( he should know exactly how much he's getting to her by the fact that she's given in, that she's talking back, not only entertaining every detail he so givingly paints her, but encouraging him for more. she's never claimed she wasn't a greedy girl, pleasure wasn't at the utmost of her priorities, but when she wanted, it was relentless. licking a fire through every inch of her only to radiate back to that little bundle betwixt her hips. )
Yeah, baby, I'm wet. I can't help it. And I know I'd feel you getting hard against me, when I writhe and whimper in your lap, find a way to rub against you to make it even more difficult not to snap.
But maybe that's what I want. ( lithe digits teasing at the rim of lace hugged to her hips, only thing holding her back being that they weren't his fingers. ) For you to bend me over that bed when you can't take it anymore.
( she'd most certainly feel him getting hard as she squirms against his lap — makes him realize just how hard he's getting in the here and now, even when she's however far away and he's reliant on his own imagination to provide him the feel of damp lace against his fingertips, the satisfying sound of his palm against her skin, the lingering sting of it afterwards.
all that, and she calls him baby. )
im sure u'd like that a lot if u riled me up til i snapped
id bend u over that bed and would rip those lacy panties rite off of u n dont think u would be done getting spanked tho just cuz my cocks inside of u if anything i think that means u deserve it even more
( and, maybe separating the fantasy from reality for a second, there's another quick text fired off, habitual: ) dios
( only other thing on her figure is an excuse of a silk, cropped cami, riding up along her ribs as she slips further down within the cool touch of her sheets, allowing fingers to curl that much closer to her own heat. the moment tip of middle finger rolls over sensitive bundle there's a low, relieved sound blooming from the bed of her throat- but it's not enough.
it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it. And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.
( it's funny, how even in this situation, isabelle's got a pretty damn good read on him. hell, he's got a decent read on her, too; she notes their penchant for bottling things up until they explode, or at least until they can whale on a punching bag to get it out of their system. he notes how strong-willed they both are, both when it comes to the physical and the mental, gritting their teeth and bearing it — maybe even reveling in it a little.
if right now wasn't right now, maybe he'd say something about it. but nah, hell no, he can't do that right now, not when his gaze drinks up every word on his screen, feels the ache of need beneath his hip bones. )
y limit it to just 1 would be easy to knot my fingers in ur hair n press hard against the back of ur neck pinning u there more u squirm, tighter im gonna pull, tighter my grips gonna get
think ud be able to hold still while i fuck u, hermosa? when ur ass is raw from me spanking u?
( it's the way she's been trained, the way she's been raised, analyzing whomever stood before her in any circumstances–in some essence–as a target. the only way to beat one's enemy was to become them, and maybe its why she feeds off of him so well. that and what she's already mentioned, that they've got plenty to bury and sometimes losing their own thoughts in another body was the only means of quiet.
so they'll do what they always do. pretend it's just a means of sating a more basic need, no more than a proper fuck and sliding out from within those sheets by morning; she knows better. always has, and yet she's still here. )
Now that's not very nice, niño. You woudn't want me looking back to you while you fucked me? Watch the way you make pretty little moans fall from my lips every time you spank me? I wouldn't want you to miss them.
I don't make promises that I can't keep. I'd prefer moving with you, but you could always make me stay put if you really wanted me to. I'm sure you're creative enough.
im not a nice or a good person and u kno that or else u wouldnt have come 2 me to help u out w this lil predicament of urs
since u apparently want certain things so much maybe i should just tie u up and let u beg for it and show me how bad u want it bet my willpowers stronger than urs watching u squirm and beg for it might even b enough 2 get me off
I think my little predicament has become ours, but I don't mind you being bad. Just as long as you don't expect me to be some good girl for you; I'm not in the mood. ( she could be, if the moment called for it, however the tone they'd taken to hardly left room for an easy game of submission. )
There isn't much to say for willpower if you have my hands tied, cari. Maybe you just know without that little advantage your bark wouldn't be nearly as intimidating, but I'm charmed you know just what's going to get you there, and that my voice could do it alone.
