What price would you pay to feel it?
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Erin mmms softly, moving as she is directed by your touches. “Well, I do not think you mean to injure me or take my life, so you are not a mortal danger…”
D’jaevle applies more pressure to the back of your thighs, parting them a bit further as his hands rest on your hips now, keeping you steady as he moves, “True.”
Erin sighs softly as you move her, enjoying your warmth against her, contemplating other sorts of dangers…
D’jaevle stops for a moment, and then grips the edge of your jersey, drawing it swiftly along your thighs, bringing the edge dangerously close to your waist and allowing the cool air to meet youur exposed flesh. He keeps the jersey there, his knee slipping up now against your naked thighs, pressing them further apart and forcing you to adjust your stance wider to remain standing.
Erin gasps, suddenly cold where cloth had shielded her flesh. She shrinks back from the cold air, pushing her bare hips back against you. Then she shifts, parting her legs more as you force her open. She steadies herself by clutching at you with one hand, leaning back against you.
D’jaevle relaxes, taking the weight of your body as you move back, “Miss this?”
Erin nods, arching up to nuzzle at you. “Missed everything,” she murmurs softly.
D’jaevle shifts his weight, his body moving from behind you to stand in front. “How restless are you?” His eyes, dark and silent, watch you.
Erin looks up at you, eyes alight as she studies your form before her. “Can you not tell, my dear?”
D’jaevle presses you back a step until you feel the wall behind you, “Yes – but tell me.”
Erin straightens as the cold wall greets her flesh, and she smiles up at you. “Restless enough to want you to take me…” she whispers.
D’jaevle moves his knee up against your thighs, pressing them open to welcome it, his thigh slipping slowly inward, until you feel your heat rest against him, the edge of his shorts brushing your thigh as his bare skin meets you. “How much do you want it?”
Erin trembles mmmms , sliding her hands along your flesh. Her cheeks are flushed with warmth, as is the whole of her body. “I am beyond wanting, now, my sweet… I hunger for you…”
D’jaevle leans inward, his thigh shifting, rubbing against you once, twice, sliding as his hands graze the edge of your ass, barely touching the skin as it meets the wall.
Erin mmmms softly, pressing herself straight against the wall as you tease her. She tries to read your calm eyes, seeking something within them.
D’jaevle continues the pressure, his thigh driving in a bit deeper, slightly faster as you feel it against you, urging you to ride against him.
Erin gasps, letting herself press against your driving leg, caressed and pushed by your flesh. Her eyes slip closed as she enjoys the thrusting contact.
D’jaevle speaks softly, as he leans into you, “Do you need this?” His thigh presses hard, deeper as you feel his skin slip against the moist heat between your legs, causing your ass to slip from the wall and them press back against it with slap.
Erin gasps as she moves back to the wall so suddenly, bracing herself against you. “Yes,” she moans, voice losing its softness as her need grows.
D’jaevle keeps you pressed to the wall, his hands on your waist as he moves inward, letting his knee drive faster, “How bad?”
Erin leans up to you, kissing you with hard fierceness that betrays her almost animal need. Her body rocks with your knee, rubbing against it in desperation.
Erin struggles to catch her breath, trying to force this hunger into speech. “I ache… I am empty… I need to be filled…” she murmurs, knowing words are inadequate…
D’jaevle slowly moves away, his knee moist from you as he regards you standing there against the wall, “How do I make you feel?”
Erin looks up at you, hands now braced against the wall. “Hungry… alive… safe and in fear at once…”
D’jaevle watches you, his gaze like a touch as he slowly looks down over your body, from your bare legs, to the rumpled jersey half above your waist, half falling down again. “I thought I was no danger; why fear?”
Erin says, “Fear of discovery, of harming those I love by craving your touch as well…”
D’jaevle slowly walks to stand in front of you, his finger lightly tracing your cheek, down to your neck, “Dos the fear make you even wetter?”
Erin straightens as your finger passes, and nods. “It does,” she admits softly.
D’jaevle slowly slips finger down to your lips, running across, “How much?”
Erin shivers, writhing. “Oh, gods…” she sighs, eyes closing. “I’m soaking wet…”
D’jaevle leans inward, so closer, you can feel his warm breath against your skin, “It makes you so wet, doesn’t it? The fear, my touch?”
Erin nods, looking up at you, trembling where she stands.
D’jaevle smiles and slowly kisses you, once, his lips meeting yours slowly, yet parting so that you can feel his tongue slip against your lips, teasing you as it finds its way to met yours, once, and then draws back.
D’jaevle moves over to you, standing in front of you as you rest against the wall, “How loud are you when you go over the edge in RL?”
Erin smiles up at you. “Why do you ask?”
D’jaevle looks at you for a moment and then runs his hand down across the front of your jersey, his palm tracing the contour of your breast slowly, finding each curve as his fingers impress the cloth. “You really want to know?”
Erin smiles. “Of course I do…”
D’jaevle leans closer, his palms pressing right against you, finding your nipples through the fabric, his palms cup, rubbing hard against you. “Because I want to know how you’ll feel when you hear my voice as you lie on your bed, or floor, or chair, and I make you feel so wet and hot you beg me to let you cum. I’ll make you scream, and I’ll make you whisper.”
Erin mmmms softly, arching to press her breasts into your hands, a sly smile creeping across her lips. “Such a devilish tease, my dear…”
D’jaevle slips his hands lower, to the edge of your jersey, drawing it up slowly that his hands may find the skin underneath, slowly tracing the skin to your breasts, feeling his bare hands against you as his palms slip down, tracing each nipple, “Don’t like my teasing?”
Erin moans softly, head tilting back against the wall. “I never said that, my sweet,” she sighs, eyes half-lidded. “I rather enjoy it…”
D’jaevle curls his fingers against your breasts, his palm rubbing inward as you feel it capture your nipple, back and forth as he moves, “Shall I offer more?”
Erin ooohs, nodding, as she presses a hand over yours under the jersey. “Please do,” she whispers.
D’jaevle leans in closer, his hands warm against your skin, his breath soft against your neck. His fingertips slowly move around each nipple, drawing them out, teasing them to hardness, “Shall I tell you more of what I would do if I had you on the phone?”
Erin nods slowly, tilting her head to bare her throat to you. “Yes,” she hisses softly.
D’jaevle draws his teeth over your skin, biting lightly, his tongue moving to sooth the skin as he teases. Fingers draw a bit tighter on your nipples, rolling them now, “I would have you lie there, dressed, and then instruct you on how to draw off each article, making your need greater with each piece removed. Or maybe I’d just have you as you are now, ready to be fucked, with just a gesture to push your shirt up.”
Erin smiles, writhing as you graze her with your teeth and tug at her with your hands. “You like me as I am now, ready and waiting for you?”
D’jaevle slides a hand down to your thighs, his fingers sliding right across your inner lips, pressing deep against you, rubbing once, slowly, against you, and then moves his moist fingers back up, “Yes.”
Erin moans softly as you press into her, eyes closing slowly. “I have to go. My husband just woke up.””
Erin has disconnected.