But snatches up the brightly colored foil packet, free hand fumbling with his trousers. “Yes,” he replies. “I require many things. You can help with this, and....” He swallows hard, eyes dark. “Well....continue as you were....”
At that, any smart comments are done, and he whimpers beneath her once more.
Everything is just too good, and he can’t fight it anymore. As they break for air, his hands fumble a bit. “Do you have a....” He forms a circle with porcelain thumb and forefinger. “A, um....” Perhaps it’s not surprising he’s not the type to carry a condom in his wallet...
It might have been the wrong thing to say. His bleary eyes blink as though he were awakening. “Don’t be a twit, Kaldwin.” He sounds professorial again.
“Pneumatic pressure? You’d like to send an embolism through my cock, would you?” He scoots slightly back. “Was that your dire plan all along, death by blowie?”
There it is, how is it possible that he’s more obliging here than he is in class when she’s milling after him for answers. Though of course, he has more incentive here, understandably.
There’s another noise in his throat as her hands go behind her back, and he’s only getting harder. It’s that a beautiful young woman (she is - beautiful) so clearly wants him. It’s what feeds the ego of every man - that a woman would throw herself at him. Which Kaldwin - Emily practically had.
His movements, however, can still be called deferential. He uses the back of his fingers - the right, complete hand - to stroke down her breast, which glows ruddy in the light of the fire. His little finger brushes that oh so soft bud of her nipple and he watches it begin to tighten, a fascinating physiological process.
But he’s too riled to be scientific at the moment, and his arms wrap around her slender, firm frame again, and he presses his face between those gorgeous breasts...Kisses, licks, a very small nip, and he enjoys the way she hisses and arches into him for that. It’s with a whimper of his own that he pulls her left tit into his mouth, sucking and tongue laving hungrily. It’s been a long time since he’s had this pleasure; and anyway, most couplings have been quick and utilitarian. The brandy makes him just a touch slow, as does the fire, though he doesn’t know how long that will last. It’s also true most girls haven’t been as beautiful as Emily Kaldwin, either.
His left hand slides down the small of her back, and she shivers beneath the porcelain fingers. He grabs for her ass, over the jeans first, then sliding under, so he can fondle her flesh and press her against the hardness in his pants that’s demanding attention. Outsider, if she moved only the littlest bit...He pulls his mouth from her breast with a wet pop and breathes hard, trying and failing to steady himself so he is not premature in any sense.
She is a vicious thing, she didn’t go into this planning to leave marks, but it is a byproduct of her passion. He’ll receive them regardless. Among many other things tonight.
Her fingers set out to continue their original path, down his chest, undoing his shirt. He’s far from being her first, but the experience is new and exciting enough- on the floor of her professor’s home, tucked away from the rest of the dreary city in the lap of someone who she never considered would be yielding before her. It’s a rush. It makes her think they all must be right about her, she is spoiled, she always gets her way.
Once the shirt is done away with, she is trailing tender fingertips down his skin, dazed eyes taking in the sight of him. He’s not a guardsman, nor a mercenary type. He’s a craftsman- intricate as his creations and sketches were. She wants those hands she observed in class to move over her with that same energy.
Jindosh gets a second to breath when she pulls back, finishing her work on his buttons. He stares up at the ceiling and feels his head swimming. Briefly, the notion of getting a hold of himself rises out of the murk of his mind, but it sinks back down again just as quickly. Lightly, she’s running her fingers down his chest, nails scraping softly, like claws. It makes him shudder and close his eyes once more.
He’s not sure exactly what to do. Emily has stopped, head canted to the right, looking at him expectantly. This would be the perfect time to end this foolishness-
But she’s so hot between the legs, and next to the fire....And he’s so hard already. Kirin can’t help it; he leans up, one hand behind him to prop himself (his abdominal muscles ache in this position), the other wrapping around her. His mouth goes to her throat, though he doesn’t bite as strongly as she did...Perhaps he should? He scoots back a little, so he’s at last sitting upright, and can use both hands to begin pulling off her shirt. Emily lifts her arms above her head so obligingly, coquettishly, taking his mouth again as soon as the impediment is made away with.
Her skin is hot against his as well....and soft....and sweet when he tastes her throat, her collarbone, panting against her while his brow beads with sweat. Ought to turn off the damn fire...
This was purely impulsive, like most of her bright ideas in life. She was no longer concerned with anything else in this moment. It was as if a dam had broken and everything was flooded, everything sinking as fast as she was.
What poured out into her kiss had maybe at one time been meant for the person she was supposed to spend her life with, but for now it was delivered to him, to which he more than willingly accepted, and feverishly too.
She arches into him, muffling a noise of her own echoing and aching desire against his mouth, her fingers greedy for more than just brandy this time. She is her father’s daughter for certain- brash, in all areas of her life.
