[It takes a little exploration, but his fingers curl and find that sensitive spot inside of her that draws out an almost too loud moan. Alexis is quick to bury her face against his neck to muffle it especially because he rips another keen out of her when he combines that with the attention to her swollen clit. His words are rough and gravelly in her ear. It's so erotic to listen to him say all those filthy things to her. She bites her lip and whimpers because she's getting closer. Roy builds her up so easily that it's almost overwhelming how incredible she feels.]
Need you to fuck me. Please. Wanna feel you buried so deep inside of me, baby.
[Her hand curls into his shirt front. Her whole body is beginning to tense up. Her hips are shifting a little to try and meet the thrust of his fingers. She feels how close she is. She's dancing right on that edge.] Pleasepleaseplease. Right there-- oh god, don't stop.
[ He makes a strangled sound from his throat at her vocalizing of her need for him, it drives him crazy and he wonders how they'll even make it through the front door at this rate, much less get to his bed. But right now his focus is unwavering, he wants desperately to make her come so he keeps up the pace, fingers moving quicker now, not changing anything up after she tells him not to stop. ]
Come for me. [ His voice is rough as well as encouraging as he moves his mouth to hover over hers, capturing her lips every so often, tasting her tongue, tugging at her lower lip a bit with his teeth. His breathing is coming in a bit ragged with how turned on he is, but he keeps going, wanting to bring her to that edge and hold tightly to her when she tips over. ]
[She's always thought his voice is sexy, but now it's like pure sex in her ear. His fingers don't let up. Roy Kent is no tease. When there is a job at hand, he'll see it through. All it takes is a few more strokes before she shuddering and whimpering against him. Her moans are drowned by his kisses. Liquid pleasure is coursing through her veins, making her entire body tingle. Her heart is racing so fast that it's roaring loudly in her ears. Alexis has a pink flush to the apples of her cheeks. There's an undeniable glow to her how thanks to him.
[ He doesn't let up, even once she's shuddering against him and around his fingers. He holds her close and thankfully the music and the environment is loud enough that any sounds she makes wouldn't reach anyone else's ears but his own. He watches her as he drinks it all in - every whimper, every reaction from her; he's greedy for all of it. It's only once she's come down from the high and is slumped against him that he takes his hand from her, noticing the flush that spreads across her cheeks and the glow on her face. ]
You're fucking beautiful. [ He's caught up in the moment, and it just slips out because it's the truth - she is; and he wants her with an ache that's almost painful.
He's only distantly aware of the song now blacking in the background. Single Ladies. It draws a chuckle from him, his voice is still rough sounding when he teases - ] Nice fucking anthem.
[ He pulls her close and now it just looks like they're a normal couple cuddling, never mind the post orgasmic glow on Alexis and the way that Roy looks at her like he wants to devour her. ]
[She's buzzing on the aftershocks. There's a look of relaxed satisfaction on her face. She cuddles against Roy, letting him hold her close. She smiles up at him at his compliment. She feels so utterly wrecked just from his fingers alone. There's a growing anticipation of what it will be like when they can do more than that.
She brushes her lips against his. Her fingertips brush up and down the inside of his thigh then slowly trail north towards the sizeable bulge there. Shamelessly, she cups him through his trousers.]
You're incredible. And if it wasn't so obvious, I would happily show you just how incredible.
[ His eyes shut for a moment with a low, rough sound from his throat when she cups him. Just that small bit of contact has him looking at her like he's about to just throw her over his shoulder and head out of the bar. That would be a fitting exit for their previous stage performance. Instead he kisses her lips and tastes her mouth, making another frustrated sound. ]
Alright this is fucking torture.
[ He probably should have thought of that before he'd let his hand wander beneath her dress, but it was too late for that now. ]
Give me a minute and then let's get the fuck out of here.
[ Even with his lust addled senses, he takes a moment to check in on if that's also something she wants to do, and is ready for. ] I'd really like to take you back to my place, have you spend the night.
[She can't help it. She giggles despite his obvious frustration. Roy's helped her take the edge off. She's able to think clearer for a bit, but he's still in the thick of that lusty haze. She can feel how affected he is. She brushes her nose against his and grins against him.]
I'm really looking forward to you taking me home.
[They'd only managed a few drinks and one song, but it's a song to remember. It's fun, but she thinks it'll be let fun to see what Roy likes and what noises she could elicit out of him.]
