beyondtheline | Tornadoes and skeletons and nacho dogs, oh my

[She's laughing as she leans to rest her head against him. Her fingernails idly work their way up and down along his arm and they sit quietly like that for a minute or so before she finally speaks up.]

I was about to say there's sometimes too much of a good thing. But I don't think I can ever have enough of you. Especially not like that.

[Gosh, but she loves it when they lose control like that.]

But you didn't even take the time to appreciate getting to see my new tattoos from that angle, did you.

[That's the most teasing accusation she's ever thrown at him.]

Hey, I saw it, I just got caught up in the moment.

[But with his hands on her shoulders now, he turns her so he can enjoy the results of his creativity, then kisses just above the linework before he lets her go.]

You look real good covered in flowers.

[And that makes him imagine her reclining on a bed of them. Rose petals and peonies and violets. Come to think of it, he's not sure what a peony looks like, but he knows it's a flower.]

Oh my gosh.

[She exhales the word, sounding completely taken by the idea of being covered in flowers.]

We should try that sometime. Find wildflowers and put them all over me and then take a picture with my camera. It'd be really pretty.

[And she'd find a way to get him all flowery too, so they can get a picture together. It's easy to get all warm and floaty feeling just thinking about something so sweet and romantic.

Her legs extend and flex a little, before she turns her head to plant a kiss to his shoulder.]

Wildflowers, or someone's flower bed when they're not looking.

[It'd be an easier way to raid a bunch of pretty shit, but it makes him laugh.]

Maybe with spring rains we'll get lucky, find some wildflowers out in the hills. Wouldn't hurt to look. Maybe some on our drive, too, but only if we wind up drivin' in daylight.

[Hard to see flowers at night, after all. But once they get back to California that'll make things simpler. He can twist orange poppies into her hair, those things are everywhere.]

Can we do that? Just once, when it seems like it will be a really nice day.

[Not only would it be good for spotting flowers, it would be nice to just soak up the sun as they drive. She tries not to sound too hopeful about it, just because he's the one that drives and if he doesn't like driving in the daytime she's not going to beg and plead and make him.

Her head turns again, and she starts working her lips along his shoulder and up his neck as best as she can at the angle.]

We can find flowers, and then I'll be your little flor.

[That may or may not be flower. She doesn't really care, because her teeth are scraping lightly against his skin so she can drink in his reaction.]

[Mmm, she's doing everything she can to convince him, isn't she? He closes his eyes and smiles as he leans his head away from her just a little so she can easily reach all that skin, while his arm around her starts to lightly scratch at the back of her head.]

Yeah, sure. Maybe up in the mountains. West of here somewhere. We gotta go through New Mexico. I bet there's all kindsa pretty desert flowers to cover you in, this time of year.

[Or, again, someone's garden. Raid it while they're at work. He grins at the thought.]

'Course if we don't find something good on the drive, we have all of time to find it in LA. I hear people go to Death Valley for flowers in spring. Can't say I've ever been, though.

[Ohhh his fingers are in her hair and she shivers as she nips at a spot she's worked against his skin. He'll have a nice hickey there soon, and the thought makes her grin. Johnnie's going to go home covered in injuries and hickeys, and his brothers are going to tease the hell out of him for it.]

We'll find the perfect flowers when the timing is right.

[She's distracted by him now, and sucks at his neck for a few more seconds before pulling away and turning in the water. This tub is big enough she can go to the other side, and turns to face him. Now it's easier to rise up on her knees and lean in to kiss him, letting something that starts slow and sweet turn fierce and heated.]

Like daisies and sunflowers. I really would like those.

[Yeah, she's going to be annoying and keep trying to talk even after slipping her tongue into his mouth.]

[Must be time for the second course. He welcomes her into his arms and lets her occupy his mouth as well as his thoughts, as warmth again begins to build within him. He'll need a good few minutes to really get going, but then again, she said she wanted to get off without him touching her, right? Means he'll have plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her, and he'll be absolutely burning with need by the time she lets him close again - or by the time he insists, anyway.]

Mm, daisies an' sunflowers. Sure, babe.

[Who knows where the fuck to find those but that's not a problem he's going to dwell on right now. He tugs her forward onto his lap, and pulls his mouth away from hers to nibble sharply at her collarbone.]

