Watching the Waves (Teddy) - Bathtub Beach

Scars... her touch turned soft again, tracing the criss crossing pattern with her fingertips back up before once again pressing her nails against his skin, wanting to hear that sweet sound he'd made once more.

The blond softly arched her back to move herself into his touch again, feeling another shiver rush through her body in response to his soft caress, feeling the heat in her chest and in her stomach continue to grow. The front clasp of her bra making it easy enough to remove if he so wanted to.

So kind...

So warm...

"Take me....?" because he'd said he wanted her.... and by the Heavens she wanted him.

A front-clasp bra? How long had it been since he had seen one of those? Well, to be fair, he wasn't seeing it right now. Beside the point, though, as his fingers deftly unhooked the clasp of the bra, freeing sensitive flesh to be played with by his warm, gentle fingers. Each touch seemed to be designed to incite an even higher passion, none of the harsh touches that usually accompanied someone who said that they wanted someone quite badly.

But his hands trembled. She could tell he wanted to do more, to move a little faster with her, but he held himself in check. Part of his nature dictated that he move in such a way that would bring her more pleasure, and so with great effort, that's what he did. His lips found hers, a gentle kiss and the scrape of his teeth against her lip before he moved to shift her a little better onto his lap. He was turning her toward him, so she could straddle his thighs. "How do you like best to be taken, Teddy? With a slow passion that builds, or with a hard, hot showing?"

Too long, it really had been too long since she'd been touched like that, held like that.... and it probably made itself known in the way she drew her breath with a soft whimper when his hands moved across her and made her tremble in his embrace.

She still nimbly helped move so to straddle his lap though, a flushed colour to her cheeks now as she arched her back to move herself into his hands, kissing and nipping gently at his lips as her hand cupped his cheek. The other still under his shirt, pressed against his back as she held him close.

"I want your passion Medwyn..." came the whisper, heavily breathed against his lips. "Your desire... I want your honesty in your touch and your want.... I want -you-... -you- as -you- are... as you want..."

The hand at his cheek slid around to the back of his head, closing her fingers in his hair as she moved her hips against his. He'd called her innocent before... perhaps... perhaps a part of her was, though the fire he'd ignited in her, the passion and the lust now burning in her chest and crying out for more... she couldn't deny that. She didn't want to deny it.

"Don't hold back... please just be yourself.. that's what I desire more than anything"

His head moved to the touch of her hand, part of him unable to resist the touches of the pretty blonde-haired-blue-eyed woman. It really was just enough to make him growl quietly, just enough to cause his hips to press up and against her. He did enjoy the way she moved on top of him, the way she seemed to arch into his touches and the way she seemed to crave him, his heat...

"Ah, but I wouldn't want to hurt you." It was said with no conceit at all. He truly was worried that he might hurt her or scare her. But it didn't stop the touches of his hands, running back up and over her ribcage as he brought her shirt up. Up, and if she would let him, off, exposing her porcelain skin to the night air and sea spray. "Are you prepared for that? The fact that I may, unintentionally, hurt you?"

He'd hear no protests from her, the Caitiff merely moving so to help him get the shirt off as easily as possible. Most of her tattoos, for the time being, not visible to him as they for the most part adorned her shoulders an back save for the one that continued down her upper left arm and what looked like one on the lower right side of her abdomen, still partially hidden beneath the waist of her shorts.

The sound of that low growl of his though had her biting her lip hard as she leaned into him again, resting her forehead against his with one hand still entangled in his hair while the other found his cheek again with a softly trembling touch.
"Yes..."
Just a single word. So simple... so honest...

She trusted him not to hurt her intentionally and beyond that? Well, she did ask for his passion... and she wanted it. Truly wanted it.

Now that her shirt was off, his hands went back to her shoulders. He was removing the bra from her shoulders this time, sliding it down her arms with the light brushes of his fingertips. He groaned, a quiet sound of pleasure as she gave him her assent. That was truly all that he needed. That, and the assurances that he wasn't likely to get beaten for taking her.

His hands found her back, the nails gently scraping down the flesh there, on either side of her spine. His hips moved again, pressing against her... a promise of more to come, should she truly wish his passion. But his mouth... oh, his mouth was trailing those same soft kisses down her neck and torso, his teeth finding her and scraping gently at the raised flesh of the top of her breast. It was a gentle bite, though, before his mouth found and trapped one of her nipples, his tongue lightly circling the darker flesh with the heat that was already rising between the two of them.

