Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 14, 2014 22:33:08 GMT -5
it was fully dark now and no moon or sunlight could be seen from where Marcus was. Every time the car twisted and turned he would try to find his ground again while the world shifted around him. Marcus was still drunk, but not drunk enough to forget today. He rose a bottle to where he could see and contemplated whether he should drink or not. He had been drunk before and knew of its poisons. He would lose control of his body and watch as he would do stupid things that might get himself killed. Then the next day his head would be suffering immensely but he would not have a single memory of the living nightmare he just went through. "We're almost there." The cab driver said as he spun the car around one more time, causing Marcus to bang his head into the window. His head was now throbbing and his mind almost going out. The driver was paid to get him to the nearest hotel that was not blown up, no questions about his wings or his Katana blade that still had a little blood spots on its handle. He was also paid not to ask about anything Marcus said to him.
"Remember, not blown up or even close to blowing up. No reports of missing customers too because then it would just end up blown up." "Got it," the driver said in return. Though Marcus was not fully drunk, he had a tiny drunk slur that would show when ever he tried to use the letter n. After addressing the driver his mind focused back to the drink in his hand wondering what he would do with it. He wanted to pop it open and forget this night, yet there were few things in it, few memories that he wanted to remember. Like for one, the hot fiery red head that he saved, Bethany. He wanted to keep his thoughts on her, her beauty, and her actions. Before his life was boring. No woman for him to give attention to, like he did with her. No woman to tease and play with childishly. To hold and rub against her soft skin. It was confusing, but he wanted half of this night to last and the other half to disappear. Drinking more would make everything disappear forever. For her in his mind, would he like remembering his nearly traumatic moment he was forced into again?
Last Edit: Sept 21, 2014 21:48:28 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 14, 2014 23:27:11 GMT -5
This night started out crazy, but as long as they got to a safe hotel tonight without Vampyres she was happy.
Bethany might have had a little too much to drink tonight. Her head was spinning, and this damn driver wasn't making it any better. Stupid New York taxi drivers. But It could also be because of the threatening looking Daemon in the back seat with her. She began watching him eye up the bottle of leftover alcohol. There was still plenty left if he wanted to wash away the memories of tonight. She wouldn't blame him really, though she kind of hoped he wouldn't.
Beth watched as he gave orders to the driver. In fact she had been watching everything he was doing. She couldn't help herself. Maybe the alcohol was making her crazy, but she kept thinking about all the events that led to this moment, and it made her smirk. She could have died tonight, instead she's going to a strange motel with the stranger.
They were almost to the hotel now, thank god. She didn't want to have some crazy driver in the front seat controlling her life anymore. To survive a Vampyre attack, and die in the back seat of a cab would not be cool. She wanted a nice hot shower, clean sheets and a soft pillow. Maybe even some of Ghost on the side, who knows.
The taxi finally stopped in front of the motel. It was much better looking on the outside than the previous one, before it had blown up.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 15, 2014 10:08:47 GMT -5
His eyes slowly moved to the person next to him. First noticing her thighs, the form and connection to her fine rear made him want to grab it, caress it, and hold unto it for the rest of the night. Then his eyes traveled over to her waste, and pictures of him holding her close, wrapping his arms around her stayed in his mind. And finally, landing his pupils on what he loved the most about her, her beautiful perched lips. Those lips effected his mind the most, calling for him to lick, kiss, and suck on them. Everything about this woman drove his mind crazy.
It wasn't hard to tell that he was looking at her lustfully. Though he did not bite his lips or give her words that made her know that she was spinning his head more than the car. It was his eyes, only his eyes that told her that if he had the chance he would have ripped her clothes off a long time ago. He gave her a look that told her that the moment they walked into the motel, rested on the bed, and got comfortable he would make her his and only his.This wasn't a look that Marcus would give to other women that came his way. No stripper or any other female would receive the love that Marcus wanted to give to her right now. And this most certainly was not the drinks doing. The poison might have got him hooked but something else about Bethany wanted him to sink right into her, and not of the sensual way.
His eyes closed, taking them off of her for the first time since they laid on her legs. He started breathing in and out, trying to lose some of the horrid feeling given to him by this God damn cab driver. When they opened, he was at the hotel they were to stay at for a while. Without a second going by, he was out and taking in the fresh air. He gave glance at where he would be staying, being a little impressed by it, then turned to help Bethany out the car if she needed him. "Next time you drive someone drunk, learn how to turn a fucking curve," He would say to the driver before shutting the door in which Bethany came from. His eyes would be half way open, telling others that he was close to sleeping. They would also be able to tell that he is a little drunk from the less graceful movements he made.
