<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/VpwV62M/devon-daniels-5-crop.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | After Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Villa Backyard, Grassy Edge of the Infinity Pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A pair of blue plaid boxer shorts<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong><del>Cleo Balleta</del>Erm, no one, apparently<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elsa<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Yes,"</strong>she whispered. The second she confirmed he dove in, allowing his lips to latch onto hers, thumb and forefinger firmly keeping her chin tilted towards him. His kiss did not press in too deeply at first, a simple taste of her as his tongue barely parted her lips, caressing the gloss while her own tongue reached out to him. He could feel and hear how deep her breath became, and in turn he felt his own heart pulsing faster. Once more he wrapped his lips to hers, again and again, their throat mics no doubt catching the soft sounds intermingling with the lapping surface of the glowing pool. Her arm wrapped around the back of his neck, the fingers tickling the nape feeling somewhat familiar, almost like a case of deja vu. Yet he did not entertain any distractions, his fingers releasing her chin in order to reach lower, pushing the loosened gray shirt back so that his palm might find that toned stomach and perfectly smooth waist. His arm wrapped about her, pulling her body to his, and immediately he could feel the energy from each kiss become all the more charged from the heat of her flesh.<br/><br/><strong>"Come closer,"</strong>she said softly, pulling him down over her, though not perfectly atop her. Leaning in from an angle, he could feel the braid she had placed suddenly drape over his shoulder and onto her makeshift mattress. He gladly lay over her, still feeling those breasts crush to his chest, almost as if she were desperate for him to feel just not her lips, but the whole of her body. Her leg rose, reaching to his side, and the hand that had been around her waist slid down to accommodate. As his tongue finally slid fully into her mouth, caressing her own, his palm traced down around that perfectly shaped ass, fingers giving a light squeeze before continuing down to the back of her thigh. He pulled himself closer, his now growing lust pressing against the soft plaid boxers as he tried to pull their bodies closer together. His fingers reached the back of her knee, almost as if to help her wrap the limb about his body. Softly his center finger slid along the back of her knee, testing to see if she'd giggle or moan. His other hand, his weight leaning onto that elbow and forearm, rose to her forehead to caress more of her blonde hair from her head and face. He groaned into her mouth, as if hungry for her, tongue swirling about her own...<br/><br/>And then a flirtatious smirk of Cleo's appeared before his mind's eye.<br/><br/>He paused, his whole body stiffening, a deer caught in headlights. His nostrils flared as he let out a heavy sigh, slowly pulling his lips from Elsa's. His hand released her leg, raising instead to caress her cheek. So many thoughts raced through his mind. The day he bought the ring. The final mistake he'd made a month prior. The arguments in the weeks leading up to it. Now, less than twenty-four hours since she'd left, he was practically forgetting Cleo. They hadn't had a real spark or connection, but... was he truly going to dispose of her that swiftly?<br/><br/>And as he looked into Elsa's eyes... would he hurt her, too?<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he said with a sigh, "But I don't think it'd be a smart idea to be listening to the<em>other</em>head tonight, if you catch my meaning." He leaned in, pressing his lips to her forehead. "It's been a... crazy day, and..." His eyes submerged into Elsa's once more, doing his best to try and get a reading on her thoughts. At the moment, though, her mind was an impregnable fortress. "I don't want to hurt another woman, and I don't want you to be hurt by another guy."<br/><br/>With that, he readjusted once more, laying himself beside her, so they were both staring up towards the starry night sky above. "However, seeing as we are both uncoupled, I'm sure the producers would have no reason to complain if we shared a bed. So, if you'd like, I wouldn't mind keeping you company out here, sleeping beneath the stars..." He turned his head to look at her. "Or you're welcome to my bed inside the Villa. Or, of course, we could continue to sleep separate." He then looked back up towards the stars. "I do apologize for starting something I couldn't finish, though."<br/><br/>He blinked a moment as he realized the back of his neck was resting on the bundled, thick rope of his now braided hair. That was certainly a new feeling. He reached up with his fingers, finding the end of it, and began to idly flick at it as he awaited Elsa's response.