[ It's not cool for him to sit and stare too long because she wants him against her, but she does like his appreciative gaze. It makes her feel good about herself - makes her feel less like a freak, like she's actually desirable. Her first time having sex happened so quickly in such a cramped space, there wasn't time for Ava to be stared at in such a way, so she likes this change of pace, how they're taking their time with this.
She's faking confidence right now, trying to act cool and calm like it's no big deal she's topless in front of a guy she likes, but she's nervous underneath. Nervous of rejection, nervous of disappointing him.
At the mention of myths, she has to wonder who's seducing who right now. Maybe they're trying to seduce each other. And she gets to see his scar again once he takes his shirt off and she tries not to stare too much at it in case it makes him feel uncomfortable, in case he's still traumatized over the whole thing, but she does reach out and stroke at his upper arm once it's uncovered.
Turns out her navel is a sensitive spot for her because she lets out a shiver as his fingers skirt around it, but it's what he says next that has her blushing. Not him staring at her breasts, but using the word enamored in a sentence about her. ]
Shut up, you're talking out of your ass. [ She doesn't see how his smile gets distant because she's too busy feeling shy all of a sudden, smiling so he knows she doesn't actually want him to shut up, that the way he talks to her is probably the thing that first attracted her to him. Everything he says always feels honest and true.
And with the weight of him on top of her, she opens up her legs to him to lock them around his waist in a gesture that's just as possessive (my god), responding to the kiss with just as much passion. Her fingers rake over his back lightly before slipping into the back pockets of his pants, squeezing at his butt. First the mention of his ass, now her groping at it - but she doesn't care if Tech teases her for it. He's got a nice ass, from what she can feel. Someone ought to appreciate it. ]
[ It should alarm him how much he likes Ava. Everything with her feels so genuine and honest. Not some caricature of romance -- not that this is romance necessarily, but it's not just some random hook up. She cares about him. She cared he was gone. And he cares about her. He thought of her on that island; he couldn't wait to get back to her. Back to this.
He doesn't comment on her squeezing his ass and definitely doesn't mind. His focus is on trying to give her as many sensations as possible, so his hands brazenly move to her breasts -- gently caressing them, thumbs tracing her nipples. His mouth veers away from her lips so it can trail along her throat, kissing his way to her chest and spending a moment on her collarbone. There's a determination to find her erogenous zones, to memorize her body and the parts she likes touched the most.
Finally, his lips replace his hands at her breasts, tongue flicking over nipples. With hands free, he graces his touch lower -- across her stomach and teasing at the top of her shorts. ]
I can make this all about you if you want, Ava. [ He draws back to look at her, a smile edging his lips. ] Has anyone ever gone down on you before?
[ There's a suggestive flicker of his brows. For as much as he wants her, that can actually wait -- because he wants the details, to collect the data. How does Ava respond to certain touches? What does she look like on the verge of climax? Is she quiet or is she loud? What does she taste like? What matched his imagination of the moment and what would take him by surprise?
There's a newness to this that makes it feel like the first time all over again -- a chance to get things right. ]
[ Everything is all a little overwhelming but in the best possible way. She's never really felt this many sensations at once before. Hell, she's never even touched herself because of how her body used to be before the Halo came along, so to have someone else do it, someone she's attracted to who seems to know what he's doing...
She feels like she's on cloud nine right now. In Hell of all places.
Her nipples feel extra sensitive, peaking stiffly in response to his touch and when he starts to give them attention with his mouth, she grabs tight fistfuls of the bedsheets and whines.
Is she even capable of holding off having sex with him right now? Because the temptation is there, to take all of him and give everything of herself...
And then he goes and asks if she wants him to go down on her and if she wasn't lying down, her jaw would have hit the floor. She did not wake up today ever expecting a god to offer to give her oral. ]
No. [ She barely experienced foreplay the only time she had sex but she doesn't blame JC for that, she blames the fact that they were on a ferry and were limited for time. ] I have no idea what that feels like...
[ She pictures his tongue somewhere even more sensitive than her nipples and that's enough to make her unbutton her shorts with eager anticipation, black lace peeking from beneath. ]
I want you to be my first. [ To taste her first, knowing no one can take that away from him. Tech might not have taken her virginity but if he makes her climax twice as hard from his mouth? She'll probably forget JC ever existed. ]
Show me how a god does it. [ Is she getting off on the whole god thing? Maybe a little. ]
[ It certainly bolsters his ego to hear those words. Show me how a god does it. Emphasis on god. Well, he's certainly determined to give her a slice of heaven in hell -- to make it something she will never forget.
Ava unbuttons her shorts and Tech takes care of the rest, allowing his hands to wander across her thighs and ease her shorts down her hips. Thumbs hook into the band of her underwear, dragging those down as well. He admires her body as it's revealed to him, taking in every inch of her and committing it to memory.
Tech might appear calm on the surface, but his heart is racing -- a rush as potent as cocaine. His lips trail along the curve of her inner thigh, light suckling pecks on a journey inward. An electric vibration sets off the preemptive sensations before his kisses inevitably bring him to their destination. He meets her gaze with a sly little smirk before his mouth falls upon her, tongue flicking out to tease her clit. Like with her nipples, he invites it into his mouth to suck.
