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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 21:43:56 GMT -5
 Licking his lips, he found that not only did she taste like whipped cream, but.... something else. Something that was practically mouth watering, something making his fingers twitch, as if he wanted to reach out and pull her back in an instant. She was damn near irresistable, and Gavin savoured the taste.
As she leaned forward to him, Gavin raised one eyebrow; she was a matter of mere inches away, and if he'd wanted to-- which he most certainly did, more than anything else at that moment-- he could have leaned forward and tasted her lips once more. Instead of doing that very good idea, he stayed where he was, arms at his sides, his eyes locked on her own.
"Mm, I think it might just have been the whipped cream, but why don't you let me check again; there's always two sides." As she grabbed the whipped cream again, spraying some in her hand and across his lips, he laughed aloud; the spray tickled his lips a bit. He had some on the tip of his nose now, too, and wondered if she planned on taking care of that as well. Before his thought process could go on much farther, she pressed her lips back against his, and that same wave of relief hit him.
This time he didn't fight temptation, wrapping his arms around her sides slowly, letting his fingers trail over her ribs, until he reached her back, where he stopped. The whipped cream now gone, Gavin didn't let up the kiss, but stepped it up a little instead, taking her lower lip between his teeth and tugging ever so gently.
"Now," he breathed, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, "was it the whipped cream, or am I incredibly delicious?" His voice was low and quiet, barely more than a whisper, and he kept his lips against hers the entire time.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate |
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 21:58:19 GMT -5
  She would have other plans for the rest of the whipped cream in her hands, if Gavin hadn't gone and wrapped his arms around her sides, finger tipping up her spine and coming to rest on her back. Her hands had found their own way around his back, the cream had found it's way on the kitchen counter and her lips still against his. However, the game was stepped up when his teeth tugged gently at her lower lip. She raised her eyebrows at him.
Now, was it the whipped cream or am I incredibly delicious? He spoke in a whisper, their lips never parted; she could smell the hot chocolate and whipped cream on his breath, tasting the latter more. "Mm, utterly divine." She whispered back, poking her tongue out of her mouth and flicking it against his lip ring.
"How do I taste?" Emily just had to ask; she told him how he tasted - to an extent, and now it was his turn to tell her how she tasted. It was going to be a win-win scenario. She was still on tiptoes as they were talking, but as soon as the kiss parted, she unwound her hands from around his waist and slid onto the kitchen side, so that they were almost eye level now. Her arms then slid around his shoulders, fingers interlocking at the base of his neck, lips brushing against his.
outfit: here
notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 22:08:45 GMT -5
Her hands around him pulled them even closer together, and Gavin didn't give a flying rat's ass if any of that whipped cream on her hand got onto his shirt. It would be off of him soon enough, he was positive, and it would wash, anyway.
"Mm, utterly devine." She flicked her tongue against his tongue ring, not knowing that it was one of the things that drove Gav over the edge crazy. While their lips were apart for a second, Gav toyed with his lip ring, tasting her all over his lips and the inside of his mouth. "How do I taste?" Smirking a little bit, Gavin wrinkled his nose, and faked a disinterested shrug. "Eh." He couldn't even hold a straight face for more than a second, and he rolled his eyes.
He moved his lips away from her own, trailing a line of kisses down her cheek, to her jaw and up to her ear. "You taste like heaven." He whispered into her ear, his lips sure to tickle her earlobe. Speaking of that, Gavin let his tongue flick out and tease her earlobe, and he nibbled and tasted a bit, before bringing his lips back to her own, barely brushing against hers. He was a bit of a tease, he admitted it, but he always came through in the end.
Ha, literally.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 9, 2009 22:17:58 GMT -5
His nose wrinkled in... disgust? Lack of interest? What?! Emily didn't know, but she had a feeling that she was going to find out in a moment. He shrugged faintly and she pursed her lips together, waiting for him to say something; though really surprised when he trailed kisses and whispered into her ear. So, he thought that she tasted like heaven, hm? Well, he was in for a surprise.
