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.