She arched her back at the sensation of his nails across her skin, pale soft lips parting in a sharp intake of air as her head fell back while her body pressed up against his, seeking more of his caress, more of his warmth.
The gentle fingers in his hair tightened a little when he leaned in and allowed her to feel his teeth, the hand at his cheek drifting down the side of his neck before snaking around to the back of it and in under the collar of his shirt so to press her nails to his back again and trace them slowly across his skin.

He felt amazing... truly amazing. The Caitiff realizing with a shiver of pleasure upon feeling his tongue and lips on her sensitive flesh, just how starved she'd been for such a caress, just how much she desired it... from him... Because it was because of him that she wanted it, because of him that she found herself softly writhing in pleasure in response to the sensations he brought her. Her skin still cool to the touch though everything else about her seemingly radiating a kind of warmth. Her desire and the heat he awoke her in her almost tangible sensations in of themselves as she slowly rolled her hips against his, softly moaning as her body language once again spoke of a willing surrender to him.

His hand at her back slipped farther down, both hands moving to her hips. He was helping her move, helping her to roll her hips against his. It was a slow, gentle thing, letting her feel the press of his excitement against her in such an intimate way, while his mouth continued the delicious little torment of her breast.

First one, then the other, letting her feel the cool air against her flesh when the heat of his mouth pulled away from her. He looked up at her, his own blue eyes dark with the desire that she inspired in him. The way she said that she wanted. He was letting her see it, letting little bits of it slip through his carefully measured movements. He growled again, tasting the salty sea air against her flesh, but most of all, he tasted her. His hands started to move her again, to pull her hard against him for a moment, a shiver running through the ghoul as he started to actually let himself be carried away by the sound and the scent and the taste of the woman who assured him that she wanted him.

If her words hadn't been enough to tell him just how much she wanted him, perhaps her body language would. The way she yielded to his touch, moaned in response to his caress and met his gaze with blue eyes that were heavy with desire and passion, of want, and lust.. and of trust and surrender to him, and him alone. There was nothing else, no one else, in her world at that moment, only him.

His caress continuing to steal soft, tender sounds of pleasure from her lips, making her shiver and tremble in anticipation and fueling a burning desire for more when he pulled her harder against him, when he allowed her to see what he normally kept hidden and locked away.
And that shiver, that growl... it had her melting, made her knees weak and trembling, so it was probably just as well she wasn't standing.

Yes, she wanted him, wanted the real him. And God it had her smiling when she saw it in his eyes, felt it in his touch as her own hands sought to unbutton his shirt, wanting the fabric out of the way so she could touch him, feel him.

Since she was unbuttoning his shirt, she could feel the small sheets of metal under his shirt. Dog tags, left over from his days as a soldier most likely, were hanging around his neck. He shifted, his arms moving so that she would have an easier time getting to his flesh when each button released, pausing with his arms behind her so that he could unbutton the cuffs of his shirt for her. They could get in the way.

The heated groan came from him, his hips moving to give her that same promise as before. He didn't need to tell her that he wanted her; she could feel it for herself, quite well and very pronounced beneath the material of his pants. He shivered under her hands, his mouth leaving her nipple to come up to trap her own lips once again. With his teeth, he gently scraped her lip, his tongue gently caressing hers before his kiss turned just a little more... demanding. That was the word for it, demanding that she let him enter, let him feel her and taste her, his hands raking gently down over her back one more time.

His shirt quickly shed, the under shirt was given the same swift treatment by deft fingers. The vampire wanting the fabric gone so she could feel his flesh pressed to her own, quickly moving her arms back around him the very moment she was able to.

And when his touch turned a little more demanding? It became clear from the way she welcomed it and whimpered into the kiss in response to the feeling of his hands and his nails across her skin, that she would deny him nothing.
Soft lips and gentle tongue moving to match his caress with a desire she no longer saw a reason to restrain. Slender fingers and manicured nails tracing the back of his neck and shoulders with a passionate touch that seemed to ask for more when she felt him press up against her hips again.

At that moment she was his. And she seemed to revel in that wonderful sensation.

The more she gave, the more determined he seemed to be to take. She pulled his shirts away, and she found that it was a set of dog tags that rested against his chest. His only protest would come if she tried to take them off of him, the ghoul refusing to let them leave his body. His back was covered in those same criss-crossing scars, now that she could fully feel them against his back. From the back of his neck down to the waist of his pants, the knotted scar tissue covered him.