[ The sound of her giggling at his struggle has him shaking his head as he blows out a breath, like it will somehow help the state of things below his waist. He's very pleased to have made her feel good, but he didn't think ahead of how making her feel good would only make him that much more turned on.
But then she's brushing her nose against his and the sweet gesture has him smiling, followed by a chuckle at her question. ]
I'm pretty sure I don't snore.
[ He figures he'd have heard about it by now. After they've both finished their drinks Roy's managed to keep his lust in check for the time being, which is good because they have to get up and walk past a crowd of people near the stage. He takes her hand as they pass by the bar, a few people call out their names in parting, sort of like a drunken send off; and eventually they're back on the street and met with the cool night air as he leads them in the opposite direction they came, heading for his place.
Hell of a fucking third date.
[ As incredibly fun as the karaoke was, he can hardly wait to be with her in the privacy of his place. He presses a kiss against her cheek, then slips his arm around her as they walk down the mostly empty street. ]
[She's hoping the teasing question would bring some levity. Maybe it'll help him get some control a bit, so he can get up without embarrassing himself. She kisses the corner of his mouth and rubs her soft cheek against his scruff.]
Best third date ever.
[Best all dates ever. Alexis has been floating on air ever since she met Roy Kent. She's dangerously head over heels for him, but she doesn't care. It feels too wonderful. She's glad when he's finally ready. They leave the bar with great drunken fanfare from the crowd. Some are saying his chant, others are singing A Little Bit Alexis. It makes her giggle against him even as they get outside to the cool air.
She leans into him as they walk to his place. She really likes how walkable everything is around here.]
So Roy. You're finally taking me home. What do you plan to do first?
[ He smiles over at her when she agrees that it's the best third date. It's one of his smiles that manages to soften his features, especially his eyes; so that there could be no question of just how smitten he is over her. ]
Figured we'd do a bit of a knitting.
[ He teases at her question, holding her close as they walk because he knows it's cold out and she's not exactly dressed for winter in London. Not that he's complaining because she looks amazing, and it gives him the excuse to help warm her up; and for her to wear his leather jacket which just does things to him when he sees her in it.
Roy feels like he's just now barely out from underneath the haze of lust, though when he answers her question honestly next, its hard not to dip right back into it. ]
I plan on carrying you up the stairs to my bed and having my way with you.
[Her tone is light and playful. She's trying not to smirk at him. His leather jacket is still engulfing her. Her perfume is going to linger on the leather. She likes how it wraps her up, but she's looking forward to feeling his sold form doing that instead. She wants to feel his warm weight on top of her, nestling between her legs. She idly plays with the ends of some of her hair. She twirls it around her index finger as she flutters her lashes at him.
His words are low and full of promise. His eyes are so dark as he looks down at her.]
What if I want to have my way with you, Roy? Maybe I'm dying to get a taste of you.
[ He gives a laugh at her playful response, liking that she goes along with it; he's enjoyed her sense of humor since their first date and it's one of the many reasons he thinks she's amazing. ]
Change of plans, I'll carry you up to my bed and then you'll have your way with me.
[ He answers almost immediately, he was going for light hearted but her words kindle the fire back in him and his voice reflects that, becoming low and gravelly. They arrive at his place a few moments later, and he takes her hand as he leads them up to the entrance while he unlocks the front door. It's a fairly upscale neighborhood, the houses all lined up together narrowly, having more room vertically than horizontally as with most spaces in this part of London.
Once they're inside the house, he doesn't bother turning on any of the lights downstairs, he just drops his keys at the table, then he turns to her and as promised, lifts her up so that she can wrap her legs around his waist as he carries her up the stairs to his bedroom.
Once they reach the bed he lays her down carefully and takes a moment to press a few heated kisses along the side of her neck, appreciating the scent of her, grinning at the thought of her perfume lingering on his jacket and his sheets after tonight. ]
[Roy is such a great boyfriend. He's sweet and thoughtful and patient. He's deliciously handsome too. Alexis is a total sucker for the grump with a heart of gold thing going on. She bites her bottom lip as the heat starts to simmer low in her belly. The anticipation is growing thick between them. It's electric in the air.
He leads her into his place. She looks around and takes it all in. She's trying to play it cool. Like the only thing she's thinking about isn't getting upstairs and ripping his clothes off.]
You have a beautiful--oh!
