[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.]
[ Roy manages to get out, in between groans as he's pressing his mouth everywhere he can reach - her chest, up to her neck and back down again, kissing and tasting her skin as their movements together become more and more fervent. He loves the feel of her fingers tugging into his hair as he drives her closer toward the edge. She's likely to have faint scratches left over from his stubble and definitely marks from where he's gripping her hips so tightly. It's heat and pressure rising up and he can feel her walls tightening around him the closer she gets.
The way she's riding him has him perilously close to the edge, but he's relentless and greedy to feel her muscles fluttering around him before he lets himself go. He wants to make her come like he did earlier at the club but even harder this time if possible; so he reaches between their bodies and brushes his fingertips against her clit, she's hot and slick so it's an easy glide as he teases her there while their hips move perfectly together. ]
[Her hand slides down to cup his cheek and then guides his mouth to hers for a desperate kiss. She can feel herself fraying at the edges. Each time he's buried deep inside of her, it feels like she wants to burst from how good it feels. Roy seems to have an uncanny knack for knowing exactly what she needs. His fingertips find her swollen clit between them, and all it takes is a few tight circles before she's exploding in his arms.
Alexis cries out against his mouth. She rests her forehead against his as the white hot pleasure surges through her veins. Her cunt restlessly clenches around him, urging him to come with her and fill her up. She clings to him like he's the only thing grounding her lest she floats away on this cloud of ecstasy. She says his name like a breathy prayer.]
[ He meets her kiss with equal passion and eagerness. There's something incredibly intimate about the way they're locked together like this - her in his lap, his arms wrapped around her, their bodies connected in every way while moving in tandem toward the same outcome.
When she breaks apart in his arms Roy doesn't stop just yet, his fingers circle against her clit throughout her orgasm and moments later his own follows, the tight clenching of her walls around his cock drive him over the edge in a white hot feeling of pleasure. He buries his face into her neck as he thrusts upward into her with a low groan, his breathing ragged against her skin as he fills her up.
For all that he is a man that profusely swears at basically every opportunity, this is one of the rare times where he's speechless - there's no sound but his breath against her and the soft uttering of her name on his lips as he presses kisses against her jaw and up to her cheek tenderly. He holds her against him in his lap for a moment, not wanting to break apart even in the slightest.
Eventually he shifts them so that he's laying on his back, he pulls her close so that she's up against his chest while his hand runs through her hair. His chest moves up and down more evenly now as his breathing returns to normal. He turns to press a kiss to her forehead. His voice is low and rumbly, but softer than usual when he speaks. ]
Fuck. I know I say it a lot. But really, fuck. You're incredible Alexis.
[Feeling the way he loses himself inside of her makes the aftershocks of pleasure in her spark with even more intensity. She shivers and sighs in his arms, fingers tracing up and down his spine. He's gorgeous when he comes. She wants to make him come alive and over again just to watch him like this. His tender kisses draw a lazy smile out of her. Turning her head, she nuzzles and kisses him. He draws her down with him when he lays down. Alexis is sprawled atop his chest as he holds her close. The sweat is cooling against their skin.
There's a little hum of contented happiness as he plays with her hair. She liked the steady rise and fall of his chest. She presses a kiss right where his heart lays.]
That was so worth the wait. [She giggles against him and lifts her head to smile at him. Her fingers trace along his features, following along the line of his jaw.] We should definitely do that again.
What right fucking now? [ He teases with a grin while leaning forward to kiss her. He'd absolutely go another round with her, but at the moment all he can do is lay there with a very satisfied smile on his face. Roy takes her hand and kisses her palm, then sets it back against his chest, over his heart where she'd placed a kiss moments ago. It just feels like the right spot for it. ]
Very much worth the wait. [ He agrees, sighing in complete contentment as he pulls her close. For all of his short lived relationships over the years, he's never before felt like this. Being with her makes him happy, and not just in a physical sense; they share a genuine connection and it's more apparent than ever. There was never any doubt on his end that he could fall for her, and the moment he feels the beginnings of that slipping into place. While that might have scared him in his 20's, where he's at in his life now it just feels right. ]
I like how you feel in my arms. [ He murmurs softly as he places another kiss on her lips. ]
You know what I mean! [Her tone is fondly exasperated. Alexis is ambitious, but even she needs a breather before she can go for round two. But when she gets her energy, it's on. Sex with Roy is fantastic. It's brilliant. She has a feeling she's going to want to do it all the time, and honestly who can blame her? The only thing as good as sex with Roy is cuddling with Roy.
She kisses him sweetly and brushes her nose against his. She feels safe and warm in his arms like nothing bad can happen to her. That's how he makes her feel. She uses her index finger to trace the letters of her name on his heart. As the sweat starts to cool, she tugs the covers over there, so they don't get cold.]
I was just thinking how safe I feel in your arms. Nothing bad can touch me as long as I'm here with you.
[It's sappy as hell, but she doesn't care. She feels sentimental with him. She's more conscious of her feelings now instead of just what's on the surface.]