When the driver was completely gone he would stare at Bethany, his companion for the night, and give her a warming smile and a chuckle. "Your staying with me tonight," he would say holding out his hand for her to take. In this situation, most would say he was taking charge and others would say that he was showing early signs of being controlling, which would be stupid since they weren't even dating yet. But to Marcus it would be him going after what he wanted. And what he wanted tonight was Bethany. If she took his hand then he would walk with her into the motel. It would be a nice area. A fountain in the middle to give it a peaceful atmosphere, chairs everywhere, and the smell of cherry filling the air. People would be coming in and out, their eyes drawn to the winged daemon yet none would dare talk to him while his sheathed blade remained in his other hand, along with the liquor. But he wouldn't care, his mind would not be focused on others, not when he had a smoking hot woman to pay attention to.
"Stay here," he would say telling her to wait for him by a comfortable looking lime green chair. He would need to fill out the paper work and all the other boring stuff a man that has been drinking all night could not possibly do. Unless she decided to pay for the room, then he would be more than happy with letting her do the signing in.
There was a large round desk where the bellboy stood, greeting every customer. He was younger and tan in skin color. He had a cheery face on him that seemed to go away when he saw Marcus wings. He opened his mouth seemingly ready to say something stupid, but Marcus stopped him with a raise of a finger to his lips. "Listen closely," He said leaning in to whisper, "I am close to being wasted, and in that time I do not give a fuck who it is but if someone pisses me off then their skin and blood will be smothered all over my blade. Now unless you want that someone to be you, you should shut up for the remainder of the time I am in your care." That was a promise, but he made it seem like a threat so that others wouldn't think that he wouldn't actually do it. He had dealt with enough from tonight and a boy with pimples all around his face disrespecting him was not something he wanted to handle. The boy gave Marcus the key and Marcus called for Bethany to come over. When they were together again the bellboy would silently take them to their rooms.
They would find themselves in an elevator being shaken too and fro by its motion. It would be a terrible ride for Marcus, feeling the toxins in his body moving along with his intestines, and the twirling of his brain inside his head when ever a different motion where to occur inside. When the ride was over and the bellboy was ready to lead them to their room, Marcus would be holding the bars of the moving machine trying to stop the world from spinning again.
He noticed that his head was spinning a little too much for his own good and that he needed a little sobering up. When the bellboy opened the door to their room he would order the young one to bring them tons of water and something salty to eat.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 16, 2014 19:10:08 GMT -5
He had her wait in the bright colored chair while he completed the paperwork in the lobby of the hotel. She would have paid, but he told her to stay so that's what she did. She will owe him now of course. By being able to sit back it gave her a chance to glance around the room. It was beautiful. Probably much more expensive than the last one would have been. Now she felt bad for not paying. Her mind had wandered to how he was looking at her in the cab. How he took her hand and said she was staying with him for the night.
It was amusing to her how he treated everyone else. The man at the bar, cab driver, even the poor boy right now. Though she couldn't hear what he was saying, she knew by the boys look it made him almost piss his pants.
Ghost called for her to come over, and she walked at his side. She did take one look at the boy just to smile. He was still afraid of the man next to her. Oh well. Maybe she should have been too. He was a Daemon after all. She knew nothing about him or his past either.
The poor man didn't enjoy the elevator ride to the floor their room was located. Beth put her arm around him to make sure he would be ok. Luckily the elevator ride wasn't too long and they were out in no time. They were walked to the room and noticed right away. One bed. She looked up to him to make sure that's what he really wanted. She was glad when he ordered food and water because she hadn't eaten at the bar, or all day in fact.
The room was just as beautiful and clean as the lobby was. She led him to the bed, so he could relax if he wanted until food arrived, or go shower if he felt up to it. "Just relax. I will get the door once he returns. Probably best if you didn't deal with people here from now on." It wasn't very long before the boy returned anyway with the food that he had ordered. She brought it over to him so he wouldn't have to get up. "Alright, I really need a shower. The door will be open though in case you need to.. vomit or something." Beth proceeded to the bathroom. She left the door unlocked and open just a tiny bit as she washed away all the dirt from the day.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 17, 2014 10:11:46 GMT -5
'This world was a big place. Filled with death and death and more death.' His eyes moved to every corner and every piece of human skin that remained in that elevator. They were searching for something, searching so vigorous that double imagery were being created just so they could do twice the searching. With those double imagery came Marcus suffering. Suffering because his eyes would not focus on just one thing. And because of that his mind would spin and his heart would increase. He would suffer because of those eyes.
