You Feel Me? *RP for alloy_avenger*

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With the business out of the way, Sam settled against him again and smiled then kissed him again. She almost asked him to change his form back to what she was guessing his normal form but she was enjoying the kissing. One kind of needed lips for that. Plus, she loved the feel of his soft hair sliding through her fingers.

"I still can't get over that you can fly." She murmured between kisses. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You ever done it in mid-air?"

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[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Her breath catches when she feels his hands on her. Her eyes slipped closed and she tilts her head to the side hoping those experienced lips might find her neck. Instead they drifted to her ear.

"What?" She asked softly as she came out of the sex cloud he was creating long enough to figure out what he meant. It took a second but then she opened her eyes and smiled. "I hate it. Someone should really rip it off."

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Tempted as he was to make short work of that cloth between him and what he wanted, he wanted to see how she responded to him turning her key slowly. He wanted to see how she responded to him teasing her ear with his teeth, how she responded to him walking his lips firmly down the flesh below her ear, how she responded to his warm breath lightly fluttering across her skin. He moved steadily down her neck to the start of her chest, using his tongue more and more to taste her, ripping her shirt out of the way a millimeter at a time with his invincible hands.

Eventually he could not help himself and mashed her breasts together, his mouth working between them, frustrated by the cloth still in the way. Her top gave in one smooth tear and he descended upon her nipple with his mouth, roughly and unable to completely restrain his urgency.

[know-how-u-feel.livejournal.com]

Sam's eyes fluttered shut and her breathing grew ragged. Her neck was incredibly sensitive. His breath. His lips. His teeth. The lower he got the harder she was breathing.

By the time he was ripping her shirt off, she was practically panting. Her fingers thrust into his hair holding him closer. She didn't mind the roughness. In fact, she preferred it. Her fingers curled into fists, pulling his close it was a wonder he could breathe.

[alloy-avenger.livejournal.com]

Something in his memory pinged and he started using his deep baritone for effect. He was almost growling into her skin, kissing and nipping and sucking and tasting. Tasting, tasting and tasting...he roved her chest with his mouth, squeezed and pinched her nipples with his fingers, ground his knee between her thighs. "Mmmmmmmm.....you taste so good," he sighed. She was pulling him, inviting him, and he could not say no. Not with the button on his jeans about to pop due to the yearning between his legs.