[He's true to his word. He smoothly picks her up like she doesn't weigh a thing. Laughter sparkles out of her. Her lithe legs wrap around his waist as she holds on to him. She's not passive. She peppers his neck and jaw with kisses. Her teeth drags along his pulse point until she nips at it to suck softly.
Roy sets her down with such gentleness. Like she's something precious. Her hair fans out around her as she smiles up at him. His bed is so soft and comfortable. She hums softly at the feel of his lips, but her hands go to his shirt to start undoing the buttons.]
[ He smiles against her skin at the sound of that; thinking his swearing is definitely starting to rub off on her.
His hands are all over her once she's on his bed - feeling everywhere he can, the curves of her hip, his palm cupping her breast as he kisses down to her collarbone before being restricted by the fabric of her dress. He feels her hands undoing the buttons of his shirt and suddenly it's just all too unbearable the amount of clothing they're both wearing, so with a softly uttered curse he lifts up for her to undo the rest of the buttons as he shrugs off his shirt.
He reaches down to help her tug off the knee boots, then pauses a moment as he glances down at her. His hands skim up along her thighs, hiking the fabric of her dress up as he goes. His dark eyes follow the path of his hands as each inch of skin is revealed, he looks at her like he's starved to touch and be touched by her. ]
This has got to fucking go, gorgeous as you look in it.
[Reluctantly, she shrugs off his leather jacket. She loves the way it feels on her, but she needs to have him. She gently pushes it aside and returns her attention to him. Roy's already eagerly exploring her. His hands and mouth canvas her curves. She giggles at his muttered curse before he helps her get his shirt off. Alexis drinks him in as she rests back on one elbow. Her other hand is trailing through his chest hair.
He's the picture of grumpy masculinity, and fuck, she wants to get her mouth on him. But first, he wants her naked which she happily obliges. Her boots come off and her dress is ruched up around her hips. She grabs the hem and helps him pull it up and over her head. It leaned her in the match lace bra and panty set in deep blue with gold accents. She's unintentionally chosen something similar to AFC Richmond's colors.
[ It's all he can say in response. Roy takes a bit to just stare at her shamelessly. Her hair trailing loosely down her bare shoulders and her eyes meeting his with that coy smile, it just drives him wild. He's torn between wanting to taste every bit of exposed skin before him, and wanting to feel her mouth and her hands on him. The color of her bra and panties isn't lost on him, the way they kind of resemble AFC Richmond has him smirking as he leans over and tugs down the strap of her bra to kiss her bare shoulder.
Once his mouth is on her skin it's hard for him to stop, so he just keeps going - kissing and licking and nibbling his way down her chest, teasing her nipples with his tongue over the lacey fabric. He can't get enough of her and all at once he's reminded of how hot and wet she felt when he had his fingers inside her, it makes him hard and aching for her so he presses their hips together, grinding slightly, as a low sound rumbles from his chest. ]
[Alexis has a healthy ego. She knows she's gorgeous. She knows she can own any room she walks into. But the way Roy is looking at her now makes her feel almost divine. He looks so worshipful and she feels it in the way his lips press against her body. Her hands work at his belt to undo it. She wants his pants off of him. She wants him down to nothing too. If she lets him keep kissing her, she'll get distracted, and he'll still be clothed.
Rooooy.
[She laughs between breathy little moans. His mouth is like magic. Even through the lace, she can feel the heat and velvet wetness of his tongue. It makes her arch against him to offer more of herself to him. Her hands falter at his waist because all it takes is for a little grind of her hips to draw a strangled moan out of her. She hikes one leg at his hip and rocks back with a gasp.]
[ The warmth and softness of her body are nothing short of intoxicating, and with the sounds she's making he'd be absolutely lost to exploring her for hours if it weren't for the words that tumbled out and her leg hiking up around his hip. His hand goes to immediately hold her leg there while he grinds their hips together again with a low moan, that bit of friction is not nearly enough but he chases the sensation anyway. He's desperate to feel her, so he manages to stop kissing her skin long enough to let her finish undoing his belt so he can rid himself of his pants and boxers.
After that he hooks his thumbs under the fabric of her underwear and helps her slide them down her legs. Lying side by side on the bed, once they're equally bare he cups her face with one hand, his touch there is gentle and worshipful for all that the look in his dark eyes is filled with hunger. ]
Tell me what you want. Anything.
