'M' New friends and good beer (Countess)

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'Oh shit, she heard me.' Was the first thing that entered her mind when Bresthra asked her if there was a problem with her sleeping with Weston. She was too stunned to do more than just stare at the drow like an idiot. For once her life, Charmaine did not have a snappy come back, or any kind of come back what so ever. This was very unlike her, normally Charmaine could answer any question addressed to her easily. This time however she couldn't even form a word.

Finally she found words to speak. "Ah no. There's no problem with it. Weston is a grown man and can sleep with whom ever he wants too. I just can't help but be a bit protective of him, that's all. Comes from being with him for so long. I know he's drunk and not thinking clearly, I just don't want him to do something he'll regret." She knew that last part wasn't true. Weston was no more drunk now than she was. If only she could figure out what it was that was bugging her about it so much.

"I'm sure you a fine woman, I just don't want to see him hurt." She explained in a bit more kind manner. It wouldn't do for her and Bresthra to not get along, especially if Weston grew attached to the drow. Charmaine would have to learn to get over it. "I'm sure Weston will be back any moment and then you two can go back to...whatever you were doing." Charmaine might not have known what was wrong with her, but to even an idiot it was plain to see that she was very very jealous of Bresthra.

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Bresthra eyed Charmaine. She wasn't naïve. Bresthra knew something was up, what's more, she thought she could guess. She didn't want to get in the middle of anything. Even if there was nothing on Weston's end, if Charmaine didn't want Weston sleeping with someone else for a reason.... then Bresthra wasn't about to cause drama. That was not what a Sharressan did. Nor did Bresthra make a personal habit out of it. She patiently listened to the justifications that Charmaine managed to make up... thought there might have been some truth to them, before she gently said, " If you don't want me to..." Between Bresthra and Weston, there'd just be sex. Simple, primal. But if there was the chance there was more that Charmaine wanted... and Bresthra would ruin it... well, she wouldn't do so willingly.  

[ V_V short = fail ]

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Charmaine gave a sigh of relief. She was very happy that Bresthra was being very cool about the irrational way she was acting right now. Her eyes widen when Bresthra gave her the option to stop what her and Weston did that night. For a few seconds Charmaine was about ready to say that she wasn't okay with it and end their evening, but then she recalled seeing the look on Wes' face when he looked at Bresthra. He really wanted this night with the drow and Charmaine was a good enough friend to not deny him that no matter how she felt. "No, it's fine. Just don't hurt him, okay?" She said softly and then the sound of the back door could be heard opening. "Oh good there's Weston." She said getting up.

Weston had ran all the way back to the mansion, but he didn't tire himself out. Thankfully there was no sound of fighting within, that was a good sign. "I'm back. I got rid of the body so we don't have to worry about anything." He stated as he looked about the room. Charmaine was standing and looked about ready to go back to bed. Bresthra was leaning against the wall and looked very hot.

"Good. Thanks Wes. Well, I'm off to bed...again. Goodnight." Charmaine said as she started walking up the stairs to her bedroom. She wasn't happy though and she knew she would not be getting any sleep tonight. At least she didn't ruin Weston's night, she still could say she was a good friend.

"Goodnight Charmaine." Weston said and waited until she was out of sight to walk over to Bresthra. He placed his hands around her waist and felt that small fire start burn within him again. "You ready to pick up where we left off?" He asked, smiling devilishly.

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Part of her knew Charmaine was lying. There was a brief mental struggle as she debated... but it all came down to the fact Charmaine gave her the go ahead. If the Halfling woman felt so strongly about it all, then she wouldn't have. Bresthra watched her as Slyheart stood when the door was opened. There was certainly something there. Some part of Bresthra knew exactly what that feeling was. She knew because she'd felt that way before. For whatever reason though, when she saw Weston that guilt washed away. Bresthra didn't question it, didn't try to recall the thoughts she'd just had. Why? Because they were complicated. She didn't understand herself why she recoiled. But rather than pull away, as she had several days ago, she ignored it. There was promise, warmth, and escape to be found in Weston's touch. To Bresthra, that's exactly what she wanted.

Bresthra's attention was on Weston from the moment he walked in the room. Her lips tilted in a small smile as they both waited in silence for Charmaine to leave. The drowses had already forgotten the fact there'd been something more she'd been thinking of only moments ago. His hands came to rest on her waist, just beneath the hem of the camisole. Her pulse quickened a little as her arms settled comfortably around his neck. It was the smile that made her shiver though. That smile that men got when they knew they were about to have her. It was oh so wonderful. And it completely blocked out anything else. Her focus returned to Weston, where she leaned in and lightly brushed her lips against his, murmuring, "More than ready."