[ Roy chuckles at the sound of her fond exasperation. He thinks it's almost as great of a sound as her happy giggle, or even better - her breathy moans. When she pulls the covers up over them, he shifts a bit so that they're more settled against the pillows. Roy gives off a fair amount of heat in general, so the room and house are usually kept cool in temperature, but he makes sure to the covers are over her enough and his body close to her should make it so she doesn't get cold.
Her admission draws a satisfied hum from him, and he trails his hand up and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. That she feels safe with him makes him feel good, and it's accurate - whether they're in his home or out in the world; he'd never let anything bad happen to her while he's around. ]
You are safe here with me. [ Spoken as a promise. ]
Consider me your scowly bodyguard boyfriend. Like that fucking movie, with Whitney Houston. Except I think it doesn't have a happy ending, so scrap that part. [ He's the worst with movies, always thinking up and suggesting ones that have sad endings. One of the many benefits of having Alexis as his girlfriend, she knows the feel good rom coms, he knows the sad dramas. ]
[She cuddles against him. He's so delightfully warm. She usually gets cold when she sleeps, so Roy feels like the perfect space heater at bedtime. She smiles at his promise to always make sure she's safe. She feels so at peace with him. It almost feels unfamiliar. There's nowhere else she'd rather be. There's nothing else she's thinking about. Alexis' mind usually races at a hundred miles per hour but not now.]
I've never seen that movie actually. Is it a real sad ending? Does someone die? [Sometimes she needs a good cry so the moves are welcome, but she loves happy endings too.]
It's been a while since I've seen it, but it's fucking sad because they fall in love, and at the ending they go their separate ways. They go through all this trouble, but decide not to stick it out. The fuck kind of a love story is that? [ Even though it had been a while since he'd seen it, the ending stuck with him and had offended his hopelessly romantic heart - the one that few people knew he possessed to begin with, though Alexis clearly knew.
As they lay there talking his hands were either brushing patterns into her skin or threading lightly through her hair, just filling himself up with the tactile sensations of having her close makes him so happy so he keeps doing it, idly, without really noticing. ]
That's even sadder than if one of them died. They could be together, but they choose not to. [She frowns at the thought. That's so heartbreaking. Denying yourself a happiness when it's right within reach sounds so silly to her. Life is short. She believes people should enjoy it however they could.
His touch makes her a little drowsy. She always gets that way when people play with her hair. It feels so fucking good. It's another layer of relaxation in her afterglow. She hums in response as she thinks about his question.]
Anything with Sandy B. The Lake House if I want something more serious. The Proposal if I want to laugh.
Exactly! [ See, she gets it. ] This is why I've only watched it the one time. The ending is fucking bullshit.
[ Roy couldn't agree more, he doesn't understand two people who could be together but choosing otherwise. To him, if you find someone special, then that's that. You hold onto them. Which is literally what he is doing right now, with Alexis in his arms; the two of them getting a little drowsy in their post orgasmic glowy haze. He chuckles as he turns to press a kiss against the side of her head at her casual usage of 'Sandy B'. ]
The Proposal is pretty good. Haven't seen the Lake House though, we'll have to watch it together sometime.
[ He lets his eyes slip shut as he lays there listening to the faint sounds in the house, and on the street below. He feels blissfully peaceful in a way he rarely experiences, and he doesn't want anything to disturb that. If someone knocks at his door or calls his cell they can absolutely fuck off. It's unlikely to happen though, given the hour. ]
You feel like sleeping? Or do you need anything, are you comfortable? [ He asks her while shifting a bit so he can see her face, he cups it tenderly as he meets her gaze. ]
[She giggles sleepily next to him. She likes how passionate he is about things. She likes knowing that he's passionate about things people least expect. She nuzzles against his chest and lets the sound of his breathing lull her.]
Tomorrow. We can watch it tomorrow.
[They can have a lazy day together. She can borrow his clothes. They can watch the Lake House. She'll cry because she always does, but it has a happy ending. She yawns and looks up at him when he tilts her face up towards him. Alexis gives him an adorably sleepy smile.] I got you. I'm good. Just need to rest my eyes a little.
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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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[ Roy manages to get out, in between groans as he's pressing his mouth everywhere he can reach - her chest, up to her neck and back down again, kissing and tasting her skin as their movements together become more and more fervent. He loves the feel of her fingers tugging into his hair as he drives her closer toward the edge. She's likely to have faint scratches left over from his stubble and definitely marks from where he's gripping her hips so tightly. It's heat and pressure rising up and he can feel her walls tightening around him the closer she gets.
The way she's riding him has him perilously close to the edge, but he's relentless and greedy to feel her muscles fluttering around him before he lets himself go. He wants to make her come like he did earlier at the club but even harder this time if possible; so he reaches between their bodies and brushes his fingertips against her clit, she's hot and slick so it's an easy glide as he teases her there while their hips move perfectly together. ]
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Alexis cries out against his mouth. She rests her forehead against his as the white hot pleasure surges through her veins. Her cunt restlessly clenches around him, urging him to come with her and fill her up. She clings to him like he's the only thing grounding her lest she floats away on this cloud of ecstasy. She says his name like a breathy prayer.]
