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Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

Sophie was glad she had the element of surprise on her side, otherwise he might have turned the tables, and right now, she wanted him to be on bottom. The redhead didn't really care what he was thinking right now--just what he was feeling. She wasn't all sweetness and light, though the past few days had certainly made her seem like it. She could feel him hard against her as she straddled him, her tongue wrestling with his for control. She lifted herself up as he undid his belt and jeans, slipping them down. God, she loved the way his body looked, even in the dark.

She did him a favor and finished removing the jeans before returning her attention to his lips. She liked the feel of the lip ring against her as it heated up and, her tongue slipping back into his mouth. Pressing against him, she reached down with one hand and took him out of his boxers, starting to stroke him gently, moaning softly as he slapped and squeezed her ass, his hands using her panties against her. A little growl escaped her and she nipped at his bottom lip, her body already hot with need.
 
That move against her panties didn't seem to do much to faze her. He locked his lips with hers, wrestling his tongue with her, vying for control. He eased his grip on her underwear, deciding to move up and assault her breasts. But they felt so great pressed against him at the moment. With her scent fresh from the lounge all atop him. Veins strained from his cock alongside her grip, and it brought waves of ecstasy through him. He grumbled, fidgeting from under her, wanting to slip more of his boxers off so he could be naked. He began to move his hips, grinding against her with her hand still holding him.
 
His body felt so good against hers she could hardly stand it. She was already so wound up, his panty trick didn't really hurt her. She kissed him deeply before nipping at his lip and pulling away, her lips on his neck next. She suckled there, and worked her hand to hear more of those sounds from him. When he started to move his hips, she felt him press against her and she wanted more. Her lips found his pulse and sucked there while her free hand helped to pull his boxers down, her body staying up thanks to phenomenal ab control and working little by little. Soon he was naked beneath her, and that knowledge made her very happy.

She pressed down against him again, grinding, though she still had her pastel pink panties and bra to cover herself--plus the blue shirt she'd worn. Her grey eyes closed as her hand took him again, stroking him until he was like a rock.
 
He groaned, stifling a wince from the touch of her lips upon his neck. He squirmed under her, stark naked and exposed. The only skin of hers that he could feel was from her legs, and it wasn't fair. His dick stiffened further in response to this. All ten inches swelled in her curled fingers, overwhelming her palm with its sheer weight and size. His hips continued to move, swirling in a circular motion and pushing hard enough to lift her when he swayed.

Keith gasped when she found his pulse, twitching at first, before relaxing his neck, surrendering it to the will of her mouth. That same mouth which rejected him all those years ago and caused him so much hate and pain. He winced, shutting his eyes, gritting his teeth while his hands shivered, fingers raking up her back and over her shoulders until his palms were faced up. He found her breasts mashed against him from beneath her shirt and pinched the side boobs, caressing them in between fingers. He felt that hard cup of bra armoring them, so he clawed at them, feeling the hard edges and straps from beneath her shirt.
 
Sophie liked having control once in awhile. That fact was only backed up by the fact that Keith was making all those delicious sounds beneath her. She reveled in the way he moved his hips and squirmed in pleasure while she gently sucked at his pulse, getting him worked up. But of course, he had to retaliate. She wasn't surprised that he chose to attack her chest through her shirt, her body arching as he ran his hands over her back and shoulders until he had her breasts in his palms. A little squeak escaped her as he pinched at them, clawing at her.

Here, she stopped sucking his pulse and kissed up to his ear, nibbling it a little. "Just take it off," she murmured. Sophie let go of his monster of a cock, her hand running up his chest instead as she leaned down against him a bit more, her body pressing against his, though it still had some clothes. They would have to remedy that.
 
"No," he whispered, squeezing her chest some more. Both his hands went up and cupped her breasts, palms encircling that bra cup to bring those nipples out. That shirt of hers crumpled in his grip, getting pinched in between her cleavage. He held one breast higher than the other, stretching them in their confines and supporting their massive weight.

He then gave off a stuttered groan from the force of her body from up top. Her pink panties, which seemed to glow off her fair skin like the stars in her bedroom, scratched against his cock, creating this rough friction. He wondered just how wet they'd get the more he'd do this. Sophie was going to need that shower soon. He settled that large member up in there, in between her legs, docking that veiled pussy and feeling her through that engorged length of flesh. He thrust up against her, not penetrating anything, but sliding up, sawing against those panties with his long shaft.
 
