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Cecilia’s eyes got wide and she just shook her head at him, playfully reaching forward to give his shoulders a little shove. She couldn’t exactly push him too much because he was the only thing keeping her out of the deeper water at that point, but she gave him the tiniest little push. “James Madden, you are a bit of a perv,” she teased, giggling her way through the accusation. She suddenly stopped laughing and gave him an entirely too sweet and innocent smile, “A finger poke, of course,” she tilted her head and asked, clearly trying not to laugh, “What other kind of poke could you possibly be thinking of? Please explain.” It was hard for her to keep a straight face as she tried to play innocent and embarrass him into an awkward explanation.
“Only a bit?” James joked right back at her, his grin widening as he felt the shadow of her punch on his shoulder. When she put on the innocent act, however, he couldn’t really help laughing softly. “You know, you say a finger poke like that can’t be dirty,” he pointed out. “You underestimate me.” To prove his point, he ran his index finger slowly along her jawline, then down the middle of her throat, and only stopped inches short of her breasts. “But if you’re good, I might show you all the different kinds of poke I know, someday,” he added, a wink completing the teasing words.
Truthfully, the type of kissing they were doing now never lasted that long in Jackie’s world. It was romantic and soft and deliriously addicting to feel his breath on her lips and his hands on her hips. And she normally cut it off before it got to be too much, distracting them with another move, or rushing into sex. But with Michael, she thought she could spend hours just kissing and feeling him close to her, enjoying how their bodies fit together so comfortably. Her own hands came down, one on each of his thighs, and she slowly dragged her fingers up and down the length of his legs, letting her palms and fingertips explore him. When her lips parted, wanting his tongue and more of him, she let out the faintest little moan for him. It didn’t even matter to her that she had forgotten her usual games, that she showed her cards with the vulnerable little sound, he would be blind to not realize that she wanted him.
Michael was a patient man, he had to be in his line of work, but the way they were kissing was more than just taking things slow. It felt like they were exploring each other, savoring this first time together even though both of them probably knew it wasn’t going to be the last. At least, Michael did. Or hoped. He wasn’t sure, anymore, and for such a confident animal, it was a scary new prospect. The moment her hands started moving along his legs, however, he knew there was nothing to worry about. His eyes opened when he drew back, but the sound she made had him leaning closer once again, lips finding the curve of her neck instead. His hands moved up from her hips, sliding along her sides until they settled on her breasts, slowly kneading them - there was no hiding behind silly banter and cheesy lines, now. “Are you sure?” he whispered in her ear, and he surprised even himself with that.
Cecilia laughed at the two of them, she had to admit, at least to herself, that the idea of having a fleet of baby cars for the little man sounded ridiculous and cute. She grinned to them both and shrugged her shoulders, “I would allow it. But only because it will prove to James that it’s time to actually settle on a house.” They certainly didn’t have room for a baby garage in the apartment and the bigger Charlie got, the more she realized that they needed to own up to out growing the apartment. It wasn’t just James, she loved living in the city, and living in the place she first spent time with her soon-to-be husband.
The blonde pressed her lips down onto Charlie’s head and smiled against the whispy little hairs, “See, you’re already a heart breaker,” she teased her son, tickling his sides a little. “These two were afraid of babies before you, but you’re so cute that..Michael! Reallly?” His joke made her shake her head at him while Jackie was busy laughing.
She offered a grin through her laughter, eyes focused only on Michael, like he was the only one in the room, “Both. They certainly don’t tell you how much fun you can have practicing.”
“Wait, is he still dragging his feet on that?” Michael asked with a laugh, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure it’s just because when you move out of the penthouse, he won’t be able to get his assistant to do shit for him, like late night runs to the 24/7 for diapers,” he commented, a knowing grin settling on his lips. “At least that poor guy might finally get some sleep.”
Michael’s grin had not a trace of shame in it and he simply offered a shrug in response to her reaction. “Hey, you had fun with that too, remember!”
Jackie’s reaction made him laugh as well, and at her words, he couldn’t help nodding slowly. “They most certainly don’t. But we’ve found out anyway, that’s what matters, right?”
