Reyson's Room (Fourth Floor)

[As Day Fades]

The afterglow was sweet, wonderfully sweet, but just as short-lived. There had been a feathery kiss and a quick, though meaningful cuddle. He could have fallen asleep with her right then and there. A nuzzle, a hold, and a nap would have been the best epilogue to their lovemaking Reyson could think of, but she was soon up and off to shower. He did watch her butt sway a bit, at least, and he did smirk. What Melanie felt...he felt it too, though in all honesty he would likely keep the thought to himself. They way she'd come on to him, the way they'd approached this, it was hard to imagine she thought of it as anything aside from a bedroom romp with an attractive coworker. It was sweet, yeah, but Rey knew how easily he got attached sometimes. That was gonna be the hardest part of working the brothel here, even if he really only wanted to do it as a part-time, selective thing. It was probably easier for Mel, and Scarlett, and people like that. He'd...just have to learn.

After two or three minutes of laying there, collecting his thoughts as he collected his breath, Reyson stretched and arched on the bed. Swinging his feet around, he stood on the smooth floor to follow after her, heading over to the elegant bathroom. The bedroom was one thing, but this bathroom was a favorite part of his about the room; it's the reason he picked this over staying somewhere else in the brothel's upper floors. Cold slate greeted his feet as he stepped up behind Melanie, again getting a lovely view of the redhead's tight little derriere, this time while she showered. Stepping up behind, he placed a palm at the height of either arm, right where her arms met her shoulders.

"Don't move," he spoke calmly, but enough to be heard over the rushing water. Reyson stepped right up behind Melanie, melding his body to hers. Line for line, bend for bend, his feet stood outside and just behind hers, his crotch, flaccid but slick with her nectar, pressing against her cheeks, his abdomen to her lower back, and his chest to her upper. One arm slid down, hand around her waist, smooth palm caressing over her bare belly. It sent a shiver through him, that. That was one spot of many he wanted to kiss her, and nibble her, and explore her with as much time as she'd allow. The other arm slipped beneath Melanie's right, coming to wrap around her front, across her collar bone, just above her breasts. Like that he held her, chest to her back, crotch to her rear, one arm beneath hers and around her chest, the other smoothing from her belly up to her ribs, then gliding his touch down to the valley of her hips, stopping just short of the redhead's womanhood before caressing back across her belly again.

"Don't move," he whispered again, beginning a light, affectionate kiss upon the far end of her left shoulder. Carefulness be damned, his chest beat in a way that still craved something from this woman, even if the intimacy ended up being a one-time thing. Reyson kissed the edge of her shoulder, light, delicate, then again, a second time, this one less than an inch inward. Then another, just a little further than that. Then another. Then another, and another kiss, trailing from her shoulder to her neck now, and from her neck to the upper part of her left jaw. "Mel," he breathed, nuzzling his nose just behind her ear. A slow, gentle sway began, Reyson's eyes closed now as he rocked her body just a little left, then just a little right, embracing her thinner form in his grip. The kisses began again, back down the side of her neck, kissing again, and again, now across the back of her neck. Red hair tickled against his nose and face and he just smiled all the more for it. Coming up around the right side of her face, Reyson pressed his left cheek to her right, holding Melanie sweetly in that gentle sway. "May I wash you?"

 

[GoodLilGirl]

Melanie had begun to skim her soapy hands over her form.

”Don’t move,” she heard and before she could even turn her head, he was behind her. Against her. His body pressed so easily along hers that it was like their bodies had been made just to form against one another. Her breath caught in her throat, a soft hitch as her desire was reignited. It was such an oddity, for her. She was used to giving and receiving pleasure and enjoying the hell out of it but this? He wasn’t even being sexual right now and still her belly clenched in need.

She wanted to rock back against him, to show him that he could take her again but that phrase came again, ”Don’t move,” and she bit at her lower lip, hard. He hadn’t asked her for much, so she would submit to his request. Perhaps the pain of the bite would clear her mind a bit of the all-consuming lust and need she felt for Reyson. A part of her wondered what exactly she had gotten herself in to.

His hands and lips seemed to be everywhere. With each press of his mouth igniting a smoldering fire atop her flesh, each gentle caress causing her body to arch within his grasp. Her ass pushed back lightly against his crotch, a movement she couldn’t control since she was simply reacting to him. Her name fell from his lips again and she shivered. A simple “Mel” was apparently all it took for him to have her wet and ready for him again. Her already aching muscles tightened with need but she stood there instead. Locked in his arms and feeling his heart practically beating through his chest against her back. Then there was another question. A simple one and she wondered at the bartender, wondered if he knew his effect on her body. Knew that no one had made her feel quite like this before.

“Yes… Do whatever you want with me….” Permission was granted, followed by a soft, husky chuckle.

