Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

Mm...indeed it does. You did bring me home after all, she retorted with a mischievous wink. Though she was logically modest, she was keen on realizing just what a catch she in fact was. She had long since realized that most women were far from being as endowed as she was. Most women lacked the magnetism she obtained, sense of humor and capability of throwing back any bit of insult that was tossed her way. Evelyn was one of a kind, and though most that knew her were blinded by their own covetousness, she tried her very best to ignore the false claims settled against her. When it came down to it, she was far from ignorant and wouldn't dare belittle herself in the sense of not coming off as a cocky bitch. Let them think what they wanted, she had every reason to flaunt what her mother had gifted her with. Even so, she was more than aware that Darryll had chosen her for a significant reason. To entice this man to the point where he was currently gracing her body with the soft, fuzzy prickle of a fresh strawberry? She had to of done something right, and whatever that something was, she hoped it wouldn't go away. Evelyn was a sucker for his attention, and if she was given the chance, she would happily lay here and be admired by him for as long as he wished. A supple, appreciative moan left her the moment he began teasing her nipple to a hardened state, and while her spine arched and she pushed her chest up towards the source of resistance, she didn't dare move anything else. She was curious as to what he had planned, and finding her senses currently on overload of this sexual, sweet scent of fruit, of course she tried to bite into the morsel. It was afterward, when she was washed with the feeling of disappointment and amusement, did he finally give her what she wanted. Evelyn had come to the conclusion the very moment he had pressed his mouth to her own when they were at the club, that she adored kissing him. The way his lips meshed to her's, his tongue stroking and yet fighting for dominance, sending a rush of tart juice across her taste buds. The young woman was an absolute mess beneath him, digging her fingertips into the broad expanse of his shoulders, keening on the point of keeping him as physically close to her as humanly possible. She was certain her skin would be sticky with the consistent seeping of the strawberry's sap, yet she didn't care. That was the least of her worries, as she hadn't any to begin with. It was difficult to hold herself back, and finally giving up, she let out a barrage of whimpers, his touch far too talented. The way he palmed her breasts, suckled on the susceptible sakura bud and rose a fury of arousal within the bowels of her body was magnificent. No one had dared to conjure up such an extreme rejoinder, as Evelyn fought to keep herself grounded. Yet, part of her won out and she grasped gingerly upon the back of his neck, urging him further down towards the source of her irate throbbing. She was wet, warm and eager down there between her thighs, the continuous thrumming of her heartbeat driving her mad. Even if she wanted him to quickly narrow his attention on the peak of her sensitivity, she hadn't it in her heart to ruin this torturously slow process of finally being gifted this elusive claim that this man was an absolute fiend when given a delectable treat. Before she could prepare herself, his face was buried against her and she gasped, flinching beneath his shameless display of soaking in her scent. Fuck, she breathed out, unable to actually find any other coherent word to say. Darryll did a good job of that, making her mind go blank and body grow rigid with anticipation. She just wanted him to fucking devour her, and she was given all the proof to know, that he would. After all, she was nude on his bed in a pair of skimpy stilettos. What kind of man could resist such a sight?