girlwednesday | DUPLICITY → CONTACT

[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.]

[Sex could just be sex and a kiss could just be a kiss.

But this wasn't just sex and this wasn't just a kiss and he had known it from the moment he had come to her. From the moment he had pressed his body against her and felt her heartbeat. This was never going to just be sex, or just be a kiss. There was always going to be something deeper there, simmering hidden just beneath the surface. Something that neither of them would ever speak of, would ever allow to see the light, but they would both always know it was there, always waiting in the wings, dangerous and close.

Here, nestled in the space between her thighs, with her hands moving over him with gentle waves of affection, it was easy to let go of that control, to allow himself to get lost in that something. To pour it into their kiss, to taste her mouth, to sink his teeth into her swollen bottom lip and tug. To suck away the ache, to soothe the bite. To run his hands down her sides, to bring one up to tangle in her hair. Slow and sensual, as though he's finally giving her everything, giving her all of himself, everything that he had been holding back even when he had been inside of her.]

[What could have been passed off as a mistake will now be solidified as a habit; he's addicting and she's not going to be able to let this go. As his mouth moves over hers, she memorizes the way he kisses her, something that she has no business doing. The way his hands feel will fuel her dreams for a very long time and she arches into that touch, still moving under him as if he's going to start all over again.

She hopes he does.

There's nothing in that moment she wants more than to be unable to walk in the morning. She wants it more than she wants to breathe. She wants him to roll her back over, leave another set of handprints on her ass and push into her again and again until she's unable to remember her own name. Until she's so exhausted she can't remember what it was that started this whole evening.

Right now? She does. She remembers the video he sent and the way it sounded when he moaned her name. Now she's heard it in person and it's seared there, in her memory, forever. She'll definitely have to return the favor. For now, though, she'll lift her hips against his and kiss him deeply, silently begging him to continue, if he can.]

[There is absolutely nothing that he wants more than to leave her sore and bruised, leaver her bearing his marks for days to come. To make it so she can barely move once the light of day comes and he's forced to leave her side.

But he's not a young man anymore, and there are certain limitations to what even he's capable of. But having that knowledge gives him a certain advantage, means that he know how long it will be before he'll be capable of going again and how to keep her satisfied in the meantime.

Arms wrap around her tightly, holding her to his chest as he rolls them, feeling the soft mattress give way as he comes to rest upon his back, placing her on top. With both hands now free he let's them roam over her body, trailing down the length of her back to grab her ass, before placing another slap against it.]

[the sudden change in position causes a gasp and a small sound of surprise and then she's upright and on top and it dawns on her how truly big he is. looking down on him from this angle gives her a view that's really quite fantastic, even if she feels a little exposed.

still, he wouldn't be here if he didn't want to be and she arches her back slightly, ignoring the way her cheeks pink up and the rest of her body takes on a similar flush, aware that he can see her entire body just like this.]

I like that. Do it again.

[she gives the order without really thinking about it, the sting on her backside warming it nicely.]

[Everything about her is flawless from his point of view, her pale skin flushed from their previous activities, marks from his hands and mouth blossoming along her body. She was exactly what a woman should be in his time, and he was thoroughly enjoying the view this position provided him.

A smug sort of smirk tugged at his lips as his hand came down upon her backside a second time, quickly followed by a third, liking how demanding she had been just as much as she had liked the sting of pain.]

Tell me what else you like.

[arching into the first slap, and then the second, her breath hissing as she felt it more with each strike, felicity takes pride in the way his mouth curves into that smirk. it means he's enjoying it as much as she is and she bites her lower lip as she rolls her hips into his lap.]

I like having you this deep inside me.

[she's a little breathless; the exertion and the way he's putting his hands on her... it all combines to arouse her to this point, where she can barely speak without panting.] I like the way you touch me. I love it when you look at me like that, like I'm the thing you want most right now.

[her nails go to his stomach and she digs in - not enough to leave marks, but enough for him to know she could if she wanted to.]

That is because there is nothing I want more than to be inside you.

[Being with her, inside of her was addicting. She was like a drug that he had quickly developed a taste for and he would never be able to get high enough.

Arching into her touch, forcing those nails to dig into his skin just a little bit deeper, allowing a soft sigh to slip from his lips at the bite of pain they gave, at the way it only amplified the pleasure she was giving him. All of it was making his cock rapidly come back to life, hardened against her with each movement of those hips.]

You are so beautiful like this.

[The movements he made under her were as arousing as if he were on top of her directing how their bodies came together. In the way she ground down against him now, she could feel every inch as he hardened again. Like him, she was addicted to the way he made her feel; it wasn't just the physical, but the emotional as well and she closed her eyes against his compliment.

Felicity had no idea what he saw from that angle, but she knew here breasts were heavy, that her thighs were a bit bigger than what another woman's might be, but he was so sturdy that she didn't feel like she might be too much for him. He made her feel as beautiful as he claimed she was and, to give him more of a show, she brought both hands up to cover her breasts, then tease at her nipples.]

Tell me how good it feels.

[What he saw from that angle, from any angle was absolute perfection. She was the very picture of what a woman was supposed to be. Long, blond hair that slipped over pale shoulders. Heavy breast and thick thighs with wide hips and an ass that bounced beautifully each time he spanked her and with each and every thrust.

She was everything he said she was and so much more. It wasn't just what she was currently putting on display that intrigued him, but her intelligence, her mind and heart.

Hands tightened on her hips, shifted along her thighs, reached behind her to give her another slap as she teased herself.]

It feels better than anything else I have ever felt.

[Every time his hand connected with her backside, her eyes flared with want and she gave the tiniest of gasps, even as she clenched around him in all of her arousal. Never in her life has she been spanked in bed, but with this man? She wants it. She craves what he makes her feel and she moans his name as she rolls her hips against his.

She wants to believe what he's telling her because it's the same for her. This is what she wants.]

Don't stop.

[Her movements are slow but steady; she's enjoying the way he feels and his hands on her. The control she has on top and the way he looks at her from underneath her all give her a sense of power that she doesn't have anywhere else. He makes her feel beautiful from where she is and she exhales slowly as heat settles in her core.]

DUPLICITY → CONTACT

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