...see beyond the moment
Void of Awkward;
with much intent
It had been one of her classmates parties. The house was shared between the five friends and the party had been in full swing since class finished, while Ophelia had taken the time to go to her apartment, change and get dinner then grab Rictor on the way. She'd only just taken to calling him her boyfriend, and sure enough, she liked it more than she'd thought. So a party together was nothing.
After four hours, a lot of drinking and a fair bit of dancing, Ophelia found herself on the table in the sitting room, sandwiched between two of her classmates, laughing heartily and dancing joyously. She could see Ric just fine, so she carried on, amusing herself even while Sarah's hands moved to her waist, and Joy's hands ventured higher, cupping Ophelia's breasts to the roar of laughter and encouragement from their audience. Not one to be outdone in the attention stakes, Sarah moved closer, pressing her own chest against the back of Joy's hands and kissing a wet trail along Ophelia's pale neck.
The girls head tilted back, eyes closing as Sarah continued, until one of Joy's hands went to Ophelia's jaw, tilting her head to the side and sealing their lips together. Thinking nothing of it, Ophelia kissed her classmate back, smiling against the kiss while Joy dipped a hand to rub against Ophelia's crotch through her skirt, sparking a moan from her throat. When Sarah bit down on Ophelia's neck, Joy and Ophelia's lips had to part as Ophelia gasped out and moaned.
They weren't so much dancing any more as simply putting on a show. Ophelia's head was on Joy's shoulder while Sarah pressed in close to press her lips against Joy's, licking her way into the blond girl's mouth while her hand slid up Ophelia's top to rub at her pert, soft breasts. The cheers from the crowd didn't rightly stifle any of the moans or the gasps of pleasure from the girl's, and as Joy's hand went under Ophelia's skirt, the roar rose as guys around the room high fived each other. Ophelia caught sight of Rictor, standing where he had been, a small smirk on his face as he sipped from his beer bottle. And then her eyes slid closed as Joy's fingers slid past her panties.
Rubbing herself back and forward on Joy's fingers, Ophelia's hand gripped the blonde's thigh while her other hand ran through Sarah's hair, pulling her over to seal their lips together. Ophelia kissed and sucked and nibbled at Sarah's lips, Joy's fingers pressing all her buttons and making that heat flow through her all the more. But as Joy bit at Ophelia's neck, the redhead glanced back to where Ric was standing, finding him missing. Her heart sunk a little, and she carefully disentangled herself from the two girls, pulling her clothes right as she moved through the gathered crowd to the back of the room. The disappointment from Ophelia's departure quickly dwindled as Joy and Sarah started making out and petting at one another.
Ophelia moved to the hall, finding it empty, "Rictor?" She didn't get it, she'd known he was amused by it, she'd seen him. Opening three doors in an attempt to find him, she was starting to think he'd just bailed when someone grabbed him from behind, pulling her back and up against a wall before covering her with their body and kissing her breath away. She didn't even struggle, able to just feel that it was Rictor. She relaxed against him, able to just feel the arousal buzzing from his body, her own practically doubling at the press of his body against her.
He'd always known how to kiss, his mouth was made for it, she was sure. The first time she'd kissed him had been one morning he'd stayed over following a night of movie reruns. She always liked snuggling into something, so Rictor stayed. And after breakfast and yet more early morning cartoons, she'd felt compelled by something to kiss him. They'd laid out on her bed, just kissing and talking the rest of the day, and Ophelia knew then that he had a mouth made for kisses.
It didn't change, if anything, he only got better, and she only craved more. Like right now, with him pushing her into the wall, practically stealing her breath away. Naturally, she clung to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close and kissing back for all she was worth. He always tasted the same; pure joy, intense lust and that comforting sense of home. Always with a sweet underlying taste that Ophelia categorised as purely Rictor. His hands gripped at her thighs, running up the back of her legs while she stroked her hands up to his neck and into the back of his hair, letting the soft strands run through her fingers.