She squirmed a little in his grip as he ticked her ear lobe with his lips and then nibble at it. He was being a tease and she didn't mind; as long as he was the one taking the lead in this show, then all would be right and things would get done, literally.
"Why, thank you." she mumbled to his cheek, pressing light kisses on his skin, trailing down to his neck, gently biting the skin before kissing back up his neck, over his cheek and to his lips. Her arms had travelled downwards at the same time. Resting on his waist band. There was something that definitely needed to be done, and neither of them were going to get it done just sitting/standing where they were at the current moment.
Emily smiled at him a little...
outfit: here
notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 9, 2009 22:27:30 GMT -5
The look on Emily's face when he wrinkled his nose in mock disgust was nothing short of priceless; Gavin chuckled a little bit at that. He was so far from disgusted that it wasn't even funny, and he was surprised that she seemed to think that.
She kissed all the way down his neck, sending little shudders and shivers throughout him, and when she bit his neck.... Well, that was pretty much the final straw for Gavin. He hardly even heard what she'd said, his ears were so full of his own pulse, her pulse, some dull ringing, and some white noise. Her hands moving down to his waistband, however, did not go unnoticed, and he had to work to hold back a groan.
He moved his hands from her back, swiftly gripping her thighs, and pulled her up so that her legs were wrapped around his hips. She had to crane her neck a bit to kiss him, but it was going to have to work for a few moments, until they made their way to the bedroom. True, the couch was closer, but the bed was far more comfortable, not to mention the fact that the couch was cliched.
One hand still holding onto her thigh, Gav brought his other to her back, his fingers not hesitant as he slipped his hand below her shirt, feeling the warmth of her bare skin, just above the waistband of her shorts. Her bare legs wrapped around him was creating a wonderful mental picture, and Gavin smirked beneath her lips.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate |
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 11, 2009 18:51:47 GMT -5
It felt good to share an intimate moment with a person that she hardly knew; though they had spoken about a lot of things and knew quite a bit about each other - but that had only been words. Emily, to tell you the truth, was a little surprised that he was allowing her to start the kissing with the cream, even if it had been his fault in the first place; for being such a tease. She hoped that he would take control of this night, because she didn't much like being in control when having sex.
His hands against her thighs made Emily moan quietly, pushing back her head from his neck and wrapping her arms a little tighter around his neck, before going back to the kissing and biting of his neck. Her legs wrapped around his hips; making sure that she wouldn't fall, or slide down his body as he started to walk towards, what Emily could only assume, his bedroom.
Fingers touched bare skin and Emily arched her back a little; blood rushed around her body; to one place in familiar, when she felt where his hand was. Her lips were removed from his neck, trailing back up it and over his cheek to his lips. This, what he was doing, was a little teasing and she kind of liked it... to an extent. She kept her legs wrapped around his body, kissing him with a fired intensity as her hand slipped lower under his shirt, reaching for his waistband, but doing nothing - waiting to see what he would do first.
outfit: here
notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 11, 2009 19:04:35 GMT -5
Hearing Emily moan was probably one of the best sounds in Gavin's life; come on, what guy doesn't like to hear a girl moan like that? One of the only things better is hearing a girl moan his name; brought out some sort of animal instinct in him or something, he was sure a therapist could have a hayday with it. Point is, Gavin felt his eyes roll in his head, and he kissed her harder, exploring her mouth with his tongue and keeping a good hold of her, his hand pressed into her back.
As if she knew just what drove him bonkers, she continued to bite his neck, and Gavin had a hard time remembering where his room was. He recalled quickly, though, and they came through his bedroom door. Gavin leaned against the wall for a second, too caught up in Emily to make any attempt at the bed at that moment. He let her go, sliding her down until her feet touched the floor. Her body slid against his as he let her down, every inch of her against every inch of him, and he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into him for a few seconds of kissing.
