Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)
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				Title: <strong>Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 04:36:14</strong>
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				When the sun had set, the darkening city became his playground. He ruled in the artificial lights of the Manhattan skyline. Almost every business still open at this time, outside most restaurants, was someway connected to his Empire of crime, filling his coffers with gold, or at least his bank accounts with a rain of dollars.<br><br>Almost all transactions at this hour, mere minutes before midnight on this late evening in June, were supervised, initiated and approved by him. A large percentage of all the exchanged cash, or goods, winded up in his hands. Every gram of drugs, any kind of drugs, ever dollar stolen, every whore employed… all were his and his alone. Those few fools who dared to intrude on his domain, dared to be independent, or pray to God, dared to compete… died.<br><br>But tonight, he was at the Metropolitan Library, for a formal function. He arrived, dressed sharply in a fashionable and hip, charcoal suit, Armani, and a black shirt. A platinum, highly expensive watch was on his left wrist, his hair styled rather short, dark and messily, a faint, well groomed stubble giving him a dark edge, while his hazel eyes appeared a piercing green in the low lights of the library.<br><br>Here, the crème de la crème of the city had gathered for the official opening of the new wing, funded by the mayor and his backers as a gift to the city for winning the election. Many politicians and people with a finger in the kettle were here, as well as people he generally didn’t care about, like academics, who were here for the books, instead of the food and alcohol. Imagine that…<br><br>Alex, however, was here for some intimidation. The mayor should be made aware that it was him that was his main backer… and that poking his nose in certain things would result in this fine wing burning down… with the mayor in it.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 07:16:46</strong>
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				Slowly and surely her night was starting to become a minor nightmare.&nbsp; After a standard eighty hour week at the university, her companion's seemingly permenant scowl and tempered attitude were straining on her nerves.&nbsp; She'd taken on three classes this summer even as the research for her grant project was in its initial stages; the summer was shaping up to be on the frantic side, though nothing in comparison to how the upcoming fall would be.&nbsp; After two years of non stop work, of purposeful eighty hour weeks and weekends spent doing nothing but research and networking, it was starting to wear.&nbsp; And now, this -- the upcoming hissy fit she could feel brewing in her date, fellow professor, Dr. Scott Larson.<br><br>They were barely into week four of their casual relationship, something that'd started barely more than a fling with the relatively handsome, mid-thirties instructor.&nbsp; He was typically charming, except for the bite of a temper, and more than moderately intelligent, but... His kisses lacked passion, a spark of life.&nbsp; Even after four weeks of persuasion, she'd yet to succumb to letting him into her bed, much less beyond her apartment door.&nbsp; If the mere touch of his mouth couldn't excite her, she highly doubted anything beyond that would. <br><br>Pausing by a sweeping, marble archway that kept them hidden from most of the general view, she turned her dark head to look up at him.&nbsp; Subtly the rustled black silk of her dress shifted and caressed against the gentle curves of her slim body, her slender shoulders and arms encased in a modest dark gauze wrap.&nbsp; With innate grace she stood perched on thin high heels that boosted her small frame and gave her a shot of confidence with the way it heightened the sensual shape of her calves.&nbsp; <br><br>"Scott, look... I've been thinking," she began, keeping her voice low, hushed.&nbsp; "You should just get a cab and --"<br><br>Geneva saw his mood perk and head lift instantly, any traces of temper fading away in the blink of an eye. "Really? Oh, Eva, it's about --"&nbsp; His words faded away when he saw the look of confusion and then revulsion cross clearly over her features.&nbsp; "It's... It's not about time?&nbsp; Uh.&nbsp; Wow."&nbsp; Awkwardly he coughed, pinching his lips together.&nbsp; Then, his eyes flashed and she groaned, loudly.<br><br><em>Here it came</em>, she thought.&nbsp; The calm before the storm, the explosion of male rejection.&nbsp; Why, oh why, did their egos have to be so fragile when it came right down to it?&nbsp; Inwardly flinching, Geneva clutched onto her glass of champagne and watched as Scott's frustration boiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>07-10-2009, 09:09:15</strong>