[ I’m thinking about making some changes. I emptied my drafts for now, but I might be retiring some other muses? I don’t know, I feel like I’m not writing much lately and that’s because I haven’t been using the muses I want to use, for the plots I want to have. Aside from the Maddens, but they are basically reserved for my bae @ceciliaxsatellite so they are a completely separate matter.
I keep saying I won’t say yes just to be nice, I keep saying I won’t answer to everything just to be nice... but I keep doing exactly that, and that’s making this very stressful.
So yeah, I might make some changes. ]
Jackie bit her lip a little, his sweet admittance making her want him even more. She was so hungry for his attention and to know more about him, it felt so different than anything she had ever experienced before. Being with him felt so natural and so electric, she didn’t want the fluttering feeling in her stomach to ever leave. It grew stronger when his hand played with her skirt, watching the fabric snake up her leg and she decided to move onto his lap, carefully straddling him. She didn’t want to tease him too much so she kept herself lightly perched, her own hands just resting on his stomach again. “Well, then, since we both like it, it’s settled, you are allowed to continue to charm me and I will be over here blushing while you do, Michael Madden,” she smiled, giving his shirt the smallest tug.
Michael hadn’t actually expected her to laugh at his line, but when she didn’t, he felt himself relax even more. She was unpredictable, and while that was something that he absolutely loved, it also kept him on edge, from time to time. Apparently, however, she’d seen the truth behind his admittedly cheesy line. Or maybe it wasn’t cheesy, if he truly meant it, he couldn’t be sure. The moment she straddled him, his hands moved to rest on her hips, eyes trailing to her face. “You do look lovely when you blush, Jacquelyn,” he admitted with a smile. He leaned up, just enough to catch her lips with his own, the kiss slow and unhurried, still just exploring this new side of them. She’d joked about feeling like a teenager with a crush, but Michael did feel like this was something completely new too, something he hadn’t quite experienced before.
“I will just have to try and lawyer the professor too, make them understand that this is a personal matter that couldn’t wait, butt touching is just too important,” Cecilia laughed still, loving that he was able to be silly with her. It seemed rare to find someone who wasn’t so focused on the ‘end game’, of hooking up or dating, that they remembered to actually have fun. It was partially why she didn’t go to a lot of parties like the one she had met him at. She was happy he agreed to sleeping out on the sand together, quickly nodding her head in agreement. “Right? No way I would want to do that on a public beach. Anyone could do anything to you if you’re a deep enough sleeper! Which, by the way, I am. If you poke me in the middle of the night and I don’t reply, don’t worry, I’m just completely out.”
James couldn’t help laughing along with her, and shook his head, picturing what she was saying she’d do. “You know, I think a couple of professors might just go for it,” he commented, grinning. “The others would probably get you kicked out, though.” It was odd being able to be so relaxed around a girl; he was usually the one who tried to impress others and tried to appear unaffected, but with her, it was easy to just be himself. He was attracted to her, of course, but he wasn’t in his usual one-track mind about it. “Yeah, definitely not doing this on a public beach,” he agreed, though a grin appeared on his lips at her next words. Specifically, her choice of them. “If I poke you?” he asked, clearly amused. “I could be a perv and ask exactly with what I’d be poking you, but I’ll be a as much as a gentleman as I can, and pretend that isn’t a question I totally want to ask,” he teased her.
Lana nodded, this was fair expectation on his part. She valued honesty above all else, so it wasn’t a difficult promise. “Okay,” she said with a nod. “I promise. I’ll tell you if I ever feel uncomfortable.” She didn’t feel like if she had to demand a promise of care, Logan seemed to be a man who knew his gear. She trusted him more than any man before him.
“Speaking of honesty, there is one thing you need to know,” she said a bit embarrassed. “I’ve never had an orgasm with a man before. When I touch myself, sure, but with a man? Never. Just so you know.”
Logan was able to relax once she made that promise; he loved this lifestyle, it was a big part of his life, and he wanted to make sure it would be a good part of hers. On his part, he was going to do his best to take care of her, as well as teach her.
Her next confession was unexpected, and it honestly surprised Logan; he took a moment to think about it, then offered a little smile in return. “There’s no need to be ashamed of that,” he reassured her. “I mean, those men should be ashamed, but you have no fault in that.” A small spark of amusement showed up in his expression as he joked, “Though this means I’ll have less competition to beat.”