One of his hands slipped into her hair, lifting her up just a little bit, his mouth meeting hers and not seeming willing to let go. He didn't want that kiss to end, the reaction of her just entirely too great for him to let it stop. If she rose up for him, he began to pull the rest of her offending clothing away from her, but in such a way that was almost reverent, his fingertips caressing each bit of flesh as it was revealed to him and the night air.

Oh, she wouldn't try to take the dog tags away, her fingers, at most, brushing against the metal while they travelled across his body in caress, scratched her nails lightly against his skin and traced his scars with her fingertips.

When he pulled at her hair she easily moved for him, her lips still against his as he discarded the rest of her clothing save perhaps for the thigh high stockings and the boots. Not that she'd stop him if he wanted those gone as well, though they weren't really essential to get out of the way.

The feeling of his hands stole a sweet moan as his fingers caressed each inch of exposed skin. The last tattoo, that of a mechanical heart lock set with a chain and key that resided on her lower right abdomen, becoming visible when her shorts and panties where slipped off. The blond drawing another unneeded breath without breaking away from the kiss, wanting to let that sensation linger for as long as she possibly could while allowing one hand to travel down his chest and slip down between their bodies to pull at his belt.

Part of him was letting her take this at her own pace. That is to say, he was letting her undress him as she wished to, rather than ripping at clothing or taking her without warning. Despite the passion that she incited in him, he was still a gentleman. He wouldn't betray the trust that she had put in him thus far, no matter how great his need or how hot his desire burned.

He let her settle back down onto his thighs, his hips moving now to let her pull at his belt. Helping her undress him without being demanding about it. His mouth continued to caress hers, his lips and tongue gentle against her as she continued to move above him, continued to make those sweet sounds for him. One free hand came to her hip, caressed and stroked her thigh gently. It was more of a question than a true demand... how far would she let him go? He was cautious, but he was caring about it, his fingers stopping just shy of pressing against her sex or running through the soft folds that had been hidden from him until only a few moments ago.

Her lips from his with a heated moan, trailed across his cheek and brushed against his ear with a soft plea as she whispered under her breath. Her body softly trembling with that burning feeling of desire that he kept building with his touch and his caress and which now had her arching into him while she whimpered tenderly.

"Do I have to beg...?" her lips brushed against his ear again before finding his earlobe with her front teeth and pulling gently at it. "Please Medwyn..." she'd slipped her arms around him again now that she'd managed to move his clothes out of the way, manicured nails once again pressed against his back and his neck while her lips traveled down the side of it.
"I need you..." her words, her body, her touch, leaving no doubt about that simple fact even as her teeth found purchase at the corner of his neck with a slightly sharp bite to muffle her own whimper upon feeling his fingers so close.

His head fell back with a long, pleased groan as he felt her teeth against his earlobe. His back arched, pressing against her torso, arching back to press against the fingers that were so gently running over his back. His eyes were closed and he shivered, his body answering each movement of hers with the same heat, the same passion, that she showed him. He moved fully to her, to let her push his clothing fully out of the way.

"Teddy..." It was barely more than a whisper as his fingers finally found her, pressing against her and letting her move in whatever way she wished to feel him a little better. Just the gentle pressure of his fingers against her sex, letting her move her hips how she wished. "You don't have to beg..." His words were little more than a heated whisper against the flesh of her shoulder. He mirrored her bite, though his was a little more gentle, at her throat. "Just take what you want...."

It had her instinctively arching her back, that intimate touch and the sensation of his teeth at her throat which drew a tender sound of passion from her lips as they broke from the side of his neck with a trembling touch. A soft hand dancing across his neck and shoulders before drifting down between their bodies so to allow the touch of gentle fingers to find him while she moved her hips slowly into his hand. Almost begging, simply through her sounds and touch, for more, as nimble fingers caressed and teased with a slightly cool touch that still held the heat of desire.

"I'm..." the blond whimpered again as the rolling motion of her hips had his hand brushing across her sensitive folds. "I'm not used to taking..." she whispered with a warm blush to her cheeks, letting her other hand trace up the back of his neck to close her fingers in his hair. "It's been so long..." much too long..

That seemed to stun him. He wasn't upset by any stretch, but it meant that he wanted to be sure of more than just a few things, before he did proceed. He couldn't help arching into her hands, though, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "You have done this before, haven't you? As a human or as a Kindred?"

