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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #30 on: December 18, 2007, 07:13:10 PM »
His one word relaxed her greatly, even as his fingers seemed to find something (Ryanna knew what, if they actually noticed something).  Though this was a place that she had worked hard to earn, she could not just savor it.  She had to do something, respond, reciprocate something.  The last two times had been nothing like this, so she tried to keep her head clear, so she could think, so she could formulate a plan of some sort.

Her right hand continued running through his blond hair, over his scalp, massaging the back of his head as he toyed with her sensitive nipple.  Her nerve endings were firing off like wild, but she wanted direct contact, not through the cloth.  Through the cloth was not good enough, Ryanna pulling back (her torso only, waist down remaining the same distance from him), lifting her tunic up and over her head.

Oh man it was cold without that cloth on, as thin as it was.  Now she had just one undergarment left.  It was up to Freddy to keep her warm now, which Ryanna had no problems with, what so ever.  There was a blush of heat already on her cheeks, every point of their contact feeling deliciously hot compared to the still warming air around them.

Ryanna pressed her torso back into position, left arm draped across his shoulders, fingers toying with his covered arm for now.  Her right hand was back in his hair, more lingering at the back of his head and massaging it, encouraging what he had been doing before, just without the tunic in the way now.  Ryanna lifted her left leg, sliding it forward on the seat of the chair until the front of her thigh, around the knee, was pressed against his groin, another point of contact.

She was thinking now of what to do next, all the while keeping her mind focused mostly on what he was doing, wanting to feel every second of it, not miss anything.
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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #31 on: December 18, 2007, 07:28:12 PM »
He sucked in breath through his teeth when her knee pressed against his groin, the tension of the situation having caused it to swell noticeably.  She felt so good against him, he wanted to consume her.  His mouth moved from one bare breast to the other even as he tilted his hips forward on the seat and spread his legs, rocking into her thigh, rubbing against her softly.  The chair creaked though and, as ever, he was aware of his weight on something that could be broken if he got too carried away.

His hands slid away from her thighs, squeezing her buttocks before sliding up the smooth curve of her back, pads of his fingers falling naturally into the groove of her spine.  Upward they moved, until they curled over her slim shoulders, gripping her firmly and pressing her against his mouth.  His tongue flicked rapidly against one nipple before his mouth moved back, attending to the other in the same fashion, his thumbs now stroking her slender throat.

"Are you warm enough?" he murmured, pulling away from her breasts long enough to speak and look up at her.  His rough hands roved along her collarbone, shaped her breasts so that the nipples stabbed satisfyingly against his palms and then brushed along her arms.  He liked the way she was touching his hair and arm, though, so he shied from touching her hands in case she felt he wanted her to pull back.  Instead, he caressed back along the length of her arms to her shoulders again, then down her sides.

He couldn\'t get enough of her soft skin and seemed to want to touch her everywhere at once, his hands gentle but determined in their exploration, smoothing over everything he could reach and retracing where he\'d been willingly.  Looking up at her, his gaze became fixed on her lips and he had to fight the urge to stand up so he could kiss her, for he rather enjoyed the position they were in now.

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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #32 on: December 19, 2007, 01:08:32 AM »
Ryanna moved her leg in its lifted position, creating friction with that action, not relenting her contact there.  She could feel what was happening from behind the concealment of those pants, and was relieved she could at least stimulate someone.  For a little while there, Ryanna had been worried.  A lot of that worry was disintegrating, Ryanna focusing on the now, like she had told Freddy to earlier.  It would do her good to follow her own advice.  As long as he didn\'t bring up the Captain (especially the Captain) or the whores, she\'d try not to think of her pasts.  The thought of his having more experience than her would only bring back her nerves (and not the ones that were tingling), so she shut it out.

At the question, Ryanna quickly nodded her head, smile unable to remove itself from her lips. "Yes.  You\'re keeping me warm now."  She bit back the little laugh she felt coming with that statement, chewing on her lower lip a moment until the urge was quelled.  Ryanna had decided that if she could help it, there would be no laughing and no giggling.  Those actions could be taken in entirely wrong ways, and Ryanna totally did not want to deal with that, at all.  Oh no.  She would be on her best behavior now.

