<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=147365.msg6683278#msg6683278">Quote from: Primarch on 31-07-2012, 18:34:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Slade Wilson, sharing a lounge chair with Emma Frost on the beach</strong><br/><br/>When Emma asked if the name Deathstroke could be applied to other things the world's greatest assassin raised an eyebrow with peaked curiosity. "And what does Miss Frost have in mind?" he asked, his voice low now, almost a whisper as it rumbled out. When her hand was offered into his he gave a brief smile. Slade guided it towards his stomach, the rock hard muscle he had developed and maintained out of sheer necessity to meet his ambitions. He didn't keep her hand there for long however, soon he shifted it downwards and pressed her hand into the stiff bulge he had noticed her noticing. From here he let go, what she wanted to do from there was her decision, he had put her in place. <br/><br/>All the while his other hand was down her bikini bottom, more importantly perhaps the finger that had pressed into her center. A bikini however didn't offer much room for... maneuvering. Deathstroke The Terminator was not known for being predictable or repetitive, be it in war or love one should always be unpredictable. His hand retreated from her the white string bikini piece, both hands were free now. Once again without lacking any kind of humility Slade moved his hands to find the strings that held her white string bikini in place. One hand positioned behind her back and one at her hip, a string from each between a thumb and an index finger...but <em>then</em> he paused. He shifted slightly in his position so that his mouth was right beside her ear. "Say the word Emma...say the word and I'll expose your body to me and anybody else that walks by. Then I'll give you a taste of what I can do. If I like what I see and what I hear I'll take you back to my hotel room and prove that I'm the best there is. Just say the word." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Emma smiled cheekily as Slade questioned her statement. "Well love, just keep moving about down there and we'll see." Her hips moved forward to rub her sex against his finger, emphasizing her point.  She knew what he felt under her bikini. Smooth skin, and a small patch of hair, in the shaped of a diamond, right above her clit. Emma wasn't in the least bit surprised when he moved her hand to him package, the man knew what he wanted, and how to get it. The juices currently flooding over his finger were an indication of just  how much she appreciated that fact. Emma's response was to look at him, a perfectly manicured eyebrow arched before she tugged down on his bottoms, exposing just his shaft and testicles. His size was impressive, and that was a fact. It wasn't everyday Emma got a treat like the one placed before her, and the obvious reaction was to savor it. Savor she did. Emma's hand moved to wrap around his cock, not firmly quite yet, as she didn't want him chaffing. Her fingers couldn't quite touch around him, and a shiver went through her body as she realized this. Her thumb rubbed over the tip of his shaft, smearing the precum that had dribbled out over the shiny head.<br/><br/>As Deathstroke stopped, his hands ready to tug her bikini bottom open, she smiled the smile of a predator. "Have at it, it isn't anything these people won't see later." Emma knew that was the truth. She had a plan to fuck every decent looking male at this resort this week, and any decent willing female as well. Her hips pressed upwards, so tugging the strings would completely take off the bikini, and it wouldn't look like she was wearing an open diaper on the couch. As if he needed more permission, or clarification for the matter, Emma sat up quickly, took his earlobe between her teeth before flicking it with the tip of her tongue, and whispered, "Word."