+- The Simple Life (https://thesimplelife-rp.com)
+-- Forum: Writing (https://thesimplelife-rp.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=1)
+--- Forum: Human AU (https://thesimplelife-rp.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=2)
+--- Thread: you're the wolf (/showthread.php?tid=17)
you're the wolf - koi - 10-05-2024
Ginevra is so wrapped up in herself, she thinks she just might die of embarrassment right here. She doesn't even realize that the pillow had nearly hit Matteo in the face, that he'd caught it, or that he has crossed the empty space to the bedside. So when the cool flesh of his finger brushes the edge of her ear, Ginevra jumps visibly, her head twisting to the side to stare at him in wide-eyed shock. She lays so still she doesn't even think she's breathing, and much to her horror, heat flares even lower in her belly, making her fight the urge to squirm.
Ginevra is so shell-shocked from his featherlight touch gliding across her skin that she can't form the words to respond to his gentle reprimand, which is probably for the best. Her mind is racing, trying to figure out how he knew that about her, but before she can think too hard about it, she's distracted by the godsdamned pillow being pushed back into her grasp, brushing against the sensitive skin of her belly. Absently, she curls a hand back around the cushion, her eyes still fixated on the sharp planes of Matteo's face.
{{"Cosa?"}} ( What? ) she asks breathlessly and a little dumbly. What about him? Ginevra squints, trying to make sense of the question; the dawning is slow, but her head clears just a little with the inches of space he allows her. {{"Oh,"}} she murmurs as she realizes what he'd picked up on while she was stumbling gloriously over every word out of her mouth. {{"Niente,"}} ( Nothing ) Ginevra lies unconvincingly, {{"Io solo, ehm—"}} ( I just, um— ) Biting her lip, she flushes pink again and tucks her head down into the pillow once more, hiding her reddened face as she mumbles hastily against the fabric, {{"haiunprofumodavverobuono."}} ( yousmellreallynice )
RE: you're the wolf - droid - 10-06-2024
Matteo:
But that was a battle he was losing very quickly.
Lifting himself, he sat on the edge of the bed, close enough for him to know that his scent would assault her again. A smirk lifted the corners of his lips as he thought for a moment, before he removed his black shirt in one swift motion. Taking it, he casually draped it across her shoulders, taking care to place it under her beautiful red curls.
"You looked cold," he mumbled, his fingers trailing up from her shoulder to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear before continuing to the back of her neck, where he took gentle hold with his fingers. He was dangerously close now, her own scent filling his nose and making him think of nothing else but her. His dick strained against the material of his jeans as he leaned forward, his lips brushing along her cheek and got breath tickling her lobe. "I'd love to help you warm up," his voice was husky, thick with desire while his muscles flexed in a vain attempt to not divulge in his fantasies right this moment.
RE: you're the wolf - koi - 10-06-2024
He doesn't say anything at first, and Ginevra is too terrified to look at him, her flushed face hidden in the fabric of the pillowcase as she prays her ears aren't as red as they feel (they're redder, almost as flaming bright as her hair). Why did she say that? Alcohol, obviously, but damn her for not just keeping her stupid mouth shut. Matteo probably thinks she's a vapid idiot, a naive little girl who's just wasting his time by even being here. Whilst she's having an absolute mental breakdown in her head, it gives Matteo an opportunity to gather the composure she doesn't even know he's hanging onto by a thread, and she's mid-spiral by the time his weight sinks down onto the bed beside her.
She exhales a little noise of surprise, pulling her freckled face back from the pillow to find him stripping off his t-shirt. Her eyes are as wide as saucers when he leans in, her fingers white-knuckled around the pillow as she exists in a state of frozen shock whilst the man she'd watched beat two men to death with his bare hands drapes his shirt over her shoulders with a gentleness that contradicts everything she knows about him. Ginevra can't help the way her eyes dart over his bare chest, taking in the expanse of hard muscles and intricate ink, the dark hair past his navel that leads a path to—no. Nope. Not going there.
Her eyes dart back up towards his face in a slight panic, hoping he hasn't noticed, but with how close he's leaning into her now, his fingers curled around the back of her neck, there's no chance he hasn't. His breath tickles her cheek, ghosting over her ear, and a shiver ripples down her neck, nearly trembling beneath the supple weight of his palm. "I'd love to help you warm up," he murmurs invitingly, his tone so honey soft that she wants to melt into it. {{"How?"}} Ginevra breathes, her nostrils flaring slightly as her eyes search his face in avid curiosity, despite her uncertainty. She's not stupid, she knows what arousal is and the sorts of things that people do with it, but she has no experience with it herself other than exploratory touching that only ever gave her a whisper of the pleasure she's heard about, and at some point, she'd stopped trying. But she quite literally has nothing left to lose now, and the growing heat between her thighs is enough to have her wanting to know exactly what it is that Matteo is offering.
RE: you're the wolf - droid - 10-08-2024
Matteo:
It took everything in him to refrain from reminding her that his eyes were up here, as he caught her checking him out. The flush of blood to her cheeks once she realized he'd seen her only made him more hungry, and it seemed that she placed a delectable little cherry on top of the piece of cake that she presented herself as.
"How?" she questioned him, her voice breathy and light into his ear. For a split second, his mind stalled. Was she... A virgin? He pulled back from her, hand sliding to cup the underside of her jaw as he seemed to inspect her for a moment. It could be the alcohol, but she did appear quite flustered with his approach... Only one way to find out, and he was having far too much fun to stop or draw back now.
