Ridgefield Say that alluring yes? (nsfw)
Smiles had come and gone along with his little huffs and moans, but she kindled a brighter one with her retort, setting the skin around his eyes into a deep crinkle. Among her many virtues, Adeline was quite funny, a benefit he believed of her sharp and cunning mind. The way she used it here to reflect his praise, the awarded tightening of her own myriad grips upon him, it all drove Joshua ever deeper into the throes of their rising passion.

He kissed her again. He absolutely had to. Long and deep he drank of this everflowing well of affection which he only mostly found ludicrous that she held for him. Pads of his fingers at her neck began a rolling massage while his others dug more urgently into soft skin further down, crushing her hips against his while she continued to grind and shift.

For just a moment he cradled her lower lip between teeth, mindfully keeping it to only the moment and forcing his own jaws apart while sensations rocked through him. It wasn't merely those, the strictly physical feel of her. It was everything, the experience of her. Merciful Lin. All the warmth she ignited, the feelings she provoked and the encouragement she nourished. She inspired passion on every level and it was... culminating.

"God, I'm," he breathed. "Not..." Eyes closed a moment as he faintly licked lips his heavy breaths had dried, but he was looking slightly up at her again immediately. "Gonna last much longer at this pace." The words were accompanied by no sign of retreat.

He'd intended at the outset to shift at some point, roll over, prolong everything. But such was the nature of passion and intensity. Still, the warning, that she might reclaim control and ease back if she so chose.
It would've been ideal to say that foresight was playing on her mind, turning itself over. But it was only abundant in its scarcity, the reminder a necessary one for Adeline who could hardly separate the downwards press of his grip to where she'd lost herself somewhere along and beyond his lips.

Drawing away from Josh's kisses with his one final tug, bringing with her a small moan, she worked through his words in actions. There was, likely, a thought process behind them, but aside from it being mentionable that she'd reignited and that it was easier to become undone a second time, it didn't stretch much further beyond that. Elbows pulling by her side, their chests no longer against one another, Adeline slowed her pace until she'd gradually stopped altogether, sliding a sure hand to his lower cheek and another to his neck, then down the slope that followed. "Hold on," she requested softly. Kissing him for a last time and pressing her touches to him, she moved off with care, repositioning.

In doing so she caught the hand of his that'd been lowest, stealing it for herself and intertwining her fingers with his lightly. Leading. What she sought was not like what they'd just had, but she had no interest in curbing herself, and he claimed to never deny.

On her knees and with her hand slipping from his until the touch was just a ghost, she left his hand to the space beside her hip, allowing him to assume a hold. Meanwhile her palms found the sheets, striving to keep her legs between his. There was a casting of a look at him over her shoulder, a moment for Adeline to add, "I'm not far."
It was, thankfully, apparent what her answer approximated well before she voiced it. By that point he nodded readily, gulping great lungfuls of air and trying to reassert some sort of overthinking to distract himself for just a few moments.

Fire made sense to some degree, for half desiccated corpses given to crumbling to ash. But why silver? What the fuck was up with that?

Okay, back in the moment. Watching her adjust in the soft light, only too happy to have his hand returned to her hip, Tiffer shifted and rose as well, kneeling behind her. Her comment drew a fresh nod, but it was really the look alone which sparked a renewed vigor to his movements. Leaning over her a moment, Joshua kissed at her back over one shoulder blade. Getting about equal parts skin and tumbled black hair, and delighted by either.

Remaining arm wrapping about her as he pressed his torso low against hers, he somewhat selfishly went for one more cupping of her breast before tightening the overall hold around her. What an incredible joy, to hold her tightly against him. A sharp breath was sucked through teeth.

But he was taking too long, risking a resetting or something of the sort, and quickly returned focus to the task at hand. Returning mostly upright and guiding by feel more than sight, he eased back into a gentle pace. The hand she'd lead remained at her hip, providing some leverage and stability. The other ran short nails briefly over the small of Adeline's back before roaming closer to him, slipping down the curve onto the rear of her thigh and around the outside to go back up the front.

In the end he'd add a little manual stimulation, fingers already having learned a bit of how to get her there.
A lasting gaze had remained on Josh until he was nearer, leaning over her, laying lips to the top of her back and sending such rush across Adeline's skin. She could only relish: breaking her attention to the side as the flow of her breaths steepened directly against the arm that went wrapped around her.

There was no discounting the effect he had, and at such a point on their first night together, she was beginning to understand through experience what so much of it had to do with. The instant his hold, his touch, the heat his body brought upon hers happened, it encapsulated so much of what she felt for him. The sense of security Josh possessed represented a part of him that was greater than even herself, and the quality of it, how unforced and intrinsic it was to him as who he was and how she saw him, it magnetised her mind.

So as he lingered Adeline pressed the length of her back against him without any sliver of doubt. The same for the returning rhythm, which she responded to with mutual push back, tilting to an angle which satisfied. Sooner rather than later she could close her heavy eyes in moments, voice gasping low at where his trailing touch found itself. Her own efforts to their pace subsided faintly, narrowing hips and thighs around him and his hand. A funny way to be and feel so alive.

