return to paradisa

[secondchances]

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[assassino]

He's waited years, Steph! A moment longer is intolerable! But sure, he goes back with a kiss because no matter how forward he is, he's more than happy to be pushed around, too.

[secondchances]

Good boy. He gets another brief kiss once he's back, and she hops off him to unbuckle and yank off his remaining boot before tugging off her own. The pants situation is a bridge to cross later, because she decides it's more entertaining to draw out the suffering a little longer, crawling back up over Ezio to straddle his hips.

Oddly enough, it's not a really new sight considering the occasional friendly spar that had them rolling around.

What is entirely new is Steph pulling her bra up and over her head.

[assassino]

He watches her work, flopped over where he is, and he could remark on the jeans and how terribly thick denim is, but he's having much more fun watching her. When she comes up over his hips his hands are on her thighs in an instant, spanning up them to take her hips and grind her against him, and he watches her take her bra off like a dog watching a roast getting served up.

Ezio lets out a pleased little rumble as her breasts fall free.

"Beautiful," he tells her. "The most perfect breasts I've ever seen. You are going to have a time getting me off you once I start, dolcezza."

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It's the compliment more than the fact that she's bared her breasts that have her turning red again. Man, that better stop at some point. She resists the urge to cover up despite being the one to toss the bra aside, and laughs.

"I don't know how true that is with the like, hundreds of breasts you've seen, but I'll take it."

[assassino]

Oh, she's blushing and he's going to fucking run with that. He curls himself up to her, hands still on her hips, as though he might want a better look.

"It is true!" he says. "Look at them. You take good care of them. Two perfect sisters, big enough to look at through the neckline of your shirt, perky when naked... I adore them already, and I have not even touched them."

He lets his hands drift up her ribs, stopping just below the swell of her breasts. He's killing himself holding back, but it's fun.

"Are they sensitive?"

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He's not helping at all and she knows he's loving it. Ass. The blush goes from the tips of her ears down to her chest. A chest that heaves when she holds her breath, waiting for him to touch. But he doesn't, and she exhales with enough force to ruffle his hair.

He's not the only one being killed, but might be in a moment.

"If only there was some way to find out."

[assassino]

He grins, watching her face just to relish that flush to her face, and he finger-walks his way up until he's holding one breast, gently lifting just to feel its weight in his palm. He passes his thumb over her nipple.

"Soft, too, but firm," he says. "We'll see how sensitive when I get my mouth on them."

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It's a hard nipple his thumb passes over, and Steph smiles as she holds back a moan. If he wants to tease, she'll be stubborn.

"Do you usually have the ladies begging for more after that line, or...?" Because she'd totally be doing that if not for that stubborn streak that's just reared its head. "Some Oh, take me, Ezio!"

[assassino]

He chuckles; alright, if she wants to egg him on. He pinches her nipple, nice enough, and then goes back to just petting her down, kneading her, the pads of his fingers firm.

"Often enough," he says. "But when she doesn't, I have a few more tricks."

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"Do I get to find out what those are?" She asks, cheeks rosy as she tries to lean in to steal a kiss. She's not sure if she wants to commend her past self for waiting this long, or kick her. Even just this is nice. Totally worth the creepy castle.

[assassino]

He lets her have that kiss, but he drags out feeling her up a little longer.

"Impatient, mm?"

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Yes.

"Curious," she says instead.

[assassino]

"You are a little red for curious," he teases, and he twists them both to the side, rolling her under him and pinning her into the bed by the hips with his own.

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She goes with a laugh, a leg wrapping around him.

"Yeah, well, I don't know about you but it's not often a hot guy is all over me. It makes me blush! So sue me."

[assassino]

"I don't think I've blushed since I was a little boy," he says.

With her underneath him, he does actually have to waste one arm on holding himself up, but that's alright, he's got the frame to stay like that for plenty of time. His other hand still kneads at her breast, and he puts his mouth to her neck, working down until he's working over the wall of the other.

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"I'll have to figure that one out," she mutters. Good luck, Steph.

She's played with his hair before, draped herself over him and touched plenty, but it's all so different in this context. She sighs happily, that attention to her neck very much enjoyed, and lets her hands roam his back. And maybe a bit lower, as much as she can reach without effort. No proper butt grab for her, boo.

[assassino]

He laughs, just hot breath on her skin, and kisses his way down between her tits, over all that flush. His lips work their way over the swell of one, taking his sweet time working inward -- licking here, fondling there, until he finally, finally reaches the center. He runs his tongue around his nipple, glancing up at her face.

[secondchances]

Having goosebumps while blushing furiously is quite the feeling. She's all warm and pleasant chills and trying not to feel hideously inexperienced as he makes her moan so easily. When she brings herself to glance down at him, she laughs, because this is the hottest thing to ever happen to her and she's feeling so many things at once she decides she just feels drunk.

"Having fun?"

[assassino]

"The best time of my life."

There's a little rumble at the back of his throat, something deep and pleased and eager, and when he resumes working her over, he starts traveling south, over the apex of her ribs, along her taut belly.

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"We haven't even done anything. Stop exaggerating." Nothing more besides more than what they've done before, and Steph's loving every moment of it.

Him going south makes her heart thud against her rib cage harder, and she'd be surprised if he couldn't feel it. And of course, when nervous, her mouth runs.

"You know, it's gonna be kind of unfair with your vast experience. I'm no virgin, but--uh, you're not worried about that? I'm sure you're great, I don't think you ever lost a girlfriend because you were lousy in bed, but..." Maybe she's not that good.

[assassino]

He eases up, and he's in a funny spot, hunched over her, so scoots back a bit. Still close, though, close enough to rest his chin on her stomach. He practically lounges in her lap, letting her run on and on with those kinds of worries, still idly feeling her up.

"Do you think you won't please me?" he asks, genuinely a little surprised.

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He's been all over her lap plenty of times, and Steph lets her fingers fiddle with his hair. Though, she supposes now, she can be a little more intimate and slowly run her fingers through, blunt nails scratching his scalp.

"I mean, I'll give it the ol' college try. Just maybe don't get your hopes up?"

[assassino]

"What do you need to try?" he asks, amused, but he leans into her touch a little. "Just enjoy yourself."

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"I'm not worried about me enjoying myself, don't worry," she laughs. "I just want you to, too. Liiiiike, for example, what if you--don'tlikesleepingwithme."

The flush just deepens.

[assassino]

"Every man on this earth should beg for the chance to sleep with you," he informs her, running a finger down her belly, settling on her belt, which he unbuckles very casually, as if it could possibly escape her notice.