I'm not afraid to beg, but don't peg me as the type of girl that will before I know what I'm begging for.
( it's gonna take a minute, and it's sure as hell not gonna be as pretty as izzy's snap, not as well lit, either, but she'll get a picture in return — it's his cock, achingly hard, hints of hip bones peeking from the waistband of the underwear he's tugged down, fingers curled around the base. )
just look what uve done 2 me already hermosa
does it excite u 2 kno that ur able 2 wreck me w/ just ur words?
( she knows what to expect before the picture is even sent through, and while it's never been much in the way of something she'd ask for, there's something (admittedly aggravating) about him that allows him to gleam past all of those signature turn offs. of course, the fact that he's painfully rigid and, as indicated, merely at the thought of fucking her—she's not cruel enough to refuse credit where it's clearly due. )
Mm, something like that. Just think of what I could do with my mouth.
What are you going to do about that, querido? You going to stroke yourself and pretend you're nestled between my thighs, or make a move? I'll talk you through it either way ;)
( if rene thinks too long about what isabelle could do with her mouth — those perfectly red lips, mierda — this will all be over a lot sooner than either of them would like it to be.
it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?
( it's the lively buzz of her phone, his name across the center of it's screen that leaves a swell of pride curling within her chest—that and something like anticipation, rich and hot, causing legs within her sheets to give a little writhe. the moment she's pressing it to her ear she hears his voice, accent thick and rolling off of his tongue like a sigh he can't dispel fast enough.
she can hear the bite of the breeze at either side of him, assuming he's walking, a commending hum given in response. ) My own place, just a little past the north building. ( maybe it's because he's gotten her just as roused, that she can't think of anything but that husky tone right against her ear alongside the heat of his breath, that the mami slips past without a chide.
izzy drifts to the edge of her bed, letting limbs over the side of it where she waits in lacy panties and a plenty cropped grey hoodie that only just met her ribs. thighs tighten together, biting inner of her cheek as that grin sparks all the wider. ) Meaning I can be as loud as I need to, papi.
Mm, good. Real good, ( rene breathes as he starts towards her apartment building — and not soon enough. he wasn't expecting the sound of her voice, even through the speaker of his phone, to do him in as bad as it does.
it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.
( a kittenish snicker is let through the phone, giving a sultry little graze of fingertips as instructed, maroon nails grazing along the centre of her abdomen til she reaches the hem of that cropped sweater—a slow arch of notched spine causes bottom curve of her breasts to just peek in display, but she stops there, tongue splitting her lips. )
I bet you'd like that. ( she's still got a bit of that taunting edge to her tone, a hint of brooklyn in it's roots. only there's no use now denying what he's done to her, how she's wet at the heated apex of her thighs, how his voice is roughened enough to nearly encourage her to lay back on that bed once more. but she won't. not if he wants anyone to open that front door for him. )
You want me to spoil the surprise, carino? Tell me where you want me to touch. ( til you're here to do it for yourself. )
( there's a low bout of laughter at that, a bittersweet, ) Like you could spoil anything.
( certainly not the insistent tightness at the front of his jeans, goddamn aggravating but no less welcome, especially when she decides that she wants him to tell her where to touch. that's a lot of power for a headstrong guy, and he's happy to roll with it, turning a corner towards her apartment building. )
I want you to tell me how wet you are, baby girl. ( another statement that drifts off his tongue before he knows what he's even saying, his whole body far too tense and keyed up for him to even be cognizant of anything around him, pretty much just on autopilot. in the meantime, he arrives to what he thinks is the building, buzzes up to be let into the front door to the complex. )
Yeah? ( an airy, melodious note to her tone, meant to goad the impatience she know wavers against his tongue. he's all fluent want, laugh of his carrying a warmth she has a feeling doesn't often come about, but she's far too distracted to linger on the thought. later, perhaps. for now, she'll indulge him a caress of middle and ring digits side by side to the seam of her panties, hips giving a small rut in response, a sigh let into the phone. )
You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.
