she drives herself back, fucking herself on his length and he reaches for her arms, taking both of them and tugging, lifting her up and suspending her above inches above the bed. It changes the angle in which he leaves and enters her, allows him to go deeper with each thrust, until the sound of skin slapping against skin and her name falling from his lips filled the room.]

[it's been way too long since someone's been just rough enough with her to force the pleasure through her with a little bit of pain. this is what she misses, something that takes her outside the role of the good girl and she responds to the slap with a cry that tells ezio just how much she likes it, echoing the sound when he does it again to the other side. there's no resistance at all to his pulling her arms back, the resulting brush of her nipples against the cotton of the sheets almost unbearably arousing. if she wasn't used to a little big of friction and a bit of tugging on them, she might have objected. as it is, she's so turned on by how he's holding her just off the bed that she's dripping.

it'll be so easy to get addicted, something she knows she can't afford just as much as she knows she can't avoid it. she doesn't want to.

the sound of their fucking, the sound of his cock as it thrusts in and out of her body goes just in time with the way he says her name and she finally gives in, whimpering along with him. soft sounds at first until she's actively moaning for him to move deeper and harder. ]

[Ezio knows how to be sweet, how to be kind and gentle. How to make love slowly, passionately. But it was crystal clear that wasn't what she needed, what she wanted. No, everything about her body was begging to be fucked, to be taken roughly, to have her hair pulled and her ass slapped, for marks to be left upon her skin. For her to be left tried and sated and sore in all the best ways.

Her voice lifted beautifully, moans of his name, soft request for him to go deeper, to go harder, and he answered in kind, widening his stand just enough to put even more power behind each thrust. To make each one long and deep, bottoming out within her dripping walls before pulling out until nothing but the tip of his thick cock remained inside her.

His grip on her tightens, wrapping one hand around both her wrist, leaving the other free to smooth along the line of her back, to dig blunt nails into her hip, to tangle into her hair and tug. To slap her ass as it bounces for him.]

[perhaps she'd gotten too caught up in her emotions when she'd touched him, allowed herself to kiss him, even asked him to come see her. if she'd then followed it up with something soft and tender and full of even more emotions - something face to face - there would have been no coming back. as it is, she knows this changes things in a way she can't examine too deeply, not now.

instead, she focuses on how it feels to have him so deep inside her that she feels every inch bottom out inside her, touching her deeper than anyone has in months. that's why she's moaning, writhing against him as she works back against him, begging him for more. when that more comes, she's not prepared.

the slap to her bare skin is rewarded with the sharp cry of his name and a quiet, 'again' as she arches her back for him. Her shoulders will be sore later, but it'll be worth it. The orgasm she's reaching for is there, low in her core, and she knows it's going to hit with an intensity she's been waiting for for a long, long time.]

[It was better this way. Better if they could come away from this calling it what it appeared to be. Him giving her something she needed, something she'd waited far too long for. Nothing more and nothing less. No feelings involved past those of a blossoming friendship. The truth could lie within the darkness and never be exposed, so long as neither of them ever brought it to the light.

Again. Begging had never sounded as sweet as it does coming from her lips, his name sounding in her voice as she arches for him. And he gives in easily, open palm coming down upon her flesh a little harsher, leaving a bright pink imprint behind before delivering a second directly after. Fingers gripped her hip, squeezing once, twice, using the hold to help guide her backwards.

He can feel how close she is, how her walls tighten and flex around him as he drives into her. Leaning down, his hand smoothes over her back, pushing messy blond hair over one shoulder, leaving him free to whisper into her ear.]

You feel so good, Felicity. But you'll feel even better after you come for me.

[that darkness was more than what he was giving her here, more than what she craved from him, more than the addiction he was feeding now. it was something delicate and soft, something that defied the word darkness, even if it belonged there, and she ached with it even as his hand came down against her skin, she felt it there, simmering, deep inside her. it was there, something she couldn't give words to, wasn't allowed to acknowledge, but it was there.

his hands over her skin set her on fire as she becomes brightly aware that she's going to do exactly as he claims and come just for him.] Yes...