His mismatched eyes found and held hers as his other hand roamed, fingers slowly trailing up her stomach, and then outlining the perfect curve of her breast. Fingertips ran over the smooth silky fabric that left nothing for his mind to imagine, but he was too focused on seeing how she responded on him to feast on her body... For now.
"By touching you," he responded matter-of-factly, a ghost of a smirk the only precursor to what he was about to do.
And then both hands slid down the sides of her as he leaned forward, fingers cupping around her ass cheeks as he efficiently pulled her from her spot and straddling him instead, hoping the element of surprise rendered her compliant.
One hand released her ass to you with her nipple until it hardened. "...here..." he mumbled, acutely aware of the warmth against his stomach and groin from her. His hand lowered as he shifted his weight to allow better access to the area between her thighs, fingertips dancing along the exposed flesh of her inner thigh. "....and here..." he licked his lips, imagination running wild as he dared not to go too far, at least not yet.
And then his eyes found her lips, and he leaned in, unable to restrain himself any longer as his mouth pressed firmly against hers.
RE: you're the wolf - koi - 10-09-2024
His palm slides from her nape to curl around her jaw, studying her face with a sudden scrutiny that makes her want to shy away, embarrassment burning in her at the obvious naivety of her question. Will he leave her here now, flustered and wondering what she missed out on? Matteo is older than her, and she doesn't doubt that he has a veritable dragon's hoard of knowledge and experience in this...particular department; Ginevra feels like a silly little girl in comparison, uncertain how she could possibly be worth his time—and even more uncertain why a part of her wants to be. She's never thought about anyone like this, never been so close to another person in a way that wasn't purely platonic or professional. Up until now, her life had been extremely sheltered, her every move watched and guarded, but those boundaries have gone up in flames, and Matteo risks dragging her into the fire.
Just when her racing thoughts have convinced her that he won't have an interest in her like that anymore, his fingertips skim up the sensitive skin of her belly, disrupting the soft silk of her borrowed nightgown. Ginevra is completely spellstruck by the intensity of his gaze holding hers, and a gasp parts her lips when he boldly trails a path over her breast. She's remarkably responsive, her skin erupting in goosebumps and her nipples beginning to harden beneath the fabric at the mere ghost of his touch. "By touching you," he tells her shamelessly, and her eyes widen in slight surprise. {{"I—"}} Before Ginevra can get a complete word out, he's letting go of her chin and blazing a trail of heat down her sides with his palms, roving all the way to her ass cheeks with such rapid surety that she can't even comprehend what he's doing before he's hoisting her up and onto his lap.
She yelps in surprise, her arms floundering for purchase before they find their way around his neck, one hand clinging to his nape and the other his bare shoulder. She hasn't even begun to recover herself—not that she honestly could right now—before his fingers find the peak of her nipple, coaxing it to life with precision accuracy. Ginevra can't help the whimper that slides from her lips at the sensation, and she isn't even consciously aware of the fact that she's leaning into his touch, all but pushing her breast into his hand. And then that heat is gone, leaving her nipple hard enough to cut glass, and her addled brain is disappointed for the few seconds it takes for his hand to move from her breast to her inner thigh, and that is a different sensation entirely.
Her muscles twitch and jump beneath the featherlight dance of his fingers over her skin, tantalizingly close to the wet warmth that's pooling embarrassingly quickly in the fabric of her underwear. Ginevra squirms in his lap, not quite certain if she's trying to get him away from or closer to that aching heat between her legs, pulsing demandingly in tandem with the rapid thuds of her heart. Is he talking? She can't hear anything over the rush of blood in her ears, and then his mouth is slanting over hers, and every conscious thought floods her brain in less than a second. She comes alive in his hands, her hands sliding into his hair as she leans into him, her breasts pressing into the heat of his chest and her torso melting against his. The movement has the added, inadvertent result of his finger brushing the damp scrap of fabric between her legs, and Ginevra moans softly into his mouth, her hips rocking in a small, reflexive motion—like she's searching for the friction of his hand where she needs it most.
RE: you're the wolf - droid - 11-18-2024
Matteo:
Briefly, he had been worried that he would need to coax her, to persuade her body into bending to his will. But much to his amazement, Ginevra opened up like a freshly bloomed flower, her body fluidly moving against him with increasingly urgency as she wordlessly demanded his attention. His touch seemed to only entice her further as he felt her hips roll towards him, causing his fingers to brush against her wet panties—
And it was at this moment that Matteo lost what little self control he had left.
The base of his shaft achingly throbbed as it pressed painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Breaking their kiss, his breaths came heavy as he twisted their forms around, all but throwing her to the bed as he deftly rose only to rid himself of what clothing he had left. Feet nearly tangled in the crumbled jeans as he closed the distance between them within seconds, his body pressing hers into the bed as his lips crushed against hers. His tongue violated her mouth, tasting every inch within as his hands roved over her torso, grabbing at her breasts before sliding between her legs once again.
Despite the ferocity, the tips of his fingers danced over her fabric of her panties, revelling in the feeling of her lips underneath. Tucked up next to her laying on the bed, his dick pressed into her thigh, his eyes watching his hand play with her for a few moments before he looked at her.
And with one hand, he quite literally tore the sodden piece of undergarment off of her.
Rolling on top, his hips aligned with hers, but he hesitated slightly, moving slower to slide the length f him along the surface of her wetness; up and down until he was well lubed up. One hand, weight balanced on his elbow, toyed with the lowest breast, her nipple being gently squeezed and rubbed with his damp fingers. And then he repositioned his hips, the head near her opening and just about to penetrate as he then kissed her deeply.
”do you want it?” he couldn’t help the groan as he nearly thrusted into her, restraint slipping by the second as an almost animalistic fury threatened to take over to take what he wanted.