Dax and May: To Their Room

[_dax]

Dax led May quietly out of the hospital, passing by a boy carrying a rather sickly looking girl going in, turning just a bit to stare as they went by. His attention was quickly turned to May, giving her a tiny smile, "What a messed up night this has turned out to be," he told her with a bit of a heavy sigh, stress coming across thickly. As they got

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[_dax]

His mouth hung open as she grabbed his butt, a wicked smile crossing his lips, knowing what was to come next, anticipation building, feeling the chase coming on. He closed the door and leaned against it, his hand inconspicuously reaching over to lock the handle, watching with a cocked eyebrow as she leaned over to untie her boots. So many wickedly bad thoughts coursed through his mind, and he almost felt like he couldn't just stand here and do nothing.

Walking across the room in two quick strides of his long legs, Dax stood right behind her, thinking about ways he could touch her, where he could put his hand, but he just stood here, waiting for her to stand back up. When she did, he was standing close against her, and in a flash his head had dipped low, his lips were aganist her neck, sucking the flesh there, his arms wrapping around her middle.

He hugged her to him, pressing against her backside as he moved lower down her shoulder here. Dax had no interest in waiting tonight, in taking things slowly and worshiping her body, of course he would, as always, but tonight he wanted her, and he was going to take her. Moving his left hand from around her, Dax moved up the back of her dress to find the zipper, pulling it down the length of her body and feeling that excitement of anticipation just building more and more. Sure he'd seen her get dressed, and now he was going to take great pleasure in undressing her.

[tribal_may]

The smile never left her lips as she took her time in undoing her boots. Pulling each lace loose individually in order to give Dax a good show. She loved to tease him, to make him want more from her. A part of her thought she needed to keep it entertaining, otherwise Dax would loose interest in her. Sometimes, she wondered if that was why Pride had left her. She wasn’t as interesting as other girls. She shook the thought from her head, as she stood back up to find Dax pressed against her. His lips locked onto the fair skin that was her neck, sucking that caused shivers to run through out her body. An lowly moan slipped through her lips. Her hands moving to hug his arms around her.

As his lips moved, she could feel her legs getting weaker. Even when Dax was wild with passion, he some how always made it feel like he was making love to her, and not just having sex. His self control was amazing and it helped to keep her in check. She felt his hand slip away from her and she held her breath in wonder where he would place it next. When his hand found the top of her dress, she took a deep breath, exhaling it as he pushed the zipper down. She almost felt helpless in his arms, even though his grip wasn’t tight, and she really didn’t want to fight him, but she loved it when he took control. In this room she could be as weak as she needed to be, and she liked that option. When he finished unzipping her, she waited for what he would do next. She was itching with anticipation, waiting for his skin to touch her again. He was seducing her and she couldn’t fight it.

[_dax]

The more relaxed he realized she was, the easier Dax was able to give in to what he was feeling, to completely indulge and stop all thoughts of doubt that threatened to course through his subconscious mind. As the zipper reached the end of it's trail, her dress relaxed around the lower half of her frame and his hand trailed up to the top of her dress, the back of his forefinger tracing the line of her spine ever so gently as it sought out it's treasure. There, around her neck, he found a simple clasp, working with one hand to quickly undo it, and her top nearly just fell down. His arm around her waist, however, moved up and caught it, his right hand cupping her left breast, his lips moving from her shoulder and back up her neck.

He knew what she liked, he was a fast learner and a good student, but May never ceased to amaze him with new things, new adventures, every time felt new, unexplored. As he let go of her breast and let the cloth fall away to her waist, it took very little persuasion to get the dress to just simply fall to the floor at her feet. He was still pressed against her, he could hardly see what he'd worked to attain, and he didn't move, he simply brought the hand that had unhooked her from her contraption up to his own buttons, working quickly to undo them. His right arm kept her held tightly against him, the backs of his fingers tracing down the left side of her body, then his palm and fingertips across her flat belly, deliberately avoiding grasping her as he just had, touching parts of her that were distinctly non sexual, her belly button, her hip.

As his shirt came undone, he pushed it away and pulled her against him again, her back against his chest, his kisses on her neck switching to the left side, his left hand replacing his right there on her middle. The feeling of her warm flesh against his was divine, and it helped the deep guttural moans to become stronger, more animalistic. He wanted her so badly, right now, right here, and he knew she could put a stop to all of this with one simple movement, with just a few words. Dax belonged to her, but most of all, he wanted to pleasure her in every way she could ever imagine.