[ His lips hover close to hers as he pulls their bodies flush together, her lithe body and soft curves pressed against the hard lines of muscle that cover his body. He inhales sharply at the feeling of all of her pressed against all of him; his cock hard against her thigh. ]
[The insistent grind against her makes let whimper and rock back against him for more. She knows he's already made her come earlier, but she's greedy and built up all over again. She digs her fingertips into his shoulders and tangles her other hand in his hair. She whines when he pulls back, but her eyes are dark, pupils blotting out her irises, as he finishes undressing. He's the most gorgeous thing she's ever seen.
She lifts her hips and feels the drag of lace down her legs. Alexis is bare and open for him. She tugs him down to her until their bodies are flush against one another. The way he cups her face is so tender that she feels like her heart is going to burst. She marvels af how he can turn one of the most erotic moments of her life into something just as soft and sweet. She hooks her leg over his hips again. She squirmed and shifts until she feels his cock sliding against her folds. She's so fucking wet and slippery for him. She catches his bottom lip with her teeth and gently sucks on it.]
I want you. Fuck. I need you, Roy.
[She's had so many plans for him, but right now she can't think of anything else but having him inside of her. She places a hand at the center of his chest and pushes him onto his back. Alexis climbs on top of him and flashes a sly grin. She keeps shamelessly rubbing her cunt against his cock until she feels the tip slide inside of her.]
[ Every movement of her body against his drives him wild, especially now that there is nothing between them and they're skin to skin. There's been so much build up to that feeling alone that his senses are reeling. The slick heat of her folds sliding against his cock pulls a strangled sound from him. When she tugs on his lower lip with her teeth he cups the back of her head with his hand and crashes their lips together in a kiss that's all passion and want and a bit rougher than usual, as his need for her becomes almost unbearable.
Her words jolt through his entire body; she wants him and needs him and Roy doesn't realize how much he'd been wanting to hear her say it until she does and it makes his grip on her body tighten. Something possessive and raw and tender, somehow all at the same time. ]
Fuck you're amazing. I want you.
[ When he feels her hand push against his chest he's more than happy to accommodate the shift in position, his head tips back into the mattress for a fraction of a second before he's lifting it up to look down at where she's rubbing her cunt against him, it's maddening, and he's making all manner of low growly moans with every bit of friction. Once the tip of him slides inside he meets her gaze for a moment, asking silent permission and once it's granted he takes hold of both her hips and guides her body down; all the way until his cock is fully sheathed inside her. His eyes slide shut with a groan as a slight shudder runs through his body at how perfect she fits around him, wet and hot and tight. When he looks up at her, it's with that mixture of adoration and hunger that seem to always go hand in hand whenever he's with her. He's dying to feel more, so he presses his hips up against hers and utters a few curses at the blinding pleasure that results. ]
[This is everything she's been imagining since their picnic. How she's managed to maintain her self-control this long has taken a lot of willpower and discipline, but now she can throw that all out the window. It's just the two of them in the privacy of his home with no one to bother there. They have all the time in the world. His kiss belies all the desperate hunger he feels for her. It's been building up for days now. She whimpers against his lips because she can feel every ounce of it. Or maybe more appropriately, every gram.
Her lips are curved into an impish smile. There's a glimmer of wickedness in her gaze as she looks down on him. He looks perfect love this. Roy Kent all laid out for her to enjoy. She mewls at the first press inside of her. Her head tosses back, the delicate column of her throat exposed, as she relishes the feeling. It's all the confirmation he needs to bury the rest of his length inside of her. It takes her breath away. She's so full and tight around him. Her inner walls are fluttering around him in response.
When she opens her eyes, she catches the way he looks at her. It makes something warm settle in her chest. She takes both his hands, lacing their fingers together, and holds them on either side of his head. She starts to move slowly atop him, setting a tortuous pace. Alexis lifts just enough until only the head is in before she comes back down.]
Wanna make you feel good. I wanna see how gorgeous you look while I drove you crazy.
[ Once she starts to move, it's both agony and ecstasy because of the pace she's setting. His fingers curl around hers tightly where their hands are held near his head. He's strong enough that he could easily take hold of her and flip their positions in an instant, but right now he allows her to have that control over him because it's exciting, and he trusts her, and honestly the view of her at this angle is nothing short of stunning and incredibly hot.
His brow furrows and he lets out another barely there string of curses as she moves along his length; he can feel her walls fluttering and it drives him crazy. ]
You feel so fucking good.
