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

"Show me," he whispered. His hands moved again, this time sliding up her back, to slide beneath the tank top she wore. He was using the brush of his hands to remove the small article of clothing. His hands trembled, whether he meant for them to or not. She just inspired that reaction from him, his hands warm and smooth against her as they caressed her ribs, urging her to lift her arms so he could remove the shirt without anything to impede him. His own chest was bare, his mouth soft and warm as his tongue teased her lips. A soft kiss, not demanding at all. Wanting, needing to be shown that she did want him, truly wanted him.

Both of them were, in reality, were more than a little broken. If only because they needed this, they needed so much to feel wanted, needed...cared for.

So what if they were a little broken, or perhaps more than a little broken? There were worse things to desire than to be wanted, needed, cared for. Things the blond wanted very to have, and which she loved to share with him.
Her arms moving so he could pull the white tank top up and off before moving her arms around him again, brushing her hands up his chest and across his shoulders before arching into him, to feel her bare chest pressed against his while soft hands traveled up the sides of his neck to cup his face.
Her lips soft and gentle against his as she tasted him with a low lingering sigh of pleasure and a smile as she pulled him to her, pressed her chest against his and whispered under her breath.
"Gladly..."

Teddy kissed him again, let the sensation linger before gently, with those same soft touches, urging him to lean his head back so her lips could travel from his lips along his jaw and down his neck and throat. The touch of her tongue brushing against his skin from between parted lips. One hand following that trail of caress with light fingertips, lingering at his collarbone before tracing the length of it to his shoulder again. A light nip of her teeth in contrast to the oh so gentle touches, her breath slightly cool against his warm skin as her lips continued that sweet path of caress from his throat and along one shoulder while the hand at his cheek slid back to the back of his head to grasp a fist full of his hair.

It wasn't difficult to get him to move at the urging of her hands. In fact, he was putty in her hands. His own touches were strong, the hands that encircled her waist were strong. The strength bled through, no matter how gentle his touches might be. The sigh of pleasure that came from his throat as she tilted his head back was just short of a moan.

The feel of her lips and tongue against him had him shivering. Feeling her as she moved above him and against him, the way he could catch the scent of her when she moved at certain angles had him biting his lip in pleasure. "Teddy..." It was a tortured whisper from his throat, because she could once again feel him answering her with his body, the way his excitement grew just from feeling her touching him. Some nights, it was good to be a mortal.

But it was torturous as well, the way he wanted her. The deep, throbbing ache inside of him that made him exert his will over himself, to keep himself from ripping at her remaining clothing and taking her strong and hard. Right here, right now. He didn't want the torture to end, though, as it was the sweetest torture and torment that he could think of, that he would ever experience. "I want you..." was the hoarse whisper from the ghoul. He licked his lips, his fingers tightening against her hips as he pressed her hips against his. His eyes drifted closed when her hands found his hair and tugged, all of it rising into that hot, burning fire of need within him.

She loved it. The way he reacted to her touch, the way it made her feel that he reacted the way he did. Making him sigh and moan was as pleasurable to her as when did so to her, and so the touch of her lips slowly traced back to the corner of his neck with a light nip of her teeth between the gentle touches.
"I'm yours, Medwyn..." the blond whispered, moving her hips with a softly rolling motion against his, causing a soft whimper to escape her as she felt him pressing against her. Soft lips against his ear, those panties the only piece of fabric on her as she whispered again. Her nails gently pressing against his chest, the other hand still caught in his hair.
"Won't you take me..? Show me I'm yours.."
Teddy bit her lip with a bit of a blush. "You wanted to do that earlier... didn't you...?"
Maybe a bit of his thoughts had bled through in the way he'd looked at her?

There was no warning for it. One minute, she was straddling his lap and teasing his throat with the brush of her lips and tongue and teeth, the next, she was facing the entirely different direction. She was staring at the table as he picked her up, bodily, and turned her so that she was slightly bent over the table.

