private lounges

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Ned Apr 21, 2013 9:59 am

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

After what seemed to her to be decades of trying to stay away from Kellan and Notorious she finally felt ready to go back again. Mostly because she was running out of money and her fridge started to resemble an empty isle in the shops after black Friday, but since she was feeling a lot better and the aching in her chest had finally stopped, it made sense to go back to what she knew best. Waiting tables and trying to stay away from trouble. Messy shit was obviously incredibly attracted to her, but she was determined to do better this time. To try and be professional as she can possibly be, to keep her fucking hands off their leader, and that’s what she’s going to call him from now on. The leader, that’s what he was. Nothing more, nothing less. She still trusted him, obviously, and nothing’s really changed since the last time she’s spoken to him, but how was she supposed to live her life if every time she made a step further, her pushed her away, he hurt her and made her feel like a complete piece of shit. Yes, she’s gone too far with all the undressing in front of him, but the last time he seemed to kind of like it, and then again, the pushing away started and she was done. Done trying and being all miserable because she can’t have what she’s desperately wanted for months, maybe years.

She was sitting down on the couch, thinking how to make things happen. As much as she didn’t want to show up in his office again telling him she’s back, alright and freaking ready to start making cash, that’s exactly how things stood. She needed a job and she needed him, and although it might feel a tad bit awkward being around him again, she felt safe there. She felt safe as a member of the gang and considering all the dirty stuff she’s done for them, they couldn’t just kick her out like mangy dog. Hard banging on the door literally made her jump up, for she was by no means ready for someone to show up. She was convinced Kellan made sure no one bothered her while she was recovering from that nasty infection going on where she was badly cut, so it sort of surprised her when she faced the two men from the gang telling her they have a job that needed to be taken care of. Tonight. Right now. When she was still in her sweatpants with not more than ten minutes to throw some sexy clothes on and do her hair. Not only it was weird he made a decision to push her into some other man’s hands, he also sent some sketchy henchmen to take her there, and she nervously stroked her sweaty palms as she made her entrance into the club, wearing nothing but a tiny cocktail dress and some heels. “You’re in for some real show ton ...” she started, but then – looking straight into Kellan’s eyes, fell silent. What was going on? Was he fucking playing with her?

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Ned Apr 21, 2013 11:12 am

every cell of him has been restlessly shifting for the last three hours. every single thought was set on how she'll hate him forever and how this ideas was the most stupid shit he ever came up with. these were doings of a desperate man. it's been long, way too long. tow weeks since she abandoned him. because that was exactly what she did – he managed to pour out a certain part of himself and she decided it was better to separate them. wasn't he the one who supposedly needed some time? so then why was she still staying away and didn't even call to check up on him? oh, for fuck's sake. this was starting to become a really pathetic romantic tragedy with a pinch of irony. he was turning into a down right annoying boss. he barked at everyone around him and tried to ease himself by spending most of the days down at the warehouse's training room, letting out the frustrations by punching a bag or beating the shit out of some captives they had there. nothing helped though. each time her words came back to mind – how she only wanted him. and then that terrible realization. he blew it all. instead of kissing the hell out of her and just admitting flat out that he wanted her back, he had to ruin it all by trying to keep his shit together. no wonder he was now losing it. and down there in the training room this idea came to mind of how he can get her in the same room without approaching her.

now he paced up and down one of the private rooms in notorious. his eyes darted around – from the stripping pole in the middle, to the cosy sofa around it. even to the big bed in the corner. he actually planned paying for her. he won't exactly throw money in her face and the whole 'gang mission' was just a charade. this was about the two of them, not about the gang, the notorious or their work. he was desperate beyond any measure. to an untrained eye he might seem completely cool with this situation, based on the empty expression in his eyes. but... he was sort of scared shitless. he sat down on the black velvet sofa and put his palms on his knees. the door started to open straight in front of him and his eyes started to travel up from high heels, to her long legs, on to the playfully teasing cocktail dress she wore. and settled on her eyes. she was exquisite. not just beautiful and gorgeous. absolutely exquisite. ''i've been counting on that,'' he replied without taking his eyes off of hers. he didn't really want to see her all professional, he only wanted her and he hoped she figured that out by herself. ''hello, sara,'' he mumbled a greeting and squeezed his knees slightly to stop himself from rushing up to meet her and grab her in his arms. ''i'm, obviously, the person you're supposed to entertain tonight. but... it's not work related,'' he tried explaining to her what exactly was going on right now. ''you've given too much space. too much time. i don't want it,'' his hand made a gesture for her to come closer.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Ned Apr 21, 2013 2:51 pm

