'How would that be Mr Griffin?' she giggled in response, sitting up abruptly on the stiff medieval bed.
'Oh come on,' Ric replied pulling back the covers.
'Arrgh its cold in here,' Connie complained as he snaked her arms around her.
'What are you wearing exactly?'
'Coco Mademoiselle,' she smirked, relaxing into his embrace, feeling for the clasp on his worn trousers, yet not doing anything more than resting her hand on them. He pulled her head close up to hers so they were literally an inch apart. Brushing her lips he felt them fizz, stinging the passion between them, evidentially Delilah had been having some effect on them, it seemed different, stronger.
'Perhaps she has her uses,' Ric smirked as they pulled apart, his shirt being lost in the heat of the moment, she could feel his every muscle twitch in excitement as the buttons were teased apart, his hands gently clasped her backside, squeezing them gently, her legs straddling across his middle, the bare beauty of her back playing softly in the wind. She sat for a moment, letting him writhe under her butterfly kisses platonic down his neck, chest, abdomen, she slid down him slightly letting him slip inside her, immediately flicking about passionately, she could slowly feel all her angst and displeasure in him dissipate, trickle away as he went deeper. They rolled over, she tall over him, controlling the action, this was where size did count and where she got far more mileage for her money. Not that she was paying, Michael was.
Suddenly, without warning the door thrust open, a slightly inebriated Chrissie trundled in, walking back out grumbling 'wrong room, sorry' stifling a laugh Connie rolled off Ric, the one downside to not sharing a room, or possessing a lock for that matter was somewhat irritating.
'Ooops,' Connie giggled as she pulled the bedclothes further up whilst Ric fumbled around for various items of clothing.
'What the hell,' came the same tipsy voice as Chrissie returned to the room, staring black eyed at her two superiors, one undoubtedly naked and the other trying his dam hardest to cover it up.
'For God's sake Chrissie, we're in the middle of something, Professor Khan's got a spare bed going,' Connie smirked, flopping dramatically onto the bed pulling Ric over her.
'Its like a revolving door in here sometimes,' she complained as Ric left her shirt open, trapping her under his prowess, her arms above his as she writhed coyly underneath him, brushing his skin with her delicate breathing, he let his grip tighten slightly, moving to hold her hands as they locked gazes for a moment, only an instant that their eyeballs met together, locking together. Lips brushing against lips felt good, tasting the faint trace of wine mingling between them. Moving off down her neck he could feel her soft satin skins slink under the kisses he was berating on her.
'You know these can't go entirely to waste,' Connie winked, producing a set of the handcuffs they'd been tied up with earlier that day. She'd often fancied on the idea of using them in the past, fluffy, pink, hard or silver they possessed some form of magical power, the ability to make sex that much more interesting and amusing.
'I'm sure they have their uses,' he replied, gently teasing them away from her palm, slightly smirking as he opened the clasp letting them fall sharply backwards. Lifting her right hand above her head he was aware of her muscles tightening and relaxing in a buzz of excitement. As he locked her second arm in place he felt an odd sort of karma cross him, it felt odd to hold control over such a domineering woman, good, kinky and awful at the same time. He neatly folded the covers back against her naked body, revealing her sat perfectly still, poised ready for action, he let his gaze fall onto her erect nipples, peaking on her tempestuously perfect bosoms. His mouth cupped one, licking it soft then letting it spring in return almost instantly, followed by a groan, a mutter of excitement. Slowly his lips slipped down to her taught abdomen, snaking kisses in a figure of eight round her belly button, scooping up her flesh in tiny mounds, kissing in back in to place. Finally his lips hit the covers, piling up against her core, as he slowly pulled them back he could sense the goose pimples forming the surface of her skin, irresistible to his touch. He lifted her legs apart, fighting the urge to move any quicker, she was quite literally dripping with excitement. Perfect unad
ulterated bliss. He could feel himself becoming even more aroused as he straddled her, letting his hands wander and grope her damp thighs, sliding into her he automatically started an involuntary flicking motion, sending her to screaming ecstasy as she lay there unable to move bar the rattling of the handcuffs. It felt good, more than that, absolutely amazing, surpassing any idea's she'd created. Going deeper felt far too evocative, uncontrollable, losing the prowess to maintain control, equilibrium tilting completely out of sync, her ability to release excess energy hemmed in by the metallic barriers, if she could she'd grasp him closer, ensure that her tact wouldn't be lost, that she'd get her fill then some, the desire felt good.
He let the covers drape off her legs so she alone, isolated, sliding out of penetration he lent back, admiring her beauty, someone as naked as the day they were born who looked as good as she did was a treasure trove, like Aladdin's gold, priceless yet valued, worthless yet magically meaningful, totally absorbing to read and fantasise about, yet irrationally the same in the real life, a work of art. Writhing in front of him it was like watching a masterpiece at work, living, breathing, creating. It reminded him somewhat of a lioness stretching out in the savannah, graciously beautiful yet magically intriguing too. She was biting her lip in transient anticipation, waiting for when he'd give her more or when she'd be allowed a release to return all he'd taken. It was an odd sort of limbo to exist in one powerful and dominant over the other yet somehow appearing to be in submission. Boxing with a lion was never a good tact to take, arguing with the petulant child inane and stupidly pointless.