CALL ME OUT

[john_freeman]

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[waxwings]

[She doesn’t move, which is reassuring, invitation enough for him to continue. Fingers tracing over her skin idly instead now slip within her folds, drawing down as far as they can go with the barrier of her panties still in place. His right hand lifts to slide up her side, cool metal palm gently cupping a breast as his left hand works between her legs, up the length of sensitive flesh and back. Ed puts enough distance between them to get a look at her face, thumb sweeping over a nipple through the fabric of her nightgown before his left hand retreats from her panties entirely. He tugs them down to her thighs - exposing warm skin to the air - pressing her legs apart carefully, just enough for her to feel the tension of the lingerie around them, taking that moment to push the nightgown up further with his other hand, letting the fabric of it slide against smooth skin, causing a light tickling of friction there as more of her was revealed to him.

He doesn’t yet pull it over her breasts, leaning forward once more to tease the neglected nipple through the gown with his tongue as his left hand moves back between her legs, alternating the movement of his fingers in and over her exposed folds before dipping two inside them and leaving one to simultaneously run over delicate skin instead of between, holding off from exploring any further and leaving her clit untouched for the moment.]

[ringlette]

[ Constraints begin slipping into the scene, attacking her. Gentle vines wrap around her wrists and thighs, keeping her pinned in place while most of the pressure comes from her legs being pried open. It's as though her wishes are being heard from the One entity above her, the Lover she entrusted her entire body to.

A quiet gasp erupts from the slumbering Marie, her hips twitching evidently from the bolder contact. Her nipple becomes wetter, harder, thanks to Ed. However, what his fingers find is a slicker and warmer kind of wet that welcomes him quickly. Tender cheeks color slightly red as she can already feel the effects, but her consciousness is way too far out of reach to force her eyes open.

What she sees is brightness, more colors. The nameless breeze blows into her core, and no sound comes from her trembling lips. ]

[waxwings]

[He catches the sound of her gasp, feeling her move beneath him as her body grows wet from his attentions. Ed moans softly, tongue curling against the hardening flesh between his lips with the vibration of his mouth as the fingers moving deftly between her legs pick up a more earnest pace, certainty replacing hesitation.

The touch remains fairly light, still cautious of waking her as his right arm hooks under a leg, using his own body as leverage to lift the limb and angle her hips higher, draping it over his own leg to keep her in place there. His mouth breaks from the contact, breath hot against damp skin as metal fingers trace up her thigh to tug the panties away, taking his time to slip the lingerie down her legs as he lifts them enough to accommodate the movement, the fingers of his left hand never faltering in their rhythm.

The gown still bunched up beneath her chest, revealing her abdomen is pulled back down for now, he wants to take his time undressing her, leave a little to the imagination while giving her sensations to respond to, the tease and caress of fabric over her skin only adding to the scene in her mind as both hands withdraw momentarily, leaving her without any contact.

Ed knows, to some degree, what Marie enjoys. There was enough experience and conversation between them that he's fairly confident with his intentions, twisting the panties around her ankles in restraint before leaning down to hook both legs over his shoulders at an angle forcing her legs to part at the knee, exposing heated flesh to the cool air of the room before shifting to get more comfortable with her legs now draped down his back, ankles secured together behind him.

He surprised himself with how much of a tease he could be when the mood struck and this was no exception, when his fingers found her folds again it was with slow deliberate movements, tracing down the opening of her flesh gradually before slipping a finger between them, collecting the moisture there and circling it up over her clit. He wanted to bury his fingers in her but refrained, watching her carefully as two fingers held her open, a third sweeping over slick skin, encouraging her wetness, practically entranced by the vision in front of him There was so much he wanted to do, but all in time, he wanted her drenched and squirming beneath him before that.]

[ringlette]

[ Sweat crawls down her restrained body. Marie is hyper aware of the droplets crowning her forehead, sticking her silver bangs to heated skin. The vines increase in number, claiming her ankles, forcing her legs up. Ed is surely looking at her, and such exposure would cause a wave of shame to invest her at once, but emotions can hardly transmit from the dreamworld to where she's laid in bed, pinned down by him, with yet too many clothes on her.

He's being a tease, for sure, but her brain isn't catching on that fully. What she can only rely on is whatever suggestion the breeze, vines, and colors, are throwing her way.

Shivers run down her spine, but she's not cold at all. Her core is attacked again, but pressure is added on her clit this time, and her nerves flare up at once, muscles lit like she's a christmas tree. The true switch, that makes her most aware of how alive she is, has been pressed, and is still being touched, rubbed, teased.

Marie releases her first moan, drawn out of her very soul, for his ears to catch. ]