Thinking of You (Continued) - Creator's Workshop

He seemed fine with that. Fine with the fact that her mouth met his once again, her fingers dragging along his back. He pulled at her clothing, tossing it carelessly aside. Then his hands were at his own clothing, unbuttoning his shirt and wriggling out of it, to his pants that he pulled impatiently down and off. Those joined hers on the floor, completely uncaring where they actually landed.

"Medwyn.." his name was a heated whisper against his lips as she slid her legs against his. Happy to feel his naked skin against hers, happy to be rid of the clothes that only got in the way of her being close to him. And she wanted to be close, as close as she could.
Her legs pulling him against her so that as much of her body as possibly was pressed tight against him while her lips and tongue continued that passionate, slightly impatient caress that spoke of need and desire for him. For his touch and his warmth.

"Teddy..." he answered, the word more a moan against her mouth than actual sound or words. His hands ran over her legs, lifting them... letting her wrap him in them, but caressing them as well. His nails dragged lightly over her thigh, his teeth and lips nipping and nibbling at her own as well as the impatient tongue that seemed to almost be at war with his. Oh, his need was great, but he knew that he could use her own desire, her own need, to make it that much better for them both. So he used it to his advantage, pressing his hips hard against her and grinding there, letting her feel his heat and pressure without taking her just yet.

It had her lips parting in a soft gasp, her body responding by arching its back so to press back up against him while the long, slender legs that had wrapped around him pulled him in tight. Her arms doing the same thing, pressing their nails against his back while she let them drag slowly down his body and down his flanks.
A shiver rushing through her when she felt his nails drag across her thigh, a shiver he could no doubt feel as it moved through her body, stealing a soft whimper from her lips. The anticipation already enough to have her skin heating, wanting more, wanting him, as he pressed his hips against her and teased her.

She didn't have to wait for very long. In just mere moments, he had moved against her. Using his body to cover hers, though he held his weight off of her with his right hand pressed against the mattress over her shoulder. With a slight smile and just a gentle shift of his hips, he was sliding along the length of her, another teasing feel of him before he began to slowly, almost teasingly, slide inside of her. His hand at her thigh moved to her hip, urging her to press up against him, making sure the angle was good enough for them both as he let the length of him begin to disappear into the warm depths that were the love of his life.

She hadn't expected him to be slow like this, teasing her the way he did, not after what he'd told her. So to feel him like that, feeling him draw out the sensations after having so wonderfully teased her, was near unbearable.
Her hips moved at his urging, her head falling back with a trembling moan as she pushed herself up against him. Her hands sliding up to his shoulders as she suddenly arched into him and allowed her teeth to find his shoulder in a passionate bite. Not too hard, not wanting it to be painful, though it was enough to give a sharp sensation in contrast to the softness of her body. The warmth in her chest feeling like a smoldering inferno as her legs around him tried to pull him in so that she could press her hips to his. So that she could feel him. All of him.

She was so soft under him, and so eager. He could tell by the way she reacted and moved that she was eager for him to do as he had promised. And he intended to. Though he had to admit, he did enjoy the way she writhed and moaned, letting her passion rise to fever-pitch before he even truly did anything to her. With little warning, he shifted his hips just a bit, just enough so he could slide inside of her with one long, powerful stroke. There was nothing gentle about it; he was taking her forcefully, even if he just pressed hard inside of her and stayed there for a moment, grinding his hips against hers.

Her lips and teeth broke from his shoulder in a tender cry, her head falling back onto the mattress as she arched her back again and bit down on her own lip instead. A red hot flush of colour to her cheeks as she whimpered, sliding her legs softly against his body while letting her hands wander as they pleased.

He knew her so well by now, knew what made her moan and write and tremble, and she was trembling in his arms right now. Both with anticipation and with pleasure, wanting more of him, wanting all of him.
"Medwyn...." she breathed his name heavily, a soft sob getting caught in her throat as she pressed her hips against his. "Medwyn please..."
The blond forced her eyes open, gazing up at him with a look of loving desire, pleading with her eyes for him to give her more.
"Please..." she whimpered.

He had an almost wicked glint in his eye as he leaned close. Close enough to touch, but just out of reach. Another sort of tease entirely. But he didn't move, didn't slide his hips away from her to actually make love to her. Instead, his hips pressed hard against hers for another moment, his hands at her hips holding her still. "Please what, Teddy?"