 

[As Day Fades]

"I can't do whatever I want," he replied lightly, amused. "Silly. There's only twenty-four hours in a day."

A soft kiss, upon the rightmost edge of her lips. "But, I think, if you'd give me all of them, we can at least make a dent in that list." The gentle sway slowed to a cease. "For now, I'd like to wash you."

She hadn't really begun. Reyson took up where Melanie had left off and traced back her steps, smoothing his palms over the part of her upper chest already covered with suds. His hands delved into the bubbly foam, caressing over her, smoothing along the skin of her collarbone, where they then continued onto her shoulders. His touch glided down along her arms and to the back of her hands, palm over palm, fingers slipping between fingers, holding her like that for a moment. It was short-lived, though, as his hands then moved around to the front of hers, gathering up all the suds she'd created thus far and smoothed them back up, over her arms.

A tender nuzzle was ever present, cheek against cheek, eyes lidded closed. Reyson nuzzled, occasionally breaking it to place a now and then peck at the edge of her lips, but was always quick to start it right back up again. His hands explored her, gently palming her breasts, cupping them, feeling them, feeling how supple they were, feeling how soft they felt. Exploring one of the most feminine things about a woman. Feeling her prominent nipples, rubbing each gently between two fingers. At one point he flattened a palm above her left breast, pausing his movements to feel her heart beat. It wasn't sexual, none of it, even the attention he gave to her bosom; it was in admiration, in exploration of a lover's body.

His touch did have to part with her body, temporarily, but in it his arms remained around Melanie's sides the entire time. Reyson leaned against her back just a bit as he leaned forward, peeking through closed eyes to grab the gel directly from the bottle this time. His eyes fell back closed and his body straightened again once he had it, palms replacing themselves below her breasts now, one on the smooth expanse of her belly, the other on her ribs. There they rubbed, fingers outstretched, in just as much calm exploration as he was actually washing her. Convenient, that. Reyson chuckled a bit at the thought, nuzzling her cheek wordlessly throughout.

How well could she balance? He wondered this, and thought to find out, the nuzzle leaving her cheek to then turn into a series of light kisses tracing up her jaw, then down her neck, then back some to Melanie's right shoulder blade a his knees started to bend. Reyson's right hand remained wrapped around her belly. The left, as his body dipped, dipped down with him, though more so. It went from her ribs to her stomach, from her stomach to her left hip, and from her left hip to the back of her left thigh. Gently, and slowly, Melanie would feel her left knee urged to a bend and, as Reyson rose back up to a full stand behind her, he lifted her left leg in the air, held out to her left side.

His right hand slipped from her belly to her crotch, cupping her vagina in a warm, sudsed up palm, immediately setting to a very tender rub.

 

[GoodLilGirl]

The vampiress chuckled quietly at his response to her offer. Only 24 hours in a day, hmmm? His statement coupled with his languorous movements allowed her mind to drift, wondering exactly what he had in mind for her and/or her body. Obviously he would surprise her, of that she had no doubt since she hadn’t expected this, any of this from the bartender when she had first laid eyes on him. In fact, she had assumed he would be ‘fun’. A quick romp in the sheets and if he was good, perhaps a permanent fuck buddy among the employees. One where she didn’t feel inclined to perform and instead could just have fun.

After this, though, she didn’t know what she expected of him anymore. Hell, she didn’t know if she wanted to expect anything of him. He could keep surprising her as he had all evening and she would probably be a happy girl. Somehow, even without trying to be sexual, he stirred things in her that gave her pause. His skillful hands wandered her body under the guise of washing her slickened skin but he was too thorough, too… everywhere. Another chuckle escaped her throat at her thoughts and she was brought out of her reverie when he lifted her left leg to the side, bringing her back to the here and now so she could balance in the warm shower without bringing both of them tumbling to the ground.

It was then that his hand cupped her sex and she closed her eyes, leaning her head back against his chest. Usually, she didn’t allow herself to be in such a submissive position, completely at the mercy of anyone else but with Reyson it just felt right. His right hand roamed, massaging lightly and she felt the familiar tension in her abdomen building once more. A shiver crept down her spine and her body curved back against him as her lips parted, allowing her to exhale as another moan rolled from her mouth. “Tease….” She said throatily, following it with another chuckle as she reached back, letting her hand skim over his side.

 

[As Day Fades]

"Tease?" he responded, voice quizzical, brows furrowed. Reyson's palm continued to cup her, continued to rub in slow, firm motions, thoroughly making sure her naughty, naughty bits were very, very clean. "Melanie, honey," in a light tone, "don't be such a pervert." Oh, he sure as hell was teasing. The blonde was quite thankful for their placements right then, he behind her, his grin shielded by the tresses of red his face snuggled against, that and her cheek. Snickering, his body had shifted slightly to support and even encourage her dancer-like arc, allowing himself to be used for whatever balance she'd need. "I'm just bathing you. I'm trying to be romantic here." And rub her crotch throughout it, several fingers around, one soapy digit rubbing between. "Don't kill the mood."