[She vaguely remembers something about him not touching her, but clearly it's not time for that yet. Right now, she's happy to be in his lap, warm against him. So often they get so consumed with giving in to their wants and their urges that they dive right in. She's all too pleased to take their time right now, though at a certain point she guides his head up enough that she can kiss him.]

You won't even -

[She pauses in between kisses.]

Remember daisies or sunflowers.

[Again, teasing him is just for fun. Her laughter is muffled with her lips against his, and she's very proud of herself for not grinding in his lap or doing anything but just kissing.]

I might.

[He pretends to be offended, then switches his frown to a smirk as he kisses her, then moves to kiss and nibble at her ear, tracing his teeth and tongue along its curves.]

Problem is, I dunno where to find those. Where do daisies an' sunflowers grow, anyway?

[Sunflowers are big and yellow, right? Maybe he's seen them in storybooks as a kid. Daisies are small and white, and those come in bouquets at shops with other flowers. That's it, he'll rip off a florist's if he can't find a better way.]

The ground, mostly.

[Which is both very much blunt and true, but also very ditzy to say. She doesn't even laugh at herself, because she's too busy gasping as he pays attention to her ear. That causes her to rock in his lap, one hand caressing his cheek and slipping up to his hair as she tips his head back up so she can kiss him.]

You have to let me go. It's time to watch. No more touching, okay?

[Her voice cuts through as a whisper, and she reluctantly pulls out of his lap so she can retreat back to the far end of the tub. That distance is better for him to see and watch as she sits with her legs spread, giving him a full view. She's feeling nice and in the mood now, and her touch starts at her own breasts, cupping and groping before she works her fingers against her nipple. An eyebrow quirks as she keeps her eyes on his, questioning if he's still okay playing along.]

[He lets her go as she pulls away, and rests his elbows against the side of the tub as he moves his legs to give her room. For now, anyway. He might use those toes of his later, once he gets to wanting to tease too badly to play along.

And what a show she's already begun to put on. He watches with clear interest as her hands roam her own body, and gives an appreciative little hum.]

Yeah, sure, babe. But we'll see how long it takes until you're begging me to touch you again. I give you, I dunno, two minutes. Maybe five.

Two?!

[She gasps in surprise, mock offended. Her jaw drops, and she lets her touch slip away from her own body so she can reach over and playfully swat at his chest. She's laughing when she settles back down, and continues paying her breasts careful attention. As she works her nipples to hardness, she softly murmurs in approval at the sensation.

There's nothing rushing her, and she takes a minute or so of that before one hand works its way down her body. Rather than heading between her legs right away, she plays with her belly button piercing a little. It shouldn't feel good, it's actually kinda sore. But it also feels good somehow, and she sighs contently as that hand moves down to where she wants it to be.

He's always so eager to be the one to touch her and give her pleasure that she hasn't really needed to touch herself in a while. But she knows now what she likes. Her fingers don't press inside herself, not yet. She takes her time, letting her touch ghost along her folds and teasingly spread herself open enough that he gets a full view as she rubs gentle circles against her clit. It could so easily feel lewd and wrong, but his gaze on her only makes her feel bold and attractive.

There's no hesitation when her touch eventually becomes more, two fingers curling inside. That makes her whine, needy for more. But she has to last longer than five minutes, her pride is on the line here! She can't and won't beg him to touch her. He has to be the one to break first.]

Do you know what's really nice? [Because sure, why not have a conversation right now?] That I haven't had to do this for myself in weeks. It feels weird to touch myself instead of letting you do it.

[He laughs at her indignance, and continues to keep his hands and toes to himself. Honestly, this is hitting some kind of power trip kink in a way he doesn't usually seek out, like she's putting on this show for him and him alone, trying to please him by pleasing herself. It's almost true, except that clearly she's enjoying the moment, too.

He can be patient. He can wait, since he's just gotten off only a few minutes ago. He's determined to surprise her with how long he can hold off before he starts getting demanding. Still, he finds himself watching her fingers intently, imagining it's his hands, his mouth on her.]

Nothin' wrong with a little self-love. You musta done plenty before you met me, right? Did you have a usual fantasy? Spend time thinkin' about all the hot guys you couldn't touch the way you wanted?

Mmm...

[The sound draws out as her eyes close, and she basks in the feel of her own fingers making little waves of pleasure pool low in her belly.]

