As Light Falls [Will] {Mature}

[Aryn Valcoph]

My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips for you

This fire rising through my being
Burning I'm not used to seeing you

Aryn sighed as she let the hot shower water sluice over her naked form. She had her CD player cranked high enough so she could hear it over the shower, through the open bathroom door. She didn't have to worry about a roommate as she had none, and it was still early enough in the evening that the worst she'd be doing was interrupting a study session in one of the rooms above, below, or to the sides. "All Around Me" by Flyleaf. The song was good enough for a song in the shower, or several, but Aryn sang along anyway, not perfectly matching the notes, but her voice was suited to the song; not matching, but adding a different tone to it.

I'm alive, I'm alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savouring this heart that's healing...

Shaking her head lightly, scrubbing her body with a body wash and a scrub exfoliator. She'd been rather naughty and had sent Will a saucy picture she'd taken in third period, her spare. Of course, she then avoided the tall man the whole day, disappearing to her motorcycle training program, arriving back around 5:30 and immediately making a beeline for her dorms. Before she had stepped into the shower, yet after she'd eaten a sandwich, she'd sent him another provocative picture which was preceded by a simple text message: "My dorms in half an hour."

It was a request...and an order. Most likely one he would be all-too-eager to fulfil. Aryn could admit to being guilty for being a shameless tease, but she wasn't a slut; half the time her flirting went unheeded with any action, and she could blow someone off just as quickly as she came on to them. Stepping out of the shower after turning the dial off, she towelled herself off lightly, wrapping the pristine white blanket around her slender body before slipping a soft brush through her hair to untangle it, adding in a sweetly intoxicating 'Paul Mitchell, Super Skinny Serum' to her hair, shaking the product through her hair with effortless ease. The song had ended, as well as another, and Aryn barely paid attention to what was playing as she stepped out the open door, swaying over to the kitchen as she hummed along with the song unconsciously.

She pulled out some whipped cream, and fruit (mostly strawberries), only to plunk the arrangement of fruit into a small bowl, dragging the other, unwhipped half of the cream out of the fridge. She dipped one of the smaller fruits into the whipped cream, biting into teh sweet fruit with a small sigh before finishing it off and wandering away. She most likely had enough time to slip into something a bit less wet, but just as yummy as the vision of the girl in nothing but a towel with her hair still wet. The door was unlocked, he would realise if he tried it.

Aryn had no doubt he'd let himself in.

[William Fletcher]

Slinging the towel over his shoulders, stepping from the bathroom quietly as he ruffled his hair as dry as he would be able to manage, Will paused and sat on the foot of his bed, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. A glance to the side of his bed at his clock displayed the time rather starkly, and whilst he wasn't 'expected' for another fifteen minutes or so, he was now in such a state hormonally that he would inwardly confess to have nearly bolted from the weights bench into the shower when the message arrived, followed rather swiftly by a picture that could have made the Irishman jump through hoops.

The earlier one had given cause for him to raise an eyebrow and slip into a few rather explicit daydreams, but the following one had been positively teasing, considering the coy little way she'd sat with the lace of her thong traced around her knees, brought up to give a teasing glimpse of herself in the shot. No doubt something she'd specifically set in play...

Beneath the gruff exterior, of course, Will was still a teenager, and privy to every single thing that came with the territory. Aryn just so happened to be able to take those buttons and push them at her own whim, not that he minded terribly or that he didn't pull the same tricks on her every so often himself. Regardless, he would be late if he didn't get dressed, and sat up to pull on the clothes that he fished from the closet before stepping into his shower. Expecting to be wearing little in enough time, he wisely chose a simple button-down shirt and khakis, kicking into a pair of beach sandals. Fishing up his keys, he took a brief pit-stop to the kitchen and fished out a smaller, unopened bottle of liquor that he'd been keeping to hand for an occasion. Spiced rum, Aryns tip of choice, and something he'd gained a light taste for. Wrapping it in the brown bag it'd come from the store in, he slipped from the room and made his way along the corridor to the elevator, thankful that she only stayed a few floors down from him.