Progressively full of sounds and movements that leaned towards involuntary, with her body eager to give into the bed by some, Adeline rocked onto her forearms, turning her forehead down into the crook of her arm and letting her hair fall where it did. His name was nothing short of moaned in breathy disbelief as she built and tightened, earrings sweeping against her cheeks in a reflection of their rhythm. Every inch of her, explored and otherwise, cloaked in warmth and fraying nerves she was at the mercy of.
By some necessity a dubious sort, he didn't think it necessarily had much to do with how carefully he'd trodden throughout the night, how frequently he'd needed little encouragements and confirmations before proceeding with gusto. No, that was all to do with power dynamics, the ease of abuse never far from his mind. Erring on the side of caution. In personal dealings, where he need not be decisive and commanding, Joshua was far less bothered by the idea he be seen as timid than domineering.

The only relevance to all this now, as Adeline continued to provide, pressing up and against him, then back by the same measure, was that it was at last unnecessary. Deep into their lovemaking, similar to how he was no longer consistently distractable, he no longer required reassurance. Lin wanted to be here. Apparently every bit as much as he did. And that was... pretty great.

Acceleration held steady as she adjusted, picking up all the more when she lowered her head, when it felt as though the whole of her contracted. For a moment his hand pressed firmly while other movement persisted, but then it was retreating, moving back up to join the other in a shifted hold where hips narrowed to waist. Breath came in shallow gasps as he leaned full into the intensity of physical and emotional sensation which he'd previously gently fought against.

And let a drawn out, idiotic grunt as seemed a necessary accompaniment to any such conclusion, thin shudders rippling through him.

It didn't bring an end to motion, hips continuing to feebly buck and writhe, enjoying the continued press of skin as several long exhales fell freely from slightly parted lips. Hands roved in soft and slow traces up her back while her tried to remind his heart it needn't escape through his ribs. Words technically partnered with his breaths, but it was mostly "oh"s and "god"s. Probably a "christ" or two. Nothing much communicative.
Adeline tensed for the increase and pressure, shivering rapid little breaths with surprise that didn't cease. Before him she went, replacing his touch with her own for good measure she could afford, intent on carrying and intensifying everything for as long as she possibly could. There were only moments between to anticipate how she shuddered and trembled into the hands at her waist. Even less for his following. All the while, every warm breath of hers continued to seemingly be sent back from the sheets and across her face, washing her with even more colour.

Only then did her hand withdraw to hold herself up onto both forearms as she had been. The rest of their sensations which persisted, how they reacted and ran their course, went without disruption on her behalf. Eyelids closed and soft brows furrowed, Adeline savoured in simpatico, in the easing palms that roamed across her back. Another gasp or two remained, but these were sparks that she indulged in rather than altogether lost herself to.

What private affections they'd managed to express, and how delicate it felt to exchange them. Adeline was usually a reasonable woman with a remarkable poker face, but even she recognised what difficulty she was going to have acting ignorant in a room where his presence and glances now held more meaning. Reminders. A thought to address or completely disregard later, when she could properly think instead of only feel everything around her.

Unable to do anything less or anything more than breathe herself back, Adeline's only answer was a long and trembling hum. With his hands upon her back she adjusted her weight, leaning forwardly into her shoulders once again, riddled with such deep and dangerous feelings she should've known to expect.
In time, only moments really, his breathing slowed its heaves and could return again to measured ease. So too came the option of doing aught but clumsily communicate his appreciation and continued affection with the gliding touch of fingers and palms. Briefly he leaned over her again, lips replacing hands in a short line of throwaway kisses.

Then he'd withdraw, carefully shifting back and to the side. The mattress was merely a queen, but it left ample room for him to tuck a shoulder and collapse beside her, mostly on his back but angled, rolled slightly toward her. And once more he sought those eyes.

His own were half lidded, content and at ease. Possibly a touch sleepy. An inevitable effect of alcohol. And other things. One hand was occupied, but the other moved to graze her cheek, perhaps brush at a few strands or even tuck them behind an ear. And he leaned further toward her, angling for a soft kiss.

The squint would intensify as he smiled, broad and bright. "Thank you," fell free as a sigh. He couldn't linger, though, realizing he'd overlooked placing a trash can near the bed. The nearest was in the attached bathroom, and this was where he'd head after rolling off the bed, one hand yet ensuring nothing slipped off to spill a mess.

Cleanup was sure easier this way, so there was that.
Lowering to her front and then turning halfheartedly to the side, she was in a place where she met his gaze rather than tracked it. Her smile was slight but earnest, letting him wear the fuller expression she couldn't seem to muster all at once, but certainly he earned a returned squint after he kissed her. Sharper and foxy. Off the top of her mind, Adeline couldn't recall ever being thanked like one did a woman of the night. But she could presume, deduce, he was thanking a silver lining.

She contemplated him fondly for a second, pressing a knuckle under his chin as he sighed, then left.

Adeline would trace after his footsteps but not quite yet, not quite immediately. On a Friday evening she could stand to benefit from an afterglow that left her split somewhere between a balmy reverie and the comfort of the sheets.
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