Amaranthine
Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 26, 2016
- Location
- Canada
Bryce was right - he really should have known that Alicia would be supportive of everything that he could ever want to do. The exception to that might be killing someone, but in a world like this even that could be something she respected, if it was meant to keep her or them safe. It wasn’t like she would be able to judge after the events at the hotel, anyways. They lived in a dangerous world surrounded by people made dangerous out of necessity, and sometimes there was no other choice. Obviously, nothing Bryce would genuinely want to do would be that extreme or violent.
“Mmm, guess it’s time for me to stop snooping through your bag,” Alicia said back to him, scrunching up her nose as she did so. “Sometimes I like to look and see if you’ve picked up any new gear, but I would hate to ruin the surprise.” Obviously, she wouldn’t want to get in the way of anything Bryce was trying to do - for her or not. She respected him and his space immensely, but she also knew that they had very little options when it came to collecting keepsakes or important items. If shit were to hit the fan now, they would want to have everything they needed close by in a single bag if at all possible. Very rarely did Alicia ever sneak peek in the first place - and those scarce moments had been in the early days, introducing herself to the main players in Bryce’s bondage gear.
“You really are the best, though,” she needed to say again - it might seem like she said that a lot, but in her eyes she never said it enough. Bryce really was the best thing that had happened to her. “I love that you’re always thinking of me, and how to make me happy. I’m going to have to come up with something really awesome to beat homemade love song kind of sap, though.”
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The way Nick grabbed at her had a way of winding Anna up - always had and probably always would. He was the only person who had ever looked at her like she was more than something to fuck - or at least the only person that she’d somewhat believed that about since losing the naïveté that told her people had good intentions. That played a huge role in how she reacted to him - how easily she grew wet with his touch, how accepting she was of it, how quickly he could bring her to climax. Nick’s talent played a role in that too, of course.
”Almost as much as- ah,” she tried to get through a sentence only to be cut off by her own moan, barely even able to keep a thought straight in her head that didn’t revolve entirely around how Nick’s lips had felt on her breasts and the way he was making easy work of her clit. He might have a smart-ass remark to make but he was the one driving her crazy - hell, Anna felt like she was doing a half-ass job compared to him and she was putting everything her hazy mind was capable of in to making Nick truly crave her.
She couldn’t pull away from him - as he’d dared to move his head hers and gone with it, and the closer she got the more her thighs tightened around Nick’s. He could make her shake if he played his cards right, treated her slow and careful like he was now. This wasn’t the first time they’d played the teasing and build up game, and it was a damn good way to warm up to something better - especially in the moments where that something better was of the rougher variety. “As I love to have you inside of me,” she managed to finish the thought several moans later, her eyes clenching tight as her upper body spasmed- the first sign beyond her growing dampness that she was right on the edge.
“Mmm, guess it’s time for me to stop snooping through your bag,” Alicia said back to him, scrunching up her nose as she did so. “Sometimes I like to look and see if you’ve picked up any new gear, but I would hate to ruin the surprise.” Obviously, she wouldn’t want to get in the way of anything Bryce was trying to do - for her or not. She respected him and his space immensely, but she also knew that they had very little options when it came to collecting keepsakes or important items. If shit were to hit the fan now, they would want to have everything they needed close by in a single bag if at all possible. Very rarely did Alicia ever sneak peek in the first place - and those scarce moments had been in the early days, introducing herself to the main players in Bryce’s bondage gear.
“You really are the best, though,” she needed to say again - it might seem like she said that a lot, but in her eyes she never said it enough. Bryce really was the best thing that had happened to her. “I love that you’re always thinking of me, and how to make me happy. I’m going to have to come up with something really awesome to beat homemade love song kind of sap, though.”
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The way Nick grabbed at her had a way of winding Anna up - always had and probably always would. He was the only person who had ever looked at her like she was more than something to fuck - or at least the only person that she’d somewhat believed that about since losing the naïveté that told her people had good intentions. That played a huge role in how she reacted to him - how easily she grew wet with his touch, how accepting she was of it, how quickly he could bring her to climax. Nick’s talent played a role in that too, of course.
”Almost as much as- ah,” she tried to get through a sentence only to be cut off by her own moan, barely even able to keep a thought straight in her head that didn’t revolve entirely around how Nick’s lips had felt on her breasts and the way he was making easy work of her clit. He might have a smart-ass remark to make but he was the one driving her crazy - hell, Anna felt like she was doing a half-ass job compared to him and she was putting everything her hazy mind was capable of in to making Nick truly crave her.
She couldn’t pull away from him - as he’d dared to move his head hers and gone with it, and the closer she got the more her thighs tightened around Nick’s. He could make her shake if he played his cards right, treated her slow and careful like he was now. This wasn’t the first time they’d played the teasing and build up game, and it was a damn good way to warm up to something better - especially in the moments where that something better was of the rougher variety. “As I love to have you inside of me,” she managed to finish the thought several moans later, her eyes clenching tight as her upper body spasmed- the first sign beyond her growing dampness that she was right on the edge.