He knew how to play the anticipation game, that's for certain, and though his style leaned further into theatrics than she generally enjoyed, she could tolerate a bit of odd flair here and there. Her eyes watched him as he moved, eyebrows raising in bemusement at times and settling into an intense stare at others.
It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
With her grip firmly planted in his hair, Greed chased a sharp smile across her skin. He moved his fingers back and forth, exchanging an index for a middle as he played between her legs. "Then don't," was what he whispered. As his wrist hiked away the rest of her dress, making it pool and drape across the length of his forearm.
He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.
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It's easy to let her attention slip down to his hips, to chew lazily at her bottom lip while her imagination and previous experiences flooded her mind. When his nail touched beneath her chin she froze, falling dead still, gaze snapping up to meet his so she can judge his mood. Not that he'd ever hurt her, but the danger it insinuated always brought her to a heightened sense of awareness. Every touch and movement amplified from adrenaline.
She could feel the throb of her heat between her legs even before he told her to stay still, a suggestion she never took lightly. Her one hand moved to brace herself against something solid and near, while the other smoothed through his hair in a gesture of affection. At least, that was the plan.
His nips cause her fingers to tighten in his locks, a low hiss forcing it's way out past her lips sharply, followed by a slow, shuddering inhale to keep herself from moving. It's a task that's easier said than done, especially when she tended to rock her hips against whatever gave her pleasure below the belt. But he's done this to her before, made her wait and endure his slow teases while some part of her balanced on the thin blade between pleasure and too much pain.
The reaction comes as a low, barely audible groan, legs shaking imperceptibly as she tried not to twitch or shift her weight. Standing like this was a difficult position in which to remain still under normal circumstances, but even more so when someone's teasing over a very receptive patch of lady business. "Mn," came the soft whine as her hand's grip tightened ever so slightly, "I don't think I can stay entirely still for much longer."
And patience in this arena wasn't exactly one of Velma's virtues.
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He pressed his forehead in first as a bit of a warning. Caressing down her stomach while the tips of his fingered continued their motion. Pad to knuckle and back again. Greed snapped his jaw and the slight pain at the spikes of his hair only fueled him. Her want, her need. It was better this way; without having to speak or order. Just silent tugs to tell him what was wanted and what specially wasn't.
He hitched a finger inside of her. One knuckle in, just slightly. He didn't need to rush things; not with her. Not with anyone else. Greed had time and plenty of it - enough that two-hundred years hadn't even dwindled that constant throb deep below in his own pit. Time was a commodity he had in spades and as he tested her with a deeper prod, his lips replaced the absence at her clit.
"Show me everything you want," Greed hummed and his knees hit the floor. She had done him a favor and he always counted himself a fair sort. Crooked maybe, but honest. "-whatever you need, lovely." His tongue came first; tracing from the base of her then up and up and up. Until lips found her sex and Greed brought them inward. A means of cushioning the sharps of his teeth while he sucked and rolled. Picking up the rhythm his fingers had been plucking at just a moment ago.
All the while, he pressed a little more into her. A little deeper. Finding the same pace and matching it.