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

When she first stepped her foot into the room, she simply missed all the furniture that implied sex, or some sort of activity she wasn’t really fond of. At least not with just anyone. But she noticed him first; Kellan, her boss who extremely evidently checked her out from head to toes or the other way around, and all this must have been a foul joke. A foul, foul joke! He couldn’t possibly think she’d make love to him after all the times she literally threw herself at him, but he still turned her down. She tried not to flip out before he explained himself, but being completely honest, she felt like telling him off. She is no whore and will by no means sleep with him, just because it’s a ‘mission’ or whatever gang members call their – sometimes incredibly stupid – jobs. It felt almost as if he was pushing it, trying to buy her to at least have an excuse when he throws her away like a used piece of cloth, but being respectful of her – apparently – new client, she only shot him a dull look and spoke again. “Hello, there.” She tried to stay professional, but it was so freaking hard with him right there next to her, undressing her with his eyes and obviously longing for what she’s offered him before. For free. “I’ve been told. And yes, it is work related. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Was this really her talking or was she possessed by some mean demon that decided to blow all her chances with Kellan. With the man she loved. With the man that wanted to pay her for sex.

Men were a goddamned riddle; they didn’t seem to use their heads when they thought or at least he didn’t. He even told her he wasn’t ready for something real, that it was too dangerous, that it wasn’t right, that she’s an employee (gosh, she just couldn’t remember all the excuses that came out of his mouth) and trying to move on took too much of her strength to even think about what he really meant by saying that kind of stuff. According to his now very soft words that felt like a divine poem to her ears, he wanted her. He wanted her now. She just didn’t comprehend how all of a sudden he’s ready for whatever he wasn’t two weeks ago; it’s not that she didn’t trust him anymore or love him, hell no, she loved him way too much to even let herself fall for him even more. Feeling like asking him if no other prostitute was good enough now would probably come off pretty rude, and since she’s decided not to be all rookie, she had to do what he asked for. She had to entertain him and if that meant dancing for him (hence the stripping pole) she’ll do it. “The last time we talked, it seemed like space was all you really wanted,” she threw an accusation at him, and then – realising she was far from professional – topped it off with a single word, “Sir.” Gosh, all this will probably make him angry and everyone that worked for him (including Sara) knew digging too far wasn’t very smart. With a hardly even noticeable nod she refused to get any closer, although this was something she really desperately wanted. His hands in hers. His arms around her waist and his lips somewhere on her body doing whatever they want. She wanted him, she still wanted him, but not like that. Her first time after that unfortunate moment with Wesley, was supposed to be perfect. Unpaid. Simply out of love and passion, and she wasn’t sure if this tonight qualifies. “I was told you want some kind of entertainment, I can do that. But that’s all I’m here for, Kellan,” she finally got close enough to see every little wrinkle on his face, to breathe his cologne in and to even hear his heart thumping just a little faster than usual.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Ned Apr 21, 2013 3:45 pm

he flinched when hearing her cold tone. if he closed his eyes he could almost believe that a professional call girl was standing in the same room with him and not his beloved sara. ''please, don't be like this,'' he murmured and slightly shook his head. he was actually prepared to beg her. he just wanted to find one way to crawl back into her life and stay there for good. if she didn't want him anymore, fine. it was fine, it really was. but shutting him out as she'd been doing the past two weeks? that was true hell on earth and he couldn't bare to stand the thought of her hating him. and being so darn cold, he needed to fix this. them. ''i had to make something up to even get a chance to see you. i repeat, this is not work related,'' he stated once more with a warning in his voice. she really shouldn't push him like that. it was painfully obvious he didn't call her just to fuck her or get a blow job. he needed to talk to her, that was enough for him, why couldn't she see that? ''i called you, because i needed to talk to you,'' he shared his thoughts with her, even though he didn't owe her a proper explanation. ''if you'll stay because i'm your boss, then i want you to walk through that door right away,'' he continued with a determined expression. ''really, sara. if, right now, you see me as your boss then this has no sense. i'll let you get back to your actual work, i'll let you do an occasional gang-related job but nothing risky. i'll... let you go,'' he turned his eyes down and focused on the shiny pristine floor.