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A small shiver ran up and down Weston's spine as she put her arms around him and gave him a very gentle kiss on the lips. Some how she tasted more delicious now than the first time they had kissed. He felt his temperature raise a few degrees from being so close to her. "Good." He said softly against her lips. They should go back to the room now he knew, but for some reason he found it nice making out with her in the hallway against the wall.

It was almost as if a small wild fire had started inside of him and only Bresthra could put it out. He leaned in and kissed her very passionately and with such hunger. That small interruption had been worth it since it seemed to have just made him want her even more. He nibbled on both her upper and lower lip and entwined his tongue with hers. His hands roamed up and down her back, savoring the feel of her skin. Since he didn't have his shirt on he could feel how warm she was even better, which only made him more excited. He remembered how her breast felt under his hand and longed to feel it again.

Weston's body was now leaned against hers, pressing her flush with the wall. One hand he ran down to her hips and then around to grab her ass, then pulled her closer to him. The other hand he ran across her stomach over the soft camisole. He was feeling pretty brave now and so he slipped his hand under her camisole to feel her warm, silky skin. A small moan escaped from his mouth and he left her lips to trail kisses down to her neck where he started to softly bite and suck. The hand on her stomach rose a little and continued to rise and fall a bit, each time going higher. Till finally his fingers brushed the bottom of her breast. For a moment he was too stunned to moved it any higher and wasn't sure if he should or not. "Let's go." He said quickly and moved away from her to take her hand and lead her back down the hall to her bedroom.

Though it had appeared that Charmaine had went all the way up the stairs she really hadn't. She was hiding at the top of the stairs where they could not see her. Of course, no one could see Charmaine if she didn't want them too. Why she didn't just head on to her room she didn't know. A part of her was curious what she would see if she stayed and spied on the two of them for a second. Honestly she thought they would just walked down the hall back to Bresthra's room. What she did not expect was to see the two of them start making out right there in the front room. Her stomach fell and her heart rose to her throat. Why what she saw got such a reaction out of her, she wasn't sure, but she knew that she didn't care for what she saw. With a huff she got up and stalked back to her room silently, very disturbed and even more confused.

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She was delighted when leaned against her, kissing her with a tangible want. If she'd had a small doubt about his desire to continue after the interruption, if was washed away now beneath the way he kissed her. Bresthra made a pleased sound in the back of her throat as he bit, gently, at her lower lip. She lost herself in the kiss, in the way his hands touched and traveled over her. The heat of him against her was the best, though. He had no shirt on, and Bresthra's camisole did nothing to inhibit the exchange of warmth.

There was a rather breathy, sharp intake of breath when Weston pressed her to the wall. She was so hot... then she was pushed against an oh so cool wall. The stark contrast shot a shiver down her spine, making her press herself more to Weston. When his hand found her ass, she couldn't help but smile before hooking her leg around him. She had no problem releasing him from the kiss because it meant he'd kiss else where. Like along her neck. Bresthra tilted her head back, exposing more of her skin to Weston. Allowing him to do as he would. Her eyes close as his hand drifted higher and higher, teasing in the way it would fall back down the front of her before returning. Then the tips of his fingers reached the underside of her breast.

Then it was like someone doused her with cold water. He pulled away, completely. She lost the warmth of his body to hers, the feel of his hands on her and his lips on her neck. It left Bresthra momentarily disorientated. She'd been perfectly ok with doing whatever in the hallway... If Weston hadn't grabbed her hand, it would've taken Bresthra several more breaths to figure out what was going on. But he led her back to the bedroom... and she quickly came to terms with the fact he wanted a little more privacy than the hallway would afford. She understood considering there was another person in the estate. Bresthra didn't think Charmaine would have wanted to see that... And while Bresthra was usually not so concerned about others, the way Charmaine had been acting...

Those thoughts were discarded as Bresthra smiled and pulled some on Weston's hand, enough to turn him a little right outside the door. This time, she was the one that pressed him to the door. Bresthra kissed him, groaning softly as one of her hands slid down his side. The tips of her fingers slipped beneath the fabric of his pants, sliding around to the front... as the other hand turned the handle and pushed the door open. This meant there was an abrupt end to the kiss, which made Bresthra smile slyly as she slid past him and into the room. She briefly glanced around, wondering where she should go. Back to the desk... the bed... Her attention shifted back to Weston. She'd let him decide.