A few minutes later, he entered her dorm room and closed the door quietly, slinking through the lounge and into the small kitchenette where he popped the bottle of rum into the fridge to chill. Glancing around, fairly sure she was in her room at the moment, he caught a glimpse of the fruit in the bowl, leaning over to pluck one of the strawberries and bite into it, tearing the trimmed stem and leaves off before dropping them into the bowl again. The song that began playing, the earlier one something he recognised partly but couldn't place, brought a light smile to his lips as he stood up and walked to the CD player. Glancing at the sleeve of the rewritable disc, he skimmed over the listings and saw what the playing song was...

'Cartel....Minstrels Prayer. Pretty good song, but....'

Pushing the power switch on the player, knowing full well it would catch Aryns attention, he turned and stood with folded arms, the same light smirk on his face as the raven-haired beauty stepped out of her room, the knee length dressing gown, a sheer and light silk that caught the light, wrapped around her body and whatever else she might have adorning her curves.

"Evenin', gorgeous. Ye always plan tae spend the day windin' me up before invitin' me here?"

A flicker of his smirk as it widened briefly, his steps leading him almost hypnotically toward her as he unfolded his arms, hooking his fingertips into the pockets of his khakis as his height towered over her, even from the short distance they still stood away from one another at the moment.

[Aryn Valcoph]

The sudden lack of noise had Aryn raising an eyebrow, slipping the white, filmy dress overtop what she'd put on. She'd just finished adding the faintest touch of silver to her eyes, a rather clever trick to both highlight and give them sparkle. Deliberately, she made him wait a minute or two, sharing a grin with the girl in the mirror. However, she knew that if she didn't want him running in and tackling her to the bed, ruining her apparently successful teases - as he'd arrived at least ten minutes early - she should get out there quickly.

She flicked her hands through her hair, spraying the few remaining water droplets onto the carpet floor. Stepping towards the door, she opened it slowly, appearing to lean against the doorframe for a moment before straightening and moving several steps out, the floaty, pristine white around her coating what lay beneath, though the outline of the darker material was seen. The significance of white on top and dark on the bottom was not lost on Aryn.

She could appear all innocent, but beneath, was a livewire, easily able to become wicked at a moment's notice. The lacy, provocative pieces of material beneath the silk would be enough to make any man's mouth water. It was black as sin, the bra a solid dark, with a pattern of black lace overtop. The underwear was something almost completely see-through, save for the edges, which were much darker. Normally, she'd keep herself trimmed neatly, but decided to try something that was somewhat new. The slinky bit of material that hugged her hips, being sheer as it was, told her 'secret'.

She smirked as she took in the clothes Will decided to wear. 'Looks like a beach bum. A very tall beach bum.' She decided, the smirk turning into a grin. She tilted her head to the side before she answered his question, a single, derisive word sure to send a tingle down Will's spine, as it certainly had hers.

"Yes."

She watched as he moved forwards, the barest of smirks on her lips as he stopped. Hips swaying slightly, she moved towards him, carefully judging the distance before veering around him with a painfully teasing look. She kept out of arm's reach, bare feet padding softly on the floor. She couldn't help a soft giggle, knowing that at some point, he'd be intent on revenge. That was perfectly fine with her; she enjoyed the blissful torture, perhaps even as much as he did.

The feather-light material fluttered with her every movement, and Aryn found herself grabbing the whipped cream and fruit, winking at Will, somehow still managing to keep out of reach with a squiggle here and there. She lead him back to the 'living room', and sat herself down on the couch, both bowls set on the coffee-table as she took a strawberry, twisting it through the silky whipped cream, deliberately licking a slow line off the bottom of the fruit with the tip of her tongue. Raising an eyebrow at Will, she teasingly put the fruit in her mouth, sucking the cream off and biting into the reddish fruit with a not-so-subtle gleam in her eyes.

'Going to come and try to get what you want..?' She questioned mentally, though the aforementioned gleam seemed to be all he needed to see.

[William Fletcher]

'Hang on a sec--...Oh, damn you, Aryn....'