The pause allowed her to make another motion, though, Ryanna leaning to get a hold on the bottom trim of his tunic, tugging the thing up.  She needed the cooperation of his arms, needed them to lift up so she could chuck the tunic onto the chair she had occupied not long ago, where her own tunic lay.  As soon as the cloth was removed from him, Ryanna allowed her left hand to start roaming his arm and back, kneading it here and there, enjoying the muscle.  He was big and muscular and strong and Ryanna rather liked that, despite her obvious size difference.

Instead of letting her right hand go back to his hair, she let it play with his neck, eyes lingering there.  She wanted to kiss his muscled neck, maybe even suckle it some, but not right yet.  Ryanna was not shivering any more, though she still had little goosebumps everywhere.  That was Freddy\'s fault, not the temperature.  She just didn\'t want him to be so damn worried about her.  There was still a slightly paternal feel to his concern, at least that she picked up, whether or not it was really there.  That tone made her feel guilty.
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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #33 on: December 19, 2007, 09:12:00 AM »
He watched her watching him and his pulse leapt at the appreciation he could see in her eyes, he\'d never seen anyone looking at his chest with such desire before (as far as he knew, no-one ever had).  It made any hesitance he might have had about disrobing before her dissipate; he was keen to get his pants off, as they were uncomfortably tight by now, but her knee nudging him felt damn good and he was barely able to stop himself from crying out lustfully every time she shifted it and rubbed him in a different way.

His tongue swiped over his lips as she bit hers and he forced himself to think about what she\'d said (thinking was becoming harder and harder now); damn, he\'d rather hoped she\'d still be cold so he could get her to the bed.  No matter; although this was awkward and he couldn\'t see them consummating things on the chair (as inadventurous as he was), it was still fun for now.

Freddy\'s attention slid lower, to her underwear, and his hands converged there as well, roving over her breasts one more time, on the way.  He untied the string that held the undergarment in place and began to roll the material down over her hips, not wanting to be conventional and just drag them off, liking the sedate pace they were both taking.  There was an edge of steel within him that told him he wouldn\'t be able to be this patient for much longer, but for now he was enjoying the slow, steady burn of the build.

One roll, two.  The third had his breath held and his hands stilled as he got the underwear halfway down but all he could do was stop and admire, eventually gripping her and turning her slightly for his own, private observation.  The top half of her patch of red curls were visible to him, the curve of both hips and, when he urged her to swivel, the most delightful rounds of half-revealed ass cheeks, like ripe peaches ready for the biting.  He remembered to breathe about the time he leaned back in his chair and saw her front again, the air whistling raggedly in and out of him now while he stared worshipfully.

"Gods... you\'re beautiful," he managed to tell her thickly, though he didn\'t look up at her as his hands drifted over her soft skin, into the dip by her hips and across the base of her abdomen, brushing those curls ever so lightly.  Very quickly after, his hands were gripping her again and his face traced that path, nuzzling its way from hip to hip and everywhere in between, his lips finding her belly button and tongue delving, instigating its participation in the silent adoration of her pelvis.

Well, not so silent.  His breathing stayed accelerated and ragged, his mouth occupied more with touching every soft bit of her than with pulling breath into his burning lungs and, muffled by her stomach as it was, he didn\'t pay his own noises much mind, not noticing the frequent moans of delight that were slipping out as well.  His hands kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and caressing, parting them and dipping in beneath the underwear, lightly tracing the line where the cheeks met compulsively.

Eventually, he rolled the underwear lower - though it couldn\'t come off because of her crooked leg.  His belly clenched as the light from the fire behind her showed wetness in the bottom-most curls between her thighs and a shot of primal heat throbbed through him, causing his hands to clench on her hips.  He stood up swiftly, forcing her to stand on her own feet, pulling her against him when he was upright.  He cupped her face, staring intently into her surprised eyes.  "I need to taste you," he said through a jaw clenched so tight with restraint, he likely looked fearsome or unattractive, but that wasn\'t on his mind.

His lips crushed against hers then, his tongue seeking hers in a passionate kiss as his hands curled around her backside and lifted her off her feet, against him.  He relied on her to get a grip on his shoulders as he carried her - vertically this time, which was likely nowhere near as romantic but far more erotic as they could kiss and he could feel her naked front against his - into the bedroom, skirting the table with a generous berth and being careful to not bump into the doorway of her room.  Her kiss made him slightly dizzy, so it was a damn miracle neither of them ended up bruised.