Sophie blushed at his refusal, nipping at his neck in revenge. His hands worked at her bra to perk up her nipples, his pinching and massaging drawing little mewls of pleasure from her lips. Her massive breasts rested in his hands, her nipples perking up as she pressed against him. She moaned softly, panting as he ground against her, his cock so hard and hot against her pussy.

Her body felt wonderful against his, and she was sure she would need more. She moved her hips in return, intentionally turning them both on. Sophie didn't have much room to work, so in the mean time, she worked her body against his, kissing, suckling, and nipping at his neck. Her eyes closed and she let her instincts take over, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight.
 
He growled at her fixation on his neck, rubbing his cheek against hers; his hair covered both eyes, shading them in darkness as they mingled with her red hair. His tongue came out, licking at her ear to flick her earlobes.

He pushed her so she'd sit back a little, hands still on her cantaloupes. Her hips caused his shaft to remain hot, stiff like a solid pipe. He wiggled it against her, clawing down her panties from behind, waiting for her to crawl out of them so he could expose her pussy. Once through, his hand returned to her breast, and he began to suck on them while her shirt was still on, moistening the fabric and leaving a messy patch over where he'd find her nipples. If he hit her bra, he'd suck and nibble on them as well.

He drew his cock up like a sword, dragging its tip over one of her ass cheeks before letting it slap against his belly again, swaying for a bit before settling in its erect angle. A bead of precum glistened from the slit on his tip, causing the dome to look waxed and smooth.
 
Sophie panted, staring at him as he pushed her up a little, moaning as he fixated himself on her creamy breasts. She wanted him to suck them--only them. Still, when he did so through two layers of fabric, she was left wanting more. She closed her eyes and let him leave moist spots on her shirt, the air around them only helping to stiffen her nipples. The pink buds were like little pebbles beneath her bra, the shirt practically down over her chest at this point. It was too bad he couldn't see them.

Her breath caught in her throat a moment as he clawed her panties down, her body just moving with his, giving him exactly what he wanted. She let him use that hot steel of his to drive her crazy. She let him tease her for a few moments, moaning softly and leaning into him until she didn't really give a damn if he wanted her to start it off or not. She lifted herself over him and slowly started to slide down his cock, her body easing down over. She started to take him in, engulfing his tip with her soft sex before pulling away and then starting again, her hands squeezing his shoulders. "Keith...it's not good to keep me waiting," she growled, her body thrumming with need and her voice resonating with a sensual sort of strength.
 
"Oh..." Keith sighed, gasping. He felt himself filling her up, pushing through layers of tongues as he entered her. He covered his mouth again in her soft chest, shaking his head into them, while realizing he could feel much, much more. "...To hell with this!" His hands went down to the hem of her shirt, unwrapping them over so they'd stretch up to cover her face for a moment before breaking away, lifting her hair up and sending it tumbling down again, rustling her breasts. He quickly undid the straps of her bra like a pro and sent them flinging to the side to crash into the wall. He then dove back into her, feeling her creamy skin now and pressed both nipples together to take both of them into his mouth to suck, squeezing her breasts hard while he drew from them.

From below, he worked his hips along with hers, easing his cock to slide up inside her, moving out, then back up again, connecting their bodies together in the repeated movement. "I agree," he said, panting to catch his breath before licking at her pink buds, pinching them with his lips and adding more pressure to them. He funneled both her breasts with both hands, smoothing them inwards towards his mouth.
 
The sounds he made when he got like this always pleased her. She loved knowing that she was the reason he was in so much ecstasy. To know that he wanted her like this did something to her. She was taken a little off guard as he made his little exclamation. Her eyes widened and she smiled as he peeled the blue shirt off of her with little trouble. Her breasts bounced as they were freed from the soft fabric, her hair tossed as he tore it away from her body. Her bra was no match for him as he took it off and tossed it aside--she could swear she heard it hit the wall. Now, she was as defenseless as him, her pale skin shining in the moonlight, her fiery hair falling around them in a curtain as she moved to take his cock into her again.

Gasping softly, she arched into him as he took both nipples into her mouth at the same time, his lips sucking at her while he squeezed her mounds. The way he did it released her milk for him right away, and she blushed as he sucked it out of her, her body feeling intense pleasure and a bit of pain. Sophie groaned, moving her hips with his in a rhythm that made her weak. She cried out as he got rough with her chest and she took him even deeper into her. It was amazing, but she still had the ability to control it all. She closed her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts and decided that if he was going to be rough with her, she could be a little more rough with him.

