<strong>Hector Cobblepot, savoring Valerie</strong><br/><br/>Hector was just about to lose himself to those luscious lips of hers when he heard her speak. Even as the words danced in the fog of his mind he felt her lips press to his and he could not deny them. Each connection was more delicious than the last and better than anything Hector had ever tasted. They both cleared his thoughts and kept him lost in the fog, a perpetual state of hanging over a cliff, trying to keep the balance but so tempted to plummet into the bliss that her lips and body promised.<br/><br/>Somewhere within he found focus, gripping those words tightly and using them to pull himself forward enough to remember what he was about to do. A soft smile crossed his lips, his hands gripping her arms gently but securely as he broke the kiss. He could not find the words to speak, his tongue far too eager to be back against hers to want to trouble with words. Rather than battle his tongue, he shifted his weight beneath her and in one partly graceful movement he had switched their positions, placing her in a reclining position on the lounger.<br/><br/>His hands left her though it was obvious from his deep, lustful breathing that he had not gone far. There was an odd scratching sound, followed by a slight crack and fire came to exist on the edge of a narrow match. It illuminated his face, his mouth parted, tongue darting over his lips subconsciously to continue to savor her marvelous taste. His eyes were focused on the match though they still appeared partly glazed. His form bent slightly at the waist and he clutched a short, fat candle. Quickly he lit it and then one near the head of the lounger, his body leaning over her.<br/><br/>The faint, romantic light danced on the edge of the narrow candle wicks as he dashed the match against the table, smothering the flame. Slowly he turned to her, his eyes moving over her lovely, shapely legs and then across the rumpled frills of her dress. His gaze lingered where he figured her lovely sex would be, craving to see that delicate rose once more. Gradually he forced his gaze up across her thigh corset, counting the fastenings and hoping he had the dexterous fingers required to loosen such garments. He swallowed hard when he noticed that her breasts at nearly popped free and that her nipples were on display. The very sight of them in the candle light, seeming puckered with arousal and craving attention had his tongue darting over his lips with desire. Finally he managed to meet her gaze, looking at her with a mixture of lust, awe and nervous anticipation.<br/><br/>Still unable to sort out his tangled tongue, he offered a soft smile, his best attempt at being charming as he leaned over her once more. Nervously he sent his shaky fingers to her bodice, reaching for the first fastening that lay just beneath her revealed breasts. Trying not to get distracted, he fumbled with the clasp until at last he worked it free. Glancing up at her to make sure she was not losing her desire for this, he moved to the next one, fumbling still but taking less time with this one. On he went, working all six clasps free. Gently he reached up and undid the bow that rests against her breasts now, his paint flecked fingers brushing the ample, creamy robs of her warm breasts, knuckles even grazing her nipples as he worked the silky bow loose.<br/><br/>Reaching to her midriff, he gently popped the corset open, letting it fall around her. With another smile, he ran his fingers across the soft fabric of her petticoat and began to undo the laces, his desire growing, his pants now taut against his pounding arousal as the promise of her freed breasts seemed to be close at hand. Once he had finished with the laces, he shifted his hands to frills of her gown, fingers grazing her thighs as he gathered the garments and gently began to tug them down her form, a groan of delight coming forth from his parted lips as he watched the fabric slide of her slender form. Tenderly he gathered the fabric and set it over a nearby chair gently.<br/><br/>He now took in the sight of her thin little shift and the gears of her chastity belt. That sight made him pause. It seemed odd that she would wear that to meet him after what they had done earlier. Deciding that perhaps it was a suggestion of what was to come, he rub his finger tips with his thumbs and tried to decide how best to go about it.<br/><br/>His fingers snapped and suddenly he was kneeling at the edge of the lounger, his hot breath washing over her thighs. Nearly worshipping her sensual body, he brushed his lips across the inside of her right thigh, savoring the feel of her creamy flesh against his mouth. Intimate he dragged his lips up to the edge of her chastity belt, his head now between her thighs as he inspected the gears. Arms hooking around her legs, he brushed his fingers over the gears and slowly began to work them, adjusting and shifting them slowly until he heard the satisfying click.<br/><br/>Lord he hoped this was what she wanted otherwise he was certain his balls would burst with the swelling sexual tension building in his loins. Sensually he pulled away her chastity belt and his breath was blown away. Never before had he seen something as beautiful as what lay before him. The curls of hair seemed to glisten in the candle light and he could clearly smell the sweet musk of her arousal. As his warm breath washed over those sensual lips he could swear that he watched them open up, as if offering him entrance. Caught up in desire and suddenly craving another taste of her sweet nectar, he leaned in and licked her before he could catch himself.<br/><br/>That was all it took. One lick and he was hooked. His hands closed upon her hips and his mouth covered her delicate pussy, his tongue pushing eagerly into her. The taste was beyond anything he had ever imagined and each taste only built his desire for more. Before he knew it he was suckling, lapping and swirling his tongue around inside her delicate pussy, caught up in her taste and only partly aware that he hadn’t even asked permission…<br/>