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				“Hello mister Mayor. I would just like to introduce myself. I am Sebastian Dumoulin, a representative of your secret backer, if you will. You know my employer prefers to remain nameless. I am sure you remember the arrangement, oui?”<br><br>Alex caught the mayor when the man was moving from one backer to the next, going around thanking them all in person, while his wife was away, powdering her nose. Of course, the crime lord, nicknamed Le Bastille, for his many secrets and his seemingly invincibility, as well as the only clue they had to his identity, his French accent, did not use his own name, and kept up a charade by pretending to be his own employer. He needed to do this by himself, however, for no one in his organization knew all of his secrets… and none knew he now owned the new Mayor or New York City.<br><br>Having introduced himself sufficiently, he moved on to driving the threat home.<br><br>“This library is truly magnifique. A work of art, not unfitting for Paris herself. It would be a shame something would happen to it. Books are very flammable. All the lives lost if such a tragedy would ruin your donation… Now, let me no longer keep you from your business. I am sure we will be able to catch up later, if things go as they were arranged.”<br><br>Threat delivered, Alex moved away, practically disappearing into the shadows, but simply moving to a different part of the reception. His stride was confident, his stance and stature spoke of success and knowing he had said success. It drew the eye of many a woman. But his keen, sharp eyes were drawn to a slender, dark haired beauty, that he spotted was about to have a fight with her escort.<br><br>Smoothly interrupting the upcoming explosion from the uppity male and cutting through the tension with a light-hearted remark.<br><br>“Good evening, Madame, Monsieur. It is a lovely one, is it not? Tell me, are you here for the books? Or to see if the rumours about the mayors secret fetish are true?”<br><br>Though his greeting was for the two of them, his green, piercing eyes focussed solely on the female beauty, swallowing her in his depths, while his accented voice was laced with a deep, seductive undertone. He knew how to reel woman in…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 23:10:18</strong>
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				She'd been waiting for it, the moment Scott's mouth parted to deliver the set down she assumed he thought she rightly deserved.&nbsp; As fate would have it, however...&nbsp; Finely arched brows swept up in a mask of polite interest as the handsome stranger smoothly cut into the explosion.&nbsp; In an instant she saw Scott rein himself back, recompose himself and switch on an entirely different persona -- it wasn't the first time she'd seen such a transformation from him.&nbsp; The interruption, though, was a perfect path of escape.&nbsp; <br><br>"Secret fetish?"&nbsp; Geneva echoed, her lips pursing as she took him in more thoroughly and slowly the second time her eyes ran the length of his form.&nbsp; "Well, I had been here for the books -- or at least the company of fellow locals -- but hearing about a secret fetish seems like an interesting distraction." <br><br>From under thick lashes she fluttered her dark eyes back to him, her head tilting to the side in an almost playful and curious expression.&nbsp; "Perhaps you'd care to share with me while I go for a drink?&nbsp; I'm feeling absolutely parched."&nbsp; Without a whit for subtly, she set down her nearly full glass of champagne on the column's base beside a slightly dazed and now insulted Scott.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 20:22:53</strong>
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				Smirking smugly at her companion when she obviously displayed her lack of subtlety as she placed down the still full glass, Alex merely remarked, his voice deep, almost like a purring big cat, highlighted by his French undertone, “I can see that, Mademoiselle. We shall have to find a refreshment for you.”<br><br>He offered her his arm to guide her away from her partner, who seemed to be simmering in his rage, but too intimidated by the powerful presence of Alex. <br><br>“In the meanwhile, I can enlighten you to the secret fetishes going around here. And, if you are daring enough, I could introduce you to some people here that might even be beneficial to furthering your private ambitions.”<br><br>He guided her to the bar, were more glasses of champagne were waiting for them. He took two, handing one to her, before sipping his own. The penetrating taste of the alcoholic beverage, French in origin, gave him a moment’s pause, which he used to further assess his attractive, freshly acquired date.<br><br>“So tell me something about you, now that my excuse of naughty things has rescued you from something that seemed unpleasant?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 23:20:04</strong>