With that, her hips began a rougher treatment, taking him deep and fast, drawing away from him slowly.
 
Keith feasted on what trickled from her nipples. He rolled his eyes up from behind closed lids, tasting her milk that drenched the bumps on her areolae. Oh, so sweet, so wet and so...Sophie. His hands closed over her soft marshmallows, leaving faint indentations in its wake. It kept his steel rod forged, and with it inside her, rubbing and stimulating, it brought him closer to climax. Since she was on top doing most of the work, he felt that it might have been better to simply lay there and allow her to do all the work. But he couldn't stand it. He wanted to feel more, more of that pleasant feeling you somehow know that is associated with Heaven, or the euphoria of a Heroin high. He shoved himself up alongside her, reciprocating it all and realized if he applied the same movement mentality, he could be a better dancer. He danced with Sophie's hips, feeling delighted to discover her hips growing more aggressive.

"Oh God..." he whispered, then gasped. "Oh..." was all that his brain managed to articulate while she fucked him with greater intensity. He began to moan, feeling shy that the sound uttered from him seemed less masculine than usual. It excited him to feel the roles reversed for that moment, to surrender to Sophie as he let her ride him, comfortable with the thought that he would take control whenever he'd want. Just not now. Right now, his nipples began to perk, becoming pointed; it being eager to scratch something. His hands on her breasts tightened, releasing, then clamping again--feeling.

He decided to answer her cries, releasing her breasts so that they'd sway and crash into him. Keith then pulled her over him so that their bodies hugged, fusing her against his stiff, chiseled physique and washboard abs. He sought her lips, moaning, thrashing that lip ring around, kissing her cheek, her chin, and then finally her lips to muffle his groans. His tongue slipped in, invading her just like his cock was buried inside her, furious and wanting.
 
As Keith squeezed her breasts, light marks from his fingers remained for a few moments, fading shortly after. It was like the feeling she got when he touched her--held her. It remained even after he let go. She moaned as he drank from her--the sweet milk flowing for him as long as he decided to suck, his lip ring adding a queer sort of pleasure to the mix. Her body kept moving even as he shoved himself up so that he was where she was, simultaneously forcing himself further into her, a gasp tearing from her lips.

"Keith," she murmured, her fingers and toes curling in delight as he moved his hips with hers. She felt a sensual rhythm build, adding notes of pleasure to their symphony. Her hips moved more forcefully, beginning to head into a crescendo of passion. She wanted him to call her name before this night was over. And damn it if she didn't get to hear it. Panting softly, she heard his cries of pleasure, felt the way his grip on her soft mounds tightened, little marks where his fingers played. She could see his body in the moonlight--it only made her want more of him.

Eagerly, she accepted his kisses, his hands finally letting go of her chest so that she could be closer, her breasts smashed between them. She kissed his face wherever she was able as he kissed hers, searching for her lips. She kissed him back passionately as her hips worked even harder, their bodies tangled like their tongues in a war of yearning and control.
 
He breathed from his nose, since his mouth was too busy with hers, nipping and smacking in between tongue strokes. She smelled so wonderful, with her body arching over him, curves in his arms, soft and heavy. Her curls bounding against his face; dark brown hair in a mess over his closed eyes. The thought of having entered her, penetrating, mating, or whichever more eloquent term to describe him fucking her excited him, filling his heart with more blood to engorge his member. He gasped, groaning loudly this time. Bot his hands went to her hips, grabbing them for a moment to appreciate them before moving to grab hold of her ass. His fingers inched closer together, threatening to meet in the center, before curling, spreading her wider so she could feel something burn. He breathed, sucking in air from his mouth, then his nose, then out again in a messier rhythm. The fact she was doing most of the moving--without any sign of stopping, excited him more. He couldn't take it anymore. He was reaching his breaking point. He panted again.

"S-Sophie!" He gasped from out of her lips, groaning.

He shivered, nipples hardening, lost in the sea of her breasts. His hips began to slow down, waning from the explosion of his cock inside her. In repeated splurges, he came inside her, melting himself with the sticky cum and drenching her pussy with his seed. Keith kept up the pace though, feeling himself unable to retain the energy from before, but he allowed her to continue, concentrating on making himself stiff for her longer so she could keep moving. He remained hard, but began to soften exponentially. He eventually slowed down to a romantic, circular landing, hoping she'd follow suit.
 