[ His voice is a low rasp. He can't help it, he presses his hips up off the bed a bit to try to meet her movements, wanting to bury his cock even deeper inside her. Her takes one of her hands and presses heated kisses against the inside of her wrist and up, as far as he can reach; then both of his hands are on her again, roaming every inch of her body while she's on top of him. His dark eyes drink her in like she's a goddess while his fingers grip her hips, digging into her soft skin, then slide upward to cup her breasts; thumbs sliding over her nipples and teasing them. ]
[She likes he way he trusts her. She likes that he doesn't mind if she takes the reigns. He's not threatened by her. If anything, he's proud of her agency and her power. It's hot as hell. She loves the way he curses too. She can tell exactly if he likes something or not by the way he curses. Her nose brushes against his as she kisses him sweetly.
He catches her by surprise when his hips lift to meet her. A strangled moan escapes her. With her body leaned forward, it makes for a more delicious angle that sends tingles throughout her body.]
God. Why are you so good?
[It's maddening to feel his lips trace kisses along her hand and the inside of her thigh. Her pulse is fluttery against his lips. He explores her body with his hands and gaze until she can't help but pick her pace to ride him a little faster, a little harder. Her nipples grow into taut, rosy pebbles at his attention, begging to be kissed. She sits up and hauls him up towards her, fingers tangling in his hair. She's bouncing in his lap now as her tits sway with her movement.]
[ Once she starts to move faster he lets out another half strangled moan, his hands moving to grip at her hips as she's riding him. It's definitely a sight he'll have in his mind in the days following, probably to his detriment if he happens to think of this particular moment while he's not alone, but still, a worry for another time. Right now all his focus is on Alexis.
He's lost track of how much he's been swearing this entire time, at some point complete sentences are too much of a struggle, she's making him feel far too good with every movement of her body. When she sits up and pulls him toward her, he grabs ahold of her, hands wrapped around her back as his mouth goes to her breasts, caressing the hard peaks of her nipples with his tongue, taking time to pay special attention to each.
Now that she's in his lap like this he takes the opportunity to grab hold of her ass and start to buck his hips upward into her sharply, giving into the haze of lust that has him thinking only of her and how perfect she feels surrounding his cock. ]
[Roy's devolved into guttural groans and half coherent swears. Alexis isn't much better. He's drawing out all kinds of whimpers and mewls out of her. She loves the way his fingertips dig into the softness of her hip. Part of her hopes he leaves some fingertip bruises to admire in the coming days. She'd love to catch sight of it in the mirror after a shower and remember how desperately he'd clutched her.
She lets out a loud, wanton cry at the first touch of his mouth to her breasts. His beard is rubbing against the delicate skin in the best way. She tangles her fingers in his hair, giving little tugs of encouragement. Her body is moving of its own accord. The tension is building up at her core. She feels like a tightly wound piece of live wire that's ready to snap.
They're moving together like a dance. All of it feels so seamless. She rides him at an unforgiving pace as she chases her end.]
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Need you to fuck me. Please. Wanna feel you buried so deep inside of me, baby.
[Her hand curls into his shirt front. Her whole body is beginning to tense up. Her hips are shifting a little to try and meet the thrust of his fingers. She feels how close she is. She's dancing right on that edge.] Pleasepleaseplease. Right there-- oh god, don't stop.
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Come for me. [ His voice is rough as well as encouraging as he moves his mouth to hover over hers, capturing her lips every so often, tasting her tongue, tugging at her lower lip a bit with his teeth. His breathing is coming in a bit ragged with how turned on he is, but he keeps going, wanting to bring her to that edge and hold tightly to her when she tips over. ]
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She slumps against him to catch her breath. No one is looking at them. All eyes are towards the stage as someone gives a riveting performance of Beyoncé's Single Ladies. She'll never hear the song again without thinking of this moment.]
Oh my god.
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You're fucking beautiful. [ He's caught up in the moment, and it just slips out because it's the truth - she is; and he wants her with an ache that's almost painful.
He's only distantly aware of the song now blacking in the background. Single Ladies. It draws a chuckle from him, his voice is still rough sounding when he teases - ] Nice fucking anthem.
