RP: The afterparty

[shh_zach]

Date: November 1, 2005 (just after midnight)
Characters: Mandy Brocklehurst, Zacharias Smith
Location: Zach's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Zach gets his own private dance.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_mandy]

She felt the trembling tension in him and his voice sounded raspy as she trailed her mouth past his hips and down one of his long legs, her fingers moving in time on the other leg. Muscles stirred and flexed under her lips, under her palm and her fingertips. The soft hairs on his thighs and legs teased her lips, made them feel tingly and sensitive.

He was strong and warm, and the supple curves of his muscles so perfectly shaped. She basked in the opportunity to admire him at her leisure. When she reached his ankles, she kissed down the upper arch of his foot, holding the sole firmly so as not to tickle. Smiling in a rush of adoring delight, she kissed his toes. "Even your toes are nice," she murmured with a sweet giggle. "Long and lean. I can't imagine you ever having had cuddly little baby feet, Zach." Laughing softly, she bit his biggest toe teasingly and sucked on it for a moment, sweeping her tongue on the underside, before lowering the foot and kissing his ankle again.

Carefully, she eased his ankles apart, moving up between his legs now. She slipped her hands under his legs and massaged the muscles on the back of his calves lightly, feeling the hard tension there as he strained to keep still, while she kissed his knees, pushing them up slightly so she could reach the tender underside with her tongue. The skin there was so smooth, so delicate as she swirled her tongue over it, licking up the sweaty salt. His breath was coming in harsh ragged pants and she glanced up, saw the cords of his neck strained tight as his watched her, his fists clenched at the headboard.

She was so absorbed in the details she was enjoying, she was almost lost to the place she was going. Zach was aware though, his reactions reminding her, too. When she moved her fingers up the insides of his thighs she thought for a moment he'd give up his efforts to keep still for her and she quickly laid a hand on his arching hip, catching his gaze with her own, imploring. "Please," she whispered. "A little more."

Her fingers trailed up there, touching his sac that felt tight and firm, gently rolling it on her fingers. She let it slide into her palm while her fingers reached behind it, touching the hot smooth skin, stroking and exploring. Her lips moved over his hip as she kept palming his balls, massaging the skin behind slowly with her fingertips, kissing his hipbone, his stomach. The scent of his desire, musky and urgent, made her nostrils flare. His hips moved in a rhythm that made her moan, and she kissed her way up his chest again, the hard points of her breasts teased by his warm skin.

She took her hand away from between his thighs, and straddled his waist, his cock pressing up against her bum. Eyelids heavy, she eased herself down on him, moaning again at the sensation of his skin meeting hers, all over. She stretched her legs out, nestled inside his own, his cock held between her thighs now, pressing up against her slick folds which made her stomach twist with an almost unbearably sweet ache. "Thank you," she whispered, pressing her hips down to his and smiling into his eyes, before freeing him from his promise with a soft, slow kiss.