he wished she would stop looking him like he's going to punch her in the gut any moment now. was she scared of him or of the possibility he represented? of something safe? did that bastard, who raped her, broke her so much that she was afraid to have a safety net? ''fuck, no,'' he bursted out but then immediately pulled himself together. really? he'll start to get all ill-tempered now? their relationship was based on his self-control. on him giving her what she needed without becoming too attached, too involved. that completely back-fired straight into his... heart, probably. ''i said i needed some time. to figure this out. to figure us out. i basically promised myself to you if you could just give me a few days to find a way to do this rightly,'' he started throwing up a word after word with an intense need to get her to fucking comprehend. ''i didn't want to fuck it up. is that such a hard concept to grasp, sara? that i actually don't want to hurt you?'' his words were poison and he regretted them almost immediately. he shook his head in a silent apology. ''so you're decided? that you'll be an ice queen when it comes to me, from now on?'' he raised his head again and tried to read her eyes. they were always saying more than her lips. ''if that's what you want... fine. take your clothes off. dance around the pole. do a lap dance,'' he rushed on and searched for some sort of infatuation in her eyes. a proof it wasn't too late. ''but while you do all that, pretending i'm just someone you have to entertain, keep in mind i won't play fair this time,'' his eyes now held an obvious challenge. he planned to make this hard for her. hard to keep up a cold masque and be a professional. he knew she felt too much.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Ned Apr 21, 2013 6:04 pm

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

i'm hopeless

”You had to, right? And you chose this? You couldn’t just show up at my place to tell me whatever you need to?” she was getting really irritated with him. Putting her on a mission to fucking entertain ‘certain someone’ just so he could talk to her or test her whether she’s committed to the gang enough to keep around? There was no way she could trust him anymore, and although he obviously knew pretty much everything about her, she knew nothing. Not enough anyway. She stood there completely unravelled, vulnerable, in a position she didn’t want to be in ... again. Just as if this was her destiny, just as if she needed to embarrass herself or she wasn’t content. “Why do you have to treat me differently? I don’t need you babying me, I’m a grown up.” she confidently stammered out not really thinking much of what was going on. She was sick of him treating her like a child, she was freaking sick of always taking the blame and this time – no matter how far this goes – she will not back off. Trying hard not to burst out each and every time he said something new to her ears she shook her head in disbelief, but kept her lips sealed. And maybe, just maybe, after some long minutes of him having his monologues things started to make sense, but she was way too proud to admit that, way too proud to forget everything he’s done wrong. “Well you weren’t too successful at your not hurting me thing, were you?” She tried to pretend he’s a complete stranger to her, when all she really wanted was for him to pull her into his embrace, and with that on her mind she only nodded her head when he asked another question. Yes, she can’t do this anymore, she’s far too bruised too keep this game going, she’s too hurt to handle another no, when he feels like finding another girl to keep him entertained.

Everything she’s done for the gang so far, nothing could possibly compete with what she was about to do. Her eyes literally popped out when she caught his words and she was lucky her face was nailed to her toes or he would notice it without a doubt. “Isn’t that why they brought me here in the first place? To lap dance for you?” she snorted out, giving an impression of a brave girl whereas inside she was scared to death. Where the heck was vodka when she needed it? And why didn’t she just run away when she had a chance? Being as stubborn as she was she couldn’t just back out and although she had no idea how she was going to go through with it without her face turning bright red, she made her step closer to the pole. All the next steps seemed a lot easier in her head, but as silly as it might sound, she was used to losing her clothes with his eyes glued onto her body. Making her first step towards him was the hardest, but the rest flew by, and as she placed her hands firmly onto his thighs, facing into his direction, giving him a majestic view of his breast, she had to try hard not to kiss the heck out of him. It was safer to turn around, much safer, so she did a little spin while slowly running her hands down her body and sat into his lap just above his crotch. Her hair fell down nicely brushing his chest as she moved her hips in circular motions and her hands found their way on the back of his neck, bringing him closer into hers. “Is this what you wanted?” she breathed out, hardly even realising it, but to hell with it, she was actually enjoying herself.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pon Apr 22, 2013 8:27 am

