"Oh babe, you ok" she asked innocently, rushing over to the bed where he'd collapsed and thumping his back. She had made a point of wearing her usual dressing gown so as to not give the game away, but had arranged her red curls in a sexy knot with tendrils that escaped to form a soft frame around her face.
"I'm fine" he choked out, handing her the glass of wine and trying to settle back against the headboard desperately trying to conceal the fact that was already rock hard just at the idea of cosying up with her.
Draven had told her before; he watched porn with the majority of women he'd slept with. Usually it was the mainstay of getting them in 'the mood'. That was how Alex knew where to find his porn stash in the first place. But the thought of watching this with her, the fact that she'd admitted to touching herself whilst watching this stuff left him so flustered, she had to smile to herself. It made her feel more confident at what she was about to do, that she could affect him as much as he affected her.
Alex settled down next to him, curling herself over his arm with her head resting on his shoulder. Soon enough, the pretence of a plot unfolding on the screen had given way to full on, hardcore fucking, the over-the-top gasps and writhing bodies entirely capturing her attention as her hand unconsciously began to stroke across Draven's stomach, her finger trailing along the waist-band of his jogging bottoms.
She heard his breath hitch in his throat. Looking up, she was surprised to find that his eyes were not fixed on the screen as she expected, but that he had caught a glimpse of her shoulder and the bluey grey bra strap with little decorative pink flowers on it where her usual bunny pyjamas should have been. As if in a trance, he reached out to run his finger over the sexy little strap, groaning.
"Good, so he's finally noticed" Alex thought. She went back to watching the screen as though her life depended on it, but could no longer focus on the figures, seeing only a mass of flickering images. All her nerve endings seemed to be connected to that one section of skin that his fingers were stroking just underneath the strap.
Unexpectedly, Draven growled and rolled over her, holding himself over her to stare at her. He didn't say anything, he just reached down and tugged at the belt that was holding closed her dressing gown, to reveal the most astonishing mixture of silk and lace that, compared to some stuff he'd seen was fairly modest yet only enhanced her beauty, leaving just enough to the imagination to drive a man mad.
"Oh god Al, baby, are you sure" he ground out, running one finger-tip over the top of her breasts where they met the lace of the cups that that held them.
"Dray, I went out and bought this stuff, dressed up like this, put porn on...what more do I have to do to get you to do something more than just kiss me senseless?" Alex laughed. The poor man looked in torment, like he'd been told to face the gallows, yet she could feel his cock throbbing insistently against her belly. She'd never felt so wanton, so confident. She knew Draven had slept with women far more aesthetically pleasing than her, but right now she felt so beautiful, it didn't even occur to her to feel self-conscious.
His mouth covered hers, not all together gently, his stubble scratching at her cheek deliciously. His tongue swept into her mouth, duelling with hers and his hand slid the offending strap down her shoulder, two fingers brushing down the side of her breast and underneath the line of the underwire. Her nipple was so hard; she thought it would burst through the material, desperate as it was for his attention.
But he continued to ignore it and, despite ravaging her mouth insistently his hands were teasing, his touches light. His mouth detoured to the shell of her ear before taking her earlobe into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She gasped, feeling the answering pull in her nipple just as he took it, through the lacy bra, between his fingers and pinched it.
Somehow, she was suddenly free of the bra, the coolness of the air hardening her nipples to the point of pain. He stopped and stared down at her breasts.
"Beautiful" he murmured to himself before sweeping one nipple into his hot mouth whilst his clever fingers continued to taunt and tease its twin.
Draven continued his descent, kissing the slight swell of her belly, before running his fingers then his tongue along the top of the French knickers, taking his time to nip each of the little pink roses that were dotted along the top, making sure to pinch a little of her skin each time. Glancing up he saw her head thrown back with abandonment, her fingers stabbing wildly into his hair, urging him onward.
His fingers edged underneath the lace to brush over the pouting lips of her slit. "Oh god baby, you're so wet" he exclaimed, extricating his fingers licking her juices, whilst holding her gaze hotly. He heard her groan as he re-inserted his hand under the scrap of material, her back arched as his fingers pumped in and out of her aching pussy, his thumb circling her clit over and over in a maddening rhythm. "Dray, please, oh god, please..."