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Weston was a bit stunned when she turned him around to push him against the door to her room. This was nice and unexpected, the feel of her lips back against his was perfect. Then her hand started going down his side. Weston was a bit ticklish on his sides, but where he would normally be laughing and moving away from the touch, Bresthra's touch was only pleasing. Then her hand slipped beneath the top of his pants and slowly slid around to the front. Just when he thought she was finally going touch him, she slid past him into the room.

Feeling a bit disoriented he followed her back into the room. All thoughts about the thief and the interruption was gone now. He wondered where they should go now, the desk was pretty fun when they were there, but there was the bed they could start enjoying at any point. He was aching for her now and didn't want to continue this wonderful foreplay for much longer. The bed it was then. He shut the door behind him and walked back over to her. "Now, where were we?" He said seductively, wrapping his arms around her to pull her into yet another kiss. Slowly then he started walking her over towards the bed.

"Gods Bresthra. I want you so badly I can't even describe it." He said as he started biting on her neck again, then he trailed his kisses down to her shoulder. His hands roamed her back and down to her ass. He wanted those damn pants of her, he wanted everything off of her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her down next to him, then he continued to kiss her passionately. Slowly, he ran his hands back under her camisole, but this time he grabbed a hold of the bottom of it and started to raise it up and take it off of her.

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Bresthra grinned when Weston moved back over to her. The loss of his body against hers had already developed an ache. A very familiar ache that she knew he could satisfy. She eagerly pressed herself to him, succumbing to the kiss with blissful abandon. As though he'd said it aloud, she knew the foreplay was coming to an end. Which was perfectly acceptable to her. Bresthra's body hummed with unfulfilled need, the whole of her wanting so much what pleasure could be found with Weston. She couldn't help but smile a little as they kissed, the pressure along the front informing Bresthra of his desire to make their way to the bed. The steps were slow so as not to break the intimate kiss they were sharing.  At least, not until they were closer to the bed. Which happened quicker than Bresthra would've believed. Weston pulled away to murmur, "Gods Bresthra. I want you so badly I can't even describe it."  The words were quickly accented by his attention on her neck and along her shoulder. Each little bite along her neck had her shivering in want, her breathing soft and airy.

There wasn't a question of what she would do when he sat down. Breshtra moved to follow suit, their lips meeting in another kiss, starting to turn desperate. She moaned softly, biting at his lower lip when his hands found the bottom hem of her camisole. Unfortunately, she had to lean back away from him so it could be pulled off of her and discarded, leaving her ebony skin bare to him. She leaned back a little, propping herself up with an arm while the fingers of her other hand brushed along his jaw. The briefest of touches, before gliding along his neck and down his chest and abdomen... to the top of his pants. "We should get rid of these," she breathed softly, smiling just a little.

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Whatever intelligible thoughts had been in Wes' head had suddenly disappeared from existence. He had slowly taken the camisole off of her to savor the moment, but once it was off and discarded on the floor he couldn't do anything except stare. Her skin was so dark and smooth, her breast were exquisite and supple. He knew he was staring at them, but he couldn't help it. Finally the part of his brain that control motor skills finally kicked in. He reached out with one hand and caressed her stomach, then he ran his hand up until it reached her breast. Weston's legs went numb from the knees down as he slowly massaged one of her breast with his hand.

She was leaned away from him, so he had to lean in close to her to reach. Vaguely he felt her fingers running ever so lightly down his chest and abdomen down to the top of his pants. "We should get rid of these," she said to him softly. He managed to give her a small, devilish smile as he said, "I plan to here in a second." After that he put his other hand up to her breast and started massaging them both. They felt so firm and wonderful under his hands, he could massage them all night.

He did that for a few seconds more and then said, "Okay, now I'll get rid of them." He reluctantly took his hands away from her as he stood up. Weston would never have admitted it, but deep down he was a bit nervous to take his pants off in front of Bresthra. He hoped that she would like what she was going to see. He untied the laces that kept his pants up slowly, then he pulled them down and stepped out of them. He had on an undergarment, but wasn't sure if he should leave it on or not. They may as well come off now. He thought to himself and slowly took them off as well. Now he stood before her, naked, and a bit nervous, but still thoroughly excited.