With closer 'inspection' of her choice of clothing, Will could not help but stifle the very slight groan that escaped his lips when the shadowing of the darker material under her dressing gown became evident...Unknowingly, he shared the sentiment regarding her wearing white over black, the purity over the decadence, and took another step or two toward her before finding she was still intent on playing her game a little longer. The sudden veer past him coupled with the rather sultry 'yes' that escaped her lips was only serving to push him further off the edge, and turning to face her, his head cocked a little to the side.

"Tease..."

How true the word rang as well, and as she set herself down on the couch, he took a short pace toward the opposite side of the table, leaning down to take another piece of the fruit, this time coating it in a little of the cream before using his huge stride to take a single step over the table, sinking onto one of his knees on the couch and biting into it, his eyes burning into her as if lost in thoughts so provocative he seemed to almost be poised to pounce on her. However, whilst the latter would prove partly true, he bit off the last piece of the berry and discarded the stem into the bowl, the sharp taste mingling with the light cream rather tastefully.

And then, as if he chose to simply abandon her game, he leaned in, cupping the back of her head in his hand as his fingers trailed through her hair, not so much holding her but dragging through the locks slowly. Pausing very briefly, his lips so close that he could feel the heat from her breath, a single, soft chuckle caught the air before he brought her to him and into the kiss, a deep and lingering embrace that teased her lips, his teeth nipping at her for the most fleeting of moments as he shifted on the sofa, pushing himself back to his feet and slipping away from her, his fingers trailing down from the back of her neck, across her collarbone and barely brushing against the nape of her throat as he rested against the arm of the sofa, a suitably amused smirk on his face at her expression before he stood fully, stepping to stand almost completely in front of her and leaning down to guide her to her feet.

The feel of the silk was something else, he'd admit, and tracing across her back and hips was all the better for the smooth material, but he couldn't deny being particularly keen to take a closer look at the rest of her getup...Still, for the time being, he was suitably content with her exactly as she was. Glancing back, he leaned down to pluck up one of the strawberries, barely dipping it into the cream and raising it to her lips, holding it for her to bite from his fingers.

"...Unless ye'd rather trickle that cream o'er me....?"

[Aryn Valcoph]

'Tease...? Oh yes and you'd know it.' Aryn smirked, one leg folded beneath her, the other lightly resting upon the floor. Still, she couldn't help the fact that her eyes traced up and down his tall form as he simply stepped over the small table, those green eyes drawn upwards along his arm as he plucked a strawberry from the bowl.

An appreciative half-smirk, half-smile dawned on her face as his eyes bored into her own, and if it were possible, the crackle and hiss of electricity would have been seen and heard between them. If truth was to be told, Aryn would have freely admitted to having all kinds of nasty thoughts racing through her mind at breakneck speed; the anticipation had been building in her all day, too. As much as she could have leapt up from her position and screwed them both senseless right then and there, Aryn stopped as William leaned forwards.

His hand, in an almost uncommonly gentle gesture, threaded its fingers through her hair, and the female seductress couldn't help but tilt her head back as he leaned forwards further, his strokes soothing and teasing all at once. A soft puff of breath escaped her lips, almost pant-like in nature before he drew her into him. The kiss, while clearly teasing in nature, was returned whole-heartedly, one of Aryn's hands trailing up to grasp the front of his shirt, as though she intended on dragging him closer to her. However, she released him as he moved back.

He could have her with a kiss. The realization of the fact brought an amused smile to her lips as well as a bolt of arousal, searing through her body even as she leaned into the light caress as his hand, eyes closed before they flicked open to catch his smirk. Perhaps he knew it as well.

Aryn rose to her feet, the one that lingered on the couch picked up and placed on the floor, watching intently as he picked up another one of the fruits, dipping it lightly before hovering it in front of her lips. She merely smirked at his quip, giving no reply but rather leaning forwards to wrap her lips around the strawberry, lightly but insistently pulling the morsel from his fingers, her other hand trailing up the front of his chest before she firmly pushed against him, twisting around to the side so he'd sit himself down on the couch. Exercising the control over him she very well knew she had when she wanted to, Aryn slowly slid onto his lap, bending back a moment to swipe up some more of the whipped cream before leaning forwards again.

