the Surprise Kiss Meme

[wrongs]

Surprise Kiss Meme



R U L E S:
1. Tag your character with their name and series on the subject line.
2. Tag other people!
3. You were minding your own business when suddenly, someone barges in, kisses you, and then declares their undying love for you. WHAT DO?
4. ???
5. PROFIT!

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[barkingmad]

There was a certain fearlessness in granting or bestowing such prolonged, deep eye contact. It did things to brain chemistry. It made one vulnerable. It was one of the oldest ways to connect with a mark, but a dangerous one, because unless one was a true sociopath, it was never a one-way connection. It couldn't be. And she knew this, but it never even occurred to her. It was the farthest thing from her mind. He wasn't a mark, and she wasn't running a game on him.

He allowed her the privilege, and she took full advantage. That he let her drink her fill from him, it was more intoxicating than indulging in the pleasures of his body. And his body, well, she had no words. She had only her hands and her breath to give in return.

She drew it out for them both. She held him close between her thighs, stroking every inch of him, drawing him up as high as she could and holding him there, letting him drift on sensual currents. She took him to the edge of trembling and slowed down again. She leaned in to steal a kiss, gave him a chance to let his breathing steady, and then she'd started again. Hot and close, and focused on nothing but him.

[demolitions]

For Boyd, it wasn't so much about surrender or control as it was about his willingness—for better or worse—to just go along for the ride wherever it took him; not unlike when he stepped into her car without even the reassurance of his gun. Recklessness or confidence, trust or distrust; these didn't enter much into it either—no, when all was said and done, it was more about curiosity than anything else. Curiosity about her, yes, but also about the journey and experiencing whatever pleasures (or anything else) it might have in store without adding any encumbrances in the form of power struggles.

And all in all, the experience had been pretty fantastic so far.

Each time she took him to the edge and left off, he enjoyed the rest stops as much as the trip, even though his cock might have been screaming are we there yet? as it stood alone, swollen and throbbing in the bubbling water whenever she removed her hand. He was silent for the most part, aside from the moans she coaxed out of his throat as she slowly chipped away at his composure, the ever-increasing heat in his eyes an indication of just how much he appreciated her taking her time over it all.

The fingers tangled in her hair relaxed as she leaned in to kiss him, slowing sliding down her body as he lay panting, the focus in his eyes diminishing as they glazed over with lust. When she touched him again for the last time and began to stroke him hard, the sparks of his nerve-endings immediately flared up, every muscle in his body tightening convulsively as electricity shot through him and the pressure became an unstoppable force. Head rolling back and gasping hoarsely, he dug his fingers into her thighs (which was undoubtedly better than ripping out her hair, which might've happened if he hadn't moved his hands).

[barkingmad]

There would be bruises later, and she loved it. Loved to feel him grab onto her so hard he left marks. She murmured soft and low, a wordless litany of encouragement, one hand in the center of his chest, the other intent on taking him all the way this time. Her whole body rocked with his, sloshing water over the edge of the tub, and she held on, stroking him all the way through to heaven and out the other side.