Hands on his waist band made him glance down, and his lips contorted into a smile around her own. He pulled his face away from hers, his hands slowly-- so slowly that it was almost painful, Gavin could feel his pulse in his fingertips, among various other places-- traced across her back, over her ribs, and then down, until he felt the button of her shorts beneath his fingers. Smiling, he quickly undid the button, but that was all; he loved to tease. He'd take control eventually, but the teasing was just too much fun to resist.
He gripped her waist again, and pulled her into him once more. Lips moving down from her lips to her throat, he let his fingers make their way under her shirt in the front, until he felt the cool skin of her stomach beneath his fingertips.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate |
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 11, 2009 19:22:28 GMT -5
His tongue felt funny against her own as they played around with the kiss, exploring each other mouth's. Her own tongue had run across the ridge of him mouth, licking over his lips and flicking at his tongue piercing gently, before coming to a rest at the side of his mouth, flicking his lip ring. Seconds passed before the kiss started up again and Gavin's back was pressed against the wall and she felt herself sliding down his body; feeling him against her skin - boy, was he happy.
Her hands were on his waist, slowly creeping up his sides, lifting his shirt up so that she could touch his bare skin, like he was doing with her. Emily felt him smile into the kiss, making her smirk into the kiss as she felt her heartbeat begin to race as his fingers traced down her body and to her shorts. Feeling the temperature rising, Emily cocked her head slightly too one side, reaching.
Her stomach, quite literally fluttered as the button of her shorts came undone; the butterflies did a little dance and the adrenaline pumped around in her head. Gavin was teasing and that wasn't very nice, but two could play at that game. So, Emily dipped her fingers down the waistband of his shorts and then brought them back up again; sliding her fingers up his skin and under his shirt, again. See, two could play at the teasing game.
The lips were on her throat again and she felt a moan building up in her throat; which crawled out slowly when his fingers tipped up her stomach. Pushing herself into him a little more, Emily attempted to take control, but failed immediately when she stumbled slightly and almost moved away from where they were standing. Instead, she pressed her lips against his neck again and toyed with the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 11, 2009 19:33:31 GMT -5
Her tongue across his lip ring rose a shudder from Gavin; this girl knew everything that made him wild, and was definitely putting them all to full advantage. Feeling her cool-- yet still somehow blazing-- fingers across his bare skin, Gavin bit his lip a bit, taking a deep breath in. All he could smell, all he could taste or feel, it was all Emily.
Her slender fingers slipped down his waist band maybe a half an inch or so, and then she brought them back up. Dirty rotten tease, he thought to himself, knowing that he'd brought him upon himself. Then again, not that he was complaining; what man in their right mind would? Emily still had her blue jacket-like thing on, so he quickly rid her of that nuisance, tossing it across the room without a care of where it landed; she could search for it later. The shirt was next to go in his mind, and so he began to let his hands wander, until they were on her ribs, below her shirt.
And up it goes, the ninteen year old thought, as he brought it up and over her head. He stopped for a brief second to admire her upper body, the pale and perfect skin of her stomach, the proud rise of her breasts, teasing him from behind a lacy bra. Damn, was all he could say to himself, as he gripped her waist, kissing not her lips, but her neck. His lips found their way down, until he was kissing just above her bra.
The dominance was beginning to make itself known, the time for teasing almost over. Gavin was itching to fall back onto the bed, and he brought his lips back to hers quickly. Feeling her hands pull his shirt up a little, he nodded his head, indicating that the shirt was long due for a trip across the room, off of him.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate |
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 13, 2009 15:36:04 GMT -5
Something told Emily that if she continued to flick his tongue ring and mess around with his tongue piercing with her own tongue, she could get her own way. It seemed as though he liked what she was doing to both of his piercings and now that she knew that, Emily could use that her advantage. She smirked a little into the kiss and tugged on his lower lip with her perfect teeth, running her tongue across the inside of his lip of his lip, flicking the ring and then letting go. It was making him tick and Emily knew this, she tasted him with her mouth, liking what she tasted, going for more.