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				The lighthearted smile remained even as she turned toward him at the bar, poised in the sharp arch of her heels; the wrap had been shifted, the dark, shimmery gauze expertly hiding the slender curves of her body while leaving only one hand free.&nbsp; The hand was used to accept the glass of champagne that she briefly raised before taking a generous sip.&nbsp; <br><br>The man before her, as handsome as any sin she could dream up, did nothing to settle her nerves, however.&nbsp; Oh yes, she had every inkling that he was likely fierce, passionate and insatiable, but -- inwardly she sighed and allowed the cool reserve she'd perfected slip back into its place.&nbsp; There were some things, she knew, that would only go so far.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well," she began and had to take a moment to pull her gaze away from his, letting it dance over the sea of heads around them. "I teach at the local university -- sociology."&nbsp; Geneva's heart skipped a beat when she glanced back and became momentarily caught up in the shape of his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh boy, he was going to spell big trouble -- she just knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 19:45:54</strong>
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				"sociology, you say? That sounds interesting. And teaching at a University at that! That must mean you might be amongst the most intelligent people in the crowd tonight. Impressive. Beauty and brains", He added, his voice still lightly seductive, a faint purring in the back of his throat as he let his French accent roll every 'r' in a way no American could, but which he was told was very sexy to woman.<br><br>He took the word again, gazing intently at her, his green eyes rilling into her innocent ones. "So tell me, would you be able to classify me, sociologically? I am told I am a very special case. But I would love to hear the opinion of a professional."<br><br>He paused, leaving a suggestive silence hang for a few moments, before he continued, confidently, "Or... would you need more samples than a mere rescue and short conversation?"<br><br>The predator within, the daring bad boy, wanted to catch her, reel her in, hook, line and sinker, and make her his., She was so attractive, and seemed a bit innocent and naive. He would definitely cure her of that.
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 21:31:32</strong>
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				It was impossible to fight against the soft blush that flared up into her cheeks or argue against the undeniable charms this man wielded.&nbsp; Lashes fell to hide her eyes as she took a moment to gather her composure when she accepted the glass of champagne and sipped slowly, cautiously.&nbsp; Too much of any alcohol and her head would be spinning from more than a few pretty words. <br><br>His request -- no, not a request; this was a challenge, a bait -- had her eyes sweeping back up and briefly widened.&nbsp; Lips parted with a readied and quick answer in regard to his <em>classifications.</em> and then she caught herself, teeth nipping at the tip of her tongue.&nbsp; This was a trick, nothing more and nothing less, but she'd never met such a tempting trick before.&nbsp; Not even her former fiancee could set such a sweet trap.&nbsp; The mere rescue and snippet of conversation would be nothing -- they both knew that -- but it was the way he spoke and looked at her as if he could not wait to devour her.&nbsp; It had to be the French in him ... had to be. <br><br>Sucking in a deep, long breath, Geneva slowly counted to ten in her head and considered him at length.&nbsp; Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be a little flirtatious tonight, to let go of the restraints that held her at bay from day to day and give in to the little wildness she knew was somewhere inside of her.&nbsp; A little flirting would do her soul good and when she went home later, she could go knowing she'd still had a good time and hadn't hid in the corner. <br><br>The decision was clear in her expression when her lips lifted in a slow, luring smile and she spoke in such a silken tone that sent flares of surprise to her chocolate colored eyes.&nbsp; "I think, <em>monsieur</em>, I am going to need a lot more to sample.&nbsp; Perhaps a slow turn about the dance floor?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 23:59:14</strong>
