Try a Little Tenderness

ALISTAIR Had Rexanna intended to repay Alistair, it wouldn't be until he allowed it. The rush of sensations that came from contact with her did much to sober Alistair quickly. At least to be sober enough to be fully aware of his actions and to feel...very much, the taste of that which his tongue so elegantly dined on. There would be no bucking off or removing, Alistair's fingers dug into Rex's thighs as he pushed his tongue further in before sliding it out for only a teasing moment. His tongue lapped gently along her moistened lips before rolling his tongue in a way someone well versed in linguistics could roll it as he slid it back inside of her. Hands slid up and crossed her legs behind his head, signalling to Rex there was no intention to move from his position as he neck and tongue rolled furiously. Fingers once again locking onto her thighs to keep her from trying to remove him had she wanted to. He could feel the sudden tension before the release and kept his mouth against her to receive every drop of essence he could savor from her. Even then, as he felt her body ease and tremble, his tongue remained and slowly slid along her happy button, as it had swelled and no doubt was overly sensitive to the touch and would lead her to a few more trembles, which caused him to grin against her before slowly sliding his tongue out. A testament to his sobriety could be felt in just a moment, as his hands had worked to undo his pants before standing. Knowing she'd still be sensitive, and trying to correct herself from just a moment ago, Alistair had stood and with a sudden thrust and hushed grunt, pushed himself into her. His eyes closed briefly with the sudden warmth that wrapped around him as he opened his eyes and grinned down at Rex. One hand leaning her back a little more for leverage as the other braced onto the counter. It was as if Frey itself had possessed him as his hips grinded and rolled into hers. [Bunny permission granted by Skylark ]

RexannA just how far would you go when the drugs aren't hitting home? She allowed him to move her in any way he saw fit – to be able to make it easier for him despite the awkwardness of the position and the way that he was still quite a bit drunk though now appearing at least a bit more sober. Her body was tense during the build up and when she was able to release, her body shuddered with the feeling – a quiet rolling earthquake that trembled her. Her hands found their way to him as he stood up and faced her more fully. Her body arching into his touch as they continued. He was right – it was like Frey had possessed him. She moved with him enough, losing herself in the passion and fire of the night in ways that were so explicitly him that she couldn’t think of anything else. It reminded her of their first meeting, a man in the fields simply drawing what he saw before the huge sum of their loneliness and perhaps a bit of sorrow had pushed them together. And it had pushed them over and over and over again. Once this whole curse was over and she could be considered a free person, having tasted the fruits of this world, perhaps she would find herself consistently in Alistair’s arms. But for now, there were too many obstacles, and she was happy to know that the man hadn’t seemed to care that much about it. Perhaps he did deep down, but as Frey had told her, she needed to care more about herself than others. And she was trying hard to do just that. To not fall into her old ways. And so she melted with him again, her nails digging into his back and sides, his name whispered on her tongue, and the feel of her firework magic just a breath away on the tip of her fingertips. It didn’t take long for their second roll to be over for her, and she found herself breathless and draped in exhaustion. Pulling him closer to her, she tangled her fingers in his dark curled hair and pressed her lips to his own. Her sapphire gaze searching his eyes with a bright amount of happiness and a bit of a drunken glaze. “Come to bed with me?” She whispered to him, her gaze dropping to his lips. “Stay with me tonight?” She tilted her head with the breathless question, hoping perhaps he’d be content with holding her like before. unwind my veins like rope. a kaleidoscope, detach until we choke.

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