( there's an exasperated groan at her little request, the sound of her voice instead of the telltale sign of a door's lock clicking open, a light thud as his forehead leans against the glass window next to the front doorway. )
Please, ( he insists, one finger pressed on the speaker button, his other hand getting shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie as though the indirect contact might help him out, sate his hunger a little until she lets him in. ) Por favor, Isabelle. Te necesito mucho. He esperado demasiado.
( he can't stop thinking about how wet she is, surely, and the desperation to find out for himself, to slip his fingers between her thighs, to run roughened fingertips over damp lace, to take her over his knee and spank her for making him wait so damned long, absolutely eats at him. )
( he can't see it, but undoubtedly he knows of the grin that's perched wickedly across her mouth, brims still carrying that familiar ruby tint—thank the angel for lipsticks that withheld an entire day's wear. if not, he'll hear it in the way following words lace together like velvet, dripping with praise and a click of her tongue. ) Good boy.
( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )
( good boy, she says, and in any other situation — a situation in which rene can think clearly, unburdened by the thrumming of his heartbeat in his ears, powered by adrenaline coursing through his veins — he'd laugh at the irony of it all. wild dog, a good boy.
he has no intention of being good for the remainder of the evening, though, now that the seemingly final obstacle has been cleared; the lock clicks, a sound that cuts right through the tension in him. rene is hardly cognizant of his actions as he opens the front door, immediately heads for the stairwell and starts up them, fueled purely by his desires than coherent thinking, phone shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie and quickly forgotten.
third floor, apartment 2A. his fingers, curled into a tight fist, rap against the door, knuckles against painted metal. one, two, three, and that's all it takes. now comes perhaps the most difficult part — the anticipation between the knock and the door opening, and he could practically salivate simply thinking about wait awaits him behind it. )
( she doesn't go far in the brief span of time it takes him to scale those stairs, rather she's perched herself against the back of her couch that's merely a few feet from the entry, breeze courting past gauze curtains to kiss flesh that's left bare to the room. it's like a taunting graze of his palms, of what's to come, only chilled where his touch will undoubtedly run hot, far less gentle.
but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
( the door opens and it's like everything freezes in that moment. his eyes rake over her body, take in lace and cropped fabric and skin and those red lips, pupils dilated from the incessant need that's taken over his body, burning through his veins.
the way rene sees it, he has two options. one, he can grab that ass that taunted him so in the snap that started this whole thing, pull her flush against him and kiss those lips that have all but tormented him in his dreams since that first day he met her, going toe to toe with her at the gym. his adrenaline then pales in comparison to what's taken hold of him so completely right now.
or he could hoist her over his shoulder without a single word, effortless, his arm wrapping tight around her legs to keep them still, show her exactly how this is gonna go down based on their conversation, on promises made, on desires he hardly knew he had within himself, unfulfilled. he knows what he's capable of. he knows what she's capable of.
so that's what he does. one grunt and she's hauled over his shoulder, heart thudding as his eyes adjust to the low light of her apartment, head towards where he can only assume the bedroom lies. a few more steps and the real action can begin. )
( it's no more than a few seconds that passes between her fingers tangled within that shirt, door shutting behind them and his eyes running over her within the dark, but it suspends between them infinitely. the cage of her ribs alights with a fire even his messages, the sound of him hadn't elicited. it's thrilling, undeniably, as if his gaze was enough on it's own to touch her, graze between her thighs, a hot breath into the crook of her neck.
she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )
( she calls him needy, as though she is not the very cause of it all — the near-tingling in his palms, the dryness in his throat, the neediness that tightens within him, holds onto him like a vice, begs for release. in another time, he might laugh, but this feeling that's overtaken him — this scenario they've played out — doesn't allow it now.
instead, his free hand, far too impatient for him to resist any longer what with the thing he desires most quite literally within his gasp, kneads the curve of her ass with his palm, fingers dipping beneath the thin lace that hardly covers her. he thinks he might indulge in what she asked for through text, but for her little comment —
index finger and thumb pinch together, hard enough to leave a faint mark later, though smaller than whatever he'll later inflict upon her, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment before he chides: ) I already told you — I ain't playing around tonight, mama.
