Christmas eve at the little workshop (open) - Creator's Workshop

He smiled as she whispered his name. She was letting him just be him. It meant so much, more than she would ever understand... even if he explained it to her. He leaned back, just enough to look at her, to rub his nose against hers, to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. His fingers didn't pause, though, sliding along her and feeling the silken warmth and heat of her in a slow, steady rhythm. His thumb moved too, brushing lightly over that bundle of nerves that was usually so sensitive. "Anything you wish, princess."

She couldn't really do much but whimper and moan in response to his touch, continuing to softly squirm in his arms as the pleasure of his touch had the warmth in her building again. The light touches of his thumb causing her to gasp and tremble in between the gentle lingering sounds of pleasure and heat.

Perhaps she could never truly understand, although, the simple fact that he allowed himself to just be himself around her? That meant more to her than she could hope to tell him. Because she needed that honesty, she truly did.

His fingers inside of her continued to move softly. His thumb, too, moved around her gently, brushing against her. He held her, at least, his arm was around her. Then he spoke, so quietly, so very softly. "Turn around the other way, Teddy. I want to taste you."

Moving was... easier said than done when he was still touching her the way he was, distracting her really when she tried to make her body listen to her. Though she did slowly move, gently, liquidly really as her dexterity was still worth something even if she whimpered softly again and stole another light kiss from his lips with a whisper.
"Don't be a dream..."

He was careful with it. Careful, but he was able to keep his fingers moving in that same steady pace, sliding against her and in and out of her gently as she moved. "Not a dream," he whispered, his smile coming gently to his face. He was moving with her, though, letting her move as carefully and comfortably as she wanted to. "I'm real. And I want you."

"Promise...?" she whimpered softly, opening her eyes slowly to gaze up at him as she leaned back. The touch of her fingers drifting across his lips even as she bit down on her own to muffle another tender sound brought on by his caress.

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He smiled at her, kissing the tips of her fingers as they brushed over his lips. He watched her, letting his fingers turn and look for a certain spot within her, a spot that felt, just a little bit, different. "I promise. You have my word."

It caused her eyes to drift shut again as her head fell back with a moan, her fingers slipping away from his lips to allow her hand to rest on his chest while her back arched and the moan turned to a whimper while she lifted her free hand to her lips as if in need for something to bite down on.

Gently, so very gently, he pulled her hand away from her mouth. He wanted to hear her, wanted to feel her shivering and hear the sounds that he could cause her to make. With a gentle touch, not quite hesitant, but still an almost experimental touch, his head bent. It lowered, so that he could brush his tongue over her, through the soft folds, though his fingers didn't stop their gentle exploration inside of her.

He might have noticed a small faded scar on the inside of her right thigh, two small puncture wounds as if those left by a vampire's fangs. It wasn't that she didn't have other scars, most people had a few though small and insignificant, like the lighter coloured patch on a knee, from having skinned it while a kid or a mark on a hand as if from having picked up something too hot in the kitchen once. The simple little nicks and scratched left by simply having lived.
But the bite mark was somewhat different simply because of its nature.

When he pulled her hand away she didn't protest even if her fingers flexed, even if she for a moment bit down on her lip. That didn't last long though, as at the first feeling of his tongue her lips parted in a gasp that soon turned to a tender little sighed sound of complete and utter pleasure. A rush of heat from his touch moving through her as her free hand closed in his hair.

He had no intention of telling her, of letting her know, how much her grabbing his hair and tugging meant to him. How good it felt, to be held in place. Either here, at her sex, farther up, at her breasts, or even higher, when she held him there in a kiss or above him when he was inside of her. His secret. One he wasn't going to share. Not yet.

The soft hum of pleasure did start, though. Way down deep in his chest, traveling slowly up to his throat and finally, through his lips. His fingers, still inside of her, continued their slow, gentle teaing of her. But it was almost a sharp contrast, the way his tongue circled her much faster, starting to flutter lightly against her, his lips pressing to her skin so that he could gently suck her into his mouth.

The hand he'd captured pulled lightly against his hold, not so much to break free though as in reaction to his caress as it already had her softly squirming and trembling. Her fingers still entwined in his hair giving another light tug as she arched her body into his touch and his mouth with a shallow gasp for air, one which was followed by a soft cry when his tongue fluttered against her and caused her to try and dig her toes into the fabric of the sofa she was laying on.

She reacted so strongly. He couldn't quite get over that, the way that she reacted strongly to every single touch. Each caress. Each brush of mouth and hands against her. She reacted, and that meant more to him than any amount of silver or gold. It made him feel... powerful. Not only did she make him feel like a man, she made him feel powerful. Even he had to admit, as a ghoul, it was an incredibly good feeling.

His mouth continued to cover her, to scrape his teeth along her sex in very, very light little bites. Sucking her into his mouth so that his tongue could play, could make that little sensitive place even more sensitive. His fingers moved, too, turning so that he could brush against that spot within her that felt just a little different. A little bumpy, a little rough, that he had no trouble finding... at all. That's right... Pimp Daddy G knows where the G spot is. It's how he got his nickname.

