Whirling Dervish

[Existentially Odd]

He chuckled, pleased that she hadn\'t moved away any farther.  It allowed him to press his lips to her ear as he spoke.  "In all honesty... more with every question you ask."
 
His tongue brushed lightly against the upper shell, his nose buried in her hair, acknowledging when it was last washed.  "Would you like to verify how much I want to, for yourself?" he invited, his hands going back to her hips as he nudged his hardening groin somewhere above her pelvis.

[Harlequin]

An involuntary sound escaped her lips as the cool, fleeting touch of his tongue followed the heat of his words in her ear – one of her confessed tender spots –  and her breath caught again as his hands went to her slim hips.

"I can v-verify that well enough from right where I am," Nimm stuttered, as she tentatively placed her hands on Tom\'s bare upper arms. She pressed herself more fully against him – going up on her tiptoes to meet his hips with hers – but she was almost shy about doing so, as though still unsure how far she wanted to let this go. She did notice, however, that he hadn\'t yet gotten her back against the wall. It would be terribly dissapointing to learn that he was all talk.

The scent of her would tell him that she\'d washed it about a day ago, with something heady and organic – though, most of the rest of her smelled like that, as well.

Her small but callused hands slid down his sides as she asked her question, "So what color are my panties?"

[Existentially Odd]

He slid his hands back into his pockets, intent on following his innuendo to the letter.

"You\'re not listening very well," he chastised, maintaining contact with her ear by whispering into it, delighting in the reactions he\'d received thus far and wishing to increase them. Her warm hands upon his arms were enticing and the sensations his tongue was transmitting to his brain when it prodded suggestively into the canal of her ear before hastily pressing behind the lobe - just for something different - were also predominantly concerned with the heat of her, and her softness.  "I told you; they\'re purple.  And lacey.  They look lovely, though I need a closer look."
 
He took advantage then - quite meanly, really - of her raising herself up on tip toes. She was off balance so he stepped into her, needing to use her position and the momentum he created to get her against the wall. It was an awkward move (given his pocketed fists) but it resulted in her contacting the obstruction with a satisfying thud and him overstepping it slightly. He was hard up against her, pinning her smaller frame as he\'d promised, one leg between hers as he left her ear, nudged at her jaw and craned his face down to lick and suck on her neck.
 
After he\'d become properly acquainted with the area, he worked his way back up to her ear. His hips had been grinding against hers the entire time, his highly muscled thigh alternating the rhythm. "I have another question," he breathed, scraping his teeth around the outer edge of her ear just to create a significant pause, "may I use my hands, yet?"

[Harlequin]

Nimm elicited a small yip of surprise at the sudden movement, grip tightening slightly on his sides. But then she laughed, turning her head to give him better access to her ears and throat, arcing her back against him as best best she could, "Mmmm, tricksy," she breathed.

She liked the fact that she never actually knew what he he was going to do next, that for all her planning and observation, Tom still took her off guard at every turn.

"Please do," she purred in answer to his question. She hadn\'t quite given up on trying to sound conversational – trying to maintain some control over the situation, but by now the desire had crept even into her voice.

The fixit girl\'s hands crept lower, meeting on his lower back just above the waistband of his pants, "What should I do with mine?"

[Existentially Odd]

"Ooh, anything you see fit, darlin\'," he chuckled, withdrawing his hands from his pockets at last, intent on using them to full advantage.  He had an instant of regret for giving her open slather on the use of her limbs, considering that she might yet be toying with him and be planning to attack him in some way, but he decided just as quickly that if she were some sort of slayer or sadistic killer and it was his time to go... so be it.  He faced death with his immortality clenched between his teeth on a regular basis and he couldn\'t think of a better way to go.  He only wished to be inside her when the final blow was struck, and that her aim would be true.

Dismissing such melodramatic thoughts, he made sure she was facing him directly and wrapped his arms around her, preparing to capitalise on every whispery tease he\'d delivered thus far.  Each of his broad hands grabbed an ass cheek and lifted her, taking turns to support her weight as first his right, then his left hand, travelled the length of her legs and hooked them deliberately around his waist.  Whether she clasped her feet together or left them spread behind him, he didn\'t care, for his entire focus shifted back to her crotch.  He took a few practice rocks against her - adjusting her pants once by pulling them up her thighs to lessen their tautness - then settled his narrow hips into hers.  His left hand supported her right cheek so that she was angled slightly towards his bulge, but his right hand wound down in a far more independent manner and proceeded to stroke an erect thumb along her slit... front to back... back and forth... leaving just in time for him to bump his clothed groin against her front, then sliding back, only to probe forward again while he withdrew.