( her bedroom, as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment, which suits them in this moment, he thinks. there's no hesitation before he sits on the edge of her bed, repositions her across his lap where she'll surely feel the fruits of her effort, hard and pressing. one hand brushes her hair over her shoulder so he can really look at her, as absolutely fucking gorgeous as he remembers, fingers idly carding through her hair, as slow as the hand that gently caresses both of her ass cheeks, fingers flexing against her skin every now and again, like foreshadowing of what's to come. )
( he knows exactly why she's said it, just what reaction she hopes to draw from him, and he's only played into it far too well. the pinch he leaves beneath that wet, lacy layer startles a whimper from beneath her tongue, teeth catching at it's tip to suspend the sound into a shaky exhale before it reaches it's full body, before it gives him too much pride that he'll likely soon leave crying from her lips. his tone nears threatening, and there's something dangerously intoxicating to it all, the way he handles her as he finds the edge of that bed, situating her how he wants her; taking her how he wants her.
never has she allowed a man such control. never has she wanted them to have it, use it. just like this. ) Yeah?
So what are you going to do about it, vida?
( he's got her sprawled over his lap, and while she could play up being a good girl for him and keep still, she instead uses her knees at his opposite side to perk her ass up a bit, just enough to give it a teasing sway, glancing over the sharp line of her shoulder to watch the movement herself, the way his large palm kneads against supple flesh. lips roll together, hues flitting sharply up to his beneath sooty, thick lashes, smirk pulling back to reveal the white of her teeth. )
( never has rene done anything even remotely like this before, but it feels so god damn right. his fate always feels just out of his grasp, but this is the one thing that he can control. all it would take is another pinch of his fingers, nails digging into her soft skin, to earn another sharp inhale from her that rattles her whole body.
or, he could go for so much more, eyes dark as they hone in on the tantalizing sway of her hips beneath his palm, gaze raking over the curvature of her spine until it meets gray fabric, over her perfect smirk. she knows all too well what she's doing, knows how to get what she wants. who is he to deny her? )
Teach you why you should never do that again. ( his touch is still relatively light against her, more exploratory than anything. rene takes a deep breath, exhales slowly for a moment. ) Mi niña mala...
( there's a short tutting sound that escapes him, and then he finally indulges her, palm lifting so he can spank her for the first time, feeling the sting of it linger even after it settles against her skin again, caresses over what's surely a reddened handprint as though to soothe. god damn, that felt good.
it doesn't matter if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait or else he'll have to punish her for it, or if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait because of how good it'll feel when she indulges him; he's pretty damn sure he'll get his point across. )
( isabelle knows better than to doubt that fact that he could likely make her swallow back her words and plea instead for a reprieve, for more (and then deny her, yet), but she knows at least tonight he's just as pent up as she is, if the hard line of him pressing at the front of his jeans has anything to say on the matter.
so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?
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Date: 2017-09-13 05:01 am (UTC)Yeah, baby, I'm wet. I can't help it. And I know I'd feel you getting hard against me, when I writhe and whimper in your lap, find a way to rub against you to make it even more difficult not to snap.
But maybe that's what I want. ( lithe digits teasing at the rim of lace hugged to her hips, only thing holding her back being that they weren't his fingers. ) For you to bend me over that bed when you can't take it anymore.
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Date: 2017-09-13 04:24 pm (UTC)all that, and she calls him baby. )
im sure u'd like that a lot
if u riled me up til i snapped
id bend u over that bed and would rip those lacy panties rite off of u
n dont think u would be done getting spanked tho just cuz my cocks inside of u
if anything i think that means u deserve it even more
( and, maybe separating the fantasy from reality for a second, there's another quick text fired off, habitual: ) dios
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Date: 2017-09-13 08:15 pm (UTC)it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it.
And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.