"You sure you want me to take you?" he asked, one hand sliding over her bare legs and using his touches to force her thighs apart. Strangely enough, his movements weren't rough. they were pretty gentle, all things considered. His hand reached up to grip her sex, his hot palm pressing against her as his hand started to roll lightly against her. "You can stop me, you know..."

Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed with sudden heat. And as for her answer? The soft sound that got caught in her throat was probably more than enough answer as she closed her eyes tight, felt her knees tremble as a shiver rushed through her and caused her to bite down on her lip.

Stop him?

The blond's body yielded to his touches, her legs parting even as her hands sought the table for something to support herself on.

As if she would stop him...

And yet, he was gentle. He didn't tear the panties off of her. He started to slowly peel them away. He wasn't even holding her down... she could move and get up if she wanted to. His hands slipped the panties over the swell of her hips and gently down her thighs. His breath was hot and sweet against her flesh as he stayed, quite comfortably sitting, in his chair.

He was presented by quite the lovely sight. She felt his hands leave her, and soon after, the sound of rustling fabric. Like he might have been taking his pants off. But she felt him behind her, oh so close. His hot breath caressed her thighs once more, before she felt the heat of his tongue against her sex, running the length of her and tasting her with the warm heat that was his mouth.

Oh... oh he honestly thought she'd be able to keep standing while he did that to her? Dear God, that was going to take a fair bit of willpower considering that first hot brush of his tongue caused her knees to tremble as her lips parted in a tender sound of pleasure. The blond's fingers pressing against the table surface that was no doubt going to be needed if he wanted her to keep standing.

"Medwyn..." she breathed his name with a soft tremble before biting down hard on her lip.

It felt so good...

She had the table to hold on to! He wasn't cruel!

His tongue pressed against her, tasting her slowly. Almost lazily. His mouth full, his hands running up and over her thighs, he let his eyes close. He shivered behind her, but he did have the presence of mind to pause for just a moment..."Yes, Teddy?" And there he went again, barely giving her more than a moment. His hands slipped upward, helping to hold her up as well, while his tongue continued to play.

It drew a soft cry from her lips, and in all honesty, that was about as much of an answer as she was able to give him as her toes curled and her fingers pressed against the table again. Her mind already lost in that sweet caress he was giving her, her body wanting to lean forward a little more as her elbows seemed to follow suit with her knees. Weak knees.. really weak knees...

He didn't mind weak knees. In fact, he seemed determined to make them weaker. His tongue pressed inside of her, one of his hands coming up so that his thumb could start to play as well. To circle that little bundle of nerves as he had her bent over so nicely there. But when it seemed like she might even fall...

...his hands reached for her hips, so he could pull her backward. Slowly starting to lower her hips while she faced away from him. So he could take her this way, too. it wasn't that he didn't want to see her. Oh, he really wished that he could. It was just a different feel, a different angle, and he wanted to feel her from this angle as well.

Oh, sure enough, the more he kept giving her, the weaker those trembling knees became until he really did have to hold her or risk her falling. And as his hands found her hips, her hands found his, pressing her fingers gently against the back of them as she let herself move to his touch, follow his lead. Which meant that as he lowered her hips, as she knew what was coming, her back arched and another shiver rushed through her.
A soft sudden intake of air turning to a low moan as she felt him. Felt his warmth.

He was still gentle with her. One hand moved, to hold himself steady. The other stayed on her hip, to guide her over him. He moaned softly as he felt her sliding down over him, as he felt himself starting to enter her. The arched back, the moan from her lips, caused him to shiver. When she was in the proper position, he let go of himself, hands sliding up and over her hips to her belly. And higher, his fingers gently closing over her breasts to use them to help guide her. As he started to enter her, though, he stopped pulling her down or pulling her against him. "Your pace, Teddy. Whatever is comfortable." The joys of a man who realized that being big was not always a good thing.