He set her down by the bed, attempting to do four things at once - turn down the covers, get her undergarment all the way off, kiss her neck and remove his own pants - but he was so scattered that he pretty much only did two and she accomplished the rest.  He got his boots and pants off and touched and kissed her while she got hers off and turned the bed down.  It wasn\'t tidy and his eagerness to keep touching her probably didn\'t make things easy, but he didn\'t care.  When he spied a space on the bed he could lay her, he urged her there, on her back, and followed her down.

As her head came to rest on the pillow, he paused to admire her in the soft firelight coming from the room behind them, her face mainly in shadows but he\'d committed her features to memory by now, so he knew what he was seeing.  He smiled at her as he hovered over her, his knees together and on the edge of the mattress for the time being, his hands pushing into the softness either side of her upper arms as he supported himself.  Very slowly did he lower himself down then, trying to calm things a little, and kiss her gently.

He explored her mouth with his tongue, trying to keep it soft and delicate like she was, rather than the rough exploration that was typical of him.  He liked the taste of her and so it was easy to take his time and savour her but the desire to drop himself down onto her was growing and he needed to distract himself.  Leaving her mouth, he began kissing his way lower, along her jaw and throat, his tongue tracing the length of her collarbone, suckling at her breasts until he left them hard again, kissing down the centre of her abdomen until he reached her sex.

The bed was big but not quite big enough for this manouevre, so he had to take a little time to manhandle her so that she was laying across the mattress at more of a diagonal.  This also required the blankets to be moved fully, though he made sure she was partially covered on one side, for this room was colder than the other.  He apologised once but it was irreverant, for he was intent on laying himself between her legs and completing the diagonal (he had to be careful to position himself, for his rod was straining to get inside her and had to be pulled up along his stomach first, so he could lay on it).  He still had to curl his legs up at the knee due to the bed being the size it was (his was much larger, to accommodate his height) but that didn\'t worry him.

One thing Freddy did know how to do, was please a woman with his tongue and he set about doing just that for Ryanna.  His forearms were scooped under her thighs so that his hands could curl around and pull her lips apart for him, his tongue diving into her musky wetness eagerly.  He knew, from past experience, that the best way to prepare a woman to take him (and he wasn\'t overly long, in his opinion, it was generally his girth that was the problem) was to have her reach her peak like this, then she would be fully open and he wouldn\'t have to worry so much about hurting her.  He had plans for how Ryanna could control that situation somewhat too, but the first step was to satisfy her like this and the rest would come afterwards.  As it progressed, he would pull his right arm back so that he could insert a couple of fingers into her just to be sure, because she was quite tiny and that worried him, but he just had to hope that she was built differently on the inside.

He certainly could barely wait to find out.

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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #34 on: December 19, 2007, 11:06:46 AM »
Everything suddenly turned into a whirlwind, swirling hastily onward with her caught up in it.  Ryanna did not mind at all, enjoying how he watched her, how his eyes lingered on certain places.  She found her breaths flighty, barely in her lungs before they fought to be expelled, the moment his hands started loosening her undergarment, the only piece of her clothing left.  The slowness of his movements drove home their gravity, how soon she would be laid out entirely for his viewing, for him to do as he pleased.  Before, her undergarment had served as a last barrier, but now, it was being shed, Ryanna feeling more and more vulnerable the further down he went with her protection.

And when he said she was beautiful… Ryanna’s cheeks flared bright red, a tingling warmth shooting all about her body, elevating her.  He actually thought that.  Ryanna could hear it in his voice, and it made her soar.  She tried taking a deep breath and failed, lungs still not cooperating.  The desire was rising quickly, ready to burst in her.  She wondered how it felt in him.  With that question on her mind, she rocked her knee gently against him again, rubbing his shoulders searchingly, reverently in her hands, letting her palms run down his back the whole time before going back up to those muscular shoulders.

A moan, quiet and breathy, escaped her lips as he started around her hips.  Her waist was extremely sensitive, and everything around it doubly so.  Freddy found her spot, or rather area.  Everyone had one, and the more he paid attention to that area, the closer her breaths drew to pants, Ryanna letting her head toss back some,  Ryanna biting on her lip though another moan managed to escape.  He would definitely know he hit something (if he was listening), even if she didn’t verbalize in the forms of English words.  Her panting and squirming and other noises should be enough.

