Thread: Killing in the Name of... (Closed for ShadesOfGrey)

OOC Haha, most certainly! Nothing like an added dose of realism and firepower to increase the tension! Feeling his cock pop free and bounce in the cool fabricated air of the hotel room Ivan shivered with a mixture of delight and suspense. He watched with a hungry gaze as Kelly stripped herself in one smooth movement, fixed her hair, and walked with liquid grace to and from the mini-bar. Accepting the drink without a pause and following Kelly's example rather quickly, downing it with ease. All he could taste was the addition of alcohol to his system, the typical burning sensation that followed was all but forgotten as he felt Kelly's legs clenching against his sides. He did not mind in the least that she was atop him, though it was relative since he was quite taller and their heads were nearly even with her straddling his thighs. The minor adjustments and movements his new friend was making to remain upright above him continued to send small shudders and sensations through his spine. New friends... Ivan murmured, turning the phrase over in his mind even as he reached for Kelly's body. His powerful hands squeezed the soft flesh beneath her tempting lingerie, grinding the soft fabric into her sweet breasts. With ease, dexterity, and swiftness Ivan reached around to undo the clasp that held her delightful mounds in their well designed prison. Immediately his hands were beneath the fabric, now that there was no separation between his hands and her breasts the real power in each of his hands was easy to feel. Ivan squeezed slowly, allowing the malleable flesh to slip slowly from his grasp until it was just his fingertips holding her hard nipples with firm, but gentle pressure. Gently he rolled the sensitive flesh between his fingers as he once again moved his face closer to Kelly's, accepting her hungry kiss with his own eagerly ravenous one. The kiss broke reluctantly as Ivan allowed himself to wilt back onto the bed, Kelly followed him closely, but not before he was able to whip the rest of the clingy fabric from her chest. It ended up in a pile on the floor. Discarded just like their mutual feelings of frustration with the other so many months ago, and though it would be picked up and put back on in the morning that was something Ivan was not concerned with. He could feel Kelly beginning to match his own reactionary humping of hips. Just small ones, like twitches, that neither he or her could control. Things were rapidly heating, and Ivan could no longer wait patiently. Kelly, He growled between kisses, simply saying her name in away that conveyed every of the few things he was thinking. He was ready, he wanted more, and it was going to be quite the passionate, intense, and powerful things. When it happened. To aid that, his hands slipped down to her hips. Gently he twisted the thing fabric further down her bottom, beginning to slip her panties from her waist. Between them his cock was throbbing, it was like a hot poker and bits of his fluids were already beginning to leave trails between their equally hard abdomen's. Without another moment's hesitation, Ivan flexed his arms powerfully, and the sound of ripping fabric filled the room as her now torn panties joined the brassiere on the floor.