''i tried calling you. you didn't pick up the phone,'' he shrugged and left out that he only called her once and it was in the beginning of this ridiculous arrangement. he wanted to make sure she got home safe, since she left before he woke up with a killer headache. he remembered every single thing about that night. how she undressed herself in front of him once more. how mesmerized he was. how she undressed him. how badly that want to take her and claim her pulsed inside him – how he didn't want it that way. ''and you wouldn't have opened the goddamn door if i came knocking there,'' it felt like he was making excuses but really... would she open the door if she knew who was on the other side? she would probably slam them straight into his face, not giving him a second thought. ''besides... what exactly bothers you? it's not like it's a real mission. it's a set up, yes, but it's not your job to stay and actually dance for me,'' he started to become confused, because he really couldn't grasp exactly what was so wrong with the way he set them up. he would never again push her into the arms of another man, not with how al-naradef hurt her. ''because i don't want a replay of the last mission's events. i don't want to watch you suffer or, for fuck's sake, die under my watch,'' he raised his voice with a pained expressions. after all these weeks, she still couldn't understand how terrified he was when she'd been held at a knife point and bled on that silky robe. ''no, i wasn't. but then again, you hurt me too – two seconds ago, so we're even,'' he stated after seeing her nod. so she was out? just like that?

''stop it, sara. stop with the sarcasm, when it doesn't suit you well,'' he rolled his eyes as she made fun out of the 'lap dance' comment. he never planned on making her dance and/or strip for him, but she was really pushing his buttons. ''no... you don't have to...'' he started saying but then shut his mouth as she took a step back and looked at him with a determined expression, which was lacking any bits of passion. what was he making her do? what kind of a bastard was he? his breath got caught as his eyes settled on her hands, sliding down her body, teasing him to the point of insanity. those very hand settled on his thighs and while he got a glimpse of her cleavage, he looked her straight in the eye, even when she climbed up into his lap and sat down with her legs wrapped around his hips. a groan left his lips as she moved her hips around his lap, giving a divine pressure straight onto his crotch. ''you are asking all the wrong questions,'' he rasped as she pulled his head nearer and knew she won't be able to fool him if he stepped up his game. his hands settled on his hips and intentionally pressed them further down, so she was able to feel every single inch of him. ''is this what you wanted?'' he murmured into her ear and then unclasped her bra, letting it fall down between them. she was doing this all wrong, she wasn't suppose to let him touch her. a professional would never allow that, and that was his own small victory. ''kiss me,'' he demanded, never taking his eyes off. ''please, sara. please, kiss me,'' he took on a softer, much more gentle tone, but ended up crashing his lips against here, silencing any objections she might have.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pon Apr 22, 2013 9:50 am

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

i'm hopeless

»It's all about what you want now, not me,” she breathed out, although this could easily be the best thing she’s ever done, but she had no intention to admit to it. She was all his now, his little marionette, but still she felt like spicing things up. She, more than anything, wanted to show him what he was missing out, but instead he pulled her closer into his body where she felt that bulge growing again, and she literally forgot about everything she was supposed to be doing. Her hands were now gripped onto his upper arms while his roamed somewhere between her hips and her back. Is that what a lap dance looked like? Wasn’t she supposed to be the one touching and caressing, not the other way around? But before she could possibly move away or stand up he loosened her bra and it fell down just as she looked up and met with his wondrous eyes. “I don’t think my boss would be too happy if he knew about that,” she then added when he begged for a kiss, but didn’t even think to wait for a response. She wasn’t ready for this, she couldn’t handle his lips pressed against hers, she could barely catch her breath and keep her feet on the ground, but he pulled her closer and made her go with a flow. She kissed back. She really did, for a split second, and then gently bit on his lower lip to stop his mischievous doings. “Hands off me, mister,” she breathlessly broke the silence pushing him away and seductively standing back up in front of him. Her hands slowly made their way over her soft chest, brushing her gentle skin as she moved behind him with his eyes still locked onto her bare body.