Although establishing this rhythm - and the subtle-but-necessary business of getting his own footing, balance and upper body position just right - was his priority, he didn\'t neglect everything else.  For a start, he kissed her.  It wasn\'t pretty and his tongue fucked her mouth (in time to the pattern he was establishing below) more than it caressed it, his lips ensnaring hers haphazardly and teeth getting in the way a couple of times, but it fanned his want of her extraordinarily.

Secondly, he went back to her ears.  He licked and sucked, nibbled and thrust into both of them, remembering that she\'d said they were a weak spot.

In the spirit of exploitation, thirdly he paused in his lower region manipulations long enough to grasp her right arm.  His hand slid along its length from armpit to hand - indifferent to what she\'d decided to do with it - and slapped it against the wall beside her head, palm towards him.  In a dastardly fast manoeuvre, he then pinned it in place with his mouth on her wrist, so that his hand could return to squeezing her ass and his other fingers could resume their play along her valley.  The friction he\'d worked up had heated his thumb to a near burning degree but he continued anyway, hoping that his roughness translated as a fiery tease through the thickness of her pants and lacey panties, while his tongue and lips worshipped the pulse of her inner wrist (and palm, occasionally).

This completed his trifecta.  She\'d named three sensitive areas and he\'d visited each reverently; all while holding her in place against a wall and touching nothing else directly.  He\'d set himself the goal of ten minutes to get her from reluctant to dripping when he\'d first asked that question, so he had no time to dally... the clock was ticking.  He so loved a challenge.  "Are you wet enough for me to fuck you yet?" he asked hoarsely, nudging her wrist closer to her head with his nose, so that he could alternate using his mouth on it and her ear.  If she had any plans of backing out, this was his final warning.  She either objected strongly now or she acknowledged the fact that he was going to screw her.

[Harlequin]

Another surprised noise escaped her as he lifted her into this intimate hold. The guy didn\'t waste time, she could say that much for him.

But she didn\'t actually say anything (for a few minutes, at least) after that thought entered her head, because everything but the physical bits of her normally agile conscious brain just stopped working. Why think when you can feel?

Her dainty toes curled in her workboots, and her breath did indeed hitch – a little \'oh\' sound coming from her lips along with it –  with each stroke of either his thumb or his erection against her most tender of spots. The jeans were thick, but the constant attention made up for it many times over.

The tradeswoman made no complaint about the messy nature of the kiss, though she did have the presence of mind to return it in kind. He could\'ve done whatever he wanted to her, and she would have thanked him for it.

"Yesyesyes," she moaned through gritted teeth, in answer to his question. A breathy laugh escaped her lips, when she asked her own, "D-do you still w-want me to strip for you?"

[Existentially Odd]

That was exactly what he\'d been thinking.  Frankly, she was wearing too many clothes and he was approaching a state where he would just tear them off, if it was left to him to remove them.

He backed her away from the wall immediately, holding her and licking her  throat as he carefully negotiated his way around her toolbox and whatever else she’d left lying around.  When he was about two metres from the bed though, he set her down and grasped her face in his hands.  He leaned down and kissed her, before pulling back with a grin.  “Yes, strip for me,” he demanded, pressing on her shoulders in a manner that suggested she hadn\'t offered at all and this was exactly the spot he desired her to be in, then reversing to the bed.

This time he sat on the side of it, staring eagerly at her - and he had pants on - but his expectation was the same, his appreciation just as obvious as it had been earlier.  He watched her intently, unable to contain himself… to the point that he undid his trousers, reached in and pulled his straining cock free, his balls holding his underwear down in the lee of his gaping zipper.  His right hand travelled the solid length slowly as his left opened the top drawer of the bedside table.

Without looking, he grabbed a condom – abandoning his shaft to tap against his muscled abdomen briefly so that he could unwrap the little foil square and withdraw the prophylactic – and rolled it on.  Sure, he wouldn’t give or gain a disease from her, but she didn\'t know that and, in his experience, it paid to appear to do all the right things in this modern era; it cut down on unnecessary mood-killing arguments.

Tossing the wrapper towards the nightstand, he then leaned back on his left hand and continued stroking his salute to her with his right, greatly anticipating the show he’d always known she was destined to give him.

[Harlequin]

Nimm savored the kiss, though she didn\'t generally like kissing – on the mouth, anyway – overmuch.