She tickled the top of his waist after sliding her fingers down his waistband, fingers nimbly touching his skin before going back up his skin and removing her fingers from his waistband, tickling his skin and going upwards; beyond his shirt. Her jacket was removed and slung across the bedroom floor for her too find later.. if there was a later. Emily had no idea whereabouts it had gone, but she knew that she'd be able to find it later if she could. Then his fingers were on her ribs, touching skin.
The little blonde girl shivered beneath his touch. Shivering again when she felt the material of her shirt slowly running up her torso and chest. "Mm..." She mumbled, about to say something before she felt his hands at her waist and his lips on her neck. Emily felt her breath hitch in her throat and her heart thud heavily against her ribcage. She also felt terribly flush and let out an involuntary gasp when his lips met her breast.
It was now getting very, very hot in the room, Emily was beginning to feel the heat as she tugged on his shirt, itching to remove it from his body. She removed her lips from his and pulled his shirt upwards, jumping a little so that she could reach to remove it from his head. Tossing it too the floor, Emily lowered her head slightly and pressed small kisses to his chest, going upwards to his collar bone and travelling up his neck to his lips, pressing hers against his as she waited for him to continue what they were doing. Liking people who took control, Emily wrapped her arms around his torso.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 13, 2009 16:58:50 GMT -5
Emily just had to go and tug on his lower lip, didn't she? Gavin's eyes rolled back, and he pulled her even tighter against him, gasping quietly. Feeling her tongue trace across his lower lip on the inside, Gavin felt his heart splutter a little bit, and pick up double speed. Two can play that game, he thought, a hardly coherent sentence in his own head; it was hard to think when his mind was so scattered with lust. He pulled his lips away from hers, so that he could lean down and take the flesh of her neck between his teeth, tugging lightly, letting his tongue flick quickly across her skin, before releasing.
Through the pounding of his own pulse in his ears, he heard Emily gasp a bit, and heard her mumble "Mm." Grinning at the response he was getting, Gavin brought a hand to her back, just between her shoulder blades. With expert skill, he unclasped her bra, and tugged it away from her body. He brought that hand back around and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing lightly, rubbing his thumb over her nipple.
When his shirt was finally off and away from him, Gav began to move them, so that he was away from the wall, and they were closer to his bed. His foot hit something, and he glanced down to see what it was. Shit. One of the books that he kept hidden, Shakespeare. He'd forgotten to shove it completely under the bed before leaving the house. He pulled them onto the bed, so that she wouldn't see it, and as they fell backward, he covered it with something on his floor; he couldn't be sure, but he thought it was her blue jacket thing. He was too distracted to think about how surely she was to find it when she picked up her jacket.
Rolling so that he was on top of her, instead of vice versa, Gavin used one hand to keep himself over her, and the other hand wandered down her body, to the waist of her shorts, stopping there, two fingers just inside the waistband.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 15, 2009 19:56:04 GMT -5
Apparently; tugging on his lip, playing with his lipring and flicking his tongue piercing with her own tongue caused somewhat of a stir in his pants - so to speak, or not. It made Emily smirk, since she now knew what made him tick, she was definitely going to use that her advantage, planning on repeating those actions as much as possible tonight. Only; before she could do it all again, Gavin had removed his lips from hers and was now biting at the flesh on her neck. Gah, Emily shivered, a low moan escaped her mouth as she moved her head back, rolling it to the side slightly; giving him more room to do what he was doing that felt so damn good.
She had known that her bra was going to have to come off at some point, unless Gavin had a thing about bras and wanted to leave it on her; just like the last guy had done. However; he'd unclapsed her bra in record time - most guys usually had problems with that, but he seemed to have had a lot of practice and was now very good at it. Emily moved her arms so that the straps slid down them, the bra falling to the fall as Gaving cupped her breast and squeezed. Her skin tingled and she felt a feeling of elation, no wait, that was the butterflies in her stomach.