Slinking forwards with a devious glint to her eyes, she took a bite out of the fruit, offering the last of it to Will before tossing the stem away. She hovered over him, not settling any weight on top of him, wanting to see just how long he'd be able to 'last' until he would attempt to pull her down against him.

Leaning forwards, she brushed her lips against his ear, murmuring in a whisper. "I'm sure I could...arrange it, if you're good enough."

Her hand brushed away some of his hair that blocked his ear from her seeking lips, which quickly set themselves upon the sensitive lobe, her teeth lightly grazing the soft appendage as her hand lowered, joining its companion that was slowly working the buttons of Will's shirt loose. Sure, she could have merely pulled the whole thing off, but half of the idea tonight was anticipation. Besides, she couldn't lightly graze her fingertips over the skin as it was exposed that way. Her touch was light, and slowly her lips trailed down to his neck, slipping lower as she nibbled her way down. Near the bottom of his neck she bit softly but unlike the soft nibbles before, this was enough for a jolt to his system, and his reaction was a jolt to hers.

[William Fletcher]

Rather than bite the fruit as he'd have expected, she instead rather slyly wrapped her lips around it and tugged it from him before shifting around, pushing him to sit on the sofa. Glancing at the remainder of the stalk between his fingers, he idly flicked it into the bowl and followed her movements as she straddled him, her hips seeming to, rather evily on her part, hover over him at the time being. A soft, low sigh escaping his lips as he leaned in to take a small bite from the berry she held out, he crushed the pulp against the roof of his mouth and let the taste linger as she leaned in, her words almost brushing against his ear.

If her verbal teasing wasn't enough, she continued to taunt him as her lips traced along his neck, his shivers to the touch more than likely completely obvious to her, if not that, then his fingers tracing across the outside of her thighs slowly, not attempting to pull her down against him, but faintly tracing across her legs and under the silken outer material she wore, rising along the outside of her legs to skim against the edges of the sheer thong she wore before his senses took the best of him. Curling around the soft, smooth flesh, he gently gripped her hips in his hands and guided her down against him to grind against her firmly, a much slower groan escaping his lips as he coiled his fingertips through the material, tightening it against his hands and, indirectly causing a touch of light friction against her clit along with his own actions.

"D'ye even know just how fucking gorgeous ye really are, Aryn...?"

His own head, by this point, would have slunk in towards her, his lips catching against her cheek as the words left him. Unlike her, however, with the much more gentle touches, his posessed much more of an aggression as he clasped his teeth firmly, though still with a degree of care, against the flesh of her throat. Biting across the skin lightly, his teeth dragging gently across the soft, creamy flesh, his fingers continued to tease against the small of her back, tracing along the line of her panties before drawing her further against him. Lapping against the bitten area, teasing the skin afterward, he backed away slowly with a wry smirk on his face as he glanced up at the girl whose soft, mewling squirms against him had continued to drive him over the edge and beyond.

"Told ye I'd get ye back, missy...."

His palms slowly smoothing up her back, the soft, silky material that covered her lingerie falling through his touch, he settled one of his hands around her back as the other slinked through her hair once again, leading her back down into another slow, lingering kiss. Her scent inflamed him, his senses reeling from every direction at the simple fact that this girl would send him into a state of such euphoria that he simply threw all other thoughts from his mind, intent on sating her with every fiber of his being.

[Aryn Valcoph]

The small shudders that coursed through the enthralled Irishman did not go unnoticed, and only served to fuel the fire Aryn was banking up. Upon undoing all of the buttons on his shirt, she lightly pushed it off his shoulders, planting her lips lightly against his skin before she was pulled down against him. Aryn couldn't help the soft gasp at the sudden friction of grinding against him, nor could she help arching her back and pressing down further against him after slight resistance. As she came down from the temporary high, his words registered and she offered a sensual smile.

"I can only imagine..." She murmured coyly, "Show me."