“I need your lips to stay away from mine, it’s not my job to please you in that way,” she gently bit his neck and sunk her hands into his chest, unfastening one button at a time. It was a fucking pleasure touching him and incredibly hard to look away from his familiar face that was so beautiful to her, to just focus on what her job was. As she finally made her way to his bare chest, she run her fingers softly around it and her legs started to melt together. She was so bad at this. She just couldn't do it. She threw her shoes off, took his hand and swayed back in front of him pulling him up from the chair he was sunk in. Her eyes were literally trying to grasp everything in, that’s how perfect he was, she wanted him, but she couldn’t have him, not now. There’s no way she’ll be his, just because he’s ready now, there’s no way she will comply; she will do her job and leave him here to wonder. To just wonder about what it would be like inside her. His hands tried to grip onto her skinny figure again and she threw them to his side one more time with an assertive command. “Get on that bed, now,” she pushed him down and sat into his lap one more time, grabbing his hands and leading them all the way up to her front to give him a little treat. Staying still for nothing but a second she started to grind against him again, but that was all the pleasure he was getting. No more, no less. Was she a professional? Not in a million years. Did she let him go further than any other girl would? Yes, but only because she wanted it. And she wanted more, so much more.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pon Apr 22, 2013 8:53 pm

he could only keep himself from rolling his eyes around when she refused to suffice a disclosure. ''i want you to answer my question... do you want me?'' he stubbornly repeated while setting her tightly on his lap, just to make sure she knew 100% how much he wanted her. her wiggling her hips like that, his erection painfully pressing on her center. if she kept this up, he'll get even more uncomfortable, yet he thought she won't exactly appreciate another one of his cold showers and retreats. ''about what? me undressing you?'' he threw the unnecessary piece of clothing aside and took her bare body all in. ''i think you're perfect,'' he whispered out loud, even if the words were supposed to just stay in his head. the minute he tasted her lips, he knew he simply had to get more than this teasing sample. he deepened the kiss, not caring if he wasn't exactly gentle. he wanted nothing more but to devour her completely. press his lips to every part of her body – from the backside of her knees to the cute little butt that was pressing on his hard rock crotch. she was killing him. ''i thought you said this was about what i want?'' he managed to put out a small smile when she separated them and pushed him back onto the sofa. ''i want to touch you. i want you to...'' he probably stopped breathing when her hands ran down her naked body, grazing her breasts and soft skin of her hips. it was physically impossible for him to take his eyes off her and he even tried turning around when she stepped behind him. he might have even growled in protest.

''just rip them apart,'' he groaned as she started unfasten his shirt, wanting to feel her hands all over him. he knew she wasn't as unattached as she seemed – she was breathing way too fast and way too deeply. his feelings were out on display with the obvious tent in his pants, but he would bet his head her panties were wet as a fuck from her arousal. he stood up as she demanded and decided that staring at the ceiling would be much easier at this point. the moment he looked down he pulled her nearer, yet she was beyond determined. he obediently started to take steady steps back towards the bed until she pushed him down. maybe she sat on his lap or maybe he pulled her down, but his palms brushed the underside of her breasts and he felt her shiver. no, this wasn't about him. it was about her. he wanted to give her the ultimate pleasure even if it meant he'll have to take a fucking cold shower afterwards. ''i'm changing the rules of the game... i won't pay for this,'' he said as his thumbs brushed the pointed tips of her raspberry nipples that just begged to be sucked into mouth. he maneuvered her around, crashing her back onto the bed and keeping her down with the cage of his body. he stopped on top of her, gazing down into her eyes, quite sure that every single emotion going on inside him was now out on display. how beautiful she was in his eyes, how much he wanted her, how much he needed to this rightly. ''i'll beg you,'' he murmured, at first for himself, but then repeated: ''i'll beg you for another chance.'' he didn't plan this at all. feeling this kind of an attachment to her. she was supposed to be his so-called charity case. she stopped being that the night she came to his house with a bottle of vodka and black lingerie. his hand caressed her skin, from her ribs down to the lovely edges of her hip bones. he pushed the edge of the tiny panties down, while slowly sliding his hand under them. ''this isn't about me at all. it's about you. about how beautiful you are. about how i want to give you fucking everything you want. freedom, money... love. it's about you,'' he stared down into her eyes, his thumb pressing on her swollen clit. ''only you.''