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Date: 2017-09-14 03:05 am (UTC)if right now wasn't right now, maybe he'd say something about it. but nah, hell no, he can't do that right now, not when his gaze drinks up every word on his screen, feels the ache of need beneath his hip bones. )
y limit it to just 1
would be easy to knot my fingers in ur hair n press hard against the back of ur neck pinning u there
more u squirm, tighter im gonna pull, tighter my grips gonna get
think ud be able to hold still while i fuck u, hermosa?
when ur ass is raw from me spanking u?
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Date: 2017-09-14 03:22 am (UTC)so they'll do what they always do. pretend it's just a means of sating a more basic need, no more than a proper fuck and sliding out from within those sheets by morning; she knows better. always has, and yet she's still here. )
Now that's not very nice, niño. You woudn't want me looking back to you while you fucked me? Watch the way you make pretty little moans fall from my lips every time you spank me? I wouldn't want you to miss them.
I don't make promises that I can't keep. I'd prefer moving with you, but you could always make me stay put if you really wanted me to. I'm sure you're creative enough.
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Date: 2017-09-19 06:59 pm (UTC)or else u wouldnt have come 2 me to help u out w this lil predicament of urs
since u apparently want certain things so much maybe i should just tie u up and let u beg for it and show me how bad u want it
bet my willpowers stronger than urs
watching u squirm and beg for it might even b enough 2 get me off
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:09 pm (UTC)There isn't much to say for willpower if you have my hands tied, cari. Maybe you just know without that little advantage your bark wouldn't be nearly as intimidating, but I'm charmed you know just what's going to get you there, and that my voice could do it alone.
I'm not afraid to beg, but don't peg me as the type of girl that will before I know what I'm begging for.
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Date: 2017-09-29 04:22 pm (UTC)hold on
( it's gonna take a minute, and it's sure as hell not gonna be as pretty as izzy's snap, not as well lit, either, but she'll get a picture in return — it's his cock, achingly hard, hints of hip bones peeking from the waistband of the underwear he's tugged down, fingers curled around the base. )
just look what uve done 2 me already hermosa
does it excite u 2 kno that ur able 2 wreck me w/ just ur words?
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Date: 2017-09-30 12:51 am (UTC)Mm, something like that. Just think of what I could do with my mouth.
What are you going to do about that, querido? You going to stroke yourself and pretend you're nestled between my thighs, or make a move? I'll talk you through it either way ;)
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Date: 2017-09-30 03:25 am (UTC)it seems his mind's already made up for him; he simply decides to not text back.
he ends up outside of his apartment building, 12-whatever o'clock am be damned, fully clothed despite himself (and his desire to just get himself off and then maybe go for round two after), a hood pulled over his head as he hits the call button instead. he can hold off if it means a more intense build up, a happier ending. he can.
the sound of the phone ringing in his ear feels way too loud, fights with the sound of his heart thudding in his chest carrying through him, and when it's finally interrupted, rene doesn't bother greeting her, just asks, voice low and scratchy, a little strained, definitely desperate, ) ¿Donde es tu lugar, mamí?
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Date: 2017-09-30 06:58 pm (UTC)she can hear the bite of the breeze at either side of him, assuming he's walking, a commending hum given in response. ) My own place, just a little past the north building. ( maybe it's because he's gotten her just as roused, that she can't think of anything but that husky tone right against her ear alongside the heat of his breath, that the mami slips past without a chide.
izzy drifts to the edge of her bed, letting limbs over the side of it where she waits in lacy panties and a plenty cropped grey hoodie that only just met her ribs. thighs tighten together, biting inner of her cheek as that grin sparks all the wider. ) Meaning I can be as loud as I need to, papi.
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Date: 2017-09-30 11:38 pm (UTC)it's a sudden punch to the gut, cascading waves and waves of god damn need through him that he can't seem to placate; his feet don't move fast enough. god, she's got him good.
he's glad the streets are mostly empty by this time of night, at least in the residential district, 'cause he probably looks completely loco right now power-walking down the sidewalk with a phone pressed against his ear, his gaze harsh. ) Go ahead, gimme a little taste, mamí. You can touch yourself. I wanna hear.
