Watching the Waves (Teddy) - Bathtub Beach

Want to know how much of a dick I am? Those sensations that were threatening to overwhelm her had an added assault. One hand on her hip, his free hand drifted over her, and down, finding that sensitive little bundle of nerves that rested between her legs. As she rose and fell above him with those whimpers and signs of pleasure, his started to move a little more.

His hips pressed up into her, his mouth finding her throat. The hand on her hip drifted up as well, giving her nipple a sharp pinch before he gently squeezed and rolled the flesh in his hand. His fingers were brushing gently over her button, groaning in his own pleasure as he answered her. "Teddy..."

The sudden sharp intake of air was followed by another cry of passion, of pleasure, the Caitiff really not having the will or focus of mind at the moment to try and hold back, to try and keep her voice down. He felt too good, his caress and his touch and the sensations he sent through her by pressing his hips into hers the way he was doing all assaulting her senses in the most wonderful way possible.

That she was on top did in no way mean she was in control, if anything, she was at his mercy as all her body could do was react instinctively, which in turn had her hips moving with a little more strength to meet his. Her cries and moans but passionate reflections of her own pleasure and desire.

There was no hiding what he caused her to feel, no reason to want to hide it either as she arched her back and moved her head to allow his better access to her throat and neck. His kisses as if a delightful fire licking across her skin while her hands once more found that scarred strong back and traced her nails across it with a trembling touch.

It was rare, so very rare, for someone to react to him as she did. Part of him couldn't help but wonder if it was partially faked, that she somehow wanted to make sure that he felt like a man. Another part of him wondered just how much he cared if it was faked. The larger part of him said that he shouldn't worry either way, and should spend his time concentrating on making her react like that again.

Which was the option that he chose. He didn't seem to mind that her voice was rising, or that anyone who might pass by could hear. They were shielded from view, but even he had to admit... the possibility of getting caught made the whole thing that much sweeter. He groaned with each rocking of her hips, at the way he fit inside of her. So warm and snug, causing him to tremble and moan just from the feel of her. His mouth was the interesting part, though, tracing little nibbles along her throat and shoulder, one hand guiding her movements by his hand on her breast, the other circling that little bundle of nerves that felt good even to vampires... there was a lot going on, and he was determined to enjoy every single moment of it.

Regardless of what he might have been thinking, there was nothing faked about her reactions. Teddy was a poor liar to begin with, and with a touch like his there really was no need to pretend anything to begin with.

Instead, she simply allowed herself to get lost in the moment, soaking up his caress as if unable to get enough of it. His warmth, his touch and the feeling of the light nibbles of his teeth which stood in contrast to his soft lips. It all had her softly squirming in his arms, though without easing the movements of her hips as she let out a long soft moan of pleasure. The trembling growing stronger as his fingers played across that sensitive bundle of nerves each time she moved against him, each time he moved against her.
Her chest pressed into his hand by the sharp arching of her back.

She leaned into him again, manicured nails scraping lightly down the back of his neck as her lips brushed against his ear with a whisper of his name.
Soft... trembling... though with a warmth and a desire to it that couldn't be denied.

Truly, if what she was giving him was fake, then she had to be one seriously talented liar and given how honest she'd been about things up until that point? Well... maybe he shouldn't worry about it at all really.

Worry about it? No, he didn't worry. It was merely a thought that crossed his mind. Thankfully, Medwyn had been taught many things by Jamie, and as such, his stamina-fu was strong. As long as she moved so gently over him, he would be able to keep this up for quite some time.

And he had no intention of stopping. Or of even asking her to slow down. Each time their hips met, he groaned loudly, trembling in his pleasure. His back arched to her fingers, almost chasing them to feel them against his skin, those light, gentle touches that he was obviously not so used to. The scars that covered his back were the proof that he didn't feel soft touches often. His hips moved, pressing hard into her for just a moment, then it was back to the gentle rocking of his hips to match the pace that she set for them.