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pon Apr 22, 2013 11:26 pm

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

porn, ja.

She avoided answering his questions for they’d surely be the end of her. She fucking wanted him, probably more than he’d ever imagined, but this was a whole new side of her – ready to give up what he was offering her just to prove her point. Just to make him suffer, to really get what she was going through with each and every no he told her. “I think you need to stop talking,” she hushed him down when she finally got a chance to speak again. It was freaking painful to part from him, when every tiny atom of her body was drawn to him, when his hands roamed her nakedness and made her feel so special, so beautiful and needed. She could swear her heart was going crazy and she felt heat waves crash against her body when she placed her arms around him and whispered in his ear as she kept on going; “Oh, no, I’m not ripping anything apart, that’s just the beauty of it.” It wasn’t though; she very much wanted to rip every piece of clothing off him, his boxer briefs especially, to let his throbbing cock out, but she seemed extremely determined for a young, naive and innocent girl that tried way too hard to keep her eyes off his hard crotch. And he knew, he must have realised this little game wasn’t really a game to her. That every single touch meant something, everything to her. That his caressing felt like a soft summer breeze, all she’s ever needed. This time neither of them was drunk, but yet she felt strange, her gut was telling her to let him do whatever he wanted, but her brain wanted revenge. Her heart was aching for his gentleness, his loving affection, but her head told her to stop him or to at least let him know it meant nothing, just nothing. “You will, one way or another,” she blissfully stuttered out, hardly even loud enough for him to recognize her words, but she was already so focused on his hands gripped around her torso. On his thumbs caressing her nipples and she bit her lip to prevent herself from letting out a lustful moan.

“So do it. Beg me,” she murmured out, not really knowing what she was asking for. His hands were still sliding up and down her aroused body; she felt nothing but pleasant twitching between her legs and her mind was set on one thing – letting him do his thing and then leaving wordless. Was she ready for whatever bound to happen? Physically yes and if she was her old self still, she’d probably encourage him to do it faster, but instead she wanted to grasp every single movement of his fingers while trying hard to keep her face expressionless. He climbed on top of her, his legs pushing hers open and apart and he kissed her bare front with such ease. He playfully licked and bit on one nipple while playing with the other, and he seriously drove her insane with all the pleasure. She wanted to moan his name, but she managed to get herself together, grasping onto the satin sheets instead, but he obviously had no intentions to stop. He pushed her panties away and slipped his hand under them, touching her ever so slightly, but with heavier breaths his strokes got faster too. All she could feel were his fingers deep inside her, one or two stimulating her sensitive button, as she let out a squelched sound. “It ... it’s ...” she tried to speak up, but she couldn’t. She was totally and completely overwhelmed by the feeling she’s never felt before. “It is about you,” she finally screamed out, but it made no sense. She was the one getting fingered; she was the one with her body in spasms that overflowed her as he kept on going. Trying to catch her breath after such a reverse of feelings, her mind literally played tricks on her; did she want this to stop or just have him torment her with pleasure some more? Her insides started to tighten around his fingers as they got more deliberate, moving even faster in and out, and her everything started to shake. Literally shake as she finally stopped resisting the pleasure.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pet Apr 26, 2013 11:16 am

how was it possible that she was letting him pull all the strings, but yet it seemed as if he were under her complete control? and if she didn't let him kiss her, what kind of a control did he even have? his mind was surrounded by a dimmed cloud of lust. all he could think about was how good it felt just to be near her. when did this happen? when the fuck did he became so dependent on her that the mere thought of letting her go was causing a massive heartache inside of his chest? he felt the urge to touch every part of her body, mark her, claim her. but she was putting his hands away and at her comment he just laughed without a trace of humor. ''i think you need to stop overthinking this,'' he repeated those magical words twice. yes, he was her boss. yes, this was wrong on more than just one level. it felt as if he were using her when all he ever wanted was to please her and... just take care of hear. she thought it was repetitive, how he was always saying he only means her well. after all these months she still didn't understand. she thought she did, but he she really didn't. at all. he pulled her out of those streets, he fucking saved her from that piece of trash that raped her once. the need to make her whole again was the only thing on his mind. it was placed first, before the need to bury himself deep inside her and make her feel again. make her see that they weren't all like him. but... a relationship between them, a real thing. that was very much impossible. she probably knew that before him.