Not really. There really wasn't anyone I wanted to touch me like this.

[That point is accented by her fingers slipping free from herself so she can work at her clit again. Goosebumps rise up on her skin as she gets into that, sighing and whining softly as her hips rock against her own hand.]

I just would do this sometimes when I needed to feel in control of something. Just one thing in my life I could control, it was this.

[Which might be depressing, but it was always about finding a way to express herself. Even if it was when she was alone in bed at night or in the tub or something, it still was a way for her to assert her own kind of power over something.]

Right now? I'm imagining it's you touching me.

[But she's not to the point of begging. Not even as her eyes flutter open, and her gaze locks onto his.]

Don't have to imagine that.

[He laughs a little, low and quiet. But she knows, of course. She knows, and she's refusing to let him, because it's a game. And because she should be allowed to have that control of her life, whenever she wants.

The way things were for her before was deeply fucked up and he hasn't forgotten. He's just glad he gets to be the one to hand some of that control back, to make her feel comfortable to handle things at her own pace and seek out her own pleasures.]

You musta thought about something though, right? Or are you one a' those real lucky ones who can just get off on touch alone?

[Kind of makes sense, actually. He's met plenty of girls who have to have their imaginations going, who've told him about it, but she's so sensitive to his touch and so eager to experience everything, maybe she's always been able to get off just because it feels so damned good.

He breathes slowly, watching her as he's absorbed into the sight of her wrapped up in her own touch, and his cock stirs. Man, he can do this, he can hold on and wait. Just has to make it longer than she does.]

[That question slips her up, and she stops moving for a second just so she can watch him and see how he's admiring her. Her chest rises and falls a little faster just seeing that, and she finds herself shrugging as an initial answer.]

I guess I'd think about Jason sometimes. [Her answer is so embarrassed and shy that she feels like she might just sink down into the water and let it take her.]

But he'd never want to do anything like this. Or touch me like this when I could be touching him instead.

[Talking about her old life just feels weird now. Especially when it comes to her ex-boyfriend. But since she's determined to "win", she resumes rubbing at her sensitive nub, putting on a show of squirming and groaning for him. Her fingers once again curl inside, and she tries her best to keep working them in and out slowly. The angle is awkward, and it's just not as good as when he does it. But it still feels good enough that she can make herself be on display for him to enjoy.

He'll cave in and beg her soon. She's sure of it.]

[Ah, that motherfucker. Well, she's allowed to think he's hot, even if he's a real asshole. Definitely not mutually exclusive things.

Makes him a little angry, though. Not what she said, far from it, but the idea that that moron had all this in front of him and didn't know how good he had it, that he'd do her wrong just because he was so goddamned self-absorbed. She deserves the world.

Deserves him, in fact. And if it wasn't for this little game, he'd be determined to remind her just how good he makes her feel, how much he can give her. He wants his lips on her clit, her soft folds, wants to suck the taste of her off her fingers.

He rolls his shoulders and hums again, an almost groan at the sight of her.]

You want me to touch you, baby girl, all you gotta do is say it. I'm right here.

[He's still determined to make her ask for it, though, even as he feels his erection more intensely, eager to again bury himself inside.]

I know.

[Her voice is soft and sweet, a little sing-songy as she bites at her lip to try and stifle a breathy moan. He's trying to stay composed, but she takes no issue with slowly making herself come undone. Her face contorts in a mixture of concentration and pleasure as she tries to be satisfied with just her own fingers.

It's tempting to give in and beg him.

Really, really tempting. And she almost does, her mouth opening so she can ask him to touch her. He's so good to her, so good for her. It's because of him she's free enough to be able to tease the both of them like this. And he's gone and called her baby girl, which she's always weak for. Her thighs tremble with restraint as she rocks against her own hand.]

I want you to touch me. But I want you to be the one that gives in first.

An' what if I hold out, you gonna get yourself off without me?

[It wouldn't be the worst thing. He likes the idea of watching her come for him while just imagining it's him pleasing her. Her moaning for him as she rolls her own clit and works her fingers inside her, so full of need for him while he declines to give it to her. And once she's come, trembling and sensitive, then he'll take her and bring her to yet another orgasm so she can know that while her hands are good, his cock in her pretty little pussy is even better.