Dimly, she was aware of the noise of the crowd just along the hall, even as Rictor pressed against her, making her gasp and telling her blatantly that he was as far from annoyed at her little show. Of course the fact that he pinned her to a wall and invaded her mouth with his tongue should've been informing enough. Still, Ophelia found it a decent enough cue when Ric pulled her from the hallway into an empty room and pressed her back against the door, all the while nibbling on her neck and ear. She loved it when he did it, she practically purred like a kitten from the sensations, fingers pulling at his hair and back arching to press more skin against him.
She wasn't even sure when he'd slid her panties down, or when he'd undone himself and gotten a condom on, but before she was even aware of it, Rictor lifted her legs and slid into her easily, pulling a long, low groan from her lips as her legs automatically tightened around his waist and she gripped to his shoulders, his name a whisper on her lips. She knew he had this little exhibitionistic streak, she didn't know he had a girl on girl fetish. Whatever his kinks, Ophelia didn't care right then, not with Rictor's hands sliding under her shirt in the same way Sarah's had, but sparking so much more heat out of her at the action. Those talented, long fingers slipped inside her bra, stroking over her peaking nipples and his hips pressed up into her and his mouth continued to drive her crazy. Whoever said men couldn't multi-task hadn't seen Julio Richter have sex.
She loved the way he bucked up, pushing her harder into the door. The way he groaned against her neck, sending little tremors and jolts along her spine. The way his fingers danced over her breasts teasingly before brushing harder against her sensitive tips. The way his luscious, kiss swollen lips closed over hers, suckling on her bottom lip before nipping it gently with his teeth. How his hair went every which way as she pulled at the silken locks. The noises he pulled from her throat, the utter need he forced her to feel, that spiralling desire that did nothing but multiply as he thrust into her, pushed her towards her completion. Because Rictor was nothing if not attentive. He knew every way to get her off, every way to make her scream his name while she floated on a buzzing bliss of weightless pleasure. He knew just when to slip a hand between them, just how hard to brush the nail of his thumb against her clit and how to buck into her then, how the grip on her hip and press of teeth into her neck would trigger it all at just the right minute.
Pure bliss lanced through her, and her muscles clenched around him while she pushed her mouth against his to muffle her scream. Somehow, the pleasure only intensified, and Rictor groaned into her mouth, gripping her hips while he bucked up, thrusting without rhythm, gripping her hips tightly as he did. When his peak hit, Ophelia felt the moan against her lips and pulled his hair again, tugging him into a much deeper kiss. They stayed like that for a while, even after both felt sated and content, Rictor holding her up against the door, her legs hooked around his hips and arms over his shoulders. She looked to kiss every trace of anything out of his mouth, tongue teasing against his before he took utter control and stole her breath again.
It took the fact that both were starting to get slowly more hot and bothered as the kisses progressed to pull them apart. "You'll strain your back." Ophelia murmured, nibbling along Rictor's jaw while his thumbs rubbed over her breasts. "We should pull ourselves together." Although Ophelia made no move to do so, happy to lazily kiss at Rictor's skin. But his legs would cramp, and that wouldn't be fun, so her legs were carefully placed on the floor as Rictor withdrew and Ophelia released a soft sigh, leaning against the door practically boneless from pleasure.
Rictor righted himself first, taking care of everything to appear presentable at least before smirking at Ophelia. Instead of helping her to pull up her panties, Rictor pulled them off from around her ankle, folding them over and placing them in the bedside table drawer. "What're you doing?" Kinky streaks were one thing, randomly leaving underwear -her underwear- in peoples rooms was another thing entirely.
With a smirk, Rictor moved to stand in front of her again, his fingers getting rather bold as she sorted her pert little breasts into her bra again. "It's Joy's room," he whispered against her ear, just as his index finger teased at her clit. "She'll know what they're for." And at that point, Ophelia didn't even care to argue, far too interested in Rictor's questing fingers. "Home?" At his whispered offer, she nodded her head, giggling slightly to hide the wine when he pulled his hand away and tugged her with the other hand, pulling her out the door. "Come on, or I'll have to stop behind some trees. Just knowing you're not wearing knickers it getting me bloody hard."