[ He pulls her close and now it just looks like they're a normal couple cuddling, never mind the post orgasmic glow on Alexis and the way that Roy looks at her like he wants to devour her. ]
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She brushes her lips against his. Her fingertips brush up and down the inside of his thigh then slowly trail north towards the sizeable bulge there. Shamelessly, she cups him through his trousers.]
You're incredible. And if it wasn't so obvious, I would happily show you just how incredible.
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Alright this is fucking torture.
[ He probably should have thought of that before he'd let his hand wander beneath her dress, but it was too late for that now. ]
Give me a minute and then let's get the fuck out of here.
[ Even with his lust addled senses, he takes a moment to check in on if that's also something she wants to do, and is ready for. ] I'd really like to take you back to my place, have you spend the night.
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I'm really looking forward to you taking me home.
[They'd only managed a few drinks and one song, but it's a song to remember. It's fun, but she thinks it'll be let fun to see what Roy likes and what noises she could elicit out of him.]
Is this a good time to ask if you snore?
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But then she's brushing her nose against his and the sweet gesture has him smiling, followed by a chuckle at her question. ]
I'm pretty sure I don't snore.
[ He figures he'd have heard about it by now. After they've both finished their drinks Roy's managed to keep his lust in check for the time being, which is good because they have to get up and walk past a crowd of people near the stage. He takes her hand as they pass by the bar, a few people call out their names in parting, sort of like a drunken send off; and eventually they're back on the street and met with the cool night air as he leads them in the opposite direction they came, heading for his place.
Hell of a fucking third date.
[ As incredibly fun as the karaoke was, he can hardly wait to be with her in the privacy of his place. He presses a kiss against her cheek, then slips his arm around her as they walk down the mostly empty street. ]
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Best third date ever.
[Best all dates ever. Alexis has been floating on air ever since she met Roy Kent. She's dangerously head over heels for him, but she doesn't care. It feels too wonderful. She's glad when he's finally ready. They leave the bar with great drunken fanfare from the crowd. Some are saying his chant, others are singing A Little Bit Alexis. It makes her giggle against him even as they get outside to the cool air.
She leans into him as they walk to his place. She really likes how walkable everything is around here.]
So Roy. You're finally taking me home. What do you plan to do first?
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Figured we'd do a bit of a knitting.
[ He teases at her question, holding her close as they walk because he knows it's cold out and she's not exactly dressed for winter in London. Not that he's complaining because she looks amazing, and it gives him the excuse to help warm her up; and for her to wear his leather jacket which just does things to him when he sees her in it.
Roy feels like he's just now barely out from underneath the haze of lust, though when he answers her question honestly next, its hard not to dip right back into it. ]
I plan on carrying you up the stairs to my bed and having my way with you.
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[Her tone is light and playful. She's trying not to smirk at him. His leather jacket is still engulfing her. Her perfume is going to linger on the leather. She likes how it wraps her up, but she's looking forward to feeling his sold form doing that instead. She wants to feel his warm weight on top of her, nestling between her legs. She idly plays with the ends of some of her hair. She twirls it around her index finger as she flutters her lashes at him.
His words are low and full of promise. His eyes are so dark as he looks down at her.]
What if I want to have my way with you, Roy? Maybe I'm dying to get a taste of you.
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Change of plans, I'll carry you up to my bed and then you'll have your way with me.
[ He answers almost immediately, he was going for light hearted but her words kindle the fire back in him and his voice reflects that, becoming low and gravelly. They arrive at his place a few moments later, and he takes her hand as he leads them up to the entrance while he unlocks the front door. It's a fairly upscale neighborhood, the houses all lined up together narrowly, having more room vertically than horizontally as with most spaces in this part of London.
Once they're inside the house, he doesn't bother turning on any of the lights downstairs, he just drops his keys at the table, then he turns to her and as promised, lifts her up so that she can wrap her legs around his waist as he carries her up the stairs to his bedroom.
Once they reach the bed he lays her down carefully and takes a moment to press a few heated kisses along the side of her neck, appreciating the scent of her, grinning at the thought of her perfume lingering on his jacket and his sheets after tonight. ]
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[Roy is such a great boyfriend. He's sweet and thoughtful and patient. He's deliciously handsome too. Alexis is a total sucker for the grump with a heart of gold thing going on. She bites her bottom lip as the heat starts to simmer low in her belly. The anticipation is growing thick between them. It's electric in the air.
He leads her into his place. She looks around and takes it all in. She's trying to play it cool. Like the only thing she's thinking about isn't getting upstairs and ripping his clothes off.]