Yet, as he said it he chuckled, right beside her face. It was light, it was playful, and it was undeniable, but dammit, he was gonna claim the moral high ground here anyway. Reyson's soapy hand left her cleaned sex - as clean as a pervy perv's ever could be - and began moving outward, along that raised leg. His fingers outstretched to try to encompass as much of her skin as he could, smoothing the slickened touch along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, moving as far as her knee, then slowly back again. Then to her knee, once more, rubbing in a slow, adoring caress, Reyson's heart beating against the skin of her back as he quietly explored. The next venture along such soft, soft skin saw him washing past her knee, all the way over her calf, then back to her knee. Then over her calf again, to her ankle, encouraging her leg to straighten as much as she was comfortable doing, before coming back inward, this time over the front.

"I'm enjoying this," came a softer, gentler tone of a whisper, one different from the teasing, one more like when he'd asked her permission in the first place. Reyson wrapped his right arm around her abdomen to hold Melanie steady while he let go of her left leg. Once that dropped to the floor his body shifted to the opposite direction, wrapping his left around her now, temporarily kneeling and leaning again so he could lift her up by her right. "I could explore you all night, if you'd let me." That left hand smoothed along her right thigh, just as it had the other. A slow, firm touch saw it pathing over creamy white skin, carefully squeezing at times, coming teasingly close to the core of her femininity at others. Like the first, Reyson's hand passed over her knee, continuing onto her calf, up to her ankle, guiding her leg to straighten out to the side as much as she was physically comfortable with.

Through it all Reyson breathed on her. Warm breath danced against her cheek. There were exceptions when he had to lean this way or that, but as much as he could his chest was pressed to her back, his body supporting her bend. His chest beat thoroughly. And, through it all, his softened manhood pressed snugly along the center of those firm, fine cheeks, ever so coincidentally. Not teasing, not in the slightest. "Turn around?" He whispered the request, as he'd whispered all else, his voice as doting as his touch. Reyson let go of her right leg, allowing Melanie to return to a normal stand. Smiling, he leaned in enough to place another peck at the corner of her lips "I need to wash your back, mm?" Then, standing up straight, "...I could just step back and do it normally, but, I...I think I'd like to do it in a hug."

One hand came to rest on her right hip, fingers wrapped around onto her slick, soapy belly. The other, his left, reached down to give the left side of her tush a playful couple of pats. "Hehe... C'mon, turn. Unless you don't like hugs?"

 

[GoodLilGirl]

The redheaded vamp was brought unwillingly out of her reverie by Reyson’s teasing words. She had been enjoying his ‘washing’ techniques and even though he had stated time and time again that he was simply helping to clean her pale skin and not induce anything more… Well, he had an effect whether he liked it or not. If her creamy white skin hadn’t already been slickened with water and now soap, then he would’ve easily been able to tell exactly how worked up she was over the simple cleansing when his hand slid down to her crotch before sliding out to her thighs.

It wasn’t until he asked her to turn around that her playfulness seeped back into her demeanor. A chance to return his kindness, so to speak and so she did spin slowly in his arms as he requested but instead of allowing him to continue, she reached passed him and lifted the body wash into her own hands.

“You poor thing,” she said with a slight pout that tried to force its way into a grin as she popped the top and placed some of the clear gel into her hand before recapping it and placing it back onto the shelf. “Here I am soaking up all of the attention and soap when you probably need a shower too, hmmm?” Her eyes met his for a moment and she allowed her brow to arch inquisitively as she rubbed her hands together, working up a lather before she even touched him. She leaned in, aligning her body with his so she could near her lips to his ear and whisper, “If I recall… Your skin was also slick with sweat and we need to get you washed before you can return to work…”

Before she withdrew, Melanie placed a light kiss at the side of his jaw and her hands easily found his skin. The vampiress started with his chest, placing her open palms onto his pecs and smoothing the suds around in slow circles. Since they were facing each other, she was allowed the chance for her gaze to drift over his body and her hands began following her eyes at first. Mirroring his movements, she took her time and went over each stretch of skin slowly. After his pecs were thoroughly clean, she smoothed her fingertips up and over his collarbones, then back behind his shoulders in a light massaging motion. This circular kneading movement continued all over his upper back until her hands found his neck and she worked there too, to rid him of any tension as her talented fingers smoothed along both sides of his spine.

