In a boat (teagan) - Bathtub Beach

They tumbled to the deck and he growled as suddenly his lips were locked with hers. He could feel her hungry body against his, pert and wanting his attention. And how could he be anything but generous with that.

As they hit the deck he spun to come out of top, even as her pants went to the side. He moved against her with a renewed vigor, his hands moving to her back back, sharp nail and brutal hands pulling her to him. And yet, the actions were not frenzied. He touched all the right places and seemed to know a woman's body better than any man should.

She moaned contentedly beneath his hands and body. The feel of the deck beneath her flesh, her pants gone, her shoes discarded with her pants. One leg came up to wrap around his waist, pressing him closer to her center, she rocked her hips forward teasing him through his pants.

Opening beneath him to his brutality as much as to the pleasure he was giving her, she arched her back off the deck pressing harder against him. Her arms wound around him, one around his neck holding his lips close to hers, the other around his back so that she could slowly run her fingers across his muscles there. Soft cold finger tips replaced by a hot trail of fingernails across his flesh. She nipped at his lips pulling back for an unneeded breath, her chest rose and fell with her eagerness.

Softness? She was giving him softness? He was unsure what this meant. Had she given up? Was she conceding his dominance? He had no idea but he accepted it with a ferocity that her own meekness only made more real.

Between deep breaths and growls, His mouth met her playful nips with ones of his own, less playful than sensual. She arched into him and one hand went behind her pulling her against him followed shortly by him pushing her body hard against the deck as he let her know just how strongly she had his attention.

Only after he hears a reaction from her does he move his hand from behind her to start to work at his own zipper.

She growled, a low rumbling through her chest as he moved harder against her, her soft caress in a flash turned into hard nails scratching down his back. Again she attempted to roll them to gain the upper hand, if he wanted her to concede to his dominance he was trying to sleep with the wrong Gangrel. Teagan even in loosing didn't know how to back down from a challenge. He was literally going to have to take her, though in all her fighting, it was obvious that she wanted him, and badly.

He was stronger then her however, and she might just be at his mercy, the way she wanted it if truth be told. Teagan just didn't have a meek bone in her body, well maybe one.

Interestingly, it turned out Estaban only had one ferocious bone in his body, and he was thinking with it at the moment. She tried to turn him and one leg moved out to block that. Unfortunately, he had already started to pull down his parts, restricting his movement and round they went.

It was an interesting battle, two people both seeking the same thing, by dominating as they each pleased each other. He as more than will to give her exactly what she wanted, both in him and in his taking her. Though for one breif moment, she seemed to be on top.

Her hands went to his shoulders slamming him against the deck as she roughly pressed his head trip the side her lips seeking his neck. Her fangs found purchase there for half a second before releasing his flesh with a tortured growl. She was fighting her own urges to press her fangs into hus flesh and drink from him. Instead her lips fell to his chest where she began licking and nibbling a trail further south.

He let out a wash of air as he hit the deck, more from habit than need. When her fang found flesh, though he went still for the slightest period of time, waiting to feel the wash of pleasure, he smiled...like he had won. It mellowed out thought and went away when she back off.

He caught his breath as she kissed and nibbled, one hand taking a rather strong grip of her hair at the back of her head. He arched a little under her, but let her continue her journey.

She worked her way slowly down his body, assisting him in removing his pants. Kicking them to the side as she placed herself between his thighs. Looking at him up the line of his body she ran her fingernails down his inner thigh. Then she slowly lowered her lips to take him into her mouth. Just the tip at first, her hands worked the base with a grip that bordered on painful. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she nipped gently.

His eyes watched hers. It was a weakness that every man had, that when a woman took that position he let her, though this had been a battle. to hold some sort of control, he still grasped her hair, holding and waiting till he needed to remind her who was in control.

His thighs parted for her and as her lips touched him he sighed softly. That turned into a deep breath as she nipped him and his hips moved just enough to push him toward her. God, he needed something to grab with the other hand.

Sensing a change in his attitude toward her attentions this spurns her on. She knew that she held the upper hand, in her hand, between her lips.

Removing her hand from the base of his member she sweeps her mouth down the length of him till her lips meet with its base. Sucking harder and harder, moving her mouth up and down, base to tip and back again. The entire time her eyes watching his reactions. She nips roughly nibbling along his length pushing him further and harder.

His eyes closed as the intense sensation flooded his body. If she didn't have the upper hand before, she did now. He arched up into her mouth, a moan coming from him. It was only when she started to use teeth that he was able to open his eyes. His teeth gritted and he looked at her.

He pulled her hair hard, enough to hurt a little and licked his lips.

"Oh no, darling. Not yet. Much too early for teeth."

Her tongue swept along his member as she pulled him deeply into her throat before slowly allowing him to slip from between her lips. One hand resumed running along his member in long slow strokes, firmly gripped in her hand. A sigh of pleasure rolls from her lips his hand clenched firmly in her hair she pulls against his hand inhaling sharply as she inflicts mild pain upon herself. A low growl eminates from her as she rubs herself gently back and forth between his thighs, "Don't you like it?" she asked lowering her lips back to his member, offering a long slow lick, as her hand continues to move.

