Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

You. Me. Shower. Now. Yes, please... Claire was intoxicated by this man, her fingers running, and tugging on Lance's hair, her mouth greedy and demanding, feeling herself pressed up against the wall. She was so ready - she was ready to be filled, and consumed with him. To have to wait was torturous, and that was precisely what he was doing. He pulled her into the bathroom and said Don't you dare move a finger. I want to undress you myself. Then he placed his thumbs against the waistline of those skintight pants of hers and started slowly pulling them down. She could have groaned outloud. He was dragging this on for far too long. Her patience was going to run out. As long as he was going to make both of them wait, Claire took this opportunity to run her fingers down his delicious body, running her fingers, slow over the curve of his neck, dipping into his muscled back and shoulders. She helped him, inching the leggings off, breathing heavily. She placed an unstable hand against the bathroom sink, when all she wanted to do was wrap her legs around his waist, and bind him to her. Underneath her black leggings, she had on a pair of black lace panties just for the occasion. She had an idea that if today went well, she would be either here or screaming in the Lance's King bed, adjacent to the bathroom. My turn... She waited until he came up to her, eye to eye, and kissed him passionately, her tongue pushing inside his warm and inviting mouth again. All the while, her hands were digging through layers of fabrics, unzipping his pants, careful not to be too hasty as to injure him intimately, and pulled his shorts down to the floor. She could see a perfect outline of where he had hidden his erection from her. She leaned against his frame, tracing the outline of his cock, closing her eyes for a moment, imagining what was going to happen in mere minutes. She hoped it would - he was taking too long in stripping her of her body. She just wanted to be plunged into oblivion. His words kept coming back to her, You are a temptress, Claire. And when we get into my room I'm going to make you scream. I'm going to make you come so hard you'll have trouble walking. You will know the meaning of the word 'ravaged' after I'm through with you, girl. Mmm... She thought. Her insides felt like they were being liquidated from this man. Please, oh please, make me scream sooner rather than later... Claire ran her slender legs up and down his, her hands still hadn't left Lance's erect penis. If he was going to make her wait and prolong their suffering, she was going to do the same to him. With a coy smile, she bent down between his legs, and inched them apart. She wasn't going to wait anymore - stripping him of his underwear, allowing him to spring free for her. She didn't wait for the fabric to hit the floor before she began exploring - tracing the sensitive skin with a manicured finger, stroking him with all five fingers. She pulled away, her fingers gripped his hips, held him steady, and opened her mouth to taste him. He tasted irresistible - her dark forbidden fruit with a tinge of sweat. Idly, she wondered the last time he had plunged into his wife. She made a mental note to remind him ... after they were done exploring each other's bodies. She sank her mouth on him, drawing her beautiful specimen inside her hot, greedy, and hungry mouth.