The vixen kept her hips going, her lips hopelessly engaged with his. She kissed him deeply, panting. When they weren't occupied with breathing or kissing him, they were calling out his name. She moaned loudly, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to speak to her mood. Her eyes locked onto his for a moment as he called her name. And he came inside her, erupting into her. She'd been just as close as he had, but trying so hard to hold back. Now that she could feel his seed inside of her, she let go, cumming with him, her pussy squeezing him tightly, milking him for more.

When Keith's hips began to slow, she followed suit, gradually becoming gentler, slower. She was still a bit out of breath, but she was far more calm now. "Keith," she moaned softly, leaning into him, her body gently moving down to his, resting there. She kissed him gently. When she finally settled down, just moving with him at this point, her soft skin had a light sheen of sweat that made her glitter a bit, her hair was a mess of curls that screamed, "sex," and her body was sprawled over his.

If not for her bunny costume in the living room, she probably could have forgotten all about her experience earlier that night just from this little encounter. She could hardly believe she'd been the one on top this time, making him crazy instead of the other way around. It was empowering and just felt right. Her frustration was pretty much gone, as was some of the lust she'd built up that night.

After a moment, she kissed him again and brushed some of his hair from his eyes. Damn it if he wasn't sexy--even in the dark.
 
Keith rest his arms around her, feeling her weight on top of him. Her bare skin felt slippery and warm. He brushed his leg against her, twirling a foot around her ankle, rubbing his knee into her thigh. He laid back, returning her kisses, panting while he felt himself grow limp inside her, all lubricated and hot with their fluids. He blinked when her fingers cleared his hair from his green eyes. Keith nibbled on his piercing while he stared at her in the dark. He rose a finger to stroke her hair, straightening the mess they'd caused.

"Still up for that shower?" He asked, grinning. He hadn't forgotten what she looked like that night
 
Sophie smiled at the feel of his arms around her. It was such a comfort to know that he wanted to hod her. His leg twined itself with hers and she did her best to reciprocate the affection she got from it, enjoying the feel of her pressed against him. His piercing glinted in the light and nicely set off the way his eyes shone in it as well. To think--she'd gone for so long without seeing that face and still made it through her little ordeal. It was strange to think that she'd missed him while they'd been apart, but she really had. As he stroked her hair back into something resembling order, he fired off a little line with that grin of his.

She laughed and leaned down to kiss him again. "Of course. That is, assuming you'll actually let me get cleaned up," she teased, slowly parting their hips and letting his member go.
 
He had softened considerably by this point, feeling his limp member sliding out of her, glistening and warm. It slumped to the side, slapping his thigh with a faint squish. He bent up to kiss her on the lips, before gazing back into her eyes again.

"Ah, but before you do that," he said, gesturing with his eyes to where her bunny costume lay. "We're still not finished." It was his turn to take charge now, and just doing it once hadn't been enough for him. "Put that on again so I can watch you." He reached over to the lamp on a nightstand beside her bed and turned it on, lighting up the room with a brilliant, orange glow. He squinted a little from the sudden light, but he could make everything out so much clearer now, as he smiled at Sophie.

"You said that Paul watched you dress that time. Well, now I want to watch you." She seemed so degraded by the night that Keith felt like devising a way to turn it over to their favor by undoing it all with some role play. "I'm waiting..."

He gave her a moment to act, whether to protest or to do what he ordered.
 
She followed his gaze to the costume she'd set down awhile ago. At his suggestion to let him watch, her smile faltered just a little as she remembered the incident with Paul, but Keith was entirely different. And she got the feeling that he had something in mind, so when his gaze returned to her, she smiled back down at him. Her grey eyes squinted at the light as her eyes adjusted, her skin taking on the golden glow of the lamp. Her hair took on a new fiery look as well. She laughed and shook her head as she told her he was waiting. "Well, you can just wait a little longer," she said, giving him a little look as she got up. Her hair fell into place, the curls running down her back beautifully.

Her voluptuous figure moved gracefully across the room to her suit and she put it on again, starting with the stockings and then pulling on the leotard, adjusting it perfectly before she added the ears. She filled out the uniform perfectly, her long legs in stockings, her large breasts practically on display, and a little tail to draw attention to that fine ass of hers. Her normally creamy white skin still had a bit of a rosy tint from their activity, and her eyes sparkled with lust and curiosity. When she turned back to reveal all this to him, she was just as sexy as she had been at the club, only now, she had sex hair, and the knowledge that Keith still wanted her. She smirked and gave a little twirl. "Well? How do I look?" she asked.
 
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