They made it to her apartment in record time.
with much intent
It had been one of her classmates parties. The house was shared between the five friends and the party had been in full swing since class finished, while Ophelia had taken the time to go to her apartment, change and get dinner then grab Rictor on the way. She'd only just taken to calling him her boyfriend, and sure enough, she liked it more than she'd thought. So a party together was nothing.
After four hours, a lot of drinking and a fair bit of dancing, Ophelia found herself on the table in the sitting room, sandwiched between two of her classmates, laughing heartily and dancing joyously. She could see Ric just fine, so she carried on, amusing herself even while Sarah's hands moved to her waist, and Joy's hands ventured higher, cupping Ophelia's breasts to the roar of laughter and encouragement from their audience. Not one to be outdone in the attention stakes, Sarah moved closer, pressing her own chest against the back of Joy's hands and kissing a wet trail along Ophelia's pale neck.
The girls head tilted back, eyes closing as Sarah continued, until one of Joy's hands went to Ophelia's jaw, tilting her head to the side and sealing their lips together. Thinking nothing of it, Ophelia kissed her classmate back, smiling against the kiss while Joy dipped a hand to rub against Ophelia's crotch through her skirt, sparking a moan from her throat. When Sarah bit down on Ophelia's neck, Joy and Ophelia's lips had to part as Ophelia gasped out and moaned.
They weren't so much dancing any more as simply putting on a show. Ophelia's head was on Joy's shoulder while Sarah pressed in close to press her lips against Joy's, licking her way into the blond girl's mouth while her hand slid up Ophelia's top to rub at her pert, soft breasts. The cheers from the crowd didn't rightly stifle any of the moans or the gasps of pleasure from the girl's, and as Joy's hand went under Ophelia's skirt, the roar rose as guys around the room high fived each other. Ophelia caught sight of Rictor, standing where he had been, a small smirk on his face as he sipped from his beer bottle. And then her eyes slid closed as Joy's fingers slid past her panties.
Rubbing herself back and forward on Joy's fingers, Ophelia's hand gripped the blonde's thigh while her other hand ran through Sarah's hair, pulling her over to seal their lips together. Ophelia kissed and sucked and nibbled at Sarah's lips, Joy's fingers pressing all her buttons and making that heat flow through her all the more. But as Joy bit at Ophelia's neck, the redhead glanced back to where Ric was standing, finding him missing. Her heart sunk a little, and she carefully disentangled herself from the two girls, pulling her clothes right as she moved through the gathered crowd to the back of the room. The disappointment from Ophelia's departure quickly dwindled as Joy and Sarah started making out and petting at one another.
Ophelia moved to the hall, finding it empty, "Rictor?" She didn't get it, she'd known he was amused by it, she'd seen him. Opening three doors in an attempt to find him, she was starting to think he'd just bailed when someone grabbed him from behind, pulling her back and up against a wall before covering her with their body and kissing her breath away. She didn't even struggle, able to just feel that it was Rictor. She relaxed against him, able to just feel the arousal buzzing from his body, her own practically doubling at the press of his body against her.
He'd always known how to kiss, his mouth was made for it, she was sure. The first time she'd kissed him had been one morning he'd stayed over following a night of movie reruns. She always liked snuggling into something, so Rictor stayed. And after breakfast and yet more early morning cartoons, she'd felt compelled by something to kiss him. They'd laid out on her bed, just kissing and talking the rest of the day, and Ophelia knew then that he had a mouth made for kisses.
It didn't change, if anything, he only got better, and she only craved more. Like right now, with him pushing her into the wall, practically stealing her breath away. Naturally, she clung to his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close and kissing back for all she was worth. He always tasted the same; pure joy, intense lust and that comforting sense of home. Always with a sweet underlying taste that Ophelia categorised as purely Rictor. His hands gripped at her thighs, running up the back of her legs while she stroked her hands up to his neck and into the back of his hair, letting the soft strands run through her fingers.