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Date: 2017-10-01 12:05 am (UTC)I bet you'd like that. ( she's still got a bit of that taunting edge to her tone, a hint of brooklyn in it's roots. only there's no use now denying what he's done to her, how she's wet at the heated apex of her thighs, how his voice is roughened enough to nearly encourage her to lay back on that bed once more. but she won't. not if he wants anyone to open that front door for him. )
You want me to spoil the surprise, carino? Tell me where you want me to touch. ( til you're here to do it for yourself. )
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Date: 2017-10-01 02:22 am (UTC)( certainly not the insistent tightness at the front of his jeans, goddamn aggravating but no less welcome, especially when she decides that she wants him to tell her where to touch. that's a lot of power for a headstrong guy, and he's happy to roll with it, turning a corner towards her apartment building. )
I want you to tell me how wet you are, baby girl. ( another statement that drifts off his tongue before he knows what he's even saying, his whole body far too tense and keyed up for him to even be cognizant of anything around him, pretty much just on autopilot. in the meantime, he arrives to what he thinks is the building, buzzes up to be let into the front door to the complex. )
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Date: 2017-10-01 03:01 am (UTC)You mean how wet you've gotten me? ( a prodding, just before quiet buzz gives way to his arrival, hues flitting up toward the hall leading into the entry. she keeps him cradled to her ear as quiet steps lead her toward her front door, thumb hovering over the button that'll let him up, but she pauses, tongue pressing against the back of crowns. )
Decir por favor, papi. And I'll let you come see for yourself.
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Date: 2017-10-01 03:17 am (UTC)Please, ( he insists, one finger pressed on the speaker button, his other hand getting shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie as though the indirect contact might help him out, sate his hunger a little until she lets him in. ) Por favor, Isabelle. Te necesito mucho. He esperado demasiado.
( he can't stop thinking about how wet she is, surely, and the desperation to find out for himself, to slip his fingers between her thighs, to run roughened fingertips over damp lace, to take her over his knee and spank her for making him wait so damned long, absolutely eats at him. )
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Date: 2017-10-01 03:29 am (UTC)( a reciprocated buzz, and the locks set before him are quietly shifted from their place. ) 32A. ( and that's all she gives him, ending the call thereafter only to set phone atop the endtable beside her.
it isn't as if she's expecting him to come up with such behavior in tact, in fact she's hoping for the opposite; it may be easy to keep at this little game they've started while he isn't just before her, but she knows herself well enough, knows her discipline will crumble wildly the moment there's hands on her like a promise to sate what she needs, and god it'd been far too long. what's waiting for him is exactly as that snapchat suggested, paired with tousled, thick ebony locks and a hint of what remains of her perfume. )
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Date: 2017-10-02 04:21 am (UTC)he has no intention of being good for the remainder of the evening, though, now that the seemingly final obstacle has been cleared; the lock clicks, a sound that cuts right through the tension in him. rene is hardly cognizant of his actions as he opens the front door, immediately heads for the stairwell and starts up them, fueled purely by his desires than coherent thinking, phone shoved hastily into the pocket of his hoodie and quickly forgotten.
third floor, apartment 2A. his fingers, curled into a tight fist, rap against the door, knuckles against painted metal. one, two, three, and that's all it takes. now comes perhaps the most difficult part — the anticipation between the knock and the door opening, and he could practically salivate simply thinking about wait awaits him behind it. )
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Date: 2017-10-02 10:09 pm (UTC)but she's far from a girl who desires nor needs to be treated delicately.
she could prolong this even further, purposefully wait at that opposite end like she doesn't want it just as badly as he, but just as she raises her chin with an heiress when it comes to taunting, she just as so knows when to give in. so she does, and now it's her apartment's locks that slip out of place, the moment she opens that door feeling the current thrumming from his figure, and despite the initial pause to revel in him reveling in her, she's reaching out a palm to ravel into the fabric of his shirt. a tug, humming low in the hollow of her throat—carnal in it's tone.
