Try a Little Tenderness

ALISTAIR In no rush, that seemed to be the sentiment they both shared. They both seemed content in riding the current. As Rexanna pressed her lips against his, deepening the kiss, Alistair leaned into her with a sigh. His body resting, content with the warmth she offered him. In that brief moment Alistair though about what Ronin had said, Rex was a rebound...easy as that. While Alistair didn't necessarily agree, he didn't exactly know what to consider her. Rexanna was...Rexanna, and he was content with just that. So many times had he over thought every little thing and it cost him. It was so much easier , he found out, to just go with it. Rexanna wasn't his girlfriend, or his truest love...she was freedom. She offered Alistair the freedom to be anything and she seemed to accept that, as he accepted her simply as she was. "Pleasure...I can do that..." He whispered quietly with a smile against her lips, nodding softly as he held her eyes. Slowly he began to slide down, hands holding Rex's knees gently as he parted her legs. If she attempted to refuse, though he's not sure why she would Alistair would look up with a 'shhh' gesture. If she simply accepted the special attention she was getting, it simply made it all that much easier. It was a unique thing, spending your life worrying about how others felt, catering to their needs and neglecting your own...and to simply just flip a switch and realize you deserve a moment to sit back, and feel good. That was exactly what Alistair was offering Rex, for her to lean back onto the counter, take a breath...and feel good. Stubbled lips pricked and kissed along the insides of her thighs. His free hand reaching in without so much as a warning and, had she worn panties, they were promptly snapped and throw into the abyss. Lips pressed further into her inner thigh as he brought her legs over his shoulder and hooked her in with a hug. His tongue gently sliding along her moistened lips before sliding into her. Gliding, slowly, searching...though in truth he knew well enough where her love nub was hiding. The search was part of the play before he gently latched onto it, pinning it gently but firm between his lips, running his tongue along it. Slowly at first, though the momentum increasing before he released and latched onto it. Teasing it first before his grip of her thighs tightened, pinning his tongue inside of her as he rolled it, slid it, and dipped it with talent of a man who memorized every delicious crevas of her body.