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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 3:37:29 GMT
Tripp nearly laughed at her proposition, considering it for just a brief moment. As much as he wanted to know her name, he wasn't sure that he wanted to give up his game just yet. He looked at her, giving in to her kiss easily before she prompted him for an answer. Instead of providing her any sort of verbal agreement, he simply brushed his fingertips against her softly, catching her lips in another deep kiss before he slid a finger inside of her. Drawing her mouth in for a deeper kiss, he felt a subtle smirk rising to his lips as he decided that he had won. Even if she hadn't necessarily begged him, she had offered a bargain and he assumed that it was close enough.
With his mouth moving down to press a kiss to her jaw line, the curve of her neck, and eventually her collarbone, he simply waited for use to use the opportunity to provie him with her name, giving him all of the information he needed to ensure that he was able to invite her on their first date after all was said and done.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 15, 2015 3:51:41 GMT
Melanie hissed as his finger slipped inside of her, her hips shifting gently in time with his touch. Her fingertips threaded through his hair, she tugged gently and let out a breathless laugh. She pressed her lips to his neck and shoulders, any bit of him that she could reach.
As her body moved to try and provoke more of his touch, her nails bit into his back. She practically purred out his name. There was something that she had to admit she found paradoxically freeing about surrendering her control to him but she also still intended to leave her own marks in their play for dominance.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 4:01:52 GMT
Increasing the pace in which he used his finger to torment her body, he groaned softly as he felt her pressing firmly into the skin on his back. As he felt her body respond to his touch, he withdrew his hand from her and moved back up her body to allow himself to engage in another passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with hers momentarily while his hands sought out more of her body to tease and touch. Sliding under the fabric of her bra, he firmly gripped her breast, feeling his own body react to hers. He wasn't sure that he was going to be capable of teasing her much longer himself, and that he supposed, was what made this the most dangerous of all. For as much as she had apparently wanted him, he wanted her in return.
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Post by Morgan Tyler on Dec 15, 2015 4:12:42 GMT
Melanie whined at the loss of his touch. She kissed him back hungrily, tongue battling against his for dominance. One of her hands slid down his torso teasingly, deciding that she would take matters - quite literally into her own hands. She wrapped her fingers around his length just as her teeth sunk gently into his bottom lip and tugged. She let go, laughing breathlessly as she moved her hand teasingly along his body. "It's not nice to tease a girl, Tripp," she said softly.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 4:22:50 GMT
Tripp groaned softly at her touch, having not considered what it would have been like had she decided to battle him for any sort of dominance at the moment. He had been so wrapped up in the idea of continuing to tease and torment her, he hadn't even been thinking about what it would have been like to be on the receiving end of it all. "No, I suppose not," he admitted to her softly, nipping again at her collarbone before he reached for a condom off of the nightstand. Had someone had told him at this time the previous day that he was going to find himself entangled in a sexual relationship with a woman he met at a Cornell mixer, he might have found amusement in the statement, but now he was glad that he had come prepared for the off-chance that he had met a woman. And quite an enigma she was continuing to prove herself to be.
Deciding to no longer tease her, he pressed himself against her, sliding in to her easily. His mouth captured hers in another passionate kiss as he began to build a rhythm against her body.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 15, 2015 4:51:06 GMT
Melanie moaned into his mouth as their bodies met. In reality, it had only been hours since they'd last been together and he'd convinced her to stay the night. She didn't stop to consider how easy it had been for him to convince her to break one of her cardinal rules, let alone how it was possible for her to feel so desperate for his touch that quickly. Her hips lifted off the mattress to meet his. There was nothing soft or gentle in the way that he treated her and she appreciated that about him immensely. Too often she'd found herself in the company of men who seemed to have very little idea of what they were doing, meaning that she needed to set the pace and tone - feeling more like an instructor when all was said and done than anything else.
She had hardly expected to find anything to the contrary on her trip to Ithaca, seeing that she and Brody had agreed to be just friends, she figured she'd find her thrills by flirting with stuffy old men at the mixer and laughing with her friend about it later. Instead, she'd found herself in Tripp's company and while she'd never admit it out loud, he was constantly taking her by surprise. His dominant nature in bed turned her on more than she imagined it would and it seemed like he knew exactly how to make her feel surrender all control over to him. She liked it more than she cared to admit. She could see herself liking him more than she cared to admit, too.
Deep down, she knew that if she'd really wanted to leave, she would have found herself back at Brody's apartment hours ago, instead of with her body pressed against Tripp's. One of her hands moved to cup the back of his neck, holding him close to her as they traded fierce kisses, while the other hand gripped tightly at the bedsheets beneath her as though she were trying to tether herself to something grounded as an exquisite pleasure build inside of her with each hurried movement of their bodies.
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Post by Tripp VanderMill on Dec 15, 2015 15:31:24 GMT
Normally he was sure that he would have been perfectly content to have left things where they had been the night before. It had been one thing entirely to get her into his bed the first time, but he had considered it a feat to have convinced her to climb back onto it a second time, and now, with her body entwined with his for a third time, he realized that it wasn't just a game anymore. She had presented him with a challenge that he felt that he just couldn't back down from. By refusing to give in to his whims and play submissive to not only his base desires, but to his demands that she stay with him, she had caused an actual feeling of fascination to rise within him. That fascination continued to fuel more and more of his wishes for each of them.
Getting her to stay the night, to stay for breakfast had been one challenge he had been pleased to win, but now he kept thinking of how he was going to follow up. His train of thoughts kept getting derailed, however, with each press of her skin against his and each hungry kiss she planted on his lips. He continued to meet her hurried pace, crashing after a few minutes more of forceful kisses and commanding touches. Rolling onto the bed beside her, he turned to look at her for a moment, curious if she was still going to try and rush back to collecting her clothing and making a hasty exit.
"I'm still waiting on that name, Melanie," he reminded her softly.
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Post by Melanie Benson on Dec 15, 2015 15:51:23 GMT
Melanie let out a soft hum of contentment, stretching slightly on the bed beside him. She turned onto her side, looking at him for a moment. She was still so curious about him and why it mattered so much that he know her last name. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his mouth before nodding. “I know you are,” she told him with a soft laugh. With that, she pushed herself up from his hotel bed, collecting up her clothes once again and stepping into the bathroom to check her reflection and freshen up.
She smirked a bit to herself as she ran her fingers through her hair and examined herself in the mirror before she splashed some water on her face and pulled her clothes on. She could only imagine the jokes Brody was going to crack when she sauntered into his apartment, but she didn’t really care.
Stepping back out of the bathroom, she reached down to scoop up her shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling them on. She leaned over though, pressing a kiss to Tripp’s mouth. “Melanie Benson,” she told him when she pulled away. Chewing on her lip for a moment, she looked him over before reminding herself that she had to leave. She smirked at him, laughing gently under her breath as she stood up. “Thank you again, for breakfast.”
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