Calling for Greer(Greer) / Private location - Gilded Cage

He smiled and walked over to her. "At least a hand on your shoulder?" His brow rose quizzically at her. "All right." He rested a hand on her shoulder. "Whatcha gonna play for me, darlin'?"

She looking up at him, "You can sit behind me, and just don't get in the way of my hands, you want to hear my holding nothing back version of Sweet Child of Mine. Sorry no guitar solo though." With his hand on her shoulder, she begins to play, and sing.


(4:03:29 AM) "Piano"(WOD Result: 6)
(4:03:36 AM) "Singing"(WOD Result:

He took her invitation. He sat down behind her. His hands slid around her waist and rested there. His breath was warm against her ear while his hands started rubbing slow circles against her tummy. He closed his eyes and hummed along with her while she played.

Finishing she leaned back against him "So what do you think?"

He smiled and kissed her temple again. Then his hands slid over her arms and to her hands. "Ya have a right gorgeous voice, darlin'. I think if ya had a guitar for me ta join ya we might even be able ta draw a good crowd."

Taking his hands "I have an acoustic guitar on order. I like a lot of songs that go with the guitar better than the piano these days. Normally when I start playing or singing into music I can get lost in it and touch helps keep me from not fading out in bad places till the next night. I like this place so when I pass out I wake up and can pick back up." a soft laugh "You going to sing for me or wait till I get that guitar?"

He smiled and started to sing for her. Leaving his arms around her.


(1:17:42 AM) "sing"(WOD Result: 8 )

She softly hums with him, her voice naturally intertwining with his, in a complimentary way, and she stays curled in his arms. "YOU are very good." with a shake of her head "I'm feeling like an amateur now."

He laughed. "Naw, darlin'. I'm tha amateur. I just get inspired now an' again."

She turns facing him, kissing him, nipping but not breaking the skin of his lower lip. Then with a mischievous grin at him she takes off her top, the lingerie is an intricate lace pattern, in a rich green that compliments her eyes, and he can see where she's got two piercings. Also the matching lace thong she's been wearing.

"There you got your wish."

He chuckled in his throat. Then he nipped her lip when she kissed him. Not enough to hurt or break skin. One hand came up to brush the hair off of her shoulder. "Thank ya. It's always nice ta know your work's appreciated." Then he winked at her. Flashed that white grin again.

Playfully she tried to push him off the bench (he doesn't move I am sure), "Glad to know it was a chore.", rolling her eyes at him and then shakes her head - looking at him carefully again - and then reaches over pinching his nipples, then starts taking off his shirt if he'll let her.

He laughed. "Darlin'. If it was a chore. I wouldn't have done it." He groaned when she pinched his nipples. Then he just raised his arms over his head so she could pull his shirt off.

With a smile at him, "Just making sure", taking off his shirt, kissing down his front, till taking one of his nipples in her mouth, gently nibbling, licking, and sucking while her other hand pinches the other nipple.

Another groan from him. A small shiver ran through him. One hand slid up into her hair to hold her in place. His voice went low and ragged. "Ya been dyin' ta do that since tha car, ain't ya?" He had asked about teasing her.

A stronger nip, then looking up at him "Yes", blowing on his other nipple, and then barely touching it with her tongue. His other nipple was barely caressed, almost a tease, and then an increase in pressure. While she enjoyed his other one, with her other hand undoing his jeans if not stopped, and a soft happy tune she was humming.

He chuckled again. He watched her movement. Watched her eyes. Then he groaned quietly. He didn't stop her other hand. But he smiled at her. The hand in her hair holding her mouth in place against him.

Keeping happily at her task, her other hand gets his pants undone, "walking" her fingers into the opening, gently reaching to see what's underneath, and a soft happy chuckle when he groans. Then starting to moved down his front if he'll let her.

What she found under his pants was just him. Proportionate to the rest of him. Not a monster or anything. But still big. He closed his eyes. A low growl started in his throat when she touched him. Another shiver went through him. One hand slid down to her shoulder and brushed his fingers against her there.

With no hesitation, as he already knew well trained, she licked, sucked, and then worked him into her mouth, and throat. Taking him fully, he could feel her humming, as well as hear it softly, and working him with a very content smile. Then taking his hand and putting it on her head, looking up at him her green eyes shining up at him.

His hand went to her head easily. He looked down at her. There was always something about a woman looking up at you when they had their lips around you. He smiled at her. The vibrations of her humming sent another shiver through the big Brujah. He started to move her head with his hand. Slow at first with a gradually increasing speed. He grunted each time she took him into her throat. Soft sex noises as she worked him with her mouth.

Oddly he could feel a smile as he picked up the pace, adding her hands, to add to his enjoyment of the moment, and obviously enjoying what she was doing, hearing his reactions, sliding one finger, along the underneath seam, and still humming.

His hips started to move. His hand had picked up the pace against her head. Now his hips rose to meet her too. His moans came in sharp intervals. The hand against the back of her head tightened. Not enough to be painful. But he was definitely pushing her down onto him with more force.

She easily took his increase in intensity, (the joys of not breathing), gently racking her nails up and down his thighs. Taking him deeper she hums louder, watching him as she does so, and preparing to break off before he finishes.

He watched her intently. It was clear he was close. Very close. But his hand on her head did not let go yet. Her clearest indicator was when he let his head lean back with a long and loud moan of pure pleasure.