“You know, they have those baby versions of some nice cars, like the kind they can sit in and scoot around? I kind of want to get him one but I’m also afraid I’ll start an obsession that I will not support when he’s not this little,” Cecilia admitted while she let Charlie go back to sitting position in her lap. She looked down at him and couldn’t stop the smile that came over her face, it always happened when she was holding him.
Jackie nodded her head quickly, “You shouldn’t get him one. You should get him a collection of them. He can be like a baby car guy.” She grinned at Charlie for a moment, just looking at the little guy grabbing at the table in front of his mother. She looked to Michael and asked him, “Did you ever think you’d enjoy being around a baby this much?” Cecilia laughed, “That’s her way of saying she didn’t ever think she would.” Jackie shrugged a little, “Fair. But on the other hand, we have spent like..years of our lives being told how to avoid having a baby. They never tell you the good parts!”
“It’s my experience that the more you deny something, the more ardently a Madden will desire it,” Michael commented with a grin, shrugging as if it was simply a matter of fact. “So I agree with Jackie, we should get a whole collection. In different colors, so he can figure out what color is his,” he continued, completely backing Jackie’s proposal. He knew Cecilia wasn’t going to be happy about it, but not truly mad about it either. Possibly.
“Christmas is right around the corner,” he commented a moment later, pretending to look at his watch. Jackie’s question, however, distracted him from the topic, and this time his smile was softer as he shook his head. “Caught me completely off guard.” At Cecilia’s comment, however, he gave a laugh and pretended to wipe his forehead. “Good, I’m not the only one, then.”
Another grin crossed his lips before he could help it. “The good parts about making them, or about having them?”
It didn’t dawn on Thea that she could feel his emotions - and he could feel hers. No, all of this was still just too much. She couldn’t seem to grasp one thought and hold it. Instead, they spun around her like a tornado. But then he squeezed her hand. She was certain of it, and that drew her gaze up to him, a sense of comfort at the small act. It made her heart swell, knowing he was there, knowing she was safe - even from herself. Giving a nod, “Right, sorry, I - I’m just confused,” she sniffled softly. I won’t abandon you. It echoed in her mind, relief etching through the array of emotions that washed through her. “You won’t? Promise? I - I don’t want to lose you,” just the mere words were enough to draw fresh tears to her eyes, though she was clearly fighting them back, mostly for his sake. She knew he wasn’t great with emotions. “Thank you, Master,” her voice soft, raw, grateful he’d look in on her sister. And then his touch was gone, his body pulling away from her. The rough words made her recoil, instinctively, mostly out of shock with a hint of fear at the sudden increased volume. “I’m trying!” she hadn’t meant to snap back, but the words came out that way, an edge to them. “Sorry,” she was quick to murmur. It was that last part that didn’t catch up to her brain for several moments. “Wait, what?” she eased her body forward, carefully, slowly standing up from the bed. She was still a little unsteady, but all too focused on the topic to realize. “I don’t - wh - what’s going on? What do you mean? How?”
Callis could feel her emotions settle at least a little when he squeezed her hand, but it hardly lasted enough to give him any respite from the hurricane of emotions she was unknowingly projecting through the bond. Again, his reassurance gave her a little peace, once again short lived, though the promise to check on her sister seemed to calm at least part of her worries. He received her thankfulness with a nod, but soon enough, he was pulling back, and that only made the chaos in his mind worse. He was surprised when she snapped back, but he figured she could feel his anger as much as he could feel... everything she was feeling. “How do you live like that?” he muttered, shaking his head at the burden of so many emotions. He knew he could hardly escape explanations now, but when she stood, he automatically stepped in to help her stay on her still unstable feet. “You were hurt, so I had to give you my blood,” he explained, trying to keep everything as simple as possible. He was already anticipating the new wave of emotions that were going to hit him in response to this. “When vampires willingly let humans drink their blood, it creates... a bond. An emotional bond,” he took a deep breath, and realized his hand was holding her arm a little too tightly so he loosened his grip. “That’s why I never do it.”
When he told her he wanted to see her come, she began rocking faster. “Y-yes. Yesss.” She breathed out. “I need to. Please Master.” Pulling her hands away from him, she could help but bring one to her chest, squeezing a breast gently. Arching into her own touch, she worked herself over his fingers. His fingers were stretched her just enough to boarder too much and not enough. Thighs quivering, she gasped, coming hard against his hand. Falling against him, shoulders heaving, Pia rested there.