His name escaped her in a tender cry that simply faded into pleading little whimpers upon her lips. Her eyes closed tight as her squirming grew more pronounced and the hand in his hair gave another trembling tug. The other pulling against his hold again, flexing her fingers in need and want of something to hold onto while she turned her head this way and that with rapidly increasing gasps that had her chest rising and falling.

What he was doing to her, giving her, was something she hadn't felt in a long time and she couldn't help the way it had her reacting. The way it had her whimpering and begging for more through her body language and through her touch.

He started to groan against her. The taste of her, somehow sweet and not sweet at the same time, made him groan and almost beg of his own right. He held her in his mouth, his fingers sliding away so that he could brush that little spot within her. His teeth scraped over her lightly, his tongue fluttering quickly over that sensitive little button again. He pulled away, just for a moment. Just long enough to speak. "Oh, God, Teddy... you taste so good..."

Then his mouth was on her again, almost as if with a renewed vigor.

The subsequent cry got caught in her throat as she bit down hard on her lip, her body tensing up, trembling as it lingered on the brink of a release that was so close, so very close now. Her back arched into an almost painful angle as she pleaded under her breath, even while continuing to move herself into his touch.
"I need you...."
Not that she truly wanted him to stop, but she did need him, so badly. Needed to feel his arms around her, needed to feel him.

"You... have... me..." It was a low growl against her as he scraped his teeth over her, a little bit of a sharper bite, as if to prove the validity of his words. He loved the way she reacted, and the more she reacted, the more he tormented her. His tongue fluttering over her, two of his fingers buried inside of her and brushing against that spot that he easily found. His other hand, though? That one moved up, sliding over her stomach. To press her hips down, into the sofa. To force her to be still and really just... take it.

She wasn't really in a position or in a state of mind to object, though her free hand did find his to press her fingers against the back of it as all she could do now was whimper as gasp in return for his caress. The soft tremble almost constant now, the shallow, rapid gasps telling him that she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.
"I-I... I'm... Oh God I'm gonna..."

He could guess the answer, the rest of her sentence. But his mouth was busy, so he didn't speak. Instead, his fingers started to move a little bit faster inside of her, His tongue continued to flutter against her, the hand at her stomach pressing her down, holding her still for him. The only change? His eyes opened, turning his blue gaze up to her, toward her face, so he could watch her as she moaned and writhed.

In contrast, her eyes were closed tight as her body revealed beyond any doubt what his touch did to her. The moan as her head fell back, her parted lips that revealed the sight of her fangs that she hadn't even realized had dropped, the lingering sound of pleasure that sounded from her throat while her body clenched down on his fingers when the sudden waves rushed through her.
And her hips.. that tried to squirm and writhe but unable to do so because he was holding her down and restricting her movements, a feeling that only seemed to add to the intensity as she rode through the waves, completely oblivious to anything else.

Which was why he did it. He held her down, though as he felt her tightening on him. He didn't ease up at all. If anything, he pressed harder, his fingers moving faster. He wasn't ready to let her pleasure fade yet, his eyes locked on her face and drinking in the look of her. He loved it when she reacted to him like this, her moans and the look on her face when she found her pleasure enough to cause him to start growling again, humming in pleasure.

Oh that was just too much... the moan turning to a trembling cry as his caress kept her riding on those waves of pleasure. Her senses overwhelmed and lost to the moment, as any shred of control she might've had left was surrendered to him without question. The little blond Caitiff unable to do anything but accept every new rush of pleasure as it pulsed through her, brought on by his caress.
Still instinctively trying to write and squirm as she whimpered and cried out.

With a measured, steady stroke of his fingers, he started to slow. Not slowing so much that he stopped immediately, and not even slowing far enough to make the pleasure fade. No, he was tapering his movements off, slowly, a little bit at a time. Giving her the time to come down slowly, so that she could continue riding the waves as they started to fade. And all the while, he watched her. A slow smile was starting on his face, the hand holding her down starting to gently caress her belly.

And as he slowed, let her pleasure linger though the intensity fade slowly, ever so slowly, her body relaxed. The cry finally fading from her lips as she drew a trembling breath and instead was left softly whimper as she bit down gently on her lower lip. The hand that up until then had gripped his hair fairly tight relaxing again so to slowly ease her fingers through it instead while her body was finally allowed to move, even if all she wanted to do was move her hips slowly and gently against him in a rolling motion. Her other hand drifting away from his, tracing slowly up her torso and her throat to rest her fingers against her lips.
"Heavens Medwyn...."

His mouth came away from her, though is tongue gave her a long, gentle brush of his tongue along the length of her. With a gentle, caring touch, he pulled his fingers out of her. That hand, though? It ran warmly over her thighs, his head lifting up just enough so that he could see her, smile at her. Watch the hand that raveled up her torso, over her throat and to her mouth. He let her movements draw his attention, the smile playing around his lips. "Yes, Teddy?"