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				He had to smile at her blush. It fitted her well. Her fair complexion made it all the more obvious, especially her expression upon feeling herself blush. She was gorgeous…. And oh so innocent if these little words could already make her blush. And she was his… he would make her his, in every way possible.<br><br>Charmingly, he bowed, offering his own hand in request of hers, like a noble of the renaissance. When he felt her fingers slip into his, he straightened up, his eyes burning into hers as he gave her a dazzling smile.<br><br>“Then sample, you will…”<br><br>He barely finished speaking before guiding her to the dance floor, where instead of the maybe leisure ball room waltz she had expected, a fiery tango started at his gesture to the musicians. Their bodies fell into a rhythm of passion, of pounding blood and burning desire, touching, twirling, fighting for dominance over her with his hands roaming everywhere the dace allowed for, his legs touching hers when they were close, his eyes always on her, his gaze heated as he guided her the way he wanted to.<br><br>And when the dance ended, he held her, as she leaned backwards, he bending over her, their groins pressing tightly against each other, his impressive manhood touching her legs, his face inches above hers, his warm, strong hand supporting her back.<br><br>Before they stood straight again, he huskily whispered, “This is only the first sample… of many…”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:28:49</strong>
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				Before she could blink or think twice of being in his arms on the dance floor, Geneva found herself in a breathless whirl of seduction.&nbsp; The tango was not a dance she could say she was greatly familiar with, but she discovered it very easy to follow his lead.&nbsp; He made it easy to match the steps, the sensual sway and turns of their bodies complimenting each other with a searing perfection that sent a skitterish warning sign flaring through her mind.&nbsp; Oh, she had no intentions of backing out of a simple night of flirtation, but Geneva was smart enough to know she'd have to tread very carefully.&nbsp; <br><br>"Then I'll certainly have to add talented dancer to your classification file," she murmured, dark eyes sweeping lightly over his features, pausing for a moment to rest on his mouth.&nbsp; Releasing herself from his hold, she straightened her wrap and turned back toward the bar.&nbsp; She had to keep some semblance of control over this.<br><br>"How about you answer a few questions?&nbsp; A casual, friendly interview," Geneva suggested, reclaiming her previous glass of champagne and sipping once more at it.&nbsp; Perhaps a fifth of the glass was gone by that point.&nbsp; "To start with ... What do you do?&nbsp; And your name is?"<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 01:08:55</strong>
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				He enjoyed how flustered she became from the dance, yet he noticed how her eyes seemed to be drawn immediately to his lips, before turning away again. What id he say before… oh yes, hook, line and sinker. He obviously had passed the hook, on which he was caught now. Now, this conversation, this friendly interview she offered, would be his opportunity to rile in the line.<br><br>As they were now back amongst the crowd, after having danced almost solely and so vigorously just before, in the spotlight, as few dared to join them, Alex casually sipped his own champagne. It tasted well after the blood-boiling dancing and the throes of success. Yes… Victory tasted sweet.<br><br>“Well, Mademoiselle, I am Alexandre Dumarson, and I am a man that does whatever he wants.”<br><br>He added the last part challengingly, giving her an appreciative glance, from her face down her body to her long legs and up again, without shame, trying to make his point.<br><br>“I find I enjoy that the most, but I am sure I can show you how to enjoy it, too, a world without limitations, except your own imagination… and perhaps the basic laws of physics. After all, I can not go flying around with a red cape, unfortunately…Though I am sure I would fir the skin tight bodysuit well enough.”<br><br>His voice was seductive, suggestive, his words playing a harmony with his accent, feeding her imagination, while he kept his eyes fixe upon her, drowning her in his intense pools of emerald…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 03:58:24</strong>