All the while he watches her, a god on a mission to capture a new devotee -- to taste her as she succumbs to him and to hear the babbling praises that will inevitably roll off her tongue, whether in words or incoherent screams.
Electric charged fingers hover around the outside of her entrance before plunging within, bringing with them that low frequency vibration, teasing her from the inside out. ]
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She's faking confidence right now, trying to act cool and calm like it's no big deal she's topless in front of a guy she likes, but she's nervous underneath. Nervous of rejection, nervous of disappointing him.
At the mention of myths, she has to wonder who's seducing who right now. Maybe they're trying to seduce each other. And she gets to see his scar again once he takes his shirt off and she tries not to stare too much at it in case it makes him feel uncomfortable, in case he's still traumatized over the whole thing, but she does reach out and stroke at his upper arm once it's uncovered.
Turns out her navel is a sensitive spot for her because she lets out a shiver as his fingers skirt around it, but it's what he says next that has her blushing. Not him staring at her breasts, but using the word enamored in a sentence about her. ]
Shut up, you're talking out of your ass. [ She doesn't see how his smile gets distant because she's too busy feeling shy all of a sudden, smiling so he knows she doesn't actually want him to shut up, that the way he talks to her is probably the thing that first attracted her to him. Everything he says always feels honest and true.
And with the weight of him on top of her, she opens up her legs to him to lock them around his waist in a gesture that's just as possessive (my god), responding to the kiss with just as much passion. Her fingers rake over his back lightly before slipping into the back pockets of his pants, squeezing at his butt. First the mention of his ass, now her groping at it - but she doesn't care if Tech teases her for it. He's got a nice ass, from what she can feel. Someone ought to appreciate it. ]
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He doesn't comment on her squeezing his ass and definitely doesn't mind. His focus is on trying to give her as many sensations as possible, so his hands brazenly move to her breasts -- gently caressing them, thumbs tracing her nipples. His mouth veers away from her lips so it can trail along her throat, kissing his way to her chest and spending a moment on her collarbone. There's a determination to find her erogenous zones, to memorize her body and the parts she likes touched the most.
Finally, his lips replace his hands at her breasts, tongue flicking over nipples. With hands free, he graces his touch lower -- across her stomach and teasing at the top of her shorts. ]
I can make this all about you if you want, Ava. [ He draws back to look at her, a smile edging his lips. ] Has anyone ever gone down on you before?
[ There's a suggestive flicker of his brows. For as much as he wants her, that can actually wait -- because he wants the details, to collect the data. How does Ava respond to certain touches? What does she look like on the verge of climax? Is she quiet or is she loud? What does she taste like? What matched his imagination of the moment and what would take him by surprise?
There's a newness to this that makes it feel like the first time all over again -- a chance to get things right. ]
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She feels like she's on cloud nine right now. In Hell of all places.
Her nipples feel extra sensitive, peaking stiffly in response to his touch and when he starts to give them attention with his mouth, she grabs tight fistfuls of the bedsheets and whines.
Is she even capable of holding off having sex with him right now? Because the temptation is there, to take all of him and give everything of herself...
And then he goes and asks if she wants him to go down on her and if she wasn't lying down, her jaw would have hit the floor. She did not wake up today ever expecting a god to offer to give her oral. ]
No. [ She barely experienced foreplay the only time she had sex but she doesn't blame JC for that, she blames the fact that they were on a ferry and were limited for time. ] I have no idea what that feels like...
[ She pictures his tongue somewhere even more sensitive than her nipples and that's enough to make her unbutton her shorts with eager anticipation, black lace peeking from beneath. ]
I want you to be my first. [ To taste her first, knowing no one can take that away from him. Tech might not have taken her virginity but if he makes her climax twice as hard from his mouth? She'll probably forget JC ever existed. ]
Show me how a god does it. [ Is she getting off on the whole god thing? Maybe a little. ]
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Ava unbuttons her shorts and Tech takes care of the rest, allowing his hands to wander across her thighs and ease her shorts down her hips. Thumbs hook into the band of her underwear, dragging those down as well. He admires her body as it's revealed to him, taking in every inch of her and committing it to memory.
Tech might appear calm on the surface, but his heart is racing -- a rush as potent as cocaine. His lips trail along the curve of her inner thigh, light suckling pecks on a journey inward. An electric vibration sets off the preemptive sensations before his kisses inevitably bring him to their destination. He meets her gaze with a sly little smirk before his mouth falls upon her, tongue flicking out to tease her clit. Like with her nipples, he invites it into his mouth to suck.
All the while he watches her, a god on a mission to capture a new devotee -- to taste her as she succumbs to him and to hear the babbling praises that will inevitably roll off her tongue, whether in words or incoherent screams.
Electric charged fingers hover around the outside of her entrance before plunging within, bringing with them that low frequency vibration, teasing her from the inside out. ]