He took the sweet offering of her breasts, his hands gentle as he weighed her breasts with his hand, cupping and squeezing the flesh so very gently. Occasionally, he would scratch his nails over her flesh, just to give a contrast to the gentle touches, or a light pinch to her nipples ... no pattern to it, just a change from the gentle touches, since she did seem to enjoy it when he was both sweet and sharp, harsh and sensual. And he had both in spades, letting his thighs move under her, letting her feel him brushing over her own thighs when she moved.

Her fingers would trace the scars with a lightly trembling touch while they continued moving like one, soft and gentle, only occasionally pressing her nails against his skin when he'd move to press into her a little harder. A sensation which was accompanied by a tender cry each time.

Across his neck and across his shoulder and back her hands traveled, caressing and touching while feeling her own body responding to his. The sweet sensation of his hands on her skin, the contrast created by his nails, it was enough to make her moan deeply even as her own teeth touched his shoulder and neck and nipped at his skin before allowing her lips to once again brush against his ear.

His stamina was probably far better than hers, and given how long it had been since she'd last been with a man...

"M-more...." her breath was a trembling whisper, feeling her usually cold skin as if on fire as the blush grew stronger. "You feel so good..." she whimpered pleadingly, grinding her hips a little harder against his as if to let him know what she wanted, what she needed. "Please... m-more"

He would have been concentrating on the reactions of his own body, had he not been so busy being fascinated by the reaction of hers. He continued to gently manipulate her flesh, a gentle brush of his thumb against that bundle of nerves, his thighs moving to cause her to rise just a little more, only to be brought hard against him again, letting her arch and move to his hands as if she were an instrument that he played.

His sounds mingled with hers, the sounds of pleasure and joy at her reactions as well as his own pleasure were offered to the night air as proof of his enjoyment. But when she spoke, he wanted to make sure of what she meant... "More? Do you mean harder, Teddy?" His voice was a soft, growling whisper. It brushed against her ear right before he trapped her earlobe with a light scraping of his teeth. "Or do you mean something else?"

He didn't really get an answer in word as much as he got it from her reaction and the cry he stole from her when he moved harder against her, when he trapped her earlobe with his teeth and growled for her. That right there was what she wanted, what her trembling body, which was slowly tensing while that intense heat that kept building inside her, needed.
She was so close to crying out, so close to being pushed over the edge and into a state of pleasurable bliss he could probably feel it almost as strongly as she could from the way her body caressed his each time he moved against her, thrust himself inside of her.

She'd surrendered all control to him at this stage, simply writhing in pleasure and oblivious to everything but him as his touch, his scent, his sounds were all that filled her senses. Everything else forgotten and distant. He was all that existed in her world at the moment. And he was all she wanted and desired.

She reacted well to the way he thrust harder against her. It was that, above all other things, that had his hands moving from their sweet torment of her breasts and other places to rest at her hips. He gripped her there, though not hard enough to be painful. Not really. But Potence sometimes can be hard to judge.

He used the grip to pull her down onto him, at the same time his hips thrust into her, so that he could actually take her harder. She seemed to like it when he growled, so he did it again, his teeth trapping another bit of the sweet flesh that was her shoulder. He didn't bite her hard, but he did bite her, seeming to enjoy the fact that she had surrendered her control to him. And he was one to take advantage of it, without betraying the trust that was given when she did. His growling was almost constant against her, growing louder as her cries and sweet moans did, so that she could hear that she was, indeed, pleasing him well.

She didn't last long, she honestly couldn't help it. Between his caress, his heat and the shivers each hard thrust against her hips sent rushing though her, it was all just too much to keep back. The bite against her shoulder and the growling sound of his voice being what finally pushed her over the edge, causing her to suddenly tense around him as the cry of passion got caught in her throat when the first wave came crashing through her.