Tristan watched as she finally started giving in to pleasure, her hands moving to her own body, kneading her breasts and offering an even better show. “Good doll, keep going,” he encouraged her, fingers fucking her faster as he watched her come. She trembled as she did, her body almost doubling over, and her head resting against his chest. He let her ride it out of his fingers, slowing his pace, easing her down before he finally withdrew his hand and brought his fingertips to his lips. “That wasn’t so bad, now, wasn’t it?” he asked, before sucking his fingers clean of her juices.
“Mmmm, maybe I do but I’m gonna keep those cards close to my chest right now.” She teased before continuing to kiss him, eager for him to start the sweet torture that he had promised her. His sweet words had the blonde blushing again but she didn’t care, she wanted him to know that he could still make her blush even after the few times they had been together. Amelia kissed Duke softly, her hands now pushing his shirt off his shoulders while he took off her bra. “And I can definitely work with this.” Amelia repeated after him, her hands beginning to pull off his belt, knowing that he was going to cuff her soon.
“Anything else you wanna keep close to that gorgeous chest?” Duke didn’t resist joking, his smile positively mischievous. Still, it softened when he caught the sight of her blush, the idea that he could still have that effect on her making this even better. After her bra was gone, he helped her get his own shirt off, before placing one last kiss to her lips. “Now, I think we were talking about some handcuffs?” he mused, moving to retrieve the object. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?” He offered her that chance to back out, knowing this was the first time they ever did something like this.
Part of her was intrigued by the idea of the video, knowing they could watch together at some point, trying to resist touching each other until they finished their little movie. It was something just for the two of them, something new to her. Melting into his kiss, a soft smile formed, hearing him groan. Already, she wanted more of that, wanted to drive him as crazy as he was driving her. “Very,” teeth scraped her lower lip, shifting up onto her elbows as he moved back to undress. Unabashedly scanning his half naked frame, “I think the boxers need to go, too, babe,” she hummed. Her gaze remained fixed on him, slowly hooking her fingers into each side of her panties, rolling them down her hips slowly. Sitting upright, she slid them along her thighs, past her knees, gently kicking them off once they hit her ankles. In an effort to give him a little show now - and for the camera - she let one strap of her bra fall off her shoulder, hands grazing her stomach, up across her covered breasts, squeezing them gently. Fingers brushed the other strap down, trailing a finger across her cleavage, hands moving behind her and unhooking the bra. She made slow work of peeling the lacy garment away from her body, leaving her bare before him.
Adam had done this in the past, but it had mostly been with hook-ups, who’d drunkenly agreed to it because they thought it was hot. This was different, this was for them, not just for himself. He watched as she moved back and started undressing, his hands moving to his boxers even before she was saying the words. “It’s like you’re reading my mind,” he joked, discarding the piece of clothing quickly, his cock already hard and now finally free. Still, his eyes stayed glued to the way she was stripping for him - and the camera -, the show having quite the desired effect on him. The moment the bra came off as well, Adam moved to kneel on the bed, hands finding her naked body easily, pulling her into a hungry kiss. “How the hell are you so hot, uh?” he asked, half laughing the question against her lips, before he flipped them down on the bed, his body looming over hers as he pressed a kiss to her collarbone. “Remember when you laughed at the idea of dating me?” he joked as he kissed his way down her stomach now, clearly heading down between her legs.
“See, this is why I think you are underestimating me. You said whenever I want. What if I show up to one of your classes and demand that I get to touch your ass?” Cecilia just grinned widely at him, as if she would ever, ever be capable of doing something quite so ridiculous in public. “Did I just lawyer you?” she asked him through laughter, giving him a little squeeze as she teased him. She jumped when the water came higher again, the cold splash against her feet making her legs wrap around him a little tighter in her quest to get away from the water. “Can we sleep on the beach? People talk about doing that and it sounds scary in a public beach but here…here it seems perfect.”