His grip on her tightened and she liked it, that rough feel, the tingling of pain there intermingling with all her pleasure.  Ryanna took a moment to look down, seeing what he saw, having felt it herself.  Freddy had her effectively turned on, lubricated up for what she wanted to come next.  The natural progression of their broiling passions was what she wanted to explode.  It probably wouldn’t happen on the chair, Ryanna had heard the creek, but she was unwilling to move away from Freddy, especially when he exclaimed the need to taste her, which only elevated her already mounting arousal.

His intensity was fiercely attractive to her, in a primal, warrior sort of way.  Ryanna met the kiss with as much intensity, wanting it deeper, tongue dueling playfully with his.  She even snagged his tongue at one point, suckling on it before letting it go.

They made it to her room without too much incident.  The position was odd, but she liked being draped along him, his arms around her.  Eagerly she stripped off the last of her clothing, no longer so hesitant.  Ryanna knew what she wanted now.

Should she have brought the lantern back in there from the kitchen?  Oil was burning away there in the other room, but Freddy was already atop her, Ryanna’s attention snapping quickly back, searching out his neck for a kiss before he was moving her again.  She understood.  Her bed was huge for her, but not for a person like Freddy.  He would know how to deal with this situation, so Ryanna let herself be moved, positioned as he needed in order to taste her.  Her thighs were quivering in anticipation, and though her bedroom was slightly colder than the main room, Ryanna did not feel cold.  There was a lot of warmth rushing through her, the warmth between his legs wanting to plead him to go down there, join it.

When he dove right in, Ryanna arched up a little into the probing tongue, biting on the middle knuckle on her right hand, left arm skewed however it fell on the bed next to her.  Ryanna could not stop herself from panting now, moans rising up, more and more frequently the more he did, Ryanna arching up into it more the more stimulated she was.  It was rising in her in waves.  Ryanna reached down with her unoccupied left hand, running it through his hair, rubbing his head, kneading his shoulders.

“Freddy—“ It was a pant, cut off at the end by a much louder exclamation of her rising pleasure, a few in quick succession.  By Adora and Talon and anyone else out there, he was good with his tongue and Ryanna could not contain the sounds any longer, even if she wanted him to do more.  Her mind pleaded for him to please slide atop her, navigate in, glide him home, but Ryanna could not speak that aloud, as much as she wanted to.

The most she could do to signal her want for more of him in her was tugging up at him with her left hand, just gentle nudges, the most she could manage.  Ryanna did not want this to stop, but there was something else to do.  If he wasn’t so big, she might have disengaged this contact and flipped him on his back, making the point by mounting him herself.  Oh, the sounded good, but alas, she was too small and he had a good grip on her legs.
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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #35 on: December 19, 2007, 11:56:35 AM »
He ceased what he was doing and looked up at her at the sound of his name - well, his nickname, anyway.  He decided right then and there that he wanted to rectify that and it seemed that now was as good a time as any.  She seemed ready, was obviously in a state of chaos with wanting and looked like she needed the rest of him, to complete this.  He couldn\'t help but admire her fortitude, holding off from reaching her peak with his tongue at her pleasure button and two fingers probing inside her dripping well.

Frankly, he was bloody glad.  It wasn\'t helping him stay calm, feeling the hot, soft walls of her clenching around his fingers and knowing it would soon be a far more sensitive part of him, nor the feel of her engorged bud pulsing in time against his tongue.  It was driving him mad with desire and it was with a huge sense of relief that he released her thighs in order to crawl up her body.

Hovering over her face, he looked intently into her eyes.  "My name\'s John," he told her seriously, then grinned, finding the fact that he was only introducing himself now quite amusing.  Nobody called him that, only his parents, but for some reason, he wanted her to say it here, now.  He wanted her to be special.  "Pleased to meet you," he giggled, then rolled to the side, falling beside her and nudging her over a little, so that he could be laying on his back in the middle of the bed.  His expression was quite serious again.

"I want you to do it, to be on top," he panted, kissing her shoulder and caressing her in a rather desperate, grasping manner.  It was obvious - even beyond the pole erected between his legs in her honour - in his touch that he\'d progressed to a place where his desire for her was a driving thing, that the raw lust in his voice and movements wouldn\'t be easily controlled and keep things civil between them, and that worried him.  "I don\'t wanna\' hurt you," he insisted, doing his best not to just grab her up and impale her on him anyway, squeezing her breasts or raking fingers across her lower stomach instead, "you need to... do it," he stammered, waving a vague hand about in a rolling manner, as if that would encourage lucid words to fall from his lips.

