I Got You, Babe

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Her back arched and Ronin held her there, tongue questing deeper, dancing in and over her most sensitive spots until he wasn’t sure that either of them could take it any longer. Vanya came and he was left panting, his cheek pressed to the inside of her thigh to scatter kisses there as she rode the crest of her orgasm. The sound of his name in her mouth drove him wild, and he glanced up at her as she shifted on the table to look at him, a small smile on his lips and a heat in his eyes that said it all: what next? She had answers, of course, and Ronin shifted back as she guided him, meeting her kisses with hunger and need. He ducked out of his shirt without protest, revealing the scarred musculature of his chest and abdomen and the curious medallion gifted to him by a goddess. More on that later, though. When she stopped, Ronin gazed over her, a touch breathless and a lot wound up, and there was no resistance in him as she switched their positions. Her lips found his neck and he inhaled deeply, his hands slipping beneath her tunic to enjoy her curves, cupping her breasts and teasing at one dusky nipple. In the meantime she was working on his pants, and he swore softly, half relief and half frustration, as she freed his arousal at last from the restrictive fabric. One of his hands fell away to brace against the edge of the table, the other sliding into her soft curls as her mouth moved inexorably lower. Ronin moaned softly as her hand found him, stroking along his length, and when her mouth followed all sense left him. Already slick from the excitement of bringing her pleasure, Vanya would not have a difficult time in teasing him towards his own end. But damn it, he had tasted her and he wanted more. ”V-van...!” he groaned, both warning and plea, and he resisted the urge to move his hips against her as an acute pressure began to build at the base of his spine. ”Wait...”