"You lost the game," she told him in a low voice, once he\'d settled himself on the bed. Her eyes fell shamelessly to his exposed member, and she considered leaving him there – just because she\'d won.
But, in the end her body won out – for once – over her brain. She undid the buttons on her workshirt with trembling fingers, smiling coyly and turning halfway away from him, though she kept her eyes on his face. After the last button was undone, she let the garment slide from her shoulders to lie in a lime green canvas puddle on the floor. Now she was in profile to him, and the second top proved to be a plain white wifebeater, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the bright pink bra underneath that – complete with rainbow-striped straps. The ribbed cotton clung to her chest nicely; her breasts weren\'t exceptionally large, but they were very nicely shaped, very round and perky. Arcing her back, Nimm bent over most seductively to unlace her workboots and slide them off her feet, directly followed by her socks.

She slowly rolled her body upward until she was standing straight again, running her hands up the inside of her thighs, tossing her head back as she was stimulated further by her own touch. Continuing their way up her torso as she turned to face him more fully again – taking time to pause and cup and stroke her breasts through shirt and bra*–*Nimm\'s hands tangled themselves finally in her dark hair, removing the plastic chopstick that held it up at the nape of her neck. Hair just brushing her shoulders, she let the chopstick drop to the floor, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and toying with it for a moment, teasing, before her hands changed directions, undoing the button and fly on her pants – giving him another glimpse of those panties. The next move she made, though, was to actually remove the beater, arms crossing over her torso and pulling it decisively over her head, letting that, too, drop to the carpet.

Next was the bra, revealing his first glimpse of her breasts. Round, firm, and quite biteable centered around perky, darkish nipples. Then, her thumbs hooked into the top of her jeans, and she wriggled out of those with a sly grin, moving her hips seductively. Stepping out of them, and standing before Tom in only those lacy purple panties, she approached the bed at a slow, hip swinging pace.

When she reached him, she leaned over, putting her lips next to his ear. One hand held her weight up on the bed, and the other stroked down his chest – almost all the way. She stopped, fingers just touching the curls above his cock.

"I believe," she breathed in his ear, "You said something about taking these off with your teeth."

[Existentially Odd]

"Mmmm," he agreed, torn between wrenching her legs apart and impaling her on him where she stood - through the panties and hanging off the edge of the bed... it could be done, he was certain - and complying at a more sedate pace.  He compromised (sedate really wasn\'t his thing anyway) and grabbed her breasts to push her into a straight-standing position, following her up into a sitting pose himself.  Fondling her soft handfuls, he spun her around so that her ass was in his face and she stood between his spread feet, then he readjusted his hands so that he was grasping one in each hand from behind.

He nuzzled the small of her back while he squeezed - surprisingly gently, but some women didn\'t like their tits yanked until he was inside them (if at all), so he wasn\'t going to get too rough until she encouraged him - and fingered her nipples, pressing his tongue to her spine and following it up as far as he could reach, then down to flick at the top of her crack behind the waistband of her bikini panties.  He did that a few times, then decided he would go lower, following the dip between her sweetly-rounded cheeks with his tongue down as far as he could reach, while still maintaining his grip on her breasts.

He was salivating madly, getting his nose so close to where he could smell her need for a sound fucking, but not being able to get to it from this angle, so the line he was defining became very wet.  His tongue probing for her hole (even if he didn\'t manage to nudge it, he was happy with the implication) only caused the material to cling lovingly to her, so when he\'d had enough of licking and teasing, he turned her slightly and grabbed the thinnest bit of material - the part that travelled over her hip - in his teeth.  Without further ado, his sharp fangs tore the panties along the seam and then it was merely a matter of nipping at the material to get them down.

"Oops," he said insincerely, dragging both teeth and lace over her ass as he forced the useless scrap to drop to her ankles (well, around one ankle, anyway, since the other was ruined). The thought of her having to return home wearing just her pants, still tingling and wet from him fucking her, left him feeling proud.  He\'d lost be damned... he\'d at least continue to impact her even after she\'d left his presence now.

Without further ado he spun her back to face him again and shoved his face into her pubes, his tongue pressing hungrily for her clit.  His hands alternated between her ass and her breasts, his fingers touching and probing her here, there and everywhere in between, in a feverish journey of find-and-conquer.

[Harlequin]

Nimm was rapidly becoming used to the fact that she had given up any say in exactly what happened from the point where she consented to the act. Oddly, she was perfectly okay with this, and let him manipulate her body as he would.

Though, something was bothering her at the back of her mind. The fixit girl couldn\'t help but notice the coolness of his skin – which raised goosebumps on her heated flesh, and his singularly predatory nature. And then there was the way he had moved before – like liquid lightning, so fast her eyes couldn\'t follow.

She suppressed the thoughts, though, only giving voice to the pleasure that thrilled through her entire frame as his tongue went about it\'s mission of exploration. She laughed at the insincere apology, but the laugh was quickly cut off, transforming, into a long, breathy \'ahhh\' when he buried his face in her sex.

