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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[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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[And his kisses there are amazing enough to make her squirm against him. Then, taking note of his reaction, she runs her hands over his shoulders and down his back again. She only stops above his lower back because she can't quite reach in this position.]
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[ It's close enough to make him press himself flush down against her with a low, deep moan. Self-restraint is fading fast as he bites along her collarbone. ]
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[Rita makes a noise that's somewhere between a gasp and a moan and an attempt to say his name all at once. It's getting a little overwhelming, but that just makes her want to keep it up even more--pressing right back up against him and stroking his spine more roughly than before.]
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[ He can't believe he's hearing her voice like this or feeling her against him. Maybe it's getting to be too much, but he likes that they can get this far together. ]
A little more...
[ It's almost like another massage. His free hand curls in the blanket and his bite turns rougher, though thankfully not enough to really hurt.
But they should really stop. Really... ]
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Yeah--m-more...
[Her voice is low and breathless and her touches rougher--she might have just accidentally scratched him lightly. It's so much...]
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[ Oh, her nails... He shivers again, sucking her hungrily. Her name comes out like a muffled moan, unwilling to stop. Maybe... But he keeps his hand up along her chin. Their bodies are too close to move anyway, but this is close enough to 'more'. ]
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[He's driving her so wild that she can't stop moving, pressing her torso against his, shifting her legs, rubbing her hands firmly over his shoulders then down his back. So much for that massage being relaxing...]
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[ This is as far from relaxing as possible. He can't help but give in and grind back against her, heart racing and moaning her name again. Without thinking of it, he kisses her neck again as he brings his body up into her touch. ]
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Ah...
[That sends a jolt through her body and her nails dig into the middle of his bag unintentionally. It feels like she's gasping constantly and her heart's pounding out of her chest. As amazing as it all is, it's getting to be too much.]
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[ He can't help but gasp from that, but he's too far gone to think it's that painful. He feel that shock, too, but...
He gives her another kiss before pulling away completely to look at her face. His own is flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead. ]
Let's...get cleaned up now.
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Ah--but...
[It feels like another jolt, though totally different. Rita can't decide whether to be relieved after unbearably hot she was getting or demand that he get right back to it--what is she even thinking?]
...I-I guess. I...got carried away.
[She's breathing heavily and her own face is a mirror of his: flushed and sweaty.]
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