The bite she received soon after caused a moan to escape her lips, her head tilted to the side, her body stiffening a moment from the pleasure as another wave of heat passed through her and pooled in the bottom of her stomach. Her hands and nails dug into his shoulders as she temporarily lost her mind at the bite. She shifted with a shiver against him, lightly grinding down against him even as he pulled her close, the feel of his tongue against the slightly tender spot, earning himself a shudder and soft sigh.

She didn't react to his words a moment, blinking her eyes before nodding in wry acceptance, though he hadn't said so directly. "God...so you did, Will..."

While the kiss he'd dragged her into started slowly, Aryn quickly heated it up, using her tongue to tempt and tease his own before pulling away with an innocent look upon her face, supporting herself above him again.

"Does Will wanna see what Aryn has under this..?" She asked playfully, lightly tracing a finger over his chest in small patterns, the nail just grazing across the skin. Regardless of his answer, she knew that inside, he was wanting to, she slipped off him before he could do anything. Upon gaining solid ground on her own two feet, she grinned deviously at him, lightly shifting the straps of the ‘dress’ to the side so it could slink down her form in a waterfall of sheer silk, lightly hugging her curves before pooling at her feet.

Still, even as she moved herself back onto his lap, she caught his hands and moved them to their respective sides firmly, making it apparent that he wasn't to touch her just yet. Aryn leaned up, resting lightly against him even as she nibbled on his bottom lip, her nails grazing slowly down his chest and sides as she slunk down to sink her teeth into his neck in a sudden bite. Simultaneously, she pressed herself down against him, grinding against him even as she drew the flesh into her mouth, sucking on it to draw out the sensation a little longer. Her enticing little teases would carry on until the Irishman couldn't take it anymore, and had to help himself to the proverbial 'feast' that was Aryn.

[William Fletcher]

A low rumble escaping his throat, a quiet, deep growl that trailed off as she rose up from him, backing away slowly to stand just out of arms reach, he watched with rapt attention as she slowly shed the innocent looking silk that covered her more carnal nature beneath. The straps fell from her shoulders, and as they did so his stomach twitched involuntarily at the sight he was presented with, the gorgeous, black lingerie beneath gracefully hugging every curve and contour of her body, the panties drawing his eyes as he gave a rather surprised glance at her shaven flesh beneath, the sheerness so thin he could see completely through the material.

On her return, his hands insinctively rose to meet her, but it would seem she wasn't quite content to finish winding him up. Allowing his arms to be pinned back, he responded in kind to her motions, flicking his tongue out to catch her lips gently, arching his back into the nails that raked over his skin, he shifted his shoulders to slip the shirt off properly, in the process sneakily grinding a little firmer against her, rolling his hips against her to press slowly against the pooling heat between her thighs, a sensation that only served to drive his own arousal higher as he 'grudgingly' submitted to her teasing for a brief moment longer, growling through closed eyes as his fingers began to trace back across the outside of her legs, smoothing past her hips and gently squeezing her playfully.

Crossing up the length of her spine, the slightly calloused pads of his fingers grazing over the flawless skin of the girl in his lap, he loosely dragged his nails back down the length of her back before picking her from his lap, twisting with a single, smooth motion and setting her down onto the sofa, dropping to his knees in front of her though his sheer height kept him at level height with her. Pressing a slow, firm kiss to the soft, full lips, he eased her back as his tongue swayed against the nape of her neck, down across her collarbone before pausing a moment between the firm peaks of her chest, a much more deliberate stroke that lingered before he continued down, stealing a few soft, careful nibbling bites to her stomach and bringing his palms back down, his fingers brushing over her waist and hips slowly before pausing at the fabric of her panties.

"Cannae deny, this looks stunnin' on ye, but it'll look even better off."

Nuzzling his lips against the front of the sheer fabric, pressing tiny, light kisses against the material, his fingers gave a playful tug at the garment before pausing as he continued down over the lightest section, grazing his teeth with a gentle movement before slinking further, passing away from her pooling heat and planting a slower, slightly more firm bite to the sensitive flesh at the inside of her thigh, nibbling his way down as his palms finally began to peel away the slinky underwear, following slowly behind his movements all the way down her leg, finished with a flick of his tongue against the inside of her ankle before backing up slightly to slip the sheer material off of her.