She cried out, and her knees almost buckled when his tongue found that hot little button, and she reached out for the bedpost to steady herself, burying her other hand in his red curls.

[Existentially Odd]

He supported her initial shiver of weakness but didn\'t bother to hold her up once she\'d gripped his hair.  His hands had other places to be.

For a start, he needed to check her ability to take him.  He wasn\'t an elephant by any means, but he was proportionate to his height and... well, some women weren\'t built to engulf all of him at once.  Appearances really could be deceiving, though - taller women could be small on the inside and vice versa.  Of course, in his quest to find out, he got distracted by how much delicious wetness she\'d built up and dragged his slick fingertip repeatedly between her hole and her ass, prodding naughtily at her tinier, puckered opening before returning for another dip while his tongue flicked tirelessly at her rigid bud.  He had no intention of going in her ass, but he didn\'t want her to think that; he was more interested in the sensations he might be arousing with the constant travel from one to the other (if a touch of fear was one... all the more stimulating).

Eventually he got bored with licking and fingering, though - not to mention the build in his groin was becoming extraordinarily strong in its push to be freed - so he abandoned what he was doing and endeavoured to shuffle back along the bed, not caring if she tore his hair out or let go easily.  He saw that she had hold of the headboard and grinned at her, as if confirming that he\'d always known how weak he made her.

As he slithered backwards - grabbing a pillow and shoving it beneath his head before he went off the other side - he watched her.  His gaze travelled over her undulating form lovingly.  She looked incredibly sexy as he left her supporting herself; her face was flushed with heat, her bi-coloured eyes were heavily lidded and glassy, blotches of red marred her skin where he\'d fondled her or the capilleries beneath had decided to converge with random heat.  He was very proud of his efforts and ohhhh, how he wanted her.

She also looked somewhat confused, but he didn\'t feel like explaining that he was doing this for her benefit.  He planned for her to have the control over how much of him she took in, and at what rate, by encouraging her to kneel over him and ride, instead of him having to move slowly and carefully - which he would have to do, if he was on top.  Certainly, it would look like he was conceding to her, but he would take over once she\'d accommodated him as much as she was able - he just couldn\'t be bothered doing all the initial work himself.

Of course, his generous behaviour didn\'t manifest thusly.  He pointed at her and had the hide to click his fingers at the same time.  "You," he ordered gruffly, then pointed at his straining dick, "on.  And make sure you keep touching that clit," he added, chuckling as he watched her through his lashes, already anticipating the feel of her sliding down him.  The pointing hand then joined the other, clasping it beneath the pillow behind his head, supporting him as he stared at her.

[Harlequin]

Her grip on his hair loosened when he made to scoot back, and the confusion he saw on her face was genuine. It took her a moment to get eactly why he was moving away, as the attention he\'d been giving was quite appreciated – though, as a rule, she hated when guys tried to put anything into her ass, so the hint of it raised an alert flag.

She grinned, though, when he spoke, "Yes, master," she laughed, "But I can\'t let you have an unfair advantage, now can I?" Goign to her knees, she tugged at the bottom of his black slacks, pulling them off when he lifted his hips.

Then, the handygirl ascended the bed, crawling over his tall frame. She paused at his hips, though, to carefully pull the waistband of his underwear up over his salute, to his knees, until they dropped to the floor.

Up close, she became aware of his size, and smiled.  Nimm always did love a challenge.

Finally she straddled his hips, raising herself up onto her knees. One hand – as instructed – toyed with her clitoris, while the other steadied his cock as she imapled herself on his full length, gasping.

[Existentially Odd]

He smiled and allowed her to fully disrobe him (having thought it didn\'t really matter but finding it more comfortable once she did), enjoying the way she called him master and certainly didn\'t mean it.  She still felt she\'d won and was no doubt convinced that everything that had transpired here was completely within her realms of permission.  He admired that deluded determination.

Her approach onto the bed was graceful and erotically deliberate; he found himself captivated with watching her and his eagerness to be inside her only increasing.  When she slid home, though... that was when the real show began.  Her body staggered, her face shuttered as she gasped and her hand... did his bidding as he\'d meant it to.  He smiled, loving a woman unafraid to find her own pleasure in him... loving her.

In truth, the vampire was one of those sickening emotive ejaculators; for the time he spent with a woman, he gave of himself wholly.  He didn\'t know how to hold anything back during the act and had never bothered to train himself to do so.  When he fucked, he lost himself and when it was over, he was in love with his partner and treated her to that effect.  It only lasted a minute and was gone with the final ebb of his orgasm, of course... but everything leading up to that was exotic and fascinating to him, to the point of complete rapture.  It was much the same when he fed; sometimes having a shit memory worked in his favour.