It’s one of the few times Jindosh is not thinking, though he probably should be. Probably should be kicking himself, a graduate student in his house, Kaldwin of all people- Instead, his hands come up and hold her at the waist and their mouths glide more smoothly over one another than he’d have anticipated. She leans in, her arm sliding under his neck, so her chest is pressed against him and oh, that’s nice...
Nice, too, is the way her legs tangle with his own; when she breaks with his mouth and he can feel her eyelashes against his cheek; and she tilts his chin up with the point of her nose and begins to nip at his throat and that is a whine that escapes him. One leg jolts at the sensation as she bites harder, and he gasps when he feels his hips buck into her. Every bite Emily leaves is laved by her tongue, and his fingers spasm against her hips. So far, though, he has done nothing more than this, and is entirely at her mercy.
Emily leans over him, sliding her hands up his chest to rest against his shoulders. “Are you a bad decision, Professor? Do you really think that poorly of yourself? Here I thought your ego was as large as the whales that are harpooned out at sea…”
She’s looking down at him with expectancy, but he makes no move to remove her at all, so she instead closes the negative space between them, far too close for mere conversational purposes.
“Ah-hmn-ee-I...ah-” It’s the only time in his life he hasn’t given a clear, coherent answer.
Emily leans down and brings her mouth over his, and that’s it, he doesn’t resist at all; let’s his eyes close and kisses her back, head lifting from the floor to be connected to her very...very....soft...mouth...
Her right hand slides from his shoulder to his throat, moving so her fingers glide through his hair, and a noise escapes him that is almost certainly pathetic. But Emily hums against him, teases at him with her tongue, and yup, that’s definitely a pathetic noise as he opens up against her, devouring and begging to be devoured...
She laughs, “And who said anything about a bed? The floor is just as comfortable.”
A sigh then, as she’s getting drowsier as the night wears on, and the idea of commuting home alone in the cold and maybe making it to her porch isn’t the nicest way to sleep off an impending hangover. “…You really think that of me? Well, if you really want me to leave…” She shrugs in a noncommittal way, her weight still settled comfortably onto him, “…You’re more than welcome to move me.”
The floor. Oh, okay. He feels like he’s swallowed his tongue. Certainly he makes noises approximating that.
“Oof.” Jindosh falls back, at the moment accepting that he’s not going to win a grappling competition with the young woman. “I think...” He’s staring up at the ceiling and wondering if this is what the Void feels like. “That it would be extremely remiss of me not to be concerned whether or not a young lady was making a good decision when drinking...”
She smirks, the way she’s captivated his attention for once- it’s not a sideways glance, or an exasperated expression at her asking a question in his class- god forbid- but genuine captivation as he doesn’t know just what she plans to do next, and she decides she likes this look on him very much.
“Allow me to demonstrate…” She murmurs, her fingers weaving around the buttons of his shirt to release them. “The idea here is to remove the sullied clothing, do you understand? That’s generally how it works, but I think we’ll have a slight variation of it in our case…”
Kirin’s breathing is shallow as he grabs at her wrist with his right hand. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Why she is doing it, that is the real mystery. “What makes you think I want to go to bed with an inebriated co-ed, to say nothing of your lack of judgment in your current condition.” He refuses to allow himself to remark upon the softness of her skin-
-or how right now he could absolutely shove his face into her chest at this angle, and that-
-is not tempting, must get a hold of one’s self!
“It’s time for you to go, Ms. Kaldwin.”
But of course, he can’t exactly force that to happen as.....she’s still got him pinned...
Emily’s grinning, rocking back down onto his lap, glass in hand but barely containing anything left, yet she finishes it off and sets it aside, smacking her lips together. “Expensive is not a word in my vocabulary. If it really bothers you, I’ll buy you a whole new bottle. How’s that?”
She looks over him from her new position before prodding a finger against his chest “…You’ve spilled it all over yourself.” As if he were merely clumsy and wasn’t valiantly fending himself off from her greedy hands. “You know what this means.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure there’s plenty in your trust fund for-”
But that is before she settles herself onto his lap, straddling him and pinning him in place, so that all he can do is look up at her. Emily is achieving the otherwise unachievable: she is making Kirin Jindosh unable to speak.
“W-what are you-” Her fingers splay against his chest, and his traitor heart starts pounding at the stimulus. “S-stop that-”
Emily’s voice is low and throbbing, and threatens to make something else throb as well. Not often he has to say “No. What does that mean.”
“I intend to do as I please- you said so yourself, I’m a spoiled brat.” Ah, he wanted to be rid of her, did he? Sober her up and send her on her merry way. She would do the opposite, naturally. She was content to pass out on this floor if necessary. What could she say, he drew these obstinate reactions out of her.