Pausing a moment to take a slow glance at the girl he had turned the tables on, a very fleeting smirk emerged on the Irishmans face as he continued back up the leg, this time all the slower as he neared the soft, warm flesh that drew him to her. Lingering against the very top of her leg, nibbling the inside of her thigh slowly, he moved in just a little further, his lips hovering barely an inch from her, the tip of his tongue would flick out in a single, excruiciatingly slow stroke across the sweet, burning flesh. She was as enticing as she ever could be, and despite every piece of his being urging him to simply ravish the waiting reward, he resisted every one of them to drag that stroke up and over her mound, the tip of his tongue lingering up toward her navel as his powerful arms wrapped around her, bringing her body closer against him so that very same heat burned against him, his body rising to meet her lips in a slow, distracting kiss before the tips of his fingers found her clit, very slowly massaging the tender nub in tiny circles as her body writhed to the touch, his tongue darting out to catch hers, battling for control of Aryns mouth as the two embraced tightly.

[Aryn Valcoph]

A sultry grin overtook her lips as Aryn found herself picked up and deposited neatly upon the couch. It disappeared a moment as his lips covered her own; a kiss that was greedily taken and eagerly returned. She sighed as he flicked his tongue down her neck, the sensitive flesh responding to even the slightest of touches. Her stomach shook with silent trembles as he nibbled his way down, her hands rising to settle momentarily upon his broad shoulders before digging in sharply and dragging across the skin, leaving small white trails along his skin.

His words brought a soft moan from between her lips. The simplest of words could set her off, but the simplest of actions did better. The small kisses caused her to shift towards him...but when he grazed his teeth against her through the lingerie, she arched up towards him, eyes rolling back into her head from the sheer pleasure she received from that simple action. Her legs quivered as he nipped at the inside of her thigh, seemingly rejecting the tight warmth that ached to be touched, while at the same time, enjoying her responses to his ministrations.

Her body quivered in anticipation as he started his return journey upwards. No sound escaped her lips as his tongue caressed upwards over heated flesh, aside from the soft mewling sound as her fingers found purchase in his hair, attempting to pull him closer as though they were driven by a will of their own. She didn't notice he'd dragged her down to him until she felt the hard-on press up against his. The feeling of the rough material of his pants against the soft flesh was enough to rip a low whimper from her throat even as his lips pressed against her own. Tasting herself faintly upon his tongue was erotic, not to mention so very arousing.

She clung to him, arching her hot skin wantonly in hopes of coercing his to make her hit that pinnacle of release. Yet, his fingers continued their merciless teasing, her body shuddering yet not finding the release she so desperately seeked. Her fingers dragged against his scalp as she continued her attempts to battle the war inside her mouth. Aryn only lasted a few seconds.

Stifling a groan as she pulled away, hands immediately leaving his hair to move South, Aryn looked at Will through half-lidded eyes. One of her hands slowly grasped him through the pants, slowly and teasingly sliding her hand back once, yet only partway. Her hands set to work soon after, quickly relieving him - somewhat - of his khaki pants, immensely surprised and pleased as she found nothing beneath.

His fingers, busy little things they were, were still causing shudders to cascade through her body. Aryn's own hand slipped upwards, slowly stroking his chest while her other remained low, caressing the back of his hand. Her fingers trailed down the one teasing her clit, yet didn't interfere. Enveloping her hand as much as she could over his own, aligning her fingers with his, Aryn squirmed slightly. Though it would have been enough to draw another sound of pleasure through her lips, to touch herself with him, Aryn refrained. Instead, she quickly thrust both their middle fingers inside her wet core. She gasped sharply before biting down firmly on her bottom lip. When she was sure she could speak, Aryn locked her green eyes on Will's tawny ones, keeping his finger still, even as she slipped hers out to first bring it to her lips, flicking her tongue against the slender digit before offering the tasty morsel to him.

Her voice was low with lust and want, her eyes still focused on his. "Will, if you don't do something to make me cum for you now, I swear I'll chain you up to my wall and make sure you stay painfully hard."