Soon he was calming. An un-explainable calming that he would never feel from this poison. The drug that destroyed all control of his human body suddenly tranquil inside him allowing to compose. When his eyes finally relaxed they moved down to notice a hand on him. A hand that was not his nor the bellboys. This hand was wonderful in fragrant and soft in touch. It was the reason he was controlling his body again and drawing the poison out of him. The touch of this hand not only made him sober, it made him feel delighted. Delighted of its touch and its connection to something far more greater. Delighted that it brought him closer to Bethany.
Why was this possible? How could the simple touch of one woman give him supremacy over his wings, arms, and legs again? It was unknown to why, and it was never done before. She was a regular female. Someone who he saved for sensual purposes and sensual purposes only. So how would a normal female who's only purpose was to please his genitals, affect his very mind in such a way as she did?
'This world is full of nothing but death. And she will die too. Could be tonight, tomorrow, the next day, or the future. I don't want to deal with that.' He tried telling himself this over and over. It was his secret words to snap him away from anything he would grow to love in this world. It helped him along the way, to stop himself from loving other women or pets that he would own for the moment. If he told himself this then his emotional drawing to anything would vanish and he wouldn't experience the worst pain in the world. The pain that could not heal as quick as his wounds.
"Get us something salty. And a lot of water." Marcus said addressing the bellboy. His mind beginning to pulse to the very knowledge that Bethany was near him. 'She will die sooner or later,' he thought to himself again as she began speaking to him. Her words singing sweet symphonies to his ears. Her hand, her body, her beautiful smell moving away from him made every part of him long for her more. 'She will die soon.....' His mind went blank when she moved to the restroom. His body flung her way, refusing to be held back to the laws everyone followed. 'She will die....' His hand would suddenly grab hers and turn her body to his. His other hand would move to her back and his neck would lean his head in to kiss her.
'She will die soon.... So why not enjoy her now.' He would become weak to his emotions. He would give in to his need for her love, a feeling that he had never felt in years. This feeling would make him weak, make him feel pain, but he didn't care. In this moment of weakness, desperate plea for love, he would enjoy it.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 17, 2014 15:40:46 GMT -5
This kiss didn't feel like the kind just to get in bed with a woman. He wanted her. Not just for tonight. Her body had tensed up due to the shock. She only managed to remove her shirt as she was heading to the shower when he grabbed her hand and pulled her in close. She felt exposed, but her bra was still on. Just seconds before he was laying on the bed looking sickly. She hadn't even heard him coming.
She wasn't sure what to think yet. Beth had been married and now divorced. The last thing she wanted to do was rush into something. One night wouldn't hurt anything right? But her instinct told her that this one was different. She was still drunk though of course, so she tried to use that as an excuse for her feelings for the man. Deep down she was just lying to herself. Somehow in just a few hours time she cared about him. More than she should in such a short amount of time.
Bethany relaxed. Without realizing, one of her hands moved up towards his shoulder, while the other wrapped around his side to pull him in closer to her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath still. It wasn't a bad thing. In fact somehow it made her want him more. But she slowly broke away from his lips and looked up into his gorgeous eyes that now reminded her of the sun rising through the darkness. "You should really eat something." She tried to lead him out of the bathroom to where the she had placed the try of food on the bed.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 19, 2014 13:21:00 GMT -5
His right hand moved to the back of her unwrinkled tan skin. And as they continued, his left would follow and bring her even closer to him. When their lips met he would hold her, not even daring to touch any part of her. What he wanted wasn't her sexual love, if he did then he wouldn't waste the time he spent with her being with her. If he wanted just sex then he would have gotten it through the normal means of paying the woman to give it to him. He would have gone to the nearest brothel, whore house, and would have ridden his money differently than he had done this night.
What he wanted wasn't sex, but embrace. He wanted, just this once, to know the feeling of having a woman again. Someone who would never dare to hurt him, someone who would never dare to leave him, someone he could protect and care for on even her sickest of nights. Someone who he would look eye to eye with and would tell, non verbally, that she loved him.