he murmured something in protest and tried to catch her lips one more time, but her mouth suckled the skin of his neck, biting him gently. her fingers quickly unfastening the buttons, but still way too slowly. he had her on the bed now, displayed on view underneath him. his lips clasped around the raspberry nipple, gently sucking it in his mouth, having the ultimate pleasure of seeing her shiver and gasping for more air. his hand worked her lingerie down her hips, down to her knees and that was enough. his hand slowly pushed her legs apart and he settled himself in the open space, careful not to put too much pressure on her. ''it's what?'' he whispered when she tried to speak and his finger searched through the wet territory of her crotch, delicately pressing to her center and between her walls before adding another. ''maybe it is... i'm getting off by just looking at you come,'' he suddenly nodded as his fingers pressed further in, pushed, the tight walls accepting everything he had to give until they closed around him when the rhythm fastened. ''come,'' he murmured a final wish and pressed his head down between her bare breasts, to feel her heart urgently beating, trying to escape from it's cage, her whole body shivering. her face the face of undeniable pleasure. he pulled his fingers out and scooted away from her, back towards the end of the bed and to the floor where he actually managed to stand on his knees. ''sara,'' he said her name and pulled her by the ankles back towards him, making her sit up. his left hand clasped around her face and he was most certainly prepared to do the very thing she asked him to do. ''will you kiss me now?'' he was begging. he never went on his knees for anyone, ever. but for her... he had a feeling he would do it tomorrow too, and the day after that, and the day after that, and after that.

Naslov sporočila: Re: private lounges Pet Apr 26, 2013 7:43 pm

tag; kellan, luv ;D smitten

She's felt this overwhelming feeling tingling throughout her body, her muscles began to tighter and she wasn’t even aware of her upper thighs quivering like crazy. The way he worked her she’s never been touched before; the first time it was awful and all she’s felt after was shame and misery, but with Kellan it all seemed to be different. He knew what to do to make her feel complete, to make her light-headed, for her vision to go completely blurry. Her breathing was irregular, she was literally panting from all the sensations, and as she broke out in a light sweat, her body stopped moving and wanted to clench up and enjoy the explosion. The explosion that he had caused. She didn’t even notice him getting off her, because of all the intense spasms that she’s felt for the first time and only when he grabbed her for her ankles she realized he was still there. There on his knees pulling her up all in awe. She was unable to move, unable to think or even speak, she just looked through him, still recuperating from all the pleasure, still catching her breath and not even caring about her bare chest and panties that now ended up on the floor. She needed some short moments to get herself together and although she wouldn’t mind doing it all again, her mind decided to go in a complete different direction. “I said no kissing,” her heart broke when she turned him down. She wanted to pull him into her warm embrace, feel him next to her naked body, give him herself, let him do whatever he could possibly think of, but thinking about all the times she’s been pushed away, made her react even worse that she’s ever imagined. She lowered her still slightly shaking hand to pick her underwear, but avoided looking him in the eye. She couldn’t. She just knew he’d know it wasn’t her talking, he’d know she didn’t mean a single thing!

“Bra, where’s my bra?” she whispered to herself when she cupped her breasts and tiptoed around the room to get to the dress she took off without even thinking about what she was getting herself into. Was this really necessary? Just as if things weren’t awkward enough between them. Just as if he didn’t have her heart already and she had to prove it to herself one more time. Just as if an invisible force pulled her towards him, because that’s really the only place where she’s ever felt safe. Putting her dress back on and gripping firmly onto her panties still, she felt her heart beating intensely and without a doubt, only one person had a potential of slowing it back down. “Thanks I guess,” she shrugged her shoulders unconvincingly and before he could even get close enough to stop her, she hurried out of the room. With her lingerie in one hand and shoes in another she stumbled down the hall. Her breathing got even faster now and her eyes watered as she leaned on the padded wall that felt so soft against her skin. Not knowing he was there, tens of feet away but still able to see her, she slipped down on the floor, sinking her face into her sweaty palms. What has she done?

-- fin srcek