“While we’re on the subject of giving me what I want–” She laughs slightly, pulling herself up his form, gazing up at him with bleary eyes, before one of her hands makes a grab for his brandy.
“I think not, you’ve had plenty-” He pulls away, she leans forward, practically crawling on him for the glass. If he weren’t so serious and scowling, he might laugh from the absurdity of it, and the way she tickles against him. He holds the glass above his head, which means she’s trying to reach over him, and by consequence, putting her bosom right in his face. It’s lucky she can’t see how red he is. “Kaldwin, stop it at once-”
But Ms. Kaldwin is determined; grabs the glass; Jindosh feebly attempts to throw her off; and brandy spills all over the both of them...
He scowls, tongue unconsciously licking brandy where it can reach and it’s spilled on his face. “That’s expensive, you know.”
Emily turns inwards towards him, hooking her arms around his waist in a stubborn manner. “You want to send me out there already? Into the dark streets of this twisted city, filled with criminals?” Of course, she ventures out there at night on a regular basis, but she could omit as much as she wanted to from him.
“What kind of host are you? And just when I was beginning to warm up to you, too…”
“You’re being ridiculous.” He huffs and takes another sip from the snifter. She has him pinned at the waist and he really is beginning to sweat... “You’ll get into a carriage and you’ll be fine. You can’t seriously intend to stay here.” And at this angle, her face presses into his stomach and, ah....waist, and that’s.....probably not appropriate between a young lady and her professor. “Off with you.”
Emily joins him shortly, settling next to him as she somehow very carefully manages not to break his glass or spill it all over him. She smiles in brief victory before stuffing a small, decorative pillow into his lap, and handing his drink off to him.
“Thank you, that’s much better. I was hoping you did have a lover though, that they might walk in on us and suspect the most scandalous of speculations. It’s a great setup for it, don’t you think?” She grins and stretches out her own legs. “Intoxicated student…settled next to a fire with only the most innocuous of intentions of warming up…and then suddenly…”
“U-uh, I didn’t mean-” Kaldwin is busily settling her head in his lap, batting big, brown eyes up at him. He’s beginning to sweat and blames the fire.
“Well, all the better for us I don’t, as this would be incredibly inappropriate.” He takes a nervous swig of his brandy, swallows too much, and begins to cough. “Finish your water so I can send you home.”
“Touché!” She raises her glass of water to him, tilting her head. “At least I know what’s going around regarding my character is consistent at best, and negative at worst. Though I thought I might’ve struck a different chord with you, I’d been going for spoiled girl who is unused to hard work, but makes your day slightly more interesting because I am drunk and now in your house. A fire would be lovely.”
She sips a bit more water- is it helping- and she sets the glass down onto the nearby table, not at all trusting herself not to spill it, and she flops against her seat, “Do you live here all alone? Should we expect someone else? I mean, besides the prisoners you’re keeping in your basement. A secret lover perhaps?”
She’s made the corner of his mouth turn up again, which is possibly a record. She’s rambling, but somewhat amusing, and one could even say charming when relaxed and comfortable as herself. “Interesting - yes, I suppose that’s a fair way of putting it. My evening certainly is more interesting than I anticipated.”
He kneels before the hearth and flips the mechanism, tongues of flame fed by a whale oil tank flickering merrily over glass logs. Jindosh doesn’t bother getting back up, letting his long legs stretch over his ornate rug. “Pass me a pillow, Kaldwin, and my brandy - take care not to spill it.”
Her question makes him snort. “No, no secret lover. I enjoy my own company.”
Emily is a bit stunned for a moment, swaying there, taking it all in for a moment. She was in his house. Actually in his house. What a strange night this was turning out to be,
“…Even worse.” She finally manages, wobbling over to a chair to sit on, staring down into the glass of water she was holding- where did that come from- and she takes a sip, her brow furrowing in thought. “It’s so…” She waves a hand around, gesturing as though she were conducting an orchestra.
“Pleasant! If not a bit sterile. You can’t blame me for what I assume about you, you present a very unapproachable version of yourself in class, you know. I admit I have judged you severely based on this.” A smile finally surfaces again, and she cozies up, still chilled from the evening air.
“But I’m sure you’ve assumed the worst of me as well. As you should.”
She’s not incorrect. “I assume you are a spoiled girl used to getting your way and unused to hard work. And you are not doing much to dispel the image.”
He settles into an armchair and notices she’s still cold, sighing. “I can light the fire, if you’re shivering to death, but I won’t be surprised at this point if it’s delirium tremens.” He carefully sips his brandy. “Though of course I’m ever so flattered you find my house pleasant.”
It’s ridiculous that Kaldwin was worked her way into his home, but how now to get her out?
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