He couldn\'t think clearly, couldn\'t articulate what he wanted but he was hopeful she\'d understand.  He rolled flat onto his back and stopped touching her (it was one of the hardest things he could ever remember doing) so that she could, indeed, assume control.  He watched her impatiently, grinding the bottom sheet in his fists and breathing hard as he waited.  The exertion of holding himself back was terrible, and every muscle on his beautifully toned body stood out with the strain, his salute to her bobbing hopefully over his abdomen as he tried not to think about what it would be like once she slid down him.  That would bring everything to a very rapid conclusion, before it had even really begun and it had happened to him enough times that he was wary of it happening again.  Not now, not this time; perfection was the goal.

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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #36 on: December 19, 2007, 12:24:03 PM »
“John.”  She repeated it quietly to herself the moment she could speak, watching him move away from her, lay beside her.  Ryanna’s gaze trailed down him then, admiring what she could see by the dim light drifting from the other room.  He really was lovely.  The young woman could not understand how others of her gender couldn’t want him.  Of course, everyone had their preferences, so Ryanna was glad she had this, him, here, and not some other woman being with him.

Ryanna rolled on top of him, grinning down at him. “Hello John.  The pleasure is all mine.”  With that she rubbed her hands up the arms closest to them, sitting up, wet slit positioned just in front of where his proud manhood stood guard.  Ryanna could feel its silky surface against her lower back, and had to fight the urge to just slide on it and move frantically with her want for full consummation.  They had gone slow, almost painfully slow, for most of this time, enjoying every moment, every sensation.  This should be no different.

Lifting herself, Ryanna slid back, toying with the tip just inside her lit, getting it just slightly wet.  She could not help but kiss at his neck, bite it softly as she did so.  Rocking forward, Ryanna broke their contact before moving back, sliding his length (and girth, with made it a tight and slow descent) into her until it could go no further.  Ryanna pushed down once that point had been made.  These motions continued, Ryanna’s palms supporting her on either side of his torso, each up and down a hair faster, as her canal got used to his size.

Soon her breaths were getting louder, Ryanna leaning over to kiss at his jawline while continuing her motions up and down (more like back and forth from that angle).  She worked on him slowly, increasing in speed to make sure he did not go immediately.  Ryanna wanted this to last as long as possible, the tingling of pain she felt with the amazing pleasure making it all the more sweet.  She liked it rough, though no one had complied yet.  Ryanna did not bring it up.  This would be best, go with the delicious tempo of their night.

“John…  Ohhh…”  She liked saying his name, the way it fell from her lips.  It felt special, sacred in a way.  Ryanna did not try holding in her noises this time.  His size managed to get her back to the feelings she had before very quickly.  She only hoped it felt so divine to him.
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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #37 on: December 19, 2007, 12:54:08 PM »
He chuckled as she told him the pleasure of meeting was all hers, feeling a secretive blush spread through his chest when she said his name, and repeated it for good measure.  He\'d been right; it did feel good for her to say it when no-one else did, in a way that no-one else ever had.

He clenched his jaw as she positioned herself, loosing his hold on the sheets in order to grip her thighs again, not really hoping to steady her so much as steady him.  Her lips at his throat were unadulterated temptation, the sensation of her biting and licking there as she slid down and rocked on him with agonising deliberation causing him to whimper and yip deep in his throat like a trapped fox.

He sighed as she moaned his name now, opening his eyes to look at her and overcome with how lovely she looked, sliding back and forth on him.  His lips sought hers - he\'d loved the way she\'d sucked on his tongue earlier and, truth be known, he thrust his into her mouth rather hoping for a repeat of that pulling now that he was inside her - and his hands roved.  His roughened palms grazed the entirety of her back, squeezing and kneading as he went, before they dropped helplessly to her ass.

Though he knew he shouldn\'t, he gripped the globes of her cheeks and pushed and pulled with her tempo, increasing the speed of it.  His fingers slid around to the gap between, probing at her puckered rear opening before realising where he was and sliding forward, delighting in feeling him connected so completely with her.  It forced his head away from hers, the kiss breaking as he gasped for breath, eyes closed and his head tilted back on the pillow.

