[Rp det_lassiter] Walking in Memphis

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    She stepped off the plane, and for a moment, didn't know what to do next.  It wasn't as if she was here to meet someone right away, I mean she was here to meet someone, it's just that his flight didn't get in for another hour and a half.  So she stood in the concourse for a few minutes trying to get her head on straight, she hadn't slept much

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The heat of her body finally pressing against him was missed and so very much needed. He closed his eyes as she kissed him, soaking in the warmth raditating from her. The soft swell of her breasts against him. The movement of her mouth against his as they kissed, a languid, deeply passionate movement. Tasting and tempting. He breathed deep when he had the chance before returning to kiss her yet again.

Pulling the towel from where it had slipped between them, he dropped it to the floor. His hands returned to rest on her hips and slide first up her body, then down. He took the opportunity to really touch her in ways he'd not yet had. He wanted to map out every curve of her flesh, so smooth and silky from her shower. Hips and waist, back and thighs. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back enough to be able to watch his fingers trace over the subtle muscle of her stomach and up to shape over her breasts, thumbs rubbing gently over her nipples.

He played with her as she continued to unfasten his pants, smiling at the little jerks and gasps she made when he brushed his thumbs over the sensitive flesh just right. He could do this all night; watch her reaction as he gave her short flashes of pleasure.

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As his hands moved up and down her body she deepened the kiss they shared. The more he pet her the more she fell into the kiss, pouring out her passion and longing as she nearly started to purr from the leisurely caresses. His hands felt amazing against her skin, no imagination, no amount of voice over the phone could ever make up for the way his hands touched her. She was becoming entranced in his mouth, almost shutting her brain down until his fingers brushed over her breasts.

With great reluctance she pulled back from his mouth and sat up a little her eyes heavily lidded and her breath quick. Sitting up allowed him better access to her breasts, the sensitive mounds eager for attention, her hard nipples were an obvious testament to that. Licking her lips she tossed her head to get hair away from her eyes so she could watch him. Under the hypnosis of his hands she had forgotten about his fly, and when she sat up she was reminded of the important act she was in the middle of.

Kissing over his collar bone, she started a slow path over his flesh, over the soft chest hair to his nipple. While she feasted on him, she undid his slacks, pushing the fabric aside she slid the palm of her hand down over the tent in his shorts. He was amazingly hot, and if she didn't know any better she could have sworn he burned her.

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Her hot breath ghosted over his skin and the warmth spread over him, inside him. It felt like it was warming his heart. Even California nights could get cold, and he could wrap himself in his gown, bury himself in his sheets and still feel cold deep inside. Not even a scotch nightcap could warm his heart. But now he had found someone with the ability to warm him all the way to his soul; he was unwilling to ever give Olivia up now that he had her.

The first touch of her mouth to his nipple pulled a soft, gasping "Ahhh..." from him. He squirmed a little beneath, not at all intended to remove her lips and tongue from the sensitive flesh, but unable to help himself. It reminded him of the weight straddling him, a teaser for what was to come. Sliding his hands up her arms and around the elegant curve of her shoulder and neck, he buried his fingers in her slightly damp hair, urging her ministrations on.

He couldn't hold back the buck of his hips when her palm found his cock. He wanted to go slow, he wanted this to last, so that they could drink in every part of each other's touch and taste, but in that second his need overrode and couldn't stop himself from seeking out more pressure and friction.

"Oh, Olivia," he muttered lowly as he forced himself relax back and take her touch as she gave it to him. "You make me lose myself."

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There was an odd, intense, yet peaceful feeling that came with worshiping his body. The act gave her a task, she was suppose to find every inch of him she hadn't before and give it the proper attention it deserved. She was suppose to find what made him groan, or what made him pull away. Each inch of firm, hot skin was to be analyzed and categorized, filed away for some later purpose. And while it sounded very clinical inside her head, the act of gathering data was anything but.

As the heat between them intensified she completely forgot about the humming A/C unit that had previously made her back side a little too cold for comfort. She was completely absorbed in making him feel good, her tongue lathed his nipple, making sure it turned into a hard point under her tongue before switching to the other one. She applied the same treatment to it, dragging her teeth over the flesh, sucking lightly as she hummed in the back of her throat.

His words broke through her worship trance and she slowly opened her eyes. Lifting her head she spoke softly, her voice heavy with lust and need. "Now you know how I feel when I am with you, when I look into your eyes." Bowing her head once more, she went back to sucking on him. Her fingers lessened their pressure against him, her nails dragging up and down his length through his shorts. He wanted nice and slow, that's what she would give him, with some teasing thrown in for good measure.

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His breathing was heavy. Not panting, but deep, measured, pulling in oxygen until he felt light headed. Or maybe she was the one making him feel light headed.

Part of him could lie there all night, slowly writhing and moaning under her touch. The woman was a siren, he was sure of it now, and he was lost. He couldn't think of a better way to go. Mostly because he couldn't really think right now. But the other part of him was craving a more active role in proceedings. He was starting to develop an urge to lick and taste her skin, and that wasn't going to happen like this.

With more of a rock than a buck, he lifted his hips again, this time levering them over as he wrapped his arms around her. Settling over her, he smiled down at the away her hair fell in disarray over the pillow, at the soft, surprised expression on her face. Dipping down, he caught her lips with his and kissed her.

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Her eyes widened as she found herself on her back, and for a moment she panicked. In one zone and then in another she fought to switch gears and be okay with his taking charge of the situation. Surging up under him she bucked her hips grabbing at his shoulder blades. Her nails dug into his back and she bucked again before slowly settling down under his mouth. When her heart started to slow she opened her mouth to him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

He wasn't going to do something bad to her and she needed to remember that. It was insane to think anything else, and as she groaned in the kiss she stroked his back where her nails had been. Trying to soothe his skin she spread her legs for him, cradling his torso between her legs. This was good, the solid weight over her.