When she enveloped him then, he stared at her in awe, transfixed by her expressions and empowered by her every twitch and shudder.  In an attempt to slow proceedings a little, he laid his head back and closed his eyes, his hands finding her hips of their own accord.  She rode him like his cock was feeding her electricity and he\'d caught the vibe.  When she lifted herself, he gritted his teeth and concentrated on keeping his ass on the mattress, just so he could plunge up into her when he felt she was about to come down; when she froze momentarily, he gripped her thighs or hips and silently urged her to do it again - generally by lifting her slight weight if she was too slow.

"I love the way you fuck me," he grunted, after countless repititions of this little dance had taken place.  There was a but in his voice

But now I\'m going to fuck you

that he didn\'t elaborate on - not with words, anyway.  Enough time had passed; his balls were in knots and she was velvet torture on his pole.  He needed to complete this process his way or... or she\'d send him mad with wanting.  He couldn\'t let her win it all.

Moving faster than she would be able to anticipate, he straightened into a sitting position and wound his arms around her, gripping her slim shoulders from behind.  Her arm was pinned between them, her hand henceforth sentenced to being stuck flicking her clitoris at whatever pace she chose.  He wiggled around onto his knees - swiftly - and then flipped her over onto her back.  They were roughly in the middle of the bed, her body supported on his arms, his weight bearing her torso down and his thighs kicking forward to hold hers apart.  Although the entire manoeuvre was no doubt a dizzying blur for her, he didn\'t relent; he started pumping into her like their time together had run out.  He knew she was able to get herself over, all he had to do was hold her down and stroke her any way he liked (and he liked it hard and deep, at this point) until he felt her start to clench.  He pressed his face into her neck, resisting the urge to feed - as he usually did - by sucking and licking instead.  All he needed was the clench...

[Harlequin]

There was that incredible speed again – that inhuman quickness which left her dazed. Though, she had little enough  mind to be anything else, at this point.

When he moved, she cried out again, her rhythm broken and her mind taken from her rather single-minded goal. But then new tempo he set was just as good as the old one, and the new position had the head of his cock slamming against her ribbed G-spot with every thrust. Combined with the sensations from her clit, her climax came soon after.

She screamed the wild animal cry of orgasm, and her innermost muscles clenched around his length. Arcing her back in his hands, jamming their hips together a little too hard, Nimm was unmindful of the pain, or perhaps enjoying it as she coasted, eyelids fluttering.

[Existentially Odd]

His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he felt her squeeze him and he hammered into her even faster, driven by the way she screamed and groaning right along with her.  He let out a hiss and a beleaguered moan of, "Ohhhhhh," when he sprayed into his wrapping, having to pull away from her neck lest he bite it in his frenzied joy.  He pulled back and watched her expression instead, grimacing with the pleasure of her gripping him inside her so tightly and loving the look of ecstasy contorting her lovely features.

After the brain-spinning pinnacle had been conquered and they were both sliding down the slippery slope into bliss, he moved his hips a few times, wanting her to shudder and grab at him some more, but soon content to roll over onto his back, dragging her with him so that she lay upon his chest.  He was breathing hard simply because he should have been and he couldn\'t have her noticing the absence of it - which she would, draped along him as she was.

He toyed idly with her shoulders and hair, stroking her back with languourous fingers and rubbing his hairy legs against her smaller ones, just to feel her still wrapped around him - the fact that he was slowly deflating inside her was awfully pleasant, too.  He couldn\'t recall the last things they\'d said to each other but he was beyond pretense with her now.  He\'d got what he wanted and she\'d got her game; that meant they were both sated, in his opinion.

What he lacked however, came to him as a hard ache, very quickly.  Sex and blood, blood and orgasm... they were synonymous with him and he was suddenly very conscious of the fact that he had the one without the other - and no prospect of it, either.  He wouldn\'t drink from Nimm because he didn\'t know how far away Bitch was.  Since the explanation of it all would take a while (if he wanted to do it so he was remembered... and he certainly wanted to be remembered by this little vixen), he couldn\'t be fucked even broaching the subject.  Bitch was also off-limits, he was tired of the haziness, especially now that he was so close to lucidity.  He only had one option and it was slim, at best... but a necessary pursuit.

"So... how much do I owe you for the... job?" he grinned, brushing a hand down the side of her face.  He wasn\'t sure if or how she was to be paid for the electrical work, but he enjoyed the implication that she was a whore and deserved to be rewarded for the fuck.  It also seemed a very practical way of getting her off him.