"Yes... I'm not that innocent..." truly not that innocent. She just wasn't used to taking, and it truly had been too long since anyone had held her like he now did. "It's just been a while... a long while..." the blond whispered without easing her caress when she felt him arch into her touch. Her lips once again seeking his as the hand in his hair gave a light tug while her body arched into his, wanting so very much to feel more of him.

He kissed her, again and again. Soft and slow, languid kisses that were meant to keep the heat between them rather than demanding or taking from her. His hands, though, moved so that they could settle on her hips. His eyes, though, stayed open. He wanted to be conscious of her, of her reactions and the way she felt, when he started to move her. He wasn't taking her, exactly, but guiding her. And he was oh-so-gentle with it, since, if it had truly been that long, it would be a bit of a shock to have someone inside of her again... especially someone like Medwyn, who carried still the heat of mortality and wasn't by any stretch of the imagination, small or even average. We're not talking elephant-sized, but he had a good bit of girth and length for her to take.

Bright blue eyes briefly flashed open when she felt him, the hand in his hair tightening as the other found his shoulder and pressed her nails against his skin as she clutched at it. Her lips parting in a soft cry as her eyes drifted half way shut, finding that she had to focus not to give into the desire to lean her head back and simply close her eyes.

She wanted to see him, wanted to let him know just how good he felt as the trembling touch of her hands held him to her while her body more than welcomed the sensation of joining with his, her hips even slowly moving under his guidance to help take all of him.
A hint of colour now to her otherwise pale skin as her blood was willed, perhaps subconsciously so, to heat so that she would feel warmer for him. A lingering blush across her cheeks while parted lips drew in a sharp breath of unneeded air.

His hands at her hips was helping her. Guiding himself inside of her, but moving her gently, letting her rock her hips. Letting her take him slowly, little by little, with each gentle rocking of her hips against him. His lips parted, letting her hear his groans of pleasure with each movement... but it was more than that. So much more than that.

He shivered to feel her hands in his hair. Shivered again just from the look on her face and the sounds that she made. He was letting her set the pace for him, only with great effort keeping his hips from pressing upward, thrusting himself into her. But he did exert his will, keeping himself still and steady for her, so as to not overwhelm her. There would be a time for overwhelming her... and it wasn't quite time for that.

First when her hips met his, when her body had embraced his, first then did she allow her eyes to close. Her head falling back with a soft tender cry of pleasure as she arched her back to press her chest against his, to feel the heat of his warm skin as she needed a moment, just a moment, to simply feel him.

It had been much too long since last time. Though there was no doubt as to the reaction he incited in her. The way it sent a shiver through her body and caused her to lightly tremble in his arms for a moment telling him, well, everything really... as the warmth in her chest flared with an ever stronger intensity that felt as if it was trying to overwhelm her senses.

"Medwyn..." his name passed her lips in a low whimper of desire as she leaned into him, brushed her lips across his cheek and pressed them softly to his shoulder as the hand that had rested there traced down his chest with the light scratch of nails across his skin.
Her hips slowly, gently, starting to move against him with a rolling motion, causing her lips to once again part in a gasp against his shoulder as it sent another shiver rushing through her, her eyes closed tight.

Once she had fully taken him within herself, he held her there. He was not only giving her a moment, but giving himself one as well. A tremor ran through him, a long, pleased moan coming from his lips as he held her there, feeling her enveloping him. He turned his head, letting the soft kisses that trailed over her throat be the testament to his pleasure... he was letting himself calm a little.

She started to roll her hips against him and he groaned for her, groaned her name. "Teddy..." In those same husky tones of desire that escaped him, his back arching to her fingers as his hips started to move in time with hers. He wanted her, she could feel just how much by the way he moved within her.

"Oh G..." her voice turned to a soft whimper before the words could truly escape her. Her hips continuing those slow rolling motions under his guidance as her lips would part in a soft sound of pleasure every time her hips met his.
The Caitiff's clinging to him as for her life, gasping every time her pulled back and moaning once more as she felt him move inside her again.

She was trembling, too many sensations wanting to overwhelm her senses as her lips brushed against his ear with another soft cry of passion while the hand still entangled in his hair pulled lightly with a shivering touch. The one trapped between their bodies pressing its fingernails against his chest, leaving faint red marks in their wake as they eased across his skin.