"You\'re... an amazing... woman," he panted, the sinews in his neck straining as he arched backwards.  It was feeling their connection that was doing him in, he knew he had to stop exploring down there, but he simply couldn\'t believe she had all of him inside her (well, anything she didn\'t have was negligible, as far as he could tell).  That was a very rare thing indeed.  She was intoxicating and the feeling of her sliding along him was maddening.  He didn\'t know how he hadn\'t spilled in her yet; he didn\'t know how he\'d avoid doing it, in the position they were currently in, either.

A position change was called for, and fast.  His arms crossed over her back and he held her to him, sitting up and gaining his knees without sliding out of her.  Swivelling, he then laid her back on the bed, his hands finding purchase on the mattress either side of her.  "I have... to... " he panted, leaning over her, unable to finish his explanation as his hips did the talking for him, pistoning into her.  He dropped onto his left elbow beside her head, gnawing at her ear, biting and sucking hard on her neck as he drove into her, his hand curled around the top of her head to hold her in position.

He was a creature of instinct, knowing what he wanted from both of them; his right hand snuck between them and he pressed his thumb to her nub while he thrust inside her.  Unfortunately, it didn\'t take long for his frenzied actions to achieve their goal; it seemed like milliseconds he\'d been inside and on top of her (even though it was about five minutes) before he knew he had to pull out.  His hand left her so he could grab himself and direct his spurting downwards, onto the sheet beneath them, safely out of her.  He moaned in her ear as he climaxed, stroking himself and already missing the feel of her, his hand sliding back to tangle in her folds as he convulsed repeatedly against her, his elbow aching with the strain of trying not to squash her.  He had no idea how she fared, but his fingers dove into her as replacements for him, his thumb nudging in what he hoped was a helpful manner.

It wouldn\'t be the first time he\'d managed to wreck things and get lost in his own satisfaction, rather than concentrating on his partner and that was his biggest downfall; he sincerely hoped he\'d done better with Ryanna, for she deserved much better.  Trouble was, he couldn\'t seem to get beyond the sweetnes pounding through him enough to open his eyes and check, just yet.

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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #38 on: December 19, 2007, 01:18:03 PM »
It was getting really hard to multi-task, Ryanna having some trouble keeping the same rhythm with her body while kissing him, chasing after his tongue.  She managed to catch it with her teeth, pulling it in her mouth further, sucking on it.  Decided that was way to distracting, even for her, Ryanna stopped with that, no more concentrating so much on his tongue when there were more important places of contact.  His hands on her sides, roaming all over and around her reminding her that rhythm and tempo were very important here, Ryanna having to keep both up.

Amazing?  Ryanna doubted it, but that was not something she concentrated on.  She was an amazing woman, he said, but he did not say her name at all.  As much as she would have enjoyed him saying it, his breath all hot like that, Ryanna did not press it, too busy pressing other things.

The flip was a relief.  Ryanna had started to get tired, or at least her legs were, wanting a pause to let the muscles recover.  That was what had her shifting angles a lot, before the flip, Ryanna trying to find a position where her legs did not scream.  Need.  It was a word that lingered with her, even as her swelling pleasure erupted inside of her as he went harder, giving her exactly what she had been secretly yearning for all this time.  Need was different than want, and Ryanna could not forget how he needed to drive into her like that.

It drove all her senses wild, voice and breaths corresponding with it, hips arching up at him, her squeezing as the pleasure writhed in her.  Ryanna did not even notice how soon it was over, too enthralled by the sensations Freddy--- John--- had managed to bring about that the other two men she had failed in.  As he sagged onto her, convulsing, removing himself, Ryanna was riding the tides of her orgasm out, very smitten with the experience as a whole.

“That’s not needed…”  Ryanna whispered these words into his closest ear when his fingers started playing again.  Her ear was still throbbing from where he’d gotten it, and she cherished the feeling.  “Mmmmm, that was…. amazing.” Ryanna could not think of a better word, and the way she carried it out as a satisfied purr might be reassuring.

Knowing he might want to lie down (where he had not spilled himself), Ryanna wiggled herself to the side, now lying straight on her bed, close to one edge.  However, despite her moving away, she kept a hand in contact with him, not wanting to be completely devoid of him now.  Oh no.  Not after that.  Ryanna didn’t ever want to let him go, but knew she would have to eventually.  Just not right now.
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Re: Anonymous Musings
« Reply #39 on: December 19, 2007, 01:31:32 PM »
Drunkenly, he pulled his hand away from her, her words not piercing his thick mind fast enough for him to react immediately.  "Sorry," he mumbled, peering groggily up at her, watching her slide away and wanting to snatch her back.  He relised she was only making room for him so he fell off his elbow and onto that side, dragging her back quickly.  He made sure he was laying on the patch of wetness he\'d left behind, the feeling unpleasant against his thigh but better he had it than she.