She trembled, the climax causing her to dig her nails into his back in a desperate need for something to hold onto as she momentarily grit her teeth and trembled hard as if trying to keep her voice down only to fail, and allowing herself instead to cry out again as she suddenly arched into him. Her lips parting as he could feel the sudden scrape of fangs across his shoulder, but no bite. She'd never bite without his permission and even now, overwhelmed and lost in a sea of fluctuating ecstasy, the Caitiff forced her willpower to the brink to stop herself from doing what her instincts had wanted her to do.

The sharp points of her fangs resting just above his shoulder as she whimpered and sobbed while riding through the waves that had her trembling in his embrace. Unable to do much but let herself be guided by his hands.

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*willpower point spent

It was the feel of her clenching at him that did it. The increased heat and intensity, the harder pace, and the fact that he could feel each glorious contraction of her muscles around him, milking him, had him in his own rush of climax. She felt it, her wrapped so snugly around him, the pulsing waves of his pleasure, the heated flood of his release, as his hands turned very gentle.

He held her hips hard against him, one of his hands running over her back and to the back of her head. There he held her, letting her rest against his shoulder as she trembled and cried out in her pleasure. He didn't seem to mind the feel of her fangs against him, either, though it was obvious that he did feel them, by his one-word command. "Drink," he growled, knowing full well what it took for a vampire to have such physical relations with one of his kind. And he would give back, not just in the rush of physical pleasure, but in the rush of the pleasure of blood that would come to both of them, should she actually follow his orders.

One word, he didn't have to ask twice, she wouldn't question or ask him if he was sure because her will was already stretched thin simply holding back. One word, and she bit into him, hard. Her sounds of pleasure muffled against his shoulder as her teeth sank into his flesh and her trembling embrace of him tightened.
The waves still crashing through her as she felt the first taste of his warm blood on the tip of her tongue, felt the warmth of his own climax as he rode through it with her.

She'd drink, but as before it was slow, very slow. The Caitiff, despite having given into the desire to bite him, not wanting to take much as she would draw no more than a mouth full from the puncture wounds. Savouring instead the sweet warm taste for all it was worth as she drew out the sensation for the both of them. Softly whimpering against his shoulder, still allowing his hands to guide their movement for a good while longer as her arms lost their strength and she grew weak and soft.

He didn't exactly grow weak or soft. In fact, when her fangs slipped into his throat, she could feel that, where they were joined, was almost instantly excited once again. Even more than before, while his hips moved gently, not quite thrusting into her so much as squirming against her in his pleasure.

His arms held her tightly against him, one hand at the back of her head and the other at the small of her back, holding her pressed tightly to him. He was drawing heat from her, or so it seemed, as his eyes closed and he moaned in ecstatic pleasure from the Kiss she had invoked.

She truly would take no more than that one precious mouth full, though feeling his reaction, she didn't ease up the bite either. Instead keeping her fangs buried in his flesh as her own hips moved slowly against his, causing her voice to turn into a moan of pure delight against his shoulder.

Her body still sensitive to every little touch and caress, still very much sensitive to the feeling of him still inside of her while her hands drifted slowly across his back in gentle caress, tracing his scars with the touch of a lover.
The heated passion once again seemingly having turned warm and gentle as she reveled in the moment. Unable to get enough of him in any way.

As long as she held the Kiss, he groaned and writhed against her. His arms still around her, he continued to hold her against him as he pressed into her in his pleasure. He felt her touching his back, part of him, a very distant part, wanting to hide them away from her. But the thought was utterly lost in the sensations she brought to him from her fangs, and what she felt there? Was something better discussed at another time.

Lost in the moment, she couldn't really say for sure how much time had passed when she gently, almost a bit reluctantly, eased her fangs from his flesh and closed the small puncture wound with the touch of a soft tongue that ensured she didn't waist a single drop of his blood.

Her arms still around him, one hand eased up the back of his neck to traced through his hair while the other continued that same gentle caress of his back while she breathed heavily despite not actually needing the air. Still not having come completely down from that oh so sweet high he'd brought her too.