He felt this way before, with the first woman and the last he had loved. She was his everything, his light at the end of every crappy tunnels, his nice warm blanket on the coldest nights, his one reminder that there was more to the world than just death and despair. She was his and when she wasn't anymore, he was no longer Marcus. Just a boy lost in this world without a purpose. Searching for sweet death, sometimes practically begging for it. He became what many would call a jackass in hopes that one day someone worthy would pull the trigger. A lost sheep looking for a deadly wolf to eat it up.
Now here he was grabbing a female like they were falling and edging closer to a parting death. He would hold her with firm and delicate hands. His skin would bask in the smoothness of hers, his lips would enjoy her succulent taste, and his heart would pound so fast that it would near heart attack level. For this one night since a hundred years of torment. He would build down his wall of jackassness and discrete feelings and let in her embrace. He would weaken his defenses in hopes that she would weaken hers and their hearts would become one.
Many would call this stupid, say that this was only because his genitals got the tingles and sensual sensations from the loose hormones of the female. Marcus would probably say the same thing, to only hide the truth of what it actually was. The truth, that he wanted someone to love as much as the next earthling species. That he wanted someone to love him and that he wanted someone to share his happiness with. One hundred years of loneliness and one will begin to dream and fantasize daily about what is known as a soul mate.
No one can truthfully admit that their lust for love is not as real as their own skin and blood. And if one is able to go their whole life without the want or wish of affection then they have no feelings, and most importantly, no well functioning brain. Because even the Gods of this world love. They love their creatures, they guide their children to their right paths and treat them lovingly when ever something is done that pleases the immortals. If they had no love, then they would not dare to mess with or be known by the mortal world, they would not feel heartbreak when something is done that goes against their teachings, and they would not feel anger and punish those that do unpleasant deeds. Even machines, yes machines, need affection and attention. Someone to own them, someone to care for and love them like the children of Gods. If a machine did not receive love then it would not work. It would not beep or boop. It would not move or fire. It would not stay together once touched. It would just break.
Marcus went too long without it, the knowing of loves existence once again, though he could tell you that he didn't want it or he could give a long speech about how the alcohol was making him do crazy shit. He would just be lying to you. The truth is that he needed this, even if it only lasted a night, he needed this more than air. So he held her closer, kissed her deeper with meaning, and wished that this moment lasted forever.
Sadly, it didn't. She pulled away and he stared at her while she lead him out of the bathroom. "You should really eat something," she said to him and he said nothing back. He had lost all his function to think when he physically told her his needs. He didn't know what to do next, how to react, how he was suppose to feel. He wanted to slowly rebuild that jackass wall again, but that would take time. Surprisingly longer of a time than breaking it down. Maybe in the mourning it would be back, but not now.
Silently he sat on the bed and watched her. If she moved away from him, he would quickly grab her hand. He would hold her tight but not hurt her. It would be gentle yet firm. He would look her in the eyes and tell her something that he could never find the speech to say. With his eyes, he would tell her that he needed her.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 23, 2014 20:09:35 GMT -5
Beth felt bad now for pushing him away. She felt like she had done something wrong. It's not that she didn't want to, but she wanted to know neither would have regrets in the morning.
It had only been a few months since her divorce. She felt almost nothing for him for a long time now, so it's not that she was still attached. She was abused, and dealt with it for years. It was hard for her to even think about letting someone else in. She loved her husband once. She gave him everything she could possibly give. In return he took her for granted, made her feel like shit and even hit her once. Though the man she was sitting next to now seemed kind enough, so did the man she married. But he did save her life, and somehow was becoming attached already.
They could have their drunken fun tonight and just go their separate ways tomorrow. He's here now so why not just have some fun? That's what she told herself at least. Don't be disappointed when he abandons you in the morning..
Bethany had taken his hand. She was sitting quietly next to him as she watched and wondered what he was thinking. He had gotten quiet, and just sat there after she had pulled away. He wasn't going to eat like she had suggested. Stubborn. Instead he was watching her watching him. His eyes.. She was lost in them.
She kissed him again. This time less nervous. Nothing else mattered now but him. She would redo the whole terrible night over and over again for this. Tonight she would show this man just how much she needed and adored him.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 24, 2014 8:24:32 GMT -5
His eyes stayed open, His body did not quake, his muscles relaxed, and his head stopped spinning. He was calmer than he had ever been this entire night and it was all because of her. When she kissed, he kissed back. His hands non-hesitantly moving to her side curves. Slowly and gently they flowed down to her thigh, if she would allow. Then his body moved.
