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muserevival2015-04-23 08:42 pm
miss_bliss) wrote in muserevival2015-04-23 08:42 pm
091.2 - Quote
Nicole was in the middle of a stimulating conversation about fidelity from a Senator who was hiding bi-weekly visits to his Domme from his wife, when she felt herself being watched. Her blue eyes scanned the crowd until they found Sam's gold ones. A little lopsided smile tugged at the corner his mouth and she knew the dork was attributing his ability to will her to look at him from across the room to some kind of Jedi mind trick. The thought made her smile too.
The Senator drew her attention back for only a moment but when she glanced back in Sam's direction, he was gone. She looked around but didn't see his long hair or bright eyes anywhere. Excusing herself, she did a lap, putting out her psychic feelers but he wasn't in the room. He felt too far away.
Nikki left the event hall and started to exit through the lobby when she heard Sam think her name like he was telepathically calling to her. "Nicooooole" he teased.
Tracking someone telepathically wasn't an exact science. She could get a general feel of how close someone might be but it required tapping into recent memories for clues as to a person's whereabouts. In Sam's head, she saw him pressing the button to call the elevator. Then she saw him get out on the 10th floor. It was hard to explain. She couldn't see him smile but she could feel it. The memories were chosen. Psychic breadcrumbs leading her to him. This was a game they'd never played before.
So Nikki followed the trail until she reached the door he showed her. She was a little surprised to see that the room was pitch black with just the lights from the city casting even darker shadows.
"Sam?" She whispered loudly unsure if she had the correct room. Venturing in a little further, she tried again but there was no answer. Only she knew he was close. The hairs on the back of her neck were on end as the survivalist part of her brain shouted "Trap!" It was a trap. She knew she was being hunted but it was Sam so she was safe. Knowing that didn't stop her from jumping when he finally grabbed her from behind and pulled her roughly against his body.
"What are we doing here?" She whispered just before he slid his hand into her hair and jerked her head to the side, exposing her neck to his eager mouth. Her slinky evening dress was only held up by a thin cord around her neck so when he untied it, the dress puddled around her feet. No bra tonight. Something the good Senator had been keenly aware of. Nikki could feel his attraction to her but Sam could smell it. Maybe that was why he was so rough and predatory now. She was his. There was no question but sometimes the wolf in him needed mark his territory. Hell, sometimes the man in him did too.
Sam bit down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. As she hissed and arched her back, his fingers slipped into her panties strumming the sensitive skin above her clit like an upright base. Her legs tried to give out but he kept her up and pressed so tightly against him she could almost feel the ridges of his cock through his slacks against her ass. She needed to grab something, to hold on, but when she reached for his hair, he carried her to the bed and threw her down. Her panties were gone next but he left her heels before burying his face between her legs.
At first glance, she didn't appear ready or wanting enough but he knew her body like he knew his own. Hours, days, months of exploration taught him that when it came to his lover looks could be decieving. The flesh he nibbled was soft and dry but when he plunged his tongue into her hidden depths his mouth was flooded with warm, thick arousal like biting into a peach. Only instead of syrup, she tasted like rain.
That first penetration was sweet but while it felt good, his tongue wasn't long enough or thick enough to really satisfy her and he knew that. She loved the exquisite torture of being kept just within grasp. That didn't mean she was one to sit idly by. When she started grinding against his mouth, he released a low growl. Using mostly tongue and suction, he went at her clit the way he, himself, liked to be sucked, while his fingers thrust into her feeling around for the irregular ridge of her pelvic bone to the soft tissue just past it, seeking to make her scream. Her reaction was immediate.
Nicole cried out then laughed not because it tickled but because it was almost so intense that it hurt. She clawed at the bed, him, even herself but when she started trying to pull away, he wrapped his free arm around her thigh preventing her escape. The harder she fought, the more bruising his grip became until he finally pushed her over that edge.