This was indeed a rare side of Melanie. Being vampiric she was used to taking things a bit rough. Her body could handle more than a mortal’s could and therefore she was one of the few workers that had handled requests of a more violent nature… But this? She wasn’t used to seduction without reason or washing without overt groping. It was a surprisingly nice change of pace.

 

[As Day Fades]

The returned affection wasn't completely expected, but it was certainly completely welcome. Reyson smiled. His face had a sort of semi-embarrassed warmth to it now that he was the one on the receiving end of the tender attention, a position he similarly wasn't used to. But it was nice. It was very nice. He smiled as he watched Melanie soap up her hands, and he stared right into her eyes when she sought out his. He closed them when she began to wash his chest, and when her hands found their way to his shoulders, then to his neck, it was a natural, thoughtless motion for Reyson's arms to reach around her body, slipping beneath hers, encasing Melanie in an embrace. And just like that he held her, light but firm, there in that promised hug.

By God, girls are always so soft... They could be strong yet delicate at the same time. As she held around and washed his neck, Reyson held Melanie's bare, wet chest to his, feeling her breasts flatten as well as they could against his pecs. He felt his abdomen press against her, and just a little lower than that, his crotch, a length whose arousal seemed to rekindle more and more as the minutes passed, though it was not quite there yet. He felt the touch of her legs. He felt the warmth of her breath. His arms encased her within them, wrapped around her upper back, just beneath her shoulder blades, and for the next several minutes while Melanie washed at his shoulders, neck and upper back, he simply held her. Light, yet firm. Quiet. There was the sound of the twin showerheads, but they aside, there was something to be said of a simple, lengthy hug.

"I'm not in any rush to get back," came the eventual whisper, some minutes later. A nose-to-cheek nuzzle followed it, capped with a quick, playful nibble at her jaw. "Mm. We'll get there, but there's soo many other people down there working right now," with a smirk and an emphasis on his words. "It's opening night. There's more employees than customers," he chuckled. "Besides, if I go back now I'm just gonna be thinking of you most of the time. My mind is anything but clear," Reyson snickered, "and if I start messing up drinks, you'll be the one that has to explain things to the bosses."

Still embracing her within that close hug, Reyson's palms slid up her wet, slicked back to wrap his fingers over the back of each shoulder. This touch was brief, one hand soon moving from her shoulder to her neck, and then from Melanie's neck to up the back of her head, delving an open palm into her soaked crimson strands. Wordlessly, the palm cupped the back of her head and guided her to tilt, to rest it against his shoulder. She'd given him some attention, but he was back to pampering her again, hands all over her skin. Once her head was laying as he set it Reyson's right hand left the back of her hair to wrap around the back of her shoulders, encasing the opposite side lightly in his palm. His other, his left hand, traveled down the waterfall that was her back until he reached the small of it. From there it moved even further, fingers splayed, encasing, spreading, and simply holding firm the right cheek of her rear.

"I need you," came the whisper again. And again a gentle sway started up, one hand giving a good squeeze to her butt, the other holding around her upper back, to her shoulder. "I don't care how. I don't know...I just know my body needs you again before we go back. At least one more time." He kissed the rim of her ear.

 

[GoodLilGirl]

Melanie smirked to herself as she heard his explanations and excuses as to why they couldn’t return to work just yet. He would start fixing drinks incorrectly, hmmm? Oh no, the power which she held over him was astounding!

…. Those sarcastic and snarky, though good-natured, comments came to an abrupt halt in her mind as he unveiled his desires. Another round, at least one more round? She could handle that though she wasn’t going to give in just yet. Her hands kept skimming over his suds-upped skin, taking her time as her hands wandered in the same lazy paths that his had taken. His torso, his neck and shoulders, then his limbs one at a time. The vampiress ignored his growing erection until finally there was nowhere left to roam and even then she still teased.

Lightly caressing his inner thighs then curving her fingers so that her nails scraped teasingly over the same path. Only after he was fully erect and ready for her did she finally give in and touch him. Feather light strokes, varying which finger she allowed to roam over him, never using her full hand. Even when she cupped her right hand lightly around the tip, only her thumb truly made contact as she massaged the pad of her thumb against the underside of the head, then rolled it over the entire tip.

She kept her voice soft and low, or as low as she could while still being heard over the sound of the falling water that swept over their bodies as they stood pressed against one another. “And how do you need me, Reyson? Hmmmm?” She drew out the sound as it caused her mouth to vibrate and she used that sensation to her advantage as she pressed her lips to his jaw, peppering kisses up to his earlobe as she switched to teeth instead, dragging them over the lobe and nibbling teasingly.

“Do you wish to take me from behind? Do you want my hands against the wall?” Her mouth trailed down his neck again, spreading her kisses out to the very edge of his left shoulder as his hands remained clasped onto her firm ass. “Do you want slow and sensual again or do you wish for… something more urgent?”