'How long has it been?' He thought to himself as he would gently try to move her down, kissing her lips and neck, while his arms and knees would hold him on top of her. 'How much have I been missing?' He begins to strip, first taking of his shirt to show Bethany his sinewy body he had worked day and night to attain. 'How much can I enjoy?' His eyes stayed on her, his hands felt her, all the while his love longed for her. He would continue loving her, only if she allowed him to.
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 25, 2014 16:48:49 GMT -5
Bethany let him kiss her, and move his hands across her body as he pleased. She would let him have all of her tonight. Whatever he wanted, and how he wanted it. She was his.
Once he removed his shirt, Beth would pause to admire his body. She would run her fingers over every muscle in fascination, wondering how one man could be so perfect. He is everything she could dream of wanting.
Why would a man like this even bother with a girl like her?
It didn't matter now. She wanted more. He was towering over her and his scent was more intoxicating than any cologne. It was driving her wild. She needed him now. Not just for tonight, but every night if she had the chance. Bethany would remove the rest of his clothing if he let her and give him a night he'd hopefully never forget.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 26, 2014 23:11:04 GMT -5
A knock on the door.
Marcus raises his head quick to the surprise of a door being tapped then banged on. Pain is sent to the back and front of his head from the bad life choices of last night. How many drinks did he place into his system? How any cells did he kill? The numbers were unknown, only leaving him with the answer, 'A lot,' moving around his brain slower than the pain did.
He looked down and around the bed for Bethany. If she wasn't around then he would take a deep sigh and rub his eyes. The night he had was, in his words, amazing. It was a night he refused to let go of. Unfortunately for him, bits and pieces were missing. He would rise from the bed and move towards the shower, looking to clean his body. He would ignore the constant knock on the door and the sound of an old woman calling for room service.
If Bethany was still in the bed with him then he would slowly rise from the bed, phase if she was on him, and move towards the door, floating so that Bethany's ears would not puncture from the sounds of the door knocking and his footsteps. He would answer the door quietly, not wanting anymore loud noises ringing in his head. "What do you want?" Marcus would say to the old African American woman banging on the door outside. The portal would be halfway open to where only his face and chest would be able to be seen. He would be completely blocking the view of Bethany, while also making sure that the woman did not see his private parts that hung from his waste. Marcus was naked, fully, and his wings were out for display to Bethany only.
The woman tried coming in claiming that she was there to clean the room, though her attempts failed when Marcus proved stronger with her. "May you please come another time when I am dressed bitch." He used the word bitch to shut the woman up for good and stop her attempts from coming in. It was harsh since all the old woman was doing was her job but she was persistent, trying to push the doors again even though Ghost clearly showed he had strength to his looks. It was either call her a bitch and watch her walk away flabbergasted or fight her to keep her from coming inside the motel room.
The woman walked away mumbling to herself about Jesus and the tired hungover deamon laughed. "So go out for food it is. Unless you want spit in your food here." He would say to himself if Bethany was asleep. If she was awake then he would speak loud enough for her to hear him clearly over the sound of him closing the door.
Last Edit: Aug 26, 2014 23:11:40 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
Post by Bethany Barone on Aug 28, 2014 22:52:54 GMT -5
The woman was still asleep until the knocking on the door began to wake her. She was still groggy and half asleep. Her head was resting on his chest. Much better than a pillow. The woman at the door would not quit banging on the damn door.
As he got out of bed she would reach for him to try and keep him in bed longer. Just a little more sleep with him is all she wanted.
He had to get rude with the worker to convince her to finally leave them the hell alone. She was glad he handled the situation.
Finally she sat up as he shut the door on the woman. Beth would realize she wasn't wearing anything and use the sheet to cover herself up to her chest. He of course had no shame. Walking around fully nude. The woman couldn't help but admire his perfect body with a half smile.
"So go out for food.." He said. We're they going to be having breakfast together too? She wouldn't mind. But normally these one night things don't end with sharing a meal together the next morning.
She didn't know what to do or say. She was still sitting up, acting more shy than she was last night.
"So.. I'm going to get in the shower ok?"
Bethany wished she could read his mind. She had never gone home with a stranger before. Beth would leave right after she cleaned up unless he had other plans.
Post by Marcus Drago on Aug 29, 2014 23:37:33 GMT -5
"So go out for food," She said to him, her soothing voice brushing to his ears. He turned slowly to her and became loss for words once again. For a while he thought about what to do. How to approach her. What to say to her. "Sure," he said still starring at her. From waist down she was a portrait he did not want to take his eyes off of. A goddess in human skin.