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				There should have been some surprise at his word, some flare of shock at the daring of his word, and yet there wasn't.&nbsp; As she looked at him, sipping contentedly from her tall glass of expensive champagne and letting the impressive physically visage of him fill her sight, it wasn't difficult to exactly see the playboy image he painted.&nbsp; There was little doubt he lived out the image perfectly, probably did things Geneva couldn't fathom.&nbsp; Alexandra Dumarson was a very tempting man who had a warning sign larger than life dangling above his head.&nbsp; A warning sign she wasn't sure she was going to pay heed to.&nbsp; <br><br>Tugging her soft lips up into a slightly amused grin, she cocked her head to the side and studied his figure.&nbsp; "You'd certainly give Clark Kent a run for his money in regard to the bodysuit, but ... "&nbsp; With a pause, she lifted her shoulders in a casual, careless shrug.&nbsp; "There is more to breaking limitations than wearing a cape, Mr. Dumarson, and even more than having a certain carefree attitude to life.&nbsp; You do talk a very nice talk, though."<br><br>If it weren't for the twinkle in her chocolate eyes, she could have been taken for extremely serious -- or if she'd been lecturing a hall of students.&nbsp; But, as her lashes fluttered to partially hide her eyes, the glimmer was there, clear and shining even when she looked back and fought to hold back her blush.&nbsp; For someone who'd rarely peeked over the rigid line of conservatism, this was starting to become a thrill fest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Anything else, Mr. Dumarson?&nbsp; So far all you've given me is that you're a man with the wealth and means to do as he wishes."&nbsp; The tone had lightened, softened to a feminine caress.&nbsp; "I'm certainly open to you stirring my curiosity even more."&nbsp; Somehow she managed not to blush too brightly, only a twinge of pink on her cheeks.
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				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 23:03:48</strong>
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				He pulled her closer at her flirtatious challenge. Oh how he loved it when they took the bait so easily. Now, it was time to rile in the line completely. With swift, easy and graceful movements, he scooped the glass of champagne from her hand and put it aside. He leaned even closer and huskily whispered, "My, you are quite proper if just a sip of champagne makes you so loose."<br><br>From his statement, it was obvious he had been observing her from before he presented himself, but he moved on, swiftly. If he had been a true predator, he would be breathing own her neck right now, and biting down in a few moments...<br><br>Now.<br><br>He liked it.<br><br>"I think I should show you how I can truly stir your curiosity in me. In fact... I do hope you are quiet, my dear."<br><br>The last part was whispered almost mysteriously, before he grasped her hands firmly and pulled her away. Jean kept on pulling her with him, ignoring any possible protests. At last, where he was heading became clear. A somewhat secluded corner of the new library wing, well out of view, though still easily in hearing range. He turned towards her and pushed her back, till her backside was pressed firmly, though not painfully, against a tall cabinet filled with books.<br><br>Before she could say anything, his lips were on her in a teasing touch. Then, they ghosted along her jawling, to her ear, where he nipped her earlobe, before lowering and working his way to her jaw, while his hands firmly took her hips.<br><br>They reached higher and insistently pulled her shawl away, revealing smooth bare shoulders. Strong, nimble, warm fingers touched her shoulders and started passaging and caressing them, as his lips captured hers again, his tongue seeking entrance into her mouth, while he stpeed closer to her, her slim, curvy body pressed between him and the cabinet, his muscular form touching her chest and a growing bulge in his pants faintly touching her though...<br><br><br>At last, he broke the kiss, only to ask, "Have I stirred your curiosity well enough? But don't worry... I am only just beginning. I am ging to ravish you completely, ma cherie", he purred...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 21:52:26</strong>