He sat up, cradling her with his left arm and snagging the blankets to pull over them both with his right before laying back down with her, kissing her forehead as he made sure they were both covered and the heat they\'d just worked up couldn\'t escape.  That would be a terrible waste.

"No, Ryanna, you are," he breathed, sighing happily as he tucked her in against him and his eyes drifted closed.  "Maybe we are," he conceded after a moment, a dopey giggle following the admission.  "I made a mess of your bed, sorry," he mumbled next, the lethargy of a hard-won orgasm working through his body and sending him into slumber, no matter how much he fought it.  "I should\'ve kept my pants or sompin\'," he told her regretfully.  After another moment, he sucked in a fast and loud breath, forcing his eyes to open as he looked down at her.  "Do you mind if I stay a lil\' while?  I jus\' need a lil\' rest and then I\'ll leave, promise," he queried, knowing she\'d have to talk fast for him to be able to fight the leaden feeling of happiness bearing his body down.

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« Reply #40 on: December 19, 2007, 01:42:50 PM »
Ryanna was happy to get dragged back to him, settling beneath the sheets and savoring the lingering warmth.  Even if the fireplace did not properly heat her room, this did a wonderful job.  Ryanna snuggled in against him, her eyes feeling a bit droopy, but she kept herself awake.  It would be rude to just drop off into sleep after everything which had happened tonight.  She could manage to keep her eyes open a little longer, and talk if he wanted.  Some people liked talking afterwards, not that Ryanna could understand it.

A giggle escaped her as he said she was amazing again, continuing at his second thought.  Their bodies seemed to fit, even though their heights were rather off.  Still, Ryanna would not deny what parts of them fit.  Would they ever do this again?  Sometime?  Ryanna really wanted to, at some point, but hoped it would not be as frustrating as this night started out.  He had been awfully hard to coax out of his shell, but once he was out...

"It\'s fine, I understand."  Ryanna was talking about his stain on her bed.  The young woman would rather not end up pregnant, so better safe than sorry.  A sticky spot was worth that safety.  Ryanna could launder the sheets when she washed her clothing anyway, which she needed to do tomorrow, before work, so she could hang it all the dry while she was at the shop.

"If you want, you can sleep here.  I mean, you probably have work in the morning, but your house isn\'t far from here, so it wouldn\'t be too bad?  You don\'t have to stay, though."  Ryanna really didn\'t want him to go.  It would be the cherry topping her pie if Freddy decided to stay, making an amazing night perfect for her.  She would not beg him to stay though.  It was his decision.  His work probably started earlier than hers, as well.  Oh, why did she have to keep finding reasons for him to leave?
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« Reply #41 on: December 19, 2007, 01:57:07 PM »
"Mmmno," he told her, being absolutely unclear in his response.  He slumped back beside her though, and pulled her even tighter against him, working a leg over hers.  "\'ve got an afternoon shift, s\'alright, I\'ll stay.  I want to... " he sighed and was promptly asleep.

~*~

Freddy pulled a face as he opened his eyes the next morning, light hitting him from a direction he wasn\'t used to, and a bed beneath him that didn\'t feel like his, either.  He moved his head, sensing a warmth in the bed with him that had the events of the night before rushing back at him all at once, and a truly surprised expression dominating his sleep-riddled face as he straightened up, onto his left elbow again.

His body protested the move, for he\'d slept very soundly indeed and had barely moved position through the night, leaving him achey and sore.  His right hand ran through his hair as he looked around the room and then at the woman nestled against him and he smiled, even though a rush of guilt swept through him.

She looked so young and peaceful like this, bringing home to him the fact that she was only seventeen and far fresher than he\'d probably ever been.  Her hair framing her pretty face made him feel even more grizzled and ashamed of himself, for he felt like he\'d well and truly overstepped his bounds this time.  Still... it had been the best night of his life, as far as intimacy with a woman went and that rather lessened the strength of the guilt.