You have a beautiful--oh!
[He's true to his word. He smoothly picks her up like she doesn't weigh a thing. Laughter sparkles out of her. Her lithe legs wrap around his waist as she holds on to him. She's not passive. She peppers his neck and jaw with kisses. Her teeth drags along his pulse point until she nips at it to suck softly.
Roy sets her down with such gentleness. Like she's something precious. Her hair fans out around her as she smiles up at him. His bed is so soft and comfortable. She hums softly at the feel of his lips, but her hands go to his shirt to start undoing the buttons.]
You're so fucking gorgeous.
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His hands are all over her once she's on his bed - feeling everywhere he can, the curves of her hip, his palm cupping her breast as he kisses down to her collarbone before being restricted by the fabric of her dress. He feels her hands undoing the buttons of his shirt and suddenly it's just all too unbearable the amount of clothing they're both wearing, so with a softly uttered curse he lifts up for her to undo the rest of the buttons as he shrugs off his shirt.
He reaches down to help her tug off the knee boots, then pauses a moment as he glances down at her. His hands skim up along her thighs, hiking the fabric of her dress up as he goes. His dark eyes follow the path of his hands as each inch of skin is revealed, he looks at her like he's starved to touch and be touched by her. ]
This has got to fucking go, gorgeous as you look in it.
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He's the picture of grumpy masculinity, and fuck, she wants to get her mouth on him. But first, he wants her naked which she happily obliges. Her boots come off and her dress is ruched up around her hips. She grabs the hem and helps him pull it up and over her head. It leaned her in the match lace bra and panty set in deep blue with gold accents. She's unintentionally chosen something similar to AFC Richmond's colors.
Leaning back, she smiles coyly at him.]
I look even better out of it, don't you think?
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[ It's all he can say in response. Roy takes a bit to just stare at her shamelessly. Her hair trailing loosely down her bare shoulders and her eyes meeting his with that coy smile, it just drives him wild. He's torn between wanting to taste every bit of exposed skin before him, and wanting to feel her mouth and her hands on him. The color of her bra and panties isn't lost on him, the way they kind of resemble AFC Richmond has him smirking as he leans over and tugs down the strap of her bra to kiss her bare shoulder.
Once his mouth is on her skin it's hard for him to stop, so he just keeps going - kissing and licking and nibbling his way down her chest, teasing her nipples with his tongue over the lacey fabric. He can't get enough of her and all at once he's reminded of how hot and wet she felt when he had his fingers inside her, it makes him hard and aching for her so he presses their hips together, grinding slightly, as a low sound rumbles from his chest. ]
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Rooooy.
[She laughs between breathy little moans. His mouth is like magic. Even through the lace, she can feel the heat and velvet wetness of his tongue. It makes her arch against him to offer more of herself to him. Her hands falter at his waist because all it takes is for a little grind of her hips to draw a strangled moan out of her. She hikes one leg at his hip and rocks back with a gasp.]
Oh, fuck. I need to feel you.
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After that he hooks his thumbs under the fabric of her underwear and helps her slide them down her legs. Lying side by side on the bed, once they're equally bare he cups her face with one hand, his touch there is gentle and worshipful for all that the look in his dark eyes is filled with hunger. ]
Tell me what you want. Anything.
[ His lips hover close to hers as he pulls their bodies flush together, her lithe body and soft curves pressed against the hard lines of muscle that cover his body. He inhales sharply at the feeling of all of her pressed against all of him; his cock hard against her thigh. ]
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She lifts her hips and feels the drag of lace down her legs. Alexis is bare and open for him. She tugs him down to her until their bodies are flush against one another. The way he cups her face is so tender that she feels like her heart is going to burst. She marvels af how he can turn one of the most erotic moments of her life into something just as soft and sweet. She hooks her leg over his hips again. She squirmed and shifts until she feels his cock sliding against her folds. She's so fucking wet and slippery for him. She catches his bottom lip with her teeth and gently sucks on it.]
I want you. Fuck. I need you, Roy.
[She's had so many plans for him, but right now she can't think of anything else but having him inside of her. She places a hand at the center of his chest and pushes him onto his back. Alexis climbs on top of him and flashes a sly grin. She keeps shamelessly rubbing her cunt against his cock until she feels the tip slide inside of her.]
