Rita Mordio (
negativegate) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-31 09:27 pm
[audio]
[There’s no visual, but as you open this feed the first thing that can be heard is a low moan of a woman, obviously sounding relaxed, but also very pleasured.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]
…Please, do that again.
So that was good? Do you want it a bit harder?
Yes, just a little bit harder, Rita…Maybe a little faster as well…
All right. Tell me if it's too much, okay? Now...how's...this? [There's a little grunt now.]
[Nothing is said, instead a squeak as she hits the right spot.] Yes, that’s wonderful. [Her voice is laced in pleasure, another low moan follows. ] Just a little more…!
[Rita sounds a bit breathless for her part.] Okay. Right here. Does that feel good?
Ah, yes! [A cry rings out, lingering on before Estelle sounds rather breathless as well…] That felt amazing. Should we switch now? [A creak of a bed can be heard.]
Yeah- [Rita sounds pretty eager! There's some more creaking, the rustling of sheets...] I mean, you were really into it...And you've done this way more than I have.
Well, I got a lot of practice back at the hot springs, so I think I’m rather good at it now. [She sure sounds proud of herself, and now the creaking ceases.]
I bet you'll be amazing, Estelle. [She makes a comfortable sigh.] Here, I'm ready for you.
[...and then audio shuts off]
[ooc: Just two friends giving each other back massages. :|b Red is Rita and pink is Estelle.]

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[ He wonders how long he can get away with just kissing up along her neck until she protests... ]
So tomorrow?
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Tomorrow--yeah.
[All she cares about is that it's not anytime soon...Although he's really starting to drive her nuts! And she's too impatient to wait and see if she can hold out while he keeps teasing her-]
H-hey. Do that--what you did before.
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[ He grins hearing that. Somehow, teasing her is really fun. More than usual. ]
Like this?
[ And as if he wasn't just tickling her with his lips, he nips her neck a little roughly. ]
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[If kept teasing her...she doesn't know what she would've done, but she'd get him back somehow! Instead, though, she shudders and grabs at his hair again.]
J...just like that!
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[ He hums, shivering slightly. The thought of teasing her is completely forgotten about--now he wants to do this right. Just releasing her skin and sucking on it again a second later.
It's okay if he doesn't really know what he's doing. ]
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[It's definitely okay--it's more than okay, and she answers with a gasp. Stroking his jaw is momentarily forgotten as she squirms a little.]
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[ He doesn't mind that she stopped. He's too focused on her reactions and the way she moves and on kissing her. His hand slides down her neck, caressing her collarbone. ]
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[She hums, thrilled with his kisses and the caress. Dimly she thinks back to his talking about getting carried away, but she can't really bring herself to care when he feels so good. She tugs gently on his hair and finally remembers her other hand, letting her fingers run over his jawline and then past his neck to the back of his shoulders.]
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[ He breathes a quiet sigh as he hand drifts to his shoulder. He's sure they won't get too carried away; he has more self-control than that. There's nothing about her that he doesn't love and want more of right now. His hand just moves along her collarbone and shoulder, resisting the urge to go lower than that. ]
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[Rita has much less self-control, but she hasn't quite lost it yet--and she's quite content with where he's moving his hand, as long as he's touching her and kissing her. Her own fingers trace over the muscles she massaged earlier, moving over his shoulder.]
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[ He has no intention to stopping either of those things. Kissing her neck is getting to be addictive, and he doesn't want to stop sucking along it gently. The feel of her hand over his shoulder makes him take a deep breath and whisper her name wantingly. Maybe he could lose it... ]
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[She can't help but keep shifting as he sucks the skin, and she presses her fingers more firmly into his shoulder, moving her hand across to his spine. When he says her name like that...she just likes hearing how he sounds. It's exciting in a way she can't quite express.]
Like this...just like this.
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[ He arches into her touch, fingers pressing into her shoulder and moaning softly. "Just like this" sounds perfect to him, too, and hearing her say it... He doesn't want to stop on her now. Not even to say anything as he shifts his head to bite another little mark at the corner of her jaw. ]
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[And all of it--his little moan, that bite--makes her want to run her hand further down his spine, as she gasps and tangles her other hand in his hair. She definitely doesn't want him to stop.]
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[ It's so nice. At this point, they're definitely getting carried away, but it's more than obvious that they're both enjoying it. Nibbling over that spot a second longer, he pulls away just long enough to nudge her shoulder. ]
Lay down. [ It comes out heavier than he meant it to. Is he really breathing that hard...? ]
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Huh?
[She heard him despite how distracted he's made her--she just starts wondering about his reasons. Then she decides she wants to see what he'll do, and she shifts to lay flat on her back, looking up at him. She's breathing heavily too, with her face flushed and lips parted, but her eyes are clear.]
And now...?
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[ Simply, with a smile- ] It'll be easier to reach my back.
[ His hand brushes against some marks along her neck earlier. Being in this position over her when they're both like this doesn't feel that innocent to him, though he'll play it off like it is. After saying that, he tries not to let his eyes linger on her face and neck too long. With a quick kiss on her lips, he shifts down to return to her neck (and maybe he will go lower...) and flick his tongue over the bite marks her just left. ]
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[She doesn't think it's the entire reason, but she goes along with it. Lying like this definitely feels...different--it's not that she's nervous or antsy, but her heart is racing as he kisses her and then dips back to her neck, getting another gasp out of her. It's actually more comfortable like this, she realizes--and goes ahead and runs her hand down his spine.]
Better?
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[ He had been thinking of it before she even started touching his back... But he's note entirely sure why he wanted their position to be changed. Maybe so he wouldn't need to lay on his other arm. That little stroke gets a pleased sigh out of him either way, though. ]
A lot better...
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[Even if he isn't looking at her face, she smiles and strokes back up. And maybe that feeling she has is more like excitement...]
I....kind of like it. [Blushing again!]
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[ She might be able to feel his lips moving into a smile against her neck. ]
I like it a lot.
[ And before he says anything more, he goes back to kissing her. ]
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[Whoops, more blushing. If there's anything she could think to stammer out, it's lost when she groans a little instead.]
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[ That groan really makes him want to do more, but self-control. He has some self-control. The backs of his fingers caress her jaw gently as his lips trail down over her blastia to the base of her neck in the same soft manner. ]
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[Self-control is getting harder...though Rita manages to have enough to resist taking off her blastia to fully expose her neck to him, no matter how much she wants to. And he still gets another soft sigh out of her as she runs her hand up and down his spine, then over his shoulders.]
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[ He isn't about to ask her to take it off, either. He can kiss beneath her blastia anyway, over the hollow of her throat. Even just stroking his back makes him so much warmer and eager. His body shiver and freeze a second. ]
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