Mm, Roy.
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When she breaks apart in his arms Roy doesn't stop just yet, his fingers circle against her clit throughout her orgasm and moments later his own follows, the tight clenching of her walls around his cock drive him over the edge in a white hot feeling of pleasure. He buries his face into her neck as he thrusts upward into her with a low groan, his breathing ragged against her skin as he fills her up.
For all that he is a man that profusely swears at basically every opportunity, this is one of the rare times where he's speechless - there's no sound but his breath against her and the soft uttering of her name on his lips as he presses kisses against her jaw and up to her cheek tenderly. He holds her against him in his lap for a moment, not wanting to break apart even in the slightest.
Eventually he shifts them so that he's laying on his back, he pulls her close so that she's up against his chest while his hand runs through her hair. His chest moves up and down more evenly now as his breathing returns to normal. He turns to press a kiss to her forehead. His voice is low and rumbly, but softer than usual when he speaks. ]
Fuck. I know I say it a lot. But really, fuck. You're incredible Alexis.
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There's a little hum of contented happiness as he plays with her hair. She liked the steady rise and fall of his chest. She presses a kiss right where his heart lays.]
That was so worth the wait. [She giggles against him and lifts her head to smile at him. Her fingers trace along his features, following along the line of his jaw.] We should definitely do that again.
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Very much worth the wait. [ He agrees, sighing in complete contentment as he pulls her close. For all of his short lived relationships over the years, he's never before felt like this. Being with her makes him happy, and not just in a physical sense; they share a genuine connection and it's more apparent than ever. There was never any doubt on his end that he could fall for her, and the moment he feels the beginnings of that slipping into place. While that might have scared him in his 20's, where he's at in his life now it just feels right. ]
I like how you feel in my arms. [ He murmurs softly as he places another kiss on her lips. ]
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She kisses him sweetly and brushes her nose against his. She feels safe and warm in his arms like nothing bad can happen to her. That's how he makes her feel. She uses her index finger to trace the letters of her name on his heart. As the sweat starts to cool, she tugs the covers over there, so they don't get cold.]
I was just thinking how safe I feel in your arms. Nothing bad can touch me as long as I'm here with you.
[It's sappy as hell, but she doesn't care. She feels sentimental with him. She's more conscious of her feelings now instead of just what's on the surface.]
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Her admission draws a satisfied hum from him, and he trails his hand up and down her arm, enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. That she feels safe with him makes him feel good, and it's accurate - whether they're in his home or out in the world; he'd never let anything bad happen to her while he's around. ]
You are safe here with me. [ Spoken as a promise. ]
Consider me your scowly bodyguard boyfriend. Like that fucking movie, with Whitney Houston. Except I think it doesn't have a happy ending, so scrap that part. [ He's the worst with movies, always thinking up and suggesting ones that have sad endings. One of the many benefits of having Alexis as his girlfriend, she knows the feel good rom coms, he knows the sad dramas. ]
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I've never seen that movie actually. Is it a real sad ending? Does someone die? [Sometimes she needs a good cry so the moves are welcome, but she loves happy endings too.]
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As they lay there talking his hands were either brushing patterns into her skin or threading lightly through her hair, just filling himself up with the tactile sensations of having her close makes him so happy so he keeps doing it, idly, without really noticing. ]
Have you got a favorite love story movie?
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His touch makes her a little drowsy. She always gets that way when people play with her hair. It feels so fucking good. It's another layer of relaxation in her afterglow. She hums in response as she thinks about his question.]
Anything with Sandy B. The Lake House if I want something more serious. The Proposal if I want to laugh.
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[ Roy couldn't agree more, he doesn't understand two people who could be together but choosing otherwise. To him, if you find someone special, then that's that. You hold onto them. Which is literally what he is doing right now, with Alexis in his arms; the two of them getting a little drowsy in their post orgasmic glowy haze. He chuckles as he turns to press a kiss against the side of her head at her casual usage of 'Sandy B'. ]
The Proposal is pretty good. Haven't seen the Lake House though, we'll have to watch it together sometime.
[ He lets his eyes slip shut as he lays there listening to the faint sounds in the house, and on the street below. He feels blissfully peaceful in a way he rarely experiences, and he doesn't want anything to disturb that. If someone knocks at his door or calls his cell they can absolutely fuck off. It's unlikely to happen though, given the hour. ]
You feel like sleeping? Or do you need anything, are you comfortable? [ He asks her while shifting a bit so he can see her face, he cups it tenderly as he meets her gaze. ]
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Tomorrow. We can watch it tomorrow.
[They can have a lazy day together. She can borrow his clothes. They can watch the Lake House. She'll cry because she always does, but it has a happy ending. She yawns and looks up at him when he tilts her face up towards him. Alexis gives him an adorably sleepy smile.] I got you. I'm good. Just need to rest my eyes a little.
[And then she'll have a second wind.]