Her hands on his with a light touch, even as they moved over her body, the blond bit her lip softly and slowly, gently moved at such a pace as to allow her body to well, quite frankly, adjust to the feel of him with soft low whimpers under her breath. It had her shivering though, as her hips moved slowly, moved gently, until her hips could finally rest back against him. Her lips parting in a warm moan when she felt it, felt him inside of her while she leaned back against him. One hand moving from his to reach back to brush her fingers through his hair, her head leaning back as another shiver rushed through her.
The Caitiff allowing herself a moment to simply feel him, to simply be one with him as her fingers in his hair gave a light tug in response to her own pleasure.

He turned his head for her. He was letting her tug his hair, but he was turning his head to bring his mouth to hers. He wanted to kiss her, once she had taken him fully inside of her. His hands were busy, too, reaching up to cup and weigh her breasts, gently kneading the sweet flesh with a gentle, slow rhythm. He was true to his word, though; he was letting her set the pace for them. He was happy to be inside of her, more than happy to let her take all the time she might need.

The touch of his lips was welcome with a moan of desire as gentle lips sought his in caress. Her body warming for him, out of instinct as much as out of desire to please him in every way she could. Her tongue softly brushing against his and against his lips as she slowly started to move her hips in a gentle rolling motion, taking her time it would seem, wanting to feel every moment, every sensation, as she moved against him slowly. The blond's back arching again to move her chest into the touch of his hands, while her own drifted from his hair to linger against his cheek with a low whisper between the sweet sounds of pleasure the sensation of his touch and his body kept drawing from her.
"So good... you feel so ah... good..."

His lips pulled away from hers, but only so he could brush them over her shoulder and throat, little caresses and nibbles of his lips against her. One hand slid back down, over her stomach. When they came to her thighs, they urged them to open a little more, so that she fully straddled his lap with her back against his chest. "So do you, Teddy... so very good..." It was a heated whisper against her ear, his lips worrying the lobe before his teeth scraped against her. Each and every movement slow and deliberate, as he let her move how she wished.

A long moan, that started in her chest before it reached her lips, could be heard as the combination of his caress, of his hands, and of his lips and tongue and teeth, had her softly trembling in pleasure just from those gentle gesture. Just from those sweet touches, she could feel her body reacting, wanting more, wanting it to last for as long a she possibly could as she continued the slowly rolling movements of her hips. Pressing her back against his chest each time, to feel his heat and to feel him close, while she continued to moan and sigh as she bit her lip and turned her head so he could get better access of her neck and shoulder.

She loved it when he held her. She loved it when he touched her and kissed her. And it showed.
He could probably feel it too in the way she let her feelings be known as she reacted to his touches, in the way her body kept caressing his in return even if her hands couldn't truly touch him the way she wanted to. It was a little frustrating, but so good at the same time that frustration was easily forgotten in favour of the pleasure he brought her.

He delighted in her, and it showed. The way her body moved over his, the way he moved to arch and press into her. Not just with his hips. No, his back was arching as well, his hands roaming over the sweet, pale flesh that was above him. He moaned for her; the sweet sound reached her ears almost like a growl, deep in his throat. It was a good sound, one of pleasure and it was all for her.

All for her. All of him. He wasn't even sure when that had changed for him. Wasn't sure when it had become that the little blonde who rode him now became the woman in his life. He wasn't even sure if he cared, really, as he held her, helped her to move. Kindred didn't get tired, but if he could assist her movements, could bring her more pleasure with a touch or caress or press of his muscles, he would do exactly that.

His head turned to kiss her again, soft and tender, as was his sighs of pleasure. As he pressed inside of her, he shuddered once, just from the feel of her.