He brushed some of her hair back and then was compelled to kiss the curve of eyebrow that he\'d revealed, nuzzling down her face until he realised that his whiskers would likely scratch that soft, sensitive skin of hers and he didn\'t want to mark her.  He pulled back instead, watching her intently in the soft swell of dawn\'s earliest light, wanting to know how she woke up and what she did first of a morning.

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« Reply #42 on: December 19, 2007, 02:13:56 PM »
The first thing she felt upon coming to consciousness was something soft pressing onto her eyebrow, and then something prickly not too far away from it.  This had her drawing in a deep breath, mind forcing her brain not to panic since this was not what happened in the morning and her body knew it.  Slowly, one eye crept open, noticing how she was not looking at the normal view she got in the morning, seeing the far wall rather than the ceiling.  It took a few more moments for her groggy mind to realized her whole back, shoulders to feet, were pressed against something warm and fleshy: a person.

Ohhhhhhh.

A smile manifested onto her lips as a slight drawing up at the sides, moving like molasses in speed.  Ryanna was usually really slow for a bit in the morning, and today was no different, especially with her late and exhausting night.  Soon enough her body was willing to move, though, Ryanna squirming and wiggling until she was turned around, facing John.  It was nice to see he had stayed the night with her, all the way through rather than running off.  Ryanna had slept like the dead, so deep his leaving (and tripping over everything in the house) would not have woken her up.  

She took a deep breath, savoring the early air, so crisp and refreshing.  Ryanna felt all shiny and new, though she know she needed a bath.  Her boyish cut hair was rather messy, and she wanted to be nice and clean and pretty smelling.  They had worked up quiet the sweat last night, after all.

"Mornin\' John."  Ryanna felt the urge to stretch, but stopped herself.  That would involve sitting up, and facing the freezing climate her room adopted at this hour, completely naked.  Oh no, she was not falling for that one.  Just a little longer in the warmth, please?, she asked her mind, and it easily bended to that idea.  Last night had been great, and Ryanna felt no regrets about it, what so ever.
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« Reply #43 on: December 19, 2007, 02:23:55 PM »
"Morning, Ryanna," he grinned, pleased that he could now see her face properly.  He brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers, feeling very goofy and worshipful as he looked at her, but knowing himself well enough that he realised he had to squash those feelings.  If he let it go on, he\'d find himself smitten with her and devoted in no time, and that was not acceptable.  She was too young for him.

"I slept very well, thank you for letting me stay.  I hope you did too?" he murmured, raising eyebrows at her.  He wanted to kiss her, his face hovering so close over hers, but he knew that that would also be a mistake, it would feed his happiness and desire for her and make parting so much more difficult.  He just watched her and kissed her in his mind, instead, the desire likely visible to her in his expression, this close.

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« Reply #44 on: December 19, 2007, 02:43:14 PM »
Finally, he managed to say his name.  It made her feel warm inside in a cuddly cute sort of way, very unlike how she had felt last night.  Her long standing crush had been consummated, which made her a very happy camper right now, the morning after.  It was just the prospect of having to get out of bed some time soon that did not sound so pleasant.  She had work before lunch would arrive, so she had to be ready by then.

The light still looked early, though.  She had time.

"I slept wonderful."  Ryanna giggled a little, not much though, and quiet at that.  She was fine with the amount of sleep she had gotten, as well, knowing she could run off it for the day, then crash when she got off work.  That would definitely make up for any sleep she lost.  Well, lost was entirely not the right word for it, not at all.  Lost would suggest she did not have something worth more in its place.

The young woman looked into Freddy\'s eyes then, spotting something in them that she had been feeling ever since she turned around to face him, but had been holding back the urge.  She had not wanted to seem clingy, needy.  However, when she saw that desire for a kiss, Ryanna would not deny him (or herself), leaning forward, and up a little, to plant a soft kiss on his lips.  She withdrew with a smile.

"Do you have work today?"  Ryanna had noticed it was just dawn, and was curious as to how quickly John (she kept thinking of him as both names, since Freddy was more familiar and John felt more intimate) had to leave.  She was trying to calculate when she had to go, or when she would have to start preparing to go, not wanting to turn away from him to look at the little clock, rested on the table over near the entrance of the room.  It was the only time-piece in the whole house, and had been very expensive, but Ryanna liked the brass thing.  It was pretty and useful.  That, and it had been a gift from her mother, the only thing Ryanna had left of the woman.
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