[it's a soft whimper, it's followed by his name and a whine of desire, her movements speeding up as much as they can.] God, Ezio, please. I need this. I need--

[though as soon as she says it, she comes in a spectacular display of tightening muscles and low moans of his name and how good he is, her body fucking back against him until she can't anymore and the only thing holding her up is his grip on her wrists.]

[Acknowledging it would make it real, would give life to something that neither of them were in a position to accept. It was soft and precious, like the gentle flapping of a butterflied wing, brittle and far too easily damaged.

This was going to end up in disaster, he could already feel it, bone deep and in every part of his heart and soul.

It's like watching a fire work explode, all bright, beautiful lights as she comes for him, muscles tightening around his cock, pumping him for all it's worth. Hips rock back, until she's fucking herself on his length, so wet she's dripping onto the mattress with each movement.

Only once she'd gone slack does he shift, slipping from her slowly, instantly missing that tight, wet heat. But she had been so good, had come for him practically on demand. She deserved this.

Hands go to her hips, slowly pushing and lifting until he's rolling her onto her back, positioning her perfectly, allowing him to climb into the bed before her, weight resting on his knees. Dragging her by the legs, spreading them around his hips, he takes himself in hand and guides the thick head back to her entrance, sliding inside slowly, inch by teasing inch.]

[in the same way he misses the way she feels around him, the moment he pulls out of her, she feels empty, like a piece of her is missing. she's sated but not at all done; there's a feeling in her that this could (and should) go one for hours and her body objects to his moving away. she can feel his hands on her and she smiles to herself as he shifts her position on the bed. her skin still stings lightly where he'd spanked her and it's the most delicious feeling, something new that she's going to enjoy for as long as it's there.

on her back, she looks up at him through half-closed eyes, a smile on her face that's all pleasure and relief; that was so good, it says without words, even as he pulls her hips close again. her head drops back, her motuh opening just a little as he fills her again. it's exquisite, the way he fills her, and her expression tells him so. this is something she's not going to get tired of. ever.

delicate and precious and something they're not in a position to accept, perhaps not even here in their most intimate times, but felicity takes that moment - where he's between her legs and she can watch him enter her, to savor that feeling. to let him know just how he affects her on a level that no one really has, and brushes her fingertips over his where they're holding her. it's a silent communication for this what they're barely noticing and not admitting. it's there, she feels it, and wants him to know that she feels it, too.]

[Golden brown eyes darkened to deep amber watch her face as he slips inside of her, as each inch disappears inside her tight entrance. Fingers move down the length of her thigh, pausing at the knee before wrapping it her leg around his waist, keeping their bodies and close and tight. The other stays at her hip, giving her support as his own begin to move, long, slow thrust. In and out. In until his balls slapping against her and out until the tip slips from her and he had to enter her all over again.

His hand goes to her breast, cupping the soft mound and massaging, thumb circling the hardened peak of her nipple before moving to the other, squeezing and tugging. He's not even close to being finished with her, all of the ways he wants to take her constantly flowing through his mind, all of the things he could do to her body, all of the ways he could bring her pleasure.

Slender fingers brush against her own, and without even thinking he slips them together, intertwining them, holding them above their bodies as he works her.]

[he picks up where they'd left off and felicity's eyes drift shut as she pictures what it must look like; all strength and muscles as he moves against her and her blonde hair splayed out on the bed as the press of his hips moves her body back and forth across the bed. this is what she's needed, a thorough sexing up, and she's still so turned on that she's aware of the sounds their bodies make as much as he is. so wet, so eager for all of him as he thrusts inside her, though she furrows her brows every time he pulls back.

her fingers tighten against his and she lifts her hips to contribute to the way he's fucking her, then brings her own hand up to her breasts, pulling at her nipple, sighing at the pleasure it gives her. she could do this all night, she thinks, until he's tied or comes or wants to stop.]

So good.

[She's quiet as she says it, but she needs him to know that it's not all the hard stuff she wants. This is perfectly acceptable, too. She's had sex recently, but this makes her feel like she's been sex starved until this moment.]

[There is nothing in the world that could make him stop. Someone could burst into the room at that very second and he would continue to be balls deep inside her, no matter who it was.

Especially when her hips lift to meet his, changing the angle of his thrust just enough to make each one deeper, gives him enough leverage to pound into her harder, until he can feel the first trickles of that telltale heat pooling low in his belly. Especially when her own hands are on her breast, tugging and sighing at the contact, at the sensations it gives her.

