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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #15 on: March 12, 2019, 08:45:57 PM »
He raised his eyebrows as she stripped. “You do you, girl,” he muttered to himself, admiring her pert ass as it was kissed by the moonlight. He thought she looked like a Selkie, moving through the waves... but then he frowned, unable to think exactly what that was. Was it flattering? He hoped so.

Jenella. It seemed like a long name for a chick that was so straightforward. When he saw her looking for him, he decided to go and ask her if she had any nicknames. He didn’t bother getting rid of his underwear as he raced into the water and swam towards her with effortless strokes. Just because she was naked now didn’t mean anything for him. It’d be a case of more fool him if he let her trick him twice.

He surfaced and sprayed a geyser of water into the air for dramatic effect, anticipating she’d disapprove and already grinning. “So. Jenella. Do you ever get called anything different? Jen? J? Ella? Nelly? Nell-Nell? Jelly?” He tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help advertising how pleased with himself he was on the last name.
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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #16 on: March 12, 2019, 10:09:49 PM »
Standing on the ocean floor, the ocean kissed her shoulders, but she had to bounce along with the taller waves when they rolled past, lest they cover her head. She had to tread water during those times. When he closed in on her and offered her multiple versions of her name after imitating a fountain, she gave it some thought.

"If I am Jelly, are you Peanut?" she prompted. Then she grinned back at him. "Call me Lily, if Jenella is too much for you to handle."

She pronounced it Lee-Lee, with her Russian twinge. She closed in and wrapped her legs around him but kept her upper body away. He wondered if he would touch her or try to claim her while the ocean still had a hold. It would be difficult and tedious unless he brought her to the shore.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #17 on: March 13, 2019, 10:25:30 PM »
He laughed appreciatively at her joke; Peanut might be the worst name he'd been called yet, but who cared? As long as they both knew who she was talking to, it didn't-... she wrapped her legs around him and his thoughts stilled.

He dared to run his hands from her ankles to her thighs, fingertips reading the smooth curves of her legs like a blind man read braille. His fingers splayed on the muscular outside of her thighs, thumbs stroking lightly on their insides. Close to her apex but not presumptuously so. He was acutely aware of the rhythm of the waves and how close it washed her to him each time. His hand slipped higher because of the water, his thumbs angling towards her pussy automatically. His pupils dilated as he squinted at her, trying to figure her out.

"Lily sounds good. Easy done," he agreed. "What do you want to call me? I don't remember what I used to be called. I've had lots of names. It keeps things interesting," he grinned cheekily.

Swish, slip. The texture of her skin changed as the tips of his thumbs met resistance; the gentle swell of her lips beckoned but he anticipated she wouldn't allow him any farther.
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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #18 on: March 14, 2019, 08:50:53 PM »
She could feel his progression on her body and said nothing about it until he was at the precipice of entering her. His reason for requesting a name was dubious - she'd never met one of their kind with amnesia before but had heard stories. She wondered why this was the reason he behaved as he did... wild and free because he had no memories of humanity to keep him in place. In his mind, he'd known nothing except being a predator.

It certainly made him more interesting.

"Chelovek," she said immediately, her lips curling into a smile. She doubted he would know anything behind the meaning of her Russian- inspired name. She let the next wave bring her upper body close to him, and she pressed her small, pert breasts against his chest. She didn't feel the cold of the ocean, but her nipples were hard nubs that no doubt made an impression on his body. With the gentle movements of the waves, they were already in motion. "If you enter, I shall compare you to the last man," she said boldly. "If you are not skilled..." she shrugged.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #19 on: March 17, 2019, 05:52:34 PM »
He snorted derisively at her warning that he'd be compared to the last man. Since when did that not happen? Everyone compared the new with the old; her comparison was just closer together in time than most. He didn't feel pressured. She was telling him that she would hold him against the standard set by a mortal, who needed to breathe. There was no comparison.

"Chel... o-what?" he enquired, trying the name unsuccessfully. As she corrected him and he made further attempts, he towed her slowly out into the ocean, until they were beyond where the waves would break and at a depth where his face would be just below the waterline with him standing flat on the ocean floor.

"Lay back," he instructed her huskily, hooking her knees under his armpits and running his hands up her body, over her hips, skimming her stomach and breasts. Ostensibly, he was caressing her but he applied a little pressure, too, trying to get her into the prone position he wanted. "Look at the stars while I love you."

His dimples showed around his smile at the uncertain look she gave him but she complied, which made him very happy. He slid his broad shoulders and arms between her legs and under them, holding her in place by locking her thighs around his head. He allowed himself to drop below the water's surface and stand comfortably on the sandy ocean seabed, his face already nestled near his goal.

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled lightly around her folds, getting a feel for her unique female topography with his nose, cheeks and lips. He kissed gently along her slit with closed lips, his mouth perpendicular and murmuring, uncaring about entering just yet. His large hands cupped her tight ass from below, his thumbs whispering silky promises along the line where her cheeks met but also not pressing yet. He kissed her up and down unhurriedly, waiting for a response from her before he changed tactic - it didn't matter to him whether it was a quiver of awareness or a twist of impatience, for both would entice him in different ways.