The wall suddenly became a blur as they began to move again. Honestly, Emily would have been satisfied in doing it anywhere, but the bed seemed like a good place to be at the moment. They'd been standing up for too long already; but at least it wasn't cold anymore. Gavin pulled them both onto the bed; Emily landing on top of him for a moment before he rolled over and she was at the bottom. That was what she liked to see - the man (or woman) on top and her underneath.
Her skin tingled as his wandering hand trailed down her body and to the waist of her shorts. Emily was vaguely aware of him having two fingers just inside her shorts, but concentrated on the more... view, erm. His chest, exposed chest, was just there. Slowly, she lifted her head up and opened her mouth, placing tiny kisses on his chest until she reached his nipple. Emily brought her tongue out and flicked it gently, before licking it and resuming the kissing, all the way up to his neck; which she decided to bite gently. Her hands, however, had wandered down the back of his jeans, fingering with the hem of his boxer shorts. Sure, she was teasing him, but it was fun, yes?
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 16, 2009 15:38:10 GMT -5
The warmth of the room was increasing quite quickly now; with two very active bodies, the temperature just kept climbing. Part of it was just the passion and adrenaline that was screaming its way through his veins, but he felt the heat on his skin from Emily.
Feeling her lips on his chest, her tongue on his nipple, Gavin let out his breath in a slow sigh, his eyes rolling back in his head just a tad bit. She was good at what she did, he had to give her that, and he had the feeling like he was kissing a pro, which was most definately not a bad feeling. Having a girl who knew what she was doing.... that was much better than having to teach a girl everything. At least Gavin wouldn't have to worry about being gentle or hurting her; this girl was most definately not a virgin, there was no way in Hell.
As she bit his neck, Gavin's hand pulled her shorts down little by little, never breaking contact with her skin, until they were down to her knees. His jeans were still buttoned, but he was too wrapped up in Emily to mess with them at that second. He returned the favor that she'd given him, bringing his lips to her neck, teasing and nibbling a little bit, moving down until he was just above the rise of her breast. He planted light, sweet little kisses all the way down to her bellybutton, and then all the way back up, landing back up at her neck again.
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Post by Emily Beckett on Sept 18, 2009 19:23:46 GMT -5
The heat of the room was like stepping into one of those really large ovens with those really big shelves that you could sit on and get burnt. She was feeling more of the passion and burning intensity to go for it, rather than just play around. Adrenaline pumped around in her head, shooting through her veins and ending up in places..
Emily bit his neck as Gavin inched her shorts down her legs; his fingers sliding down her skin. Tiny shivers of excitment shot up and down her spine, her legs tingled against his touch and she could feel the blood pumping around her veins. Finally, her shorts were at her knees, but his jeans were still on. Hm, well she was going to have to do something about that, but first.. Emily wriggled a little, getting her shorts down to her ankles and then to the floor. Her hand found the waistband of his jeans and flicked open the button, going for the zip when...
Well, when Gavin decided to bring his lips to her neck and then trail kisses down her bare torso and back up again. It was enough to emitt a tiny groan from Emily. Her hand shook slightly as she undid his zip. Placing both of her hands on his waist, she tugged his jeans down to just below his knees and then trailed both her hands back up the insides of his thigh, flicking across his package and too the waistband of his boxer shorts. Now they were only seperated by their underwear.
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notes: hrm.
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Post by Gavin Marks on Sept 20, 2009 13:13:04 GMT -5
Hotter and hotter, more and more steamy, Gavin found himself feeling like he was sitting inside of a volcano that was erupting, bursting lava from the top like fireworks. In a way, that was true; the volcano just hadn't erupted yet, this was all building up to it.
As she kicked her shorts off and began to undo his, Emily's groan of pleasure sent little pleased spasms throughout Gavin's body, too; he felt a pulse of heat bash behind his eyes and various other places. She tugged his jeans down and he kicked them away, letting them fall to the floor. Her fingers trailing up the inside of his thighs and up to his package sent another shudder through him. He took one hand and teased her just as she'd teased him, letting his fingers trace over her bikini line, just barely touching her skin, moving down to her thigh and then back up the line he'd made.
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music; The Flood - Escape The Fate
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