"Medwyn..." his name was a warm content sigh of lingering pleasure upon her voice. "I...." no, she didn't know what to actually say after something like that.

Her hands in his hair caused him to groan, a low and throaty sound of pleasure that came as she closed the small puncture wounds in his flesh. He still trembled, still moved ever-so-slightly beneath her, pressing tightly against her as though he didn't want to lose her touch. "Yes, Teddy?" His voice was a hoarse whisper, just that quiet sound as he answered her words, though he seemed to be refusing to let her go.

"Please... take what you need..." because spent as she was, lost in a world of lingering pleasure, she wanted nothing more than to know that he'd gotten everything he desired as well.
The fingers in his hair gently playing and caressing, only to give a light tug as her lips found the side of his neck with a kiss and the wet touch of her tongue.

He made a soft sound in his throat as he felt the touch of her lips and her tongue. "Mmm... I have been." It was a quiet confession, though his hips hadn't quite stopped moving yet. He just wasn't taking her with frenzied movements. He much preferred to feel her sliding over him in this gentle way, both of them barely moving, but still in a pleasurable way. And he relished her touches, his lips finding her bare shoulder and kissing it repeatedly, soft little brushes of his lips and tongue while he moved so gently within her.

Without the touch of her lips leaving his neck, they parted in a long sweet moan. Her eyes closed as she softly pressed her body against his and breathed against his skin, a reflex she still found made itself known when she found herself so utterly and completely overwhelmed in the most wonderful way possible.

The touch of his lips on her shoulder enough to cause her to whimper under her breath as her own mouth continued to caress his flesh in return. Kissing and licking gently at his neck and throat, occasionally nipping at his skin while her hips continued to slow soft movements under his touch.

She still felt very much as if she was floating on a cloud. A cloud she had no desire to come down from as the fingers in his hair gave another light tug and the hand on his back continued that light caress of his scars.

Soon, very soon, she felt his pleasure again. Felt him swelling and pulsing within her, the release even hotter than the feel of his flesh against hers. He held her close, his head and neck arching so that she had the room to kiss and lick at his neck, him letting loose a long, pleased growl when his pleasure came.

It was slow, almost lazy in a way. Taking his pleasure from her and with her in such a way that it seemed that there was no rush. As though the sun wouldn't rise to stop them, or as though there were nothing in the world other than the two of them. And he did a damn good job of making her feel like there was no one else in the world other than just he and her, under the moonlight, by the seashore.

It had her trembling again, her body reacting to his and to the warmth of his pleasure as the moan turned to a tender whimpering when she felt herself tensing around him again. Not the frenzied overwhelming feeling as before, but slow and amazingly intense in its softness while she clung to him. Tasted his skin with the tip of her tongue and let his scent fill her senses.

There was only him, she could feel nothing else but him. The time and place completely forgotten.

Just him..

The feel of her pleasure around him caused him to shiver, to groan quietly again. In truth, there could have been an audience of hundreds and he wouldn't have known. All he could see, all he could feel and think about was her... the strange little blonde woman who seemed to want him, who seemed to crave his touch and his closeness. It was an odd reaction, he had to admit, but he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. There was just him and Teddy and the sound of the sea.

She didn't say anything, not in words anyways as she simply rested against him, sharing his warmth and savouring the intimacy and the peace that seemed to have wrapped itself around them.
A gentle hand was drawing lazy circles across his back, the other having slipped from his hair to trace down to his chest and rest above just heart so she could feel it beat.

The sound of the ocean still distant as if coming to her through a haze while she let herself linger in his arms.

With some presence of mind, he did pick up his shirt. It was bigger than she was, by a good bit, and he wrapped it around her. Shielding her back from the night air, whether she truly needed it or not. He rested his chin against the top of her head, letting her rest against him in the darkness. He sighed, a quiet sound, before he spoke quietly. "Thank you, Teddy."