Even wanting release as much as she did, there would be no doubt she'd do exactly as her emphasised words said.

[William Fletcher]

The heat coming from her body scorched his touch, a near-unnoticable shiver ripping through his spine as she began to tremble at his touch, something that only served to increase his fervour as he increased the pace of his fingers a little, intent on bringing her just before the point of her release to tease her further. However, as he felt her hands trace down across his body, grabbing him and bringing forth a slow, deep sigh from his lips as she set about releasing him from the khakis, letting them fall loosely from his waist as the brush of her fingers left, one of her hands reaching for the palm that was still firmly set upon massaging her clit as she spread across the back of his hand, following his strokes for a brief moment.

Brief indeed, because rather swiftly she drove her fingers against his, sending his middle into her along with her own. If the heat from just the slightest touch had been enough to send chills through his spine, this was enough to cause him to visibly twitch against her as he growled against her lips, curling the tip of the digit in a slow, smooth stroke against the hot, wet flesh against him as she drew her own back, raising it to her lips and provoking the carnal animal inside him as she lapped the glistening digit, holding it out to him. His lips parting as his teeth nipped the skin, he dragged his tongue against it, lapping the sweet essence from her and revelling in the taste before her words removed him from the light haze his head had taken to.

A low growl escaping him, he flicked an eyebrow at the demand before flexing his wrist, drawing the finger inside her almost fully from her body before bucking back into her with a swift, firm thrust, curling the finger to stroke against her inner core as he painstakingly slowly removed it, smoothing his palm against the soft, wet skin as he traced his palm up and across her midsection, around to her hips before gripping her gently at her behind, a faint grin emerging.

"As you wish, Aryn...."

Picking her up completely, he drew her against him so she would curl her legs around his waist as he slowly lowered her down, his member brushing against her as he teasingly allowed the tip to ease past the soft folds, teasing her a moment before raising her away from her completion again and rising to his full height, carrying her through to the bedroom of the apartment and setting her down rather firmly onto the bed, his own body following her as he gave her exactly what she desired, driving himself into her fully with a single, firm stroke. Holding back from setting into a rhythm, he grasped the cover of the bed in his hands as a deep, throaty groan rumbled from him, leaning toward her once again to steal a kiss as he began to draw back slowly, pausing when he'd almost completely left the warmth of her core and began to ease himself back into her, shunting forward with the last moment of the thrust, causing her body to writhe against him as he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel every inch of him fill her, satisfy her, make her cum for him as she had so demanded.

Shifting himself against one of his hands, raising his head away from her mouth, he traced his tongue across the girls neck, occasionally stealing a nip to the skin, as he slowly approached the soft peaks of flesh he sought out, the tip of his tongue catching her nipple, flicking against the firm bud of flesh with barely touching strokes a moment before he gently caught her between his teeth, taking care not to hurt her as he softly and slowly teased the flesh held between his lips, his pace rising very slowly within her as his own arousal grew...

[Aryn Valcoph]

Will's physical retaliation to her words brought a strangled gasp to her lips, bringing her so very close to the release she'd told him to give her. And yet, she whimpered as he withdrew. In an almost frantic attempt to get him to finish what he started, Aryn tightened herself around his fingers. Still, he persisted, apparently harbouring his own plans on just how to get her to cum.

As he pulled her close, Aryn immediately wrapped her legs around the Irishman. A soft moan brushed passed her lips at the feel of him pressing against her. Needing to feel all of him, she tightened her legs, waging a mini-war with a low growl, even as he denied her once again.

"Will..." It was a complaint, command, and plea all at once.

In response, he picked her up. Automatically, she reached up, draping her arms over his shoulders for added support. Her legs tightened once again, this time tempting and teasing him, to get what she desired. Turns out she got her wish as she was set upon the bed and promptly driven into. A half-gasp, half-moan abruptly tumbled out of her lips as she trembled beneath him, her body spasming immediately. However, it was not a full orgasm, but a warning of what was to come. A low whine was released in the back of her throat as she returned the given kiss, her tongue dancing out against his own. His movements drew her into a shudder, especially as he started to slowly move back inside her, before, in what seemed to be a deliberately sharp thrust, he buried himself back inside her.