Release didn't just hit her, it exploded from her. He held fast as she thrashed only slowing when she went from rigid to a shattered, useless pile of limbs and twitching flesh. She almost cried when he finally released her and lovingly lapped at the swollen folds. Once he'd kissed all over both thighs and lower stomach, he crawled back up her body to kiss her lips. There was really nothing sexier for her than tasting herself in his kiss and he did it after every time.
"Mine." He whispered against her mouth. "Completely" She thought to herself.
The Senator drew her attention back for only a moment but when she glanced back in Sam's direction, he was gone. She looked around but didn't see his long hair or bright eyes anywhere. Excusing herself, she did a lap, putting out her psychic feelers but he wasn't in the room. He felt too far away.
Nikki left the event hall and started to exit through the lobby when she heard Sam think her name like he was telepathically calling to her. "Nicooooole" he teased.
Tracking someone telepathically wasn't an exact science. She could get a general feel of how close someone might be but it required tapping into recent memories for clues as to a person's whereabouts. In Sam's head, she saw him pressing the button to call the elevator. Then she saw him get out on the 10th floor. It was hard to explain. She couldn't see him smile but she could feel it. The memories were chosen. Psychic breadcrumbs leading her to him. This was a game they'd never played before.
So Nikki followed the trail until she reached the door he showed her. She was a little surprised to see that the room was pitch black with just the lights from the city casting even darker shadows.
"Sam?" She whispered loudly unsure if she had the correct room. Venturing in a little further, she tried again but there was no answer. Only she knew he was close. The hairs on the back of her neck were on end as the survivalist part of her brain shouted "Trap!" It was a trap. She knew she was being hunted but it was Sam so she was safe. Knowing that didn't stop her from jumping when he finally grabbed her from behind and pulled her roughly against his body.
"What are we doing here?" She whispered just before he slid his hand into her hair and jerked her head to the side, exposing her neck to his eager mouth. Her slinky evening dress was only held up by a thin cord around her neck so when he untied it, the dress puddled around her feet. No bra tonight. Something the good Senator had been keenly aware of. Nikki could feel his attraction to her but Sam could smell it. Maybe that was why he was so rough and predatory now. She was his. There was no question but sometimes the wolf in him needed mark his territory. Hell, sometimes the man in him did too.
Sam bit down on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. As she hissed and arched her back, his fingers slipped into her panties strumming the sensitive skin above her clit like an upright base. Her legs tried to give out but he kept her up and pressed so tightly against him she could almost feel the ridges of his cock through his slacks against her ass. She needed to grab something, to hold on, but when she reached for his hair, he carried her to the bed and threw her down. Her panties were gone next but he left her heels before burying his face between her legs.
At first glance, she didn't appear ready or wanting enough but he knew her body like he knew his own. Hours, days, months of exploration taught him that when it came to his lover looks could be decieving. The flesh he nibbled was soft and dry but when he plunged his tongue into her hidden depths his mouth was flooded with warm, thick arousal like biting into a peach. Only instead of syrup, she tasted like rain.
That first penetration was sweet but while it felt good, his tongue wasn't long enough or thick enough to really satisfy her and he knew that. She loved the exquisite torture of being kept just within grasp. That didn't mean she was one to sit idly by. When she started grinding against his mouth, he released a low growl. Using mostly tongue and suction, he went at her clit the way he, himself, liked to be sucked, while his fingers thrust into her feeling around for the irregular ridge of her pelvic bone to the soft tissue just past it, seeking to make her scream. Her reaction was immediate.
Nicole cried out then laughed not because it tickled but because it was almost so intense that it hurt. She clawed at the bed, him, even herself but when she started trying to pull away, he wrapped his free arm around her thigh preventing her escape. The harder she fought, the more bruising his grip became until he finally pushed her over that edge.
Release didn't just hit her, it exploded from her. He held fast as she thrashed only slowing when she went from rigid to a shattered, useless pile of limbs and twitching flesh. She almost cried when he finally released her and lovingly lapped at the swollen folds. Once he'd kissed all over both thighs and lower stomach, he crawled back up her body to kiss her lips. There was really nothing sexier for her than tasting herself in his kiss and he did it after every time.
"Mine." He whispered against her mouth. "Completely" She thought to herself.
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