She's insanely beautiful like this, all spread out before him, giving herself over entirely to the pleasure, giving herself over entirely to him.]

Sei così bello.

[The words fall from his lips in his native tongue, hands sliding along the length of one thigh, squeezing the supple flesh as though he were worshipping it. As though he couldn't bear not touching her in some way, despite the way their bodies were currently so intimately connected.]

[Everything about what he's doing is going to send her over the edge again, she knows it as solidly as she knows how to build a computer from scratch. The thickness of his cock as it fills her with every smooth thrust is addicting and she's stretched around him even as she feels her body clench down tighter in an attempt to keep him deep inside her as he pulls back. It's a give and release and Felicity moans his name freely as he pushes inside her, arching her back as she does so.

The sound of his voice sends a shiver through her, goosebumps breaking out over her skin, the language and accent arousing her even further; she's not ashamed of it, either, opening her eyes to look at him from where she's open beneath him, biting her bottom lip, sucking it in before releasing it and nodding, agreeing to whatever he's said. It doesn't matter, she wants what he wants in that moment, no matter what it is. Everything in this moment is for them and she wants this so much she's craving his release as much as he is.

Silently urging him to touch her more, she shifts her body into his touch and murmurs a quiet:] Yes, Ezio. Please...

[Everything about him becomes lost to her the moment she speaks his name. When her eyes slip open and she looks at him, swollen bottom lip trapped between her teeth and slowly releasing and all he can focus on is her mouth.

He hasn't even kissed her.

That thought breaks through the cloudy haze of lust and pleasure that had fallen over his mind, a silent, unwanted reminder of why they shouldn't be doing this. Of why he hasn't kissed her. Of how that would be too intimate, too close to what they're both trying to stamp down and hide.

She saves him from drowning in that thought as her body shifts, and his eyes roam over the expanse of her, a thrill of electric heat flowing down the length of his spine at how she's spread open for him. By how much she wants this, by how much she wants him. Fingers grasp her thigh, tightening and releasing in time with his thrust, until there will bruises left on the pale flesh come morning.

He's so close, the pressure building deep within him, threatening to spill over at any moment.]

[Everything in her is working him toward that release, coaxing him with her entire body to give in, to come inside her and let that heat push her over the edge with him. She wants to feel it with him, to be the one that leads him to the edge and shoves him over it, to hear him lose control as he hovers over her, contemplating the beauty of his choices.

Whatever they should or should not be doing, they're here now and she has no regrets. The bruises will be there as reminders of what she's done, yes, but even after they fade, she'll remember what it felt like to do this. To have him so deep inside her it felt like he was touching more than just her body.

She wants to tell him she's close again, but he can probably tell. Felicity has the distinct feeling that Ezio now knows as much about her body as she does. That he'll be able to draw responses from her just from looking at her.

It's not a bad thing, necessarily, she thinks.

The hand she'd been using to tease herself goes to the blankets at her side and she clutches at them for purchase, fully aware that she's going to fall through the bed when she comes again. The other clings to his wrist, holding tightly to him so that if she does fall, he'll fall with her.]

[He knows. Can tell by the way she tightens around him so beautifully how close she is. By the way she's milking him, begging for his release without ever saying a single word. They're going to fall, going to go careening over that ledge in a matter of seconds, of heart beats, and it's as impossible to stop as it would be to quit breathing.

Muscles coil, constrict almost painfully as his hips work, thrusting forward and back, in and out, losing their previous rhythm and giving in to the desires of his body. Breath hitches within his chest, catching in his throat as he feels that thread stretch to it's limit and finally snap so pleasantly.

Hips crash against hers as he buries himself balls deep, finally letting go within her tight heat, release pumping into her in thick, long ribbons until he's utterly spent and there's nothing left to give. A mantra of her name and random words spoken in his own language fall from his lips as his head falls back, nails digging into her flesh where he's holding her.

It shouldn't feel this good, shouldn't feel like his entire body is alive and singing with pleasure. Shouldn't feel like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. Shouldn't feel like he can't keep his hips from rolling is slow circles, giving her everything, every part of him until it all belongs to her.