Still slow, still gentle, it was as if the way she moved was meant to draw out the sensation for both of them. Her lips on his, tasting him with sweet moans under her breath, moans that were punctuated by a sudden gasp and a low whimper when she felt him shudder.
It truly was intoxicating, the way he made her feel, the nimble blond who, when she wanted to, could move with a dexterity and body control far beyond that of a human, using it for all it was worth to feel him, caress him, to linger in that wonderful moment that drew his name from her lips in another moan.
And her hands, she was gentle, almost liquid in her movements as she moved her arms behind her back, trapped her hands between her own body and his just so she could feel him and press her fingers against his skin.
Soaking up every caress he'd give her, letting it fuel that burning desire and passion he kept building inside of her and which only grew hotter and more intense with every second spent in his arms.

He certainly wasn't going to complain. He loved the feel of her, so warm and soft around him. Gripping him, whether she meant to or not, deep within, in the most perfect of ways. His hand left her, to slide around her. One hand still on her breast, the other slid down her arms so that he could link his fingers with hers. So intimate, that touch, even though he was basically just holding her hand.

He let her move how she wished, though. Let her take him as she wished, the ghoul admitting freely that the way she moved was so gentle and teasing that it was close to maddening. He didn't seem to mind that madness, though. He reveled in it. He loved it, cherished it, his lips finding her shoulder and trailing soft kisses along the porcelain flesh in appreciation.

Her fingers linked with his in that intimate touch that had her pressing the fingers of her free hand a little firmer against his body. The sensation of his warm lips on her shoulder so sweet it drew a lingering moan from her lips that kept parting with little soft sounds of her pleasure.

Perhaps he wasn't the only one who felt like the way she was moving was frustrating in the most wonderful of ways though, as he could no doubt feel the light tremble to her body from the effort of wanting the moment to last. From the slow deliberate movements of her hips that were meant to let her feel all of him with every rolling motion as she moved over him.
Her body gripping him, caressing and softly pulsing around him while her moans turned to whimpers of pleasure brought on from the way he felt inside of her, from the way he touched her and kissed her, from the way his fingers stayed linked with hers. A gesture that perhaps meant more than he knew.

It was truly intoxicating, the way he made her feel desired, the way he made her desire him.

It wasn't just intoxicating for her. He shivered under her and groaned quietly, his sounds so very quiet but there, and just for her. She moved over him, the motions frustratingly gentle. But he wasn't pulling her down over him, he wasn't taking her. He was trembling with the desire to, though. The problem was, this moment? He wanted it to be hers. He wanted her to do as she wished with him. She had done so the night before, and the truth was, he couldn't forget the way she looked and felt, the way she sounded. It wasn't just the feel of her now that drove him to tremble and growl quietly, it was the remembered pleasure of the night before as well.

His head turned, trailing those kisses back up her throat, toward her mouth. It couldn't have been all that comfortable for her, but as a Kindred, she had the ability to be more dexterous and graceful than a mortal would have been. He used that to his advantage, his fingers lightly squeezing hers and the action mirrored with his other hand, the one that continued to gently play with her breast.

He was right, her dexterity far surpassed mortal capabilities, though few ever really got to see the full extent of it. She was using it now though, to move the way she did, to be able to do so while still returning that gentle touch of his lips in a lingering kiss. All the time while the soft trembling grew stronger. The burning heat in her chest only intensifying with each passing moment. Moments she wanted to be theirs, his and hers together.
And it might just be his self-control was better than hers as between low whimpers and heated moans, the blond whispered pleadingly as her fingers returned the squeeze of his.
"Please... please Medwyn... make me come..."

German, by and large, is not a sensual language. It doesn't sound sexy at all. But the way he whispered in her ear was more than just a little bit sensual and sexy. "What would make you come, Teddy? Do you want me to grab you, take you hard and fast? Or would you rather me use my fingers, to help play with you and make you come gently?" No, the ghoul wasn't shy in the least. He scraped his teeth over her earlobe after he finished speaking, just a little sharp bite that told her that he could, if she wished, take her much, much harder.