Next, came his tongue. Swiping, curling, teasing, he pressed it along the entire curve of her mound, adoring her like a cat. When he got close to her slit, he twisted his head and sucked her labia between his lips, licking and toying with them in turn, tasting the hint of her core. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, his thumbs nudging inward, gripping and spreading them lightly so that little swishes of water washed along her channel while he sucked gently on her wrinkled lips. They felt like velvet and sugar on his tongue, a delicate morsel that he treated with appropriate care and attention. She must have fed recently, for he was certain blood flowed into them as he sucked, engorging them and heightening their sensitivity. He drew them as far into his mouth as he was able, squeezing them firmly between his lips, scraping his teeth lightly for a change of texture, then caressing with a long, soothing tongue.

The stealth of teasing her was having an effect on him; his cock was hard and throbbing, floating with the rhythm and swell of the waves and the echoing desire in her body. The pulse of her core was so close and she was definitely enjoying herself now, arching against his mouth, subtly tilting her hips that he might go faster, go deeper... he knew what she wanted but he would give it to her in his own time.

His thumbs slid closer to his chin and splayed her suck-swollen labia open, enough for his tongue to dart in lightly. It would feel like a feather penetrating her, ethereal and unsatisfying as it barely brushed the edges of her well. Oh, but he got a taste of her and it shivered through his body, causing him to buck with pleasure as her juices coated his tongue. He smeared it upward, along the line of her lips, hinting that he might go in and press her button, but he didn't.

Adjusting his hands, he positioned one middle finger vertically so that only the tip of his finger was covering her hole, brushing side to side occasionally but not entering her. He held it there while she moved against it, conveying her wishes with delightful eloquence and understatement. His mouth moved upward to the tops of her labia, repeating his licking and sucking movements in places that were so so close to her love nub that he may even have brushed it occasionally - but that was mostly unintentional.

He got a better grip around the small of her back and hips with his non-dominant arm, holding her more firmly in position. He pulled his face back, feeling the swirl of water wash between it and her hungry cunt while he positioned his index and middle finger at the top of her snatch. Firmly but lazily, he then swiped his fingers downward, splitting them around her button and hole, massaging the labia up and down into a slow, scissoring motion. As this action repeated, he became bolder at the bottom, brushing across the bottom of the hole, circling around the button at the top.

Without preamble, he pressed his face in again and flattened his tongue on her clit while his fingers swiped up and down, undulating his tongue hard and fast. He'd practised this manoeuvre frequently and he knew the explosive effect it would have on her; it was like a vibrator being pressed to her most sensitive nerve centre. He would continue vibrating against it until she came. After her first, his two fingers would come together, change direction and enter her, twisting inside her moist tunnel and pressing upward while his tongue flicked her button. He would continue like this indefinitely, altering pressure and angle as required, changing from licking to sucking to pressing as necessary, finger-fucking her soundly while he coaxed as many orgasms from her as he was able.

His turn would come, he was sure, but it was a matter of personal pride that she peak first and well. Perhaps she would even beg for him to enter her... and wouldn't that be delightful?
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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #20 on: Yesterday at 09:36:08 AM »
At his instruction, she let her body float on the surface of the ocean, surprised that he'd walked her deeper into the waves... and that he would sacrifice his release for her own. There were no guarantees he would get anything back; she'd offered him an opportunity to claim her body in any way he liked, and he'd decided on this.

As he teased her with his mouth, she stared at the tiny points of brilliance in the sky, seeing them throb with light as she throbbed with need. This was her second favourite part - the anticipation of the build, the promise of satisfaction. Every now and then the teasing would become her favourite if the release came too rapidly, and that would be a disappointment. Somehow, this time she didn't think she would be disappointed.

He proved himself a masterful lover with his mouth, demonstrating what could only come with experience. The sensation of floating only served to enhance her pleasure, the only touch on her body where he held her or where his tongue and fingers connected. She moved sparingly, arching only when she was overcome by spikes of desire or when the waves moved her.

As her Chelovek brought his movements to a crescendo, she reached her own, and it was ongoing. Her body trembled with her orgasm - orgasms? if more than one, they were lined up one behind the other so she couldn't tell them apart, nor did she want to. Jenella knew pure bliss as fingers and tongue continued or repeated their motions, creating seconds that felt like minutes, and minutes that felt like hours. She voiced no sounds but she did take in breath so she could gasp and sigh; she didn't want any of the sensations to escape or to scream and have him end it. No, she would float on this until her body had enough.

She had no idea how long it took before the orgasms faded and there was only his tongue and his fingers left. It felt nice but was a shadow of the explosion that had taken her over.

"Enough," she said, her mind echoing the sentiment and sending it to him, though she wasn't sure if he would hear her. With a silent sire, she was never sure if her messages would be heard when with someone new. Her Chelovek must have received something, because he withdrew his fingers when she sat up - the position sinking her into the water. She shifted so that her body would slide down his torso, but it was possible if he was insistent that he would keep her seated on his shoulders, and keep his face buried between her legs.

 

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #21 on: Today at 12:03:40 AM »
The newly-christened redhead was more than happy to let her slide down his body and wrap her legs around his hips, seating her on open water and his obvious desire. He cupped her ass as his erection bobbed pleadingly against her cheeks, walking a few steps towards the shore so that their heads and shoulders were out of the water.

He watched her like every predator watches its prey - from beneath heavy lids, his eyes glinting blue with his arousal. Since she'd spoken to him using her mind, he responded in the same way; another point of difference in his favour, surely?

At first, you tasted of his hand... but he's gone now, he told her, wondering if this would be a poignant comment for her. He also wondered if it was his aching to fuck her that drove him to seek her approval so desperately that he was dropping hints. Regardless, she was divine and he was lustcrazed; his sycophancy was warranted.
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