he can get a good and proper look inside. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 12:56 am (UTC)the way rene sees it, he has two options. one, he can grab that ass that taunted him so in the snap that started this whole thing, pull her flush against him and kiss those lips that have all but tormented him in his dreams since that first day he met her, going toe to toe with her at the gym. his adrenaline then pales in comparison to what's taken hold of him so completely right now.
or he could hoist her over his shoulder without a single word, effortless, his arm wrapping tight around her legs to keep them still, show her exactly how this is gonna go down based on their conversation, on promises made, on desires he hardly knew he had within himself, unfulfilled. he knows what he's capable of. he knows what she's capable of.
so that's what he does. one grunt and she's hauled over his shoulder, heart thudding as his eyes adjust to the low light of her apartment, head towards where he can only assume the bedroom lies. a few more steps and the real action can begin. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 01:48 am (UTC)she wants him. dios, she wants him, and while part of her knows their little tat for tat would far from fall hushed when they could actually get their hands on one another, it's only a matter of time now when it's all so tangible, so overwhelming, before one of them snaps.
it's a gasp equally surprised as it is amused the moment she's hoisted over his shoulder, heart giving a heavied thud as he'd closed in, only to effortlessly haul her and leave hands reflexively clinging to the broad scope of his back, feeling the intricate muscles work beneath as he moved. it's clear in the way he holds her, grips her, that his intent is nowhere near playful, purring up an airy sound as nails bite into his side, maybe a bit purposefully harsh, blood rushing swiftly to her temples. )
So needy, papi. ( a snicker, one that might not belong but dismisses her lips regardless, draped in honey and longing. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:11 am (UTC)instead, his free hand, far too impatient for him to resist any longer what with the thing he desires most quite literally within his gasp, kneads the curve of her ass with his palm, fingers dipping beneath the thin lace that hardly covers her. he thinks he might indulge in what she asked for through text, but for her little comment —
index finger and thumb pinch together, hard enough to leave a faint mark later, though smaller than whatever he'll later inflict upon her, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment before he chides: ) I already told you — I ain't playing around tonight, mama.
( her bedroom, as dimly lit as the rest of the apartment, which suits them in this moment, he thinks. there's no hesitation before he sits on the edge of her bed, repositions her across his lap where she'll surely feel the fruits of her effort, hard and pressing. one hand brushes her hair over her shoulder so he can really look at her, as absolutely fucking gorgeous as he remembers, fingers idly carding through her hair, as slow as the hand that gently caresses both of her ass cheeks, fingers flexing against her skin every now and again, like foreshadowing of what's to come. )
You made me wait a long fucking time, baby girl.
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:34 am (UTC)never has she allowed a man such control. never has she wanted them to have it, use it. just like this. ) Yeah?
So what are you going to do about it, vida?
( he's got her sprawled over his lap, and while she could play up being a good girl for him and keep still, she instead uses her knees at his opposite side to perk her ass up a bit, just enough to give it a teasing sway, glancing over the sharp line of her shoulder to watch the movement herself, the way his large palm kneads against supple flesh. lips roll together, hues flitting sharply up to his beneath sooty, thick lashes, smirk pulling back to reveal the white of her teeth. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 02:55 am (UTC)or, he could go for so much more, eyes dark as they hone in on the tantalizing sway of her hips beneath his palm, gaze raking over the curvature of her spine until it meets gray fabric, over her perfect smirk. she knows all too well what she's doing, knows how to get what she wants. who is he to deny her? )
Teach you why you should never do that again. ( his touch is still relatively light against her, more exploratory than anything. rene takes a deep breath, exhales slowly for a moment. ) Mi niña mala...
( there's a short tutting sound that escapes him, and then he finally indulges her, palm lifting so he can spank her for the first time, feeling the sting of it linger even after it settles against her skin again, caresses over what's surely a reddened handprint as though to soothe. god damn, that felt good.
it doesn't matter if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait or else he'll have to punish her for it, or if he's trying to teach her that she shouldn't make him wait because of how good it'll feel when she indulges him; he's pretty damn sure he'll get his point across. )
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Date: 2017-10-03 03:15 am (UTC)so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?
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