The lick made him shiver, moan and he gripped her hair a little harder. His Head arched back a little more and he worked to catch his breathe.

"Not especially. At first a man is much too sensitive. 5 minutes in or after sufficient rubbing he becomes less sensitive and then teeth are good, even desirable. What I could show you..."

She laughs softly again as though something he has said is funny. Though something dark flits through her gaze, something violent that darkens her amber colored eyes.

Her tongue swirls around the tip of his member, "And what would you like to show me?" she asked before lowering her mouth to him once more. This time her efforts are slower, teasing.

He groaned at the use of he tongue. As she lowered her mouth he encouraged it, drawing her closer to him.

"Oh, I could show you how to please man or woman so much better, how to enjoy yourself, so much."

His other hand scraped against her back, his nails leaving little marks.

With a moan as his nails moved across her back she lifts her lips from him, her eyes move over his body once more.

"Hmm." she said arching a brow as she lifted herself up slightly.

He smiled hearing her pleasure. The body always gave one away. A person might not even realize it. She rose up just a little and he pulled her harder up toward him, using the grip on her head, pulling her mouth toward his...till he got her up far enough and tried to roll her on her back.

A breath went out of her as he pulled her further up his body using his hold on her hair. She hissed at the pain, but bit her lip indicating she enjoyed it none the less. Her eyes open looking into his gaze, her body was pressed firmly against his.

Her lips found his, and she rolled with him, tasting him, as she rubbed her body against his. Pulling her lips from his she nuzzled his neck, kissing along the line of his jaw till she reached his throat, she nipped playfully at his ear, then with her tongue traced a line there from just below his ear to the major artery. Tasting his pulse just below the skins surface, she growled ever so softly.

"Pretty peacock has a pretty tongue when it comes to words," she whispered right next to his ear, "But he has yet to really show me that it is good for anything other then talking."

He chuckled as he nibbled at her chin all while she growled in his ear. He pushed her head to the side gently, and nibbled downward, teasing her throat and her shoulder, nipping at one of her nipples and flicking it playfully with his tongue before lightly scraping the bottom of her breast with his teeth.

"Well, you have have the word correct. You tease to get me to me between your legs? You catch more pleasure with honeyed words than challenges kitten."

He sucked in a little of the skin on her belly, sucking at it hard enough to leave a bruise on any human before continuing down, soft touches of his hand running down the inside of her thighs and parting them for him.

"Mmmm" is all she managed for a moment as he teased at leaving marks upon her.

"What honey would you like to hear? How wonderful that feels? Your tongue teasing along my flesh? Perhaps whimpers and pleading for you to take me?" she teased playfully just before his hands parted her thighs.

With that her hips rose up as her back arched off the deck, reacting to his movements. Her words seemed to be lost to her.

He chuckled as his mouth worked lower and lower. He kissed along her stomach and then down lower, to the soft skin below her waist. His hands continued to stroke up and down her thighs, playing across the soft skin, his nails occasionally leaving sharp little lines, when his soft fingers were not touching.

"Thats better, you speak too much."

And his mouth went lower, kissing softly till he touched the skin between her leg n torso, licking across the skin, all the way down to the center of her.

Which was odd really, why did he irk her so much and incite her to talk, she shrugged the thought away.

She allowed him to please her, at least that was her thoughts on the matter as he kissed lower and lower. His was a position of subservience, not dominance.

A growl ripped out of her as he found her center her lithe muscles convulsed as she moaned softly every thing clenched holding tightly.

He smiled as he knew he was getting to her. They played different games. She saw dominance in who pleased who. He saw it in who controlled who. And right now he was controlling her, with his words and with his touches.

He hummed lightly as his lips and tongue touched her, played with her. His hands stroked her thighs and legs, her hips and waist, moving around the heart of her. His mouth he used to great advantage, kissing and nibbling all the soft skin around that one point, sicking on skin, sucking on her, his tongue licking and flicking. There was one thing for certain, he knew what he was doing.

Her hips rocked forward to meet his mouth against her. Moaning softly she was in pleasure, but not reacting as strongly as she should perhaps have been. Not reacting to the simple pleasure, as much as she had to his roughness earlier. It soon became obvious that if he wanted to send her over that edge it would take more then soft caresses.

He caught on to the difference quickly. He had dealt with such people before, more tan a few times. and he knew exactly how to handle such preferences. She was in for a surprise.

Suddenly he bit her. It wasn't a hard bite and now skin was broken but she could definitely feel sharp fangs not just regular teeth against the soft fold of skin down below, His teeth scraped at the little mound, so sharp and harp against her skin. At the same time his hands that had been playing against with her legs pushed them down hard, spreading her wider, his fingers digging into her skin. A little growl came from him even as his bodies attitude changed. She wanted rough, he could do rough. even like this.