“Oh hell, please do,” James laughed, completely entertained by the idea of her doing just that. “I would pay to see the look on the professor’s face.” He couldn’t help laughing again as she joked about having lawyered him, and he nodded, admitting to it with a healthy dose of amusement. “You’re a fast learner, I like that,” he commented, grinning. Her request somewhat surprised him, but it wasn’t completely unexpected. “Yeah, we can get some blankets and sleep here,” he agreed, finding the idea quite intriguing if he had to be honest. He’d never really done it before, so it felt exciting. “And no, I’d never do it on a public beach. I don’t wanna wake up with one kidney missing.”
“You hugged!?” Cecilia asked with a laugh, “That is a big deal. The only time I’ve seen that is when Charlie was born..and that was a one time deal. One hug. Then you both went back to focusing on the baby.” She leaned down to kiss her precious boy’s head, smiling against the wispy little hairs that had barely grown in. Jackie just let out a little “awww” thinking about the sweet moment between brothers. She had two brothers, so she understand the bond and the funny dynamics between them, at least somewhat.
“You, sir, need to make up your mind between being forward and extremely, interestingly, mysterious,” Jackie teased him before she took a sip of her drink, her eyes staying on him the entire time. She had very much purposefully slipped the word interestingly in there, because she was very interested in finding out what exactly his cards held.
“He would look cute in a little Porsche hat,” the brunette teased.
“He’s not allowed to have a Porsche before he learns how to walk..or talk,” Cecilia teased before she put him in a standing position, letting his little feet stand on her thighs and his hands hold onto the table. “See? He doesn’t want to learn.”
“Yeah, there’s a limited amount of hugs we can share before we combust,” Michael joked, laughing along with her. “But both occasions called for it.” He couldn’t help chuckling at Jackie’s wordless comment, but it oddly didn’t bother him; after all, he’d been the one to reveal the detail.
“I prefer being forward with my extremely interesting mysteries,” Michael teased her, not quite missing the way she’d defined him and his attitude. There was a spark there, in their flirting, something that made him want to know more about this girl. And not because of the extremely appealing running outfit she was wearing.
“Sorry, little guy, you’ll have to settle for an Audi for now, Mama said no Porsche,” he joked, watching with a smile as Charlie barely stood upright in his mother’s arms.
Jackie kept her eyes on his while he told her he came straight to her. It was straight out of a movie. Of course, in a movie, he would have found her looking gorgeous, and not half dressed in pajamas and half in formal wear but she loved that. It felt like exactly who they were to each other. It was a grand gesture in a completely grounding way. His lips on her jaw made her grin and she just leaned in to reciprocate, but her hand reached for his collar, gently tugging it to free some of his skin so she could sneak a kiss just below his neck. “If that’s the case, feel free to begin,” she murmured to him, her eyes looking up to catch his gaze, a smile on her face.
“How many girls have told you they like the way you say sweetheart?” she asked him, backing off just a little, just to gauge how he was going to act. “Because, I have to say, it is very effective.” Her hand slid off of his collar to rest on his stomach as she cuddled back up to him.
There was no other girl whatsoever Michael would have done something like this for; going out of his way to get on an earlier plane just to see her, to surprise her. And finding her like that, like she truly hadn’t expected him, was perfect. Because he’d felt like he’d caught himself off guard with this, and if he’d caught her off guard as well, at least it made the two of them. Her lips on her neck were more than enough to distract him from every other thought, and her words caused a grin to spread on his lips. “Well, in that case...” he muttered, and the hand that wasn’t around her waist moved to settle on her knee, slowly drawing up, toying with her skirt as it rose up.
A smile grew on his lips after her question, and he waited until he could look at her before he answered. “Only one that matters.” And it was the truth too. While admitting something like this would have usually had him feeling uneasy, with Jackie it felt natural, like it was supposed to be this way. It was an incredibly liberating feeling. “Good, because I like calling you sweetheart.”
Her blush returned as Tristan’s hand slid further up, and legs naturally parted a little to accommodate. But not much. She was still shy, and this was her first time with a man, so her legs weren’t just going to fly open. Even with his imprinting on her mind. “O-Ok….”
Tristan absolutely loved the blush on her cheeks and the reticent way she tried to keep her composure, even as his hand slid up, slowly but inexorably. It spoke of the innocence he loved so much, which was one of the main reasons he’d tricked her into his possession. “Relax, little girl, I promise you’ll like it,” he whispered, his fingers finally meeting her pussy, rubbing it slowly through the flimsy pair of panties he’d provided.