Fuck, he's going to have a hard time pulling this off if just imagining that while watching her is making him struggle. He aches to bury himself in her, and resorts to wrapping his fingers around his length and slowly stroking, just to stave off that ache. His fingertips seek out the places he's sensitive, as he slides his palm across hot, sensitive skin.]

You know what I got here for you, babe. You know how I fill you up an' get you moaning. You want me, don't you?

[It's difficult when he's being both infuriating and sexy. She really wants him, and her eyes are dark with desire for him as she look up at him. Her chest is rising and falling faster now, and it's hard to ignore the ache for him that she feels. Her fingers aren't enough, and they both know it.

She's clearly doing something to him too, and she watches him stroke himself without any shyness.]

I always want you.

[But that's not asking him to touch her. Not yet. Her fingers move faster, curl a little harder within her. She's already edging in closer and closer, just with the little power trip she's having here. She doesn't stifle her groan as her hips grind against her hand.]

But you can't touch me. Not yet.

[God, he's beautiful like this. She wants him so badly the ache is all consuming. It only makes her hand move faster and harder, until she's worked herself up to the brink. She's shivering and writhing, but doesn't give in. It's going to be so good when one of them finally does.]

[Some small little sound, not quite a gasp or whimper but almost, edges past his lips as he watches her grind on her own hand and edge closer to getting herself over that brink. Fuck, it's almost painful to watch.

Any moment now he could easily completely disregard her words and mold himself against her. It's what they both want, despite her insistence that he can't touch yet. She's trying to bait him into disobedience. And that is what keeps him here, because while he's all too happy to break other people's rules normally, this isn't a real rule. This is a taunt. This is a game of chicken and he's fucking determined to win it.

So he keeps his own touch languid and distractingly light. Not enough to do much of anything other than keep him wanting her as he eyes her body, and where her fingers press inside. He gives a slow breath out through his nose, then another, focused through the intensity of his need. His eyelids flutter as he thumbs at the ridges around the head of his cock, and yet he won't close his eyes completely, he doesn't want to miss any of this incredible show.]

Ven aquí, milagrita. Puedo ver que lo quieres adentro. Lemme scratch that itch for you.

[He smirks, and stills his hand while he beckons with the other for her to come on over, just in case she's ready to let him win.]

[His words make her shiver, her hand moving faster as she gasps. But it's the way he smirks and looks at her that dissolves her will to keep the game going. Oh, she really wants to win. She wants it so bad. And for a second, it feels like he resolve might hold out.

But when her eyes glance down toward his beckoning hand, she whimpers and curls her fingers within her. Fine, he can win. She isn't so prideful that she cares about winning. At least not that much. As soon as her hands are free, she's left wanting. It takes her a total of two seconds to move through the water and cross the tub to get to him.

She practically pounces on him, hopefully not hard enough to make him slam his head or anything against the tub. But that's hard to care about when she kisses him with a frenzied lust, and moves so she can knock his hand away and sink down on his cock. If he wants to be able to touch her, he'll have to keep up as she starts to ride him at a demanding pace.]

Tócame.

[She gives him that permission he wants, since he's already won the game of chicken.]

[Man, for a second he thinks she's fucking with him, that she can't possibly have given in, but he's so goddamn glad to welcome her into his arms and onto his cock. He laughs a little at her insistence, but it's a laugh of relief, too, because fuck he was really going to struggle if either of them tried to keep that up another second.

Not that his laugh lasts long. She silences him with kisses, and then he tips his head back in a moan as she starts rocking up and down on him. It pushes him lower in the water so that he has to use one hand to help keep himself propped up so he doesn't slide under with their movements, but with the other hand he reaches up to do exactly as she demands. He cradles the back of her head and pulls her in for another demanding kiss, then drags his nails down her spine and speaks between breaths.]

Holy shit.

[Fuck, it's pure bliss. His hand reaches her lower back, and he slides it between them in what little space he can find, and presses and rolls her clit with his thumb.]

[She can't respond with words. Her lips part and she whines, his fingers against her clit almost too much. Of course she loves it though, and keeps riding him as he works her closer and closer to the edge.

Water is definitely being sloshed and splashed all over, pouring over the side of the tub to the tile floor. Caring about that is far from her mind as she seeks her release. The only thing that matters is how she feels and how warm and solid he is against her.

She comes hard as he's rolling her clit against his thumb, and she gasps his name as her body goes taut in his arms. ]

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