That, and the subsequent grinding against her throw her over and into oblivion. Her head tilting back, Aryn's body arched against his, the shudders, twitches and spasms that rocked her whole body seeming to bring every inch of him that was pressed against and inside her to sharp definition. His nips caused her to flinch, the added pleasure nearly causing her to go into a sensory overload.

Yet, when he's reached his goal, now rocking in and out of her slick hole, she arched up against him again, moaning in a quietly subdued fashion. Will, having been with her several times before, would know that the languid, tranquil creature would quickly vanish as she came down from that high.

"Nngh--Jesus--Will..." It was all she could hope to stutter out for now as her arms came up around him, fingers momentarily stiff from the way she'd clutched the covers on her bed, dragging her nails very lightly against his shoulders. His thrusts that were gradually building up had her walls continuing to flutter around him sporadically. Short moments later found her hands now tangled in his hair, pulling him down against her slightly. The feel of his tongue, lips, and teeth against her was incredible, especially after an earth-shattering peak. Even so, Will might have taken notice she hadn't been nearly as...vocal as she tended to be. The orgasm had lacked that cry of passion.

She wanted to make him work for it.

Sneakily, she clenched herself tighter around him a moment as she regained her feisty disposition. Her nails dug into his skin a brief second before she leaned in, nipping at the top of his left ear with a low sound of approval and satisfaction. After, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive lobe, shifting herself beneath him slightly, a low groan escaping at a particularly good thrust. Clearly, Aryn was up for another round.

[William Fletcher]

Regardless of trying to hide it, there were certain things about her orgasm that had betrayed her attempts to conceal it...The tightening muscles, the tremor through her body that she would have had no chance at hiding, the burst of heat through her body that washed over him as he paused for the briefest of moments. His arms propping his torso up as he leaned back, a faint smirk crossed his lips as he ground against her slowly, keeping his movements painstakingly slow for the sole fact it would only frustrate Aryn further.

Topping it off, with no self-imposed ego boost, he knew she'd been stifling her 'vocal' reaction. This would not do, and scooping her up from the bed, supporting her back with his arms, he brought her back into a slow, but very deep rhythm, effectively supporting her between her arms and legs coiled around him and his arms before he turned his back. Dropping himself down onto the bed, bringing her down onto him particularly sharply for the moment, he couldn't help but let the short groan escape his lips as the lithe, firm body wrapped around him was drawn against his torso. Lapping teasingly at her skin, paying the most attention to the soft, slightly reddened flesh he had bitten against before, he would return to his slow and teasing ministrations against her breasts, tracing around the sensitive skin with his tongue as his teeth nipped down here and there.

The entire time, his own breath had begun to rise slowly from his calm rhythm to a slightly raspier pant, and whilst his stamina would hold out for a fair time now, he leaned back to lay flat against the bed, his palms curled at her hips and following her firm, smooth rhythm atop him, flexing in time with her movements to tease her further. His fingertips grazing over her skin slowly, the quiet groans that escaped his lips were testament to his own arousal, and accented by the very firm, very deliberate thrust that he delivered a moment later. Though more than content to allow Aryn her 'fun', however, he took lead again a short while later, now very intent on pushing her not just to orgasm, but beyond it.

Lowering his mouth to hers, stealing a rather firm, passionate kiss before trailing away from her lips to lap across her skin, slinking back to her breast and teasing the soft, silk-like flesh with light, gentle bites. Tugging occasionally, careful not to hurt her, he grazed at the sensitive peak of her nipple whilst he rather suddenly increased both the tenure and the force of his strokes, grinding against her harder before he pulled her astride him again. A momentary smirk on his face at the fact they'd literally been 'rolling' around, he groaned quietly at the feeling of her core bearing down on him, that heat searing him and driving him to very near madness as he clawed softly at her thighs, wandering up her legs to squeeze the cheeks of her behind playfully.

As if to either push her over, or simply to get a reaction from her, he slowly and steadily brushed the tip of his fingers against the tight hole, massaging the skin lightly as he relished in her reactions...