But it does, and he wouldn't stop it even if he could.]

[That pure heat he pours into her sends Felicity tumbling over that edge with him, her second climax no less intense than the first. Nails dig into the tender skin at his wrist and she arches her back as her muscles spasm around the length of his cock. She rides his thrusts hard, determined to feel every last inch, savoring the way he loses that rhythm and the soaking in the sting of his fingers against her body.

Breathless with satisfaction, Felicity drinks in the way he says her name and the various other tidbits of language that come from his lips, concentrating more on the stroke she's sure she's going to have, her own heart is pounding so hard. It takes her a moment to relax, but when she does, she becomes nearly boneless beneath him, sinking into the bed. Her hold on him lessens and she eases off the covers, too.]

I need to learn Italian.

[It's practically conversational, but extremely quiet, as she finally drops her head to the side and tries her best to catch her breath. Even as she's attempting to calm her body, it's still clenching around his body, working through the last of her orgasm.]

[Those words sound so very strange and out of place, so at odds with the way she's still spasming around him, milking his cock for every last drop. It's so quiet, spoken as if they're having a pleasant conversation instead of fucking each other's brains out.

But it brings him back down to earth, slowly disipates the cloud of pleasure he had been floating upon. Gravity takes its hold, leaving his muscles feeling loose and sated, entire body thoroughly satisfied. A smile crosses his features as he finally begins to still, cock now flaccid and empty inside her.]

Perhaps I should teach you.

[There's a smile playing over his lips now, as he reaches between them and slowly begins to guide himself from her. A soft sigh falls from those same lips, half disappointment at the loss of their connection and half pleasured whimper.

He looks at her, eyes roaming over every inch of her, taking in the way she's still so bare, so open all spread out before him. Slowly, carefully, he shifts forward, lowering himself onto her until his weight is resting upon his elbows and their bodies are pressed pleasantly together.

Nudging his nose against her own, his teeth sink into the full bottom as if he's contemplating finally giving in and taking the last thing he hasn't had from her.]

[The expression on his face, that smile, does things to her insides that he has no business doing and it's as he pulls out that she closes her eyes to savor that last little moment of having him inside her. There's a soft sound as he breaks that connection, a whimper of discontent as her brow furrows, but when she opens her eyes to look at him again, her eyes are full of tenderness and honesty.]

I wouldn't say no.

[A second language to ramble it, perfect.

He moves closer and she tips her chin up to allow for the nuzzling, tipping her face closer so that she can nudge him back. He's so close, pressed tighter against her now than he was while he was inside her, and she runs her hand along his side, nails dragging gently. It's a light tease, but she brushes her lips against his cheeks, simply because she can, her stomach tight with anticipation.

He still hasn't kissed her.

It will change things again, she knows it, and yet? She wants him to. To finish what they've started, even more than just the sex.]

[It's already too late. They'll never be finished with what they've started. Even if he kisses her now, here when it's supposed to be over, it won't be some final hurrah that will suddenly mark an ending to what's transpired.

No, all it will mark is the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another when the story should have already been cut short. When he should, could get up and walk away.

But he doesn't.

Instead he breathes her in, takes in the way her fingers feel against his skin, the way her heart beats against his chest. Instead he finally dips inwards, finally closes that last bit of space between them. Finally let's his lips brush against hers, soft and barely there, but it's enough for something to spark. Something deep and undeniable and he's knows they both know it's there.]

[Sex can always be just sex, but there's something about a kiss, especially a kiss that involves touching and breathing, and the sounds of hearts beating that makes things a million times more intimate. He'd literally been inside her body, but this feels as if he's a part of her, as well, and she lets the kiss begin softly before she opens her mouth against his, tasting his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

It's there, she can feel it in a place she won't identify for anyone else, but it's there. Even here, with him, she won't vocalize it, but as she kiss deepens, so does that, and she brings her hand up to place her fingertips at the edge of his beard, teasing the edges gently, as if she's memorizing the way he feels, the way his kiss feels.

She is.

Giving in, she hums a kind of delight into what they're doing, her other hand solidifying its hold on his body, the rest of her making room for him even more comfortably between her thighs. She could let this continue for the rest of the evening, she's sure of it.]

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