[C] Body shots

"Please do. I want to be fucked, not killed."

Angela made herself comfortable as Adrian moved off her, her fingers sliding over her skin, seeking out her pierced nipple. She ran her fingers over it and rolled it between them as she waited for him to return.

Her legs parted willingly as he settled between them, and wrapped loosely around his waist.

Fingers still toying with her nipple, her eyes ran appreciatively over his body when he pulled his shirt off.

Mm-mmm.

A lip quirked up at the look of approval.

Very different to how they met only a few days ago.

His own eyes sparked in approval as she played with her nipple. The room was dark. He leaned over her again to switch on a lamp. he left a kiss on it as he leaned back up.

"You keep fucking doing that."

He reached behind him, he took off her shoes and they dropped to the floor with a clunk. Black and blue eyes still on her.

He hands smoothed down the slight curves of her waist and along her jeans to unbutton them and shimmy them off.

"And if I stop?" she questioned with a teasing arch to her brow. She didn't stop, though.

With him leaning over her lip this, leering at her with those intense eyes, she was really feeling the mood, and playing with her sensitive pierced nipple was definitely riling her up more. She didn't want to stop.

Her toes stretched when he pulled off her shoes, and her back arched, hips lifting to help him with pulling her jeans off.

Under the jeans, her body was bare. Having shucked her bra at some point in the move from front door to bedroom, she was now only wearing her leather cage bra.

"Then it would be a fucking boring show."

The jeans were tossed aside.

His hands skimmed over her waist; her hips; her thighs. He kissed the soft skin inside of it. Then lower. Lower again to the crease between her thigh and crotch. He kissed her hardened clit.

He pushed himself back up to hover over her naked body. His head dipped to suck at her neck.

"Gorgeous, this isn't anywhere near a show."

She could put on shows. She enjoyed it when attention was on her, and her model-fine looks definitely helped with the appeal.

Right now there was certainly no show.

Her eyes slid shut and she let out appreciative little noises as his lips caressed the soft skin of her thighs.

The soft noises were interrupted by a harsher grunt of disapproval when his body moved up over hers so he could kiss at her neck.

He had been perfectly placed right where he was, between her thighs.

He pulled back and raised a brow at her disapproval.

"Problem, sweetheart?"

He was being a prick, he knew. He knew exactly when the problem was.

"Yeah." Her hand moved from playing with her pierced nipple and rested on his shoulder, putting pressure on it.

"That mouth of yours needs to get back between my thighs."

She wanted to watch him eat her out. Those lips of his looked like amazing psl's and she wanted to find out whether her assessment was right.

"Yeah?"

His lips kissed the dip under her collarbone. Between her chest. Above and below her belly button. The soft skin of her pelvis.

His lips hovered over the sensitive skin between her thighs. He shifted, sliding off the bed to kneel, dragging her with him. Tattooed hands either side of her hips, curled under her thighs.

He gave one slow lick with the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah."

Satisfied that he was heading downwards, her eyes slid shut and she enjoyed the feel of his lips caressing her skin.

A noise of shock sounded when she was dragged across the bed and her eyes snapped open, arms pushing behind her to prop herself up.

Fuck he looked good kneeling between her thighs like that. The dark tattooed skin of his hands played a nice contrast against her skin - so pale that it was almost translucent. A serious downside of her Scottish heritage.

Her eyes were firm on his face as he leaned forwards and teased her with the tip of his tongue.

"Better."

He hummed, asymmetrical 'freaky' eyes meeting her stunning green ones.

Silver glinted against his tongue as it slid slowly over her clit and flicked back into his mouth. He didn't break her gaze.

"That feel good?"

Her thighs almost trembled as the warm metal flicked against her clit, and her head dropped back, revealing the slender column of her throat that vibrated with a moan.

Another moan that got cut off with an annoyed grunt.

"It'd feel much better if you didn't stop to gas."

She shifted her weight onto one arm and shifted her other arm, placing a hand on his head and pushing him back down.

He let his head be pushed down willingly, with an amused smile on his lips. They sealed the sensitive skin and he began to repeatedly lave his tongue slowly over her clit.

His hands tightened on her hips, pressing into the skin.

A light, content, hum came from his throat. He enjoyed being between someone's legs. Or someone between his legs. He really wasn't fussed.

She gave a low groan, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue ran over her clit. By the third flick of his tongue, her higs were twitching. By the tenth they were rocking in a steady rhythm against Adrian's face.

Her lips parted, and her tongue stuck out a little.

Angela's hips gave a pareticularly firm jerk and she gasped when his piercing caught her clit just right. "Fuck!"

Her hips continued to rock firmly as she dropped back to lay flat on the bed, her how free hand dropping down to her hip to grasp one of his hands. She dragged it upwards, and drew two of his fingers into her mouth to suck.

