Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

She wasn't quite sure why, or how she had come to get herself into this lovely rendezvous this evening. If to her dismay, it didn't last more than tonight, Evelyn was well aware of the chance that they would now manage to bump into one another on campus. Life was spiteful that way. Before, she would have never noticed him in a crowded room, yet now, being this hopelessly attracted to him, he would be all she saw. Nonetheless, her gut was telling her that she had nothing to worry about. There was something about this ruggedly dashing, teasing brute that managed to mend with her own striking personality like strawberries and cream. Her thoughts were few and far between in the present, though, having now realized that she must have been in his dorm, yet she was gazing towards herself. She looked flushed, as she certainly felt it, and the length of the mirror seemed to accentuate the situation even more. It was only when music filtered through the deafening atmosphere and sultry lighting was added, was Evelyn aware that there was no turning back. Frankly, with his arm wrapped tightly about her waist and his tepid breath flowing out across the bared flesh of her shoulder, she wanted time to stand still. Long lashes fluttered in delight, whilst her spine arched just so, pushing perked breasts further forward. He was careful with her, and she appreciated such. Noting how thoughtful he was to not simply drop her dress upon the ground. That was the least of her concerns now, as her vision was gifted with the luscious sight of his shirtless form. By Gods, was he perfection. The Brazilian sexpot could feel her mouth begin to water in hunger, her heart thumping along a mismatched tempo which only rose the pressure of her blood all the more. If he didn't touch her soon, she was going to pounce and sink her teeth within her prey. He obliged nonetheless, muscles tensing beneath the flawlessly caramel flesh of her tummy. His comment about her choice in underwear and seeming to share some fashion sense with his grandmother forced her vision to drop, taking in just what she had worn. They were tiny, black and covered in lace. From the highly appraised thin straps that settled below her shapely hips, to the way the soft material left much to reveal on her backside, caressing her cheeks subtly. Your grandmother has fabulous taste, she commented in a sultry tone, her voice soon enough cut off with a soft moan. He was driving her up a wall, her form melding itself against his palms without hesitation, working against his fingers eagerly, needing friction. If he kept this up...her knees would give out and she'd fall. The sensation of having his hardened member digging into her from behind, to that impressive voice-over had her smiling brightly, her cheeks dimpling in amusement. He was gone the next instant, forcing Evelyn to open her eyes and wonder where he had-- ohhhh . Gazing down towards the rugby player, she dug her fingers within his hair and affectionately slid them back to rub at his neck gently. She hadn't expected the bout of feverish desire on his part, and so when he all but drove his face upwards in between her thighs, she couldn't help but yelp out. Her limbs shuddered and she reached outward, pressing sprawled fingertips against the cold surface of the mirror in front of her. Fuck, she breathed out, feeling herself begin to throb insistently whilst he breathed her feminine aroma in. It was a known weakness amongst her past lovers, that her ultimate addiction was to have a voracious man settled in between her splayed legs, trying to devour her from the inside out with his mouth. She was given the strong impression that Darryll would give her exactly what she loved, and much more. He happened to pull away though, sending a small whimper of disappointment through her throat. She knew with this pronounced change of atmosphere, they would be able to explore much more upon the comfortable contents of a bed. A single brow rose whilst digits interlaced and she followed him, the sharp clicks of her stilettos echoing out. A mattress within your office, she inquired playfully, looking towards him from the corner of her eyes. I wasn't aware that men of your stature would have such an...accessory. Especially in such a business-oriented environment, she quipped, biting down into her plump bottom lip to suppress her childish giggle.