The blond drew her breath when he did that, when he pressed against her again but didn't really move. A soft little whimper escaping her lips as one hand drifted across his shoulder with a light scratch of her nails.
It wasn't fair... it wasn't fair to tease her like that.

"Please take me..." she pleaded softly, trying to arch off the mattress to brush her lips to his in her need. "I need you..." her words whispered although her tone of voice as well as her body was screaming her need.

He smiled, his back arching to the feel of her nails across his skin. He still had that wicked glint in his eye. "You want me to be gentle?"

"I... I..." unfair... unfair to ask her questions when she was clearly having a bit of trouble trying to even speak. "I want your passion..." the blond whispered. "Gentle... h-hard" she closed her eyes with a soft whimper. "You... any way you'll have me..."
Teddy pressed her nails against his back again, feeling him move to the touch of her hands.
"Please...? I like surrendering to you...."

His hand went to her wrist -- the one she was using to rake her nails down his back. He still looked just horribly wicked, but he brought her hands -- both of them -- up over her head. Pinning her to the bed as he pressed his hips against her again and still not taking her. "You like to surrender to me?" he asked, almost amused. "Whatever do you mean?"

Unfair! So totally unfair.

Teddy whimpered again, biting her lip as she squirmed softly under him. Her hands testing his hold of her wrists though not really fighting him as her legs around him briefly tensed when he pressed against her, before softly sliding against the side of his body and his legs in caress.
"I like feeling like I'm yours..." she managed in a heated whisper as she met his gaze with those big blue eyes of hers. "I want to be yours..." the blond whispered under her breath as she writhed and pulled lightly against his hold again with another whimper.

She was going nowhere. His strength held her in place, though he did press lightly against her again, letting her feel his own excitement. "Ahh, but you're already mine," he said quietly, dipping his head to scrape his teeth lightly against her shoulder. "Being mine and surrendering are two different things, love."

Her eyes closed, her lips parting in a low gasp at the feel of his teeth against her shoulder and the press of his body. The heat still lingering in the form of a light warm hue to her cheeks as she slid her legs softly against his again. The only real caress she could give him while he held her arms the way he did.

He could probably tell though... she liked this. She liked it that he was holding her down, because she had no trouble placing her trust in him. Though she was still softly squirming under him, wanting to press her body against his, wanting to feel him, wanting to be one with him. And he was so close, so warm. Almost... she close and intimate yet frustrating in that he wouldn't move, wouldn't yet give her what she wanted and needed.

"P-please...?" Teddy whimpered. "Please, I need you..."

That brought another low chuckle from his throat, causing him to nip at her shoulder lightly again. His head moved, enough so that he could gently nibble at her earlobe, though his hands? They still held her down. His hips pulled away from her for just a moment, just enough to give her a little bit of a release from the pressure. Only to press against her again, gently grinding against her. "You need me?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper. "You need me to what?"

It had her softly moaning. Her head leaning back as her eyes closed her eyes and arched into him, her legs around him helping to pull him in tight as she shivered.
"M-make me come..." she honestly wasn't sure how much more of this teasing she could take.

He grinned. He liked it when she let go like that, though he was quiet about it. "How would you like me to make you come, love? I have fingers, a mouth... I can likely even do it without touching you at all with my own body..."

"N-no" her voice rose for a brief moment before turning to a low whimper again. "Please touch me..." Teddy pleaded again.
"Will you touch me.. if I tell you what I want....?" because she needed him so badly now chances were he could probably feel it in the way her body softly trembled beneath him.

He looked down into her face, smiling gently. "Yes. If you tell me what you want, I will touch you."

"Claim me...." she'd asked him for that on their first night together as before the words were spoken in a heated whisper as she looked up at him. "Let me feel your need.... your desire. Don't hold back..." the blond whimpered, pulling against his hands again though she didn't really desire to be free. "Let me feel it... l-let me feel that I'm yours.."

He moved his hands so that it was one hand holding both of her wrists. Holding her down with one hand. The other slipped over her shoulder, around her neck. He wasn't choking her -- the grip wasn't hard enough -- but it was enough to force her to tilt her head, to make her chin go back. "I don't think you want me to let go, Teddy."

She tilted her head, moving to his hand without protest, her back arching as she leaned her chin back. "P-please Medwyn....." the blond whimpered. "I need you... I need you" she almost sobbed in frustration.

He looked down, into her eyes for a moment. Without warning, he leaned close to cover her mouth with his, sliding inside of her in one smooth, quick motion. "That what you wanted?" he asked in a gruff whisper.