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				For a second time in the evening Geneva found herself whirled away before she could even think twice, much less act decisively.&nbsp; They were already half way to his destination before she could start tugging on his hand, dual shivers of anticipation and apprehension skittering up and down her back.&nbsp; This man was insane -- he had to be!&nbsp; &nbsp;Her lips had just begun to part in speech when she found herself against the cabinet and then his mouth on hers.&nbsp; She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think -- all she could do was react.&nbsp; Surprise seared through her even as the heat flared up from her stomach, hot desire waring with screaming sensibility.&nbsp; Lashes fluttered her eyes wide once he pulled his head away, Geneva left breathless and staring at him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ra... Ravish me?&nbsp; Quiet?"&nbsp; Moistening her lips, Geneva started to give her head a shake in attempt to clear the rush at least a little bit before she stopped, suddenly giving in the devil that begged and pleaded with her.&nbsp; No one could see them after all... "You'll have to help me on the quiet part," she murmured before her head lifted and her mouth claimed his as her hips swayed to rub temptingly against his, against the hardening bulge.&nbsp; <br><br>Boldly her hands spread up along his clothed chest and stroked over his shoulder before her fingers spread into his hair.&nbsp; A moment later, she gave a little yank as her mouth broke from his and began to nip and suckle slowly down the side of his exposed neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 15:01:16</strong>
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				As her lips were nw nipping and suckling down his neck, Alex smirked. Leaning somewhat closer, while he enjoyed the sensations caused by her lips. He purred in a seductive whisper, "What if I don't want you to be quiet? What if I like to see you struggling to hold in your moans and gasps and screams of pleasure, while your body is pushed over the edge of ecstacy again and again. I don't mind people out there hearing you... but you wanting that, that is a whole other matter, isn't it?"<br><br>His lips caught her earlobe, nipping, licking and suckling the tender flesh, before pressing a teasing kiss just under her ear, and one a little lower and lower, till his full, warm lips found her pulse point and suckled a bit harder.<br><br>His hands, nimble and strong, moved over her boy, and just cupped her breasts when he started sucking her pulsepoint. His fingertips brushed the full, clothed orbs of firm flesh. But with every renewed sucle on her neck, his thumbs brushed over her nipples, again and again, till he could feel the tender tips hardening like a rock under his caresses.<br><br>Not relenting in his assault, one of his hands lowered, over her firm, slim stomach, lower and lower till it rested on her hip. His other hand now started rhythmically squeezing her breast, while that thumb kept caressing one of her rock hard nipples.<br><br>The hand on her hip took a hold of her skirt and started hiking it up, higher and higher, till he could feel the creamy, soft skin of her thigh. Giving a soft bite on the pulse point in her throat, which was pulsing much faster and harder than when he started, his hand cupped her panty clas womanhood.<br><br>Finally removing his lips from her throat, he remarked, "This is where I wanted to be. This is where you needed me to be... This is mine from now on..."<br><br>He emphasised every word with a soft squeezing motion, pressing his fingers tighter against her womahood, feeling the outline of her lips...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Enfant Terrible (morningdreams and arkaniel1)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 04:15:09</strong>
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				<strong>"</strong>For tonight,<strong>"</strong> she whispered, trying to correct him while half caught by a moan that she valiantly tried to hold back.&nbsp; The music, conversation and general noise of the event was going to cover so much, and if anyone happened to pass by within a few feet, the sound could have easily been heard.&nbsp; What if someone from the college came close?&nbsp; The thought had her squirming and then harshly biting down onto her lower lip to quell back another moan.&nbsp; <br><br>Geneva was so warm and wet, her body shuddering in delight each time she felt his fingers press against her.&nbsp; The thin material of her panties stuck damp against her skin, her dress felt too strained and restricting.&nbsp; Legs parted wider as one leg slid up to half wrap around his leg and she hugged him into her.&nbsp; A tilt of her head had her mouth seeking his, the tip of her tongue flickering out to tease at the corner of his mouth as her hand slid down until she could feel his hardened length.&nbsp; <br><br>Lightly at first she stroked the clothed muscle, then deeper to feel as much as she could through the clothing.&nbsp; Lips trailed up to his ear, her breath warm along the lobe, and she whispered, "Are you sure here?&nbsp; There are... There are rooms, private rooms."&nbsp; She didn't want to move, take one step away from him and his touch -- she was simply conservatively praying none had the inkling to wander this way.<br><br>
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