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Her words jolt through his entire body; she wants him and needs him and Roy doesn't realize how much he'd been wanting to hear her say it until she does and it makes his grip on her body tighten. Something possessive and raw and tender, somehow all at the same time. ]
Fuck you're amazing. I want you.
[ When he feels her hand push against his chest he's more than happy to accommodate the shift in position, his head tips back into the mattress for a fraction of a second before he's lifting it up to look down at where she's rubbing her cunt against him, it's maddening, and he's making all manner of low growly moans with every bit of friction. Once the tip of him slides inside he meets her gaze for a moment, asking silent permission and once it's granted he takes hold of both her hips and guides her body down; all the way until his cock is fully sheathed inside her. His eyes slide shut with a groan as a slight shudder runs through his body at how perfect she fits around him, wet and hot and tight. When he looks up at her, it's with that mixture of adoration and hunger that seem to always go hand in hand whenever he's with her. He's dying to feel more, so he presses his hips up against hers and utters a few curses at the blinding pleasure that results. ]
Fuck, Alexis.
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Her lips are curved into an impish smile. There's a glimmer of wickedness in her gaze as she looks down on him. He looks perfect love this. Roy Kent all laid out for her to enjoy. She mewls at the first press inside of her. Her head tosses back, the delicate column of her throat exposed, as she relishes the feeling. It's all the confirmation he needs to bury the rest of his length inside of her. It takes her breath away. She's so full and tight around him. Her inner walls are fluttering around him in response.
When she opens her eyes, she catches the way he looks at her. It makes something warm settle in her chest. She takes both his hands, lacing their fingers together, and holds them on either side of his head. She starts to move slowly atop him, setting a tortuous pace. Alexis lifts just enough until only the head is in before she comes back down.]
Wanna make you feel good. I wanna see how gorgeous you look while I drove you crazy.
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His brow furrows and he lets out another barely there string of curses as she moves along his length; he can feel her walls fluttering and it drives him crazy. ]
You feel so fucking good.
[ His voice is a low rasp. He can't help it, he presses his hips up off the bed a bit to try to meet her movements, wanting to bury his cock even deeper inside her. Her takes one of her hands and presses heated kisses against the inside of her wrist and up, as far as he can reach; then both of his hands are on her again, roaming every inch of her body while she's on top of him. His dark eyes drink her in like she's a goddess while his fingers grip her hips, digging into her soft skin, then slide upward to cup her breasts; thumbs sliding over her nipples and teasing them. ]
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He catches her by surprise when his hips lift to meet her. A strangled moan escapes her. With her body leaned forward, it makes for a more delicious angle that sends tingles throughout her body.]
God. Why are you so good?
[It's maddening to feel his lips trace kisses along her hand and the inside of her thigh. Her pulse is fluttery against his lips. He explores her body with his hands and gaze until she can't help but pick her pace to ride him a little faster, a little harder. Her nipples grow into taut, rosy pebbles at his attention, begging to be kissed. She sits up and hauls him up towards her, fingers tangling in his hair. She's bouncing in his lap now as her tits sway with her movement.]
Wanna feel you everywhere.
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[ Once she starts to move faster he lets out another half strangled moan, his hands moving to grip at her hips as she's riding him. It's definitely a sight he'll have in his mind in the days following, probably to his detriment if he happens to think of this particular moment while he's not alone, but still, a worry for another time. Right now all his focus is on Alexis.
He's lost track of how much he's been swearing this entire time, at some point complete sentences are too much of a struggle, she's making him feel far too good with every movement of her body. When she sits up and pulls him toward her, he grabs ahold of her, hands wrapped around her back as his mouth goes to her breasts, caressing the hard peaks of her nipples with his tongue, taking time to pay special attention to each.
Now that she's in his lap like this he takes the opportunity to grab hold of her ass and start to buck his hips upward into her sharply, giving into the haze of lust that has him thinking only of her and how perfect she feels surrounding his cock. ]
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She lets out a loud, wanton cry at the first touch of his mouth to her breasts. His beard is rubbing against the delicate skin in the best way. She tangles her fingers in his hair, giving little tugs of encouragement. Her body is moving of its own accord. The tension is building up at her core. She feels like a tightly wound piece of live wire that's ready to snap.
They're moving together like a dance. All of it feels so seamless. She rides him at an unforgiving pace as she chases her end.]
Close. Fuck, I'm so close. Don't stop.
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