He felt his hand being pulled up, and he took no notice until they were brought to her mouth.

His eyes flashed up when she began sucking them and he groaned. He leaned forward and with her thighs on his shoulders and pushed them up slightly. The fingers pressed down on her tongue.

Fuck, that felt good.

His tongue flicked more vigorously at her clit. His jaw had begun to ache. But he wasn't going to move. He was going to make her come.

She moaned, muffled by his fingers, as she was hoisted up, and her thighs tightened around his head. She tugged on his hair, pulling him closer.

When his fingers pushed down on her tongue, she gagged, and a wave of arousal coursed through her, wetting her inner thighs and Adrians chin.

She sucked harder on his fingers, her own tracing down his tattooed arm and dropping to grasp his hair with both hands.

Saliva dripped down his palm as she gaged.

His let out a groan. Hands pulled at his hair. He groaned again.

The hand on her thigh slid down underneath his chin. Two fingers pressed slick inside her, sliding in and out of her. Pressing up to where he guessed the sweet spot inside her is.

She inhaled sharply as fingers pushed inside of her, back arching, and thighs clamping hard around Adrian's head.

The soft moans came harder and more frequently.

It was the press of fingers to her gspot that undid her. Thighs clenching together and almost crushing Adrians head, she came, hips jerking and trying to pull away from the stimulation.

Fuck. That was a fucking hot rection. It spurred him on more. Fingering and licking her with more vigour until she came. Beautifully.

He held her, for just a second as she jerked violently before he let her pull away. The skin around his lips glistened, tugged up into a smug expression.

A wet hand rested on the side of Angela's head as he hovered over her. His crotch pressed against hers. The hardness was obvious through his jeans.

Angela jerked a little more when she was held in place, and slumped against the bed when she was freed.

"Fu-uck. I was right." She had been very fucking right in her assessment of his psl's, and she was more than happy with this discovery.

Already a part of her was wondering how soon she could get his mouth to work again.

But right now there were bigger and better things to be thinking about. Particularly the one pressed against her crotch. Her hands came up, encircling him and running over his muscular back appreciatiely. Her hands found his waistband and slipped around it, moving towards the button.

Her hand found something she wasn't expecting, and she pulled it from his waistband to figure out what it was.

A hum of appreciation sounded from her. It was a knife.

Fucking right about what?

He didn't ask. his mind dove elsewhere when he felt hands smooth down his back and around his the waistband. Then stop. They pulled what stopped in their tracks out.

Ah.

The knife.

"Before you ask; it's fucking both."

Angela arched a brow at his comment and shook her head slowly.

Her thumb rubbed over the handle of the knife, and the runes there. A homing spell. Her gaze cut to him and regarded him intensely for a moment.

Was he magical? It was hard to tell with people nowadays. With the current craze in runes and magic in the media, a lot of people had this sort of thing plastered over everything they owned because it was cool.

Licking her lips, she pulled the blade from its sheath and her eyes found the second set of runes on the blade itself. Okay. Two sets of runes ruled out the possibility that it was just something cool to decorate his knife.

So he was related to the magical. Was he magic himselfe, or just in the know?

He sat up a little as she inspected that knife with interest. Most just tossed it aside or looked at him like they thought he was going to murder them. Which, really, he didn't blame for.

Rather than looking at it with some interest, she was staring at them intently. Studying them. She knew what they were.

His guard went up a little. There were still people who liked to go round burning witches, or outright murder any other supernatural or magical being they can get their hands on.

Or she could be magical herself. Or in the know.

"You know what they are." There was no question in his voice. It was a statement.

Sat straight, his body tensed and ready the sping. It never killed him to be cautious.

"I'm familiar."

She tossed the knife aside. That was all she needed. He was in the know. She didn't need to know any more than that right now.

Angela pushed herself to sit up, her hands finding Adrians hair again, and pulling him down for a kiss.

Well, that was fucking vague.

But she knew. With her dragging him down for a kiss he suspected she didn't plan to kill him. He let some of the tension in his shoulders relax. A little bit of his guard remained up.

It wasn't the first time someone tried to put him in a false sense of security with friendly behaviour.

He rolled his hips and let out a grunt. The tightness of his jeans was starting to frustrate him now he wasn't focused on going down on her.

Content that he was a little more relaxed, her hands dropped to his jeans again, finding the button and tugging.

She pushed his jeans down just enough to be able to comfortably slide her hand into his underwear.

She made a quiet noise as her fingers slid over smooth skin. It wasnt very often she found a man that did shave. It was very much appreciated. Her teeth tugged at his lower lip as the tips of her fingers ran over his cock.