"Go ahead. I will go in after you." He moved to the bed trying not to give her weird vibes by looking just at her. She didn't seem to want him to stare at her full bare and gorgeous body. He didn't mind this, if she did show her body then his eyes would never be able to turn anywhere else. "Here," He said to her as her clothes where tossed her way. All that could be found where her bra and pants, strangely how her undergarments could not be found after checking everywhere in the room. "Sorry, you're missing a pair of clothing." His words flowing with sincerity. He wouldn't look the other way while she dressed herself unless she said so. He would try to respect her even though he enjoyed watching.
He would then pull on his clothing, first his boxers then his pants, leaving Bethany the pleasure of starring at his six pack torso. He would find the air awkward as he would not know what to do in this situation. The alcohol was to blame for him having the nerves to actually reach for her in a way he thought was impossible for him. And now his barriers where beginning to build up, he was beginning to become shy, but his feelings for her still remained. 'Pathetic,' his mind spoke, but his heart disagreed. Though he stayed silent. With her he would not run his mouth, he would not do something foolish, or worthy of giving him a jack ass title for he did not want her to leave him.
"We could take a shower together." Marcus offered to her. He would not look shy to her. Even though inside was a battleground of good and chaotic thinking, he did not want to her knowing what held inside him. She would need to push for his affection. However, if she wanted something else she would only need a touch. A poke of the finger and he would be hers. What man would refuse a voluptuous woman such as Bethany.
Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 1, 2014 19:31:47 GMT -5
He stated that he would shower after her, and started looking around the room for her clothing. He only turned up with her bra and pants though. Guys never look hard enough for stuff.. but at least he tried. "It's ok." She was going to start dressing with the clothes he did find, but he was watching her. It did matter anyway. Any dignity Beth had went away last night. He had seen her already.
The man was getting dressed but she decided not to. She still kept herself covered with the sheet though.
He was quiet for a little bit. She would wonder what he was thinking. When he spoke it was a suggestion that they shower together. He wasn't shy like her. "Ok.." She sounded a little unsure and quiet. But again it didn't matter. A shower together was nothing compared to the things they had done last night.
The whole thing still seemed unreal. Normally she wouldn't have done any thing like this. Then man with wings was standing in front of her. Her eyes went down following his perfect body. The one she was all over last night. Now she wanted it again. This time without alcohol involved. Her eyes slowly moved back up to his and if he paid attention and read them, they would be saying "I want you."
If he failed to realize it then she would simply let the sheets fall off her body, and lead him into the shower with her.
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 6, 2014 22:42:53 GMT -5
She said okay shyly and he smiled. She was like a school girl losing her cherry, unknowing of what to do in this situation, and he enjoyed her even more as he stared upon her gorgeous face. His pleasure of her looks grew when he saw her non-verbal wanting of his body. He gave a chuckle to her before rising to his feet and extending his hand for her to grab. He would help her up and keep grasp of her fingers but not move to the restroom. What he wanted was for her to guide him to the showers, all the while not letting go of their connected hands. He would enjoy the view of her back and her light skinned butt cheeks.
When they reached the restroom he would lean on the door and watch her again. He wouldn't move further to start the water or jump into the tub with her. He would just take the moment to watch her. To take in the view of her body that spelled the words true beauty all over her. He would look lustfully at all the parts of her that almost every straight man would kill for and he would contemplate what he wanted to do with her and how he wanted to do it. He would stare at her like an animal starring at a prey, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on her and rip at her flesh. That opportunity came quick as he would begin moving to her position. Whether she would be in the shower or not, he would move his right hand to her stomach slowly, waiting to see if she wanted him to keep going. If she allowed then his gentle yet cold hands would rest on her belly button, then suddenly he would pull her to him where her back would lay on his chest. He would pull with force, telling her that he was not all about being tender and that this time he was going to do things a little roughly. It was a sign that said he could not keep his lust for her beauty under control but if she wanted then he would try his best to keep the beast hidden.
If she went with everything he just did and actually enjoyed it then he would begin ravishing her neck while his fingers would move all over her body with intense delight. Though he would soon stop and let go of her as quick as he felt on her. It was his way of teasing her still, making her want him more then stopping to see her reaction. He enjoyed doing this, playing with her emotions a little and would be enjoying it for as long as they were together. His hands would turn the knob of the tub, if it was not turned already, and he would let the warm water of the shower run as his pants and underwear would slide down his legs. He would say nothing to Bethany and just walk into the shower, waiting for her to move along with him.
Last Edit: Sept 6, 2014 22:43:32 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