Dimly, she was aware of the noise of the crowd just along the hall, even as Rictor pressed against her, making her gasp and telling her blatantly that he was as far from annoyed at her little show. Of course the fact that he pinned her to a wall and invaded her mouth with his tongue should've been informing enough. Still, Ophelia found it a decent enough cue when Ric pulled her from the hallway into an empty room and pressed her back against the door, all the while nibbling on her neck and ear. She loved it when he did it, she practically purred like a kitten from the sensations, fingers pulling at his hair and back arching to press more skin against him.
She wasn't even sure when he'd slid her panties down, or when he'd undone himself and gotten a condom on, but before she was even aware of it, Rictor lifted her legs and slid into her easily, pulling a long, low groan from her lips as her legs automatically tightened around his waist and she gripped to his shoulders, his name a whisper on her lips. She knew he had this little exhibitionistic streak, she didn't know he had a girl on girl fetish. Whatever his kinks, Ophelia didn't care right then, not with Rictor's hands sliding under her shirt in the same way Sarah's had, but sparking so much more heat out of her at the action. Those talented, long fingers slipped inside her bra, stroking over her peaking nipples and his hips pressed up into her and his mouth continued to drive her crazy. Whoever said men couldn't multi-task hadn't seen Julio Richter have sex.
She loved the way he bucked up, pushing her harder into the door. The way he groaned against her neck, sending little tremors and jolts along her spine. The way his fingers danced over her breasts teasingly before brushing harder against her sensitive tips. The way his luscious, kiss swollen lips closed over hers, suckling on her bottom lip before nipping it gently with his teeth. How his hair went every which way as she pulled at the silken locks. The noises he pulled from her throat, the utter need he forced her to feel, that spiralling desire that did nothing but multiply as he thrust into her, pushed her towards her completion. Because Rictor was nothing if not attentive. He knew every way to get her off, every way to make her scream his name while she floated on a buzzing bliss of weightless pleasure. He knew just when to slip a hand between them, just how hard to brush the nail of his thumb against her clit and how to buck into her then, how the grip on her hip and press of teeth into her neck would trigger it all at just the right minute.
Pure bliss lanced through her, and her muscles clenched around him while she pushed her mouth against his to muffle her scream. Somehow, the pleasure only intensified, and Rictor groaned into her mouth, gripping her hips while he bucked up, thrusting without rhythm, gripping her hips tightly as he did. When his peak hit, Ophelia felt the moan against her lips and pulled his hair again, tugging him into a much deeper kiss. They stayed like that for a while, even after both felt sated and content, Rictor holding her up against the door, her legs hooked around his hips and arms over his shoulders. She looked to kiss every trace of anything out of his mouth, tongue teasing against his before he took utter control and stole her breath again.
It took the fact that both were starting to get slowly more hot and bothered as the kisses progressed to pull them apart. "You'll strain your back." Ophelia murmured, nibbling along Rictor's jaw while his thumbs rubbed over her breasts. "We should pull ourselves together." Although Ophelia made no move to do so, happy to lazily kiss at Rictor's skin. But his legs would cramp, and that wouldn't be fun, so her legs were carefully placed on the floor as Rictor withdrew and Ophelia released a soft sigh, leaning against the door practically boneless from pleasure.
Rictor righted himself first, taking care of everything to appear presentable at least before smirking at Ophelia. Instead of helping her to pull up her panties, Rictor pulled them off from around her ankle, folding them over and placing them in the bedside table drawer. "What're you doing?" Kinky streaks were one thing, randomly leaving underwear -her underwear- in peoples rooms was another thing entirely.
With a smirk, Rictor moved to stand in front of her again, his fingers getting rather bold as she sorted her pert little breasts into her bra again. "It's Joy's room," he whispered against her ear, just as his index finger teased at her clit. "She'll know what they're for." And at that point, Ophelia didn't even care to argue, far too interested in Rictor's questing fingers. "Home?" At his whispered offer, she nodded her head, giggling slightly to hide the wine when he pulled his hand away and tugged her with the other hand, pulling her out the door. "Come on, or I'll have to stop behind some trees. Just knowing you're not wearing knickers it getting me bloody hard."
They made it to her apartment in record time.