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Bresthra loved the smile Weston had as he said, "I plan to here in a second." There wasn't any rush. Besides, Weston seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the fact she no longer had a shirt on. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as she relaxed, simply enjoying the feel of his hands on her. It was so relaxing, so wonderful, to be caressed. Not that it would put her to sleep, but rather it was the slow and steady stoking of the fire already burning within. It helped even out her breathing, helped her focus more on what she was feeling. She didn't know how much time had passed before Weston said, "Okay, now I'll get rid of them." She'd almost not heard him. But the combination of his voice and the loss of the warmth of his hands made Bresthra's eyes slowly open. The drowess remained propped up by her arms, watching with curious, intent interest. There was something so very personal about undressing in front of someone. Revealing a part of the body that in rarely seen, exposing the whole of your body to a person.

She let him stand there for a breath, bare, as a slow smile spread on her lips. Her blood red eyes played over every inch of him, taking him in anew now that there was absolutely no cloth to hinder her attention. Weston had the body of an athlete, someone who spent much time running about, doing this and that. Harder than hers, more defined along his shoulders, chest, and abdomen. And though she'd already touched him before, Bresthra found she wished to again. Her eyes met his as she sat up straight, her hands gliding up his thighs, over his hips, and up his sides. There was a gentle pressure transferred through her palms, wishing him to move closer. Only once he complied did Bresthra lean to brush her lips along his stomach, lightly kissing him as her hands worked back down his sides.

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Weston stood there still as Bresthra's eyes thoroughly examined every inch of his body. The way her eyes practically touched every part of him made him ecstatic and shy at the same time. He felt so exposed to her at that moment and a part of him felt like throwing his clothes back on, but the part of him that burned for all of him to touch all of her was much more powerful. "Like what you see?" He asked curiously, though if the smile she had on her face was any indication he already knew the answer. That gave him a bit more confidence at least.

What she did next about knocked him senseless. The way her hands ran up his thighs, then to his hips and his sides was amazing. Tiny shivers ran up his spine to make the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He realized that she wanted him to move closer to her, so he quickly complied. He stepped forward to her and much to his delight Bresthra started kissing his stomach. Weston wasn't by any means a hairy man, but he did have the slightest of a happy trail starting from the bottom of his belly button down. His heart skipped a couple of beats before it started working again. Her lips felt like fire on his stomach and it made him breathe harder from the simple contact.

Weston placed one hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed and massaged it, while the other he ran through her hair as she continued to kiss his stomach. His heart raced and his breath quicken as his mind started to wonder where she would go next. He knew where he'd like her to go, but he'd never ask. He was content to let her do whatever she wanted to. Slowly he ran the hand that was on her shoulder downwards to her breast. He loved the way she felt in his hand and tenderly started massaging her again.

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Bresthra smiled against his skin, turning the brief contacts of her lips into a sucking kiss placed low on his hip. He'd asked her if she like what she'd seen. Of course, she was simply too preoccupied to answer... which sort of was one. Her hands slid around in his lower back then over his ass, holding him as her kisses steadily worked lower and lower. A sucking kiss next to his belly button, the next beneath that, and the next lower still. She had an end destination in mind, but there was no rushing to it. She was encouraged to continue as his hand slipped through her hand, and the other graced her shoulder.

It wasn't until Weston's hand slipped down to caress her breast did her own hand move to wrap around his length. She'd kissed as close as she could, brushing the tip of him along her jaw. On accident, of course. The ghost of contact was teasing though, purposefully. But now that she'd turned her attention to that particular part of him, well, she couldn't help but continue to tease. Bresthra glanced up at Weston before running just her lips along the sensitive head, her hand still holding most of him. Then, with a very sly smile, her tongue flicked out to circle end of him. Weston was very firm in her hand, very warm... to have him like this was so very thrilling. She wanted to taste though, and fully intended on doing so.

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Bresthra didn't answer him, but she didn't need to. The way she was engrossed on kissing his stomach was answer enough for him. A small moan escaped his lips as her hands moved from his waist to his ass. He liked the way her hands felt there, so warm and commanding almost. As if he couldn't move even if he wanted to, the feeling made him even more excited. His heart beat faster and faster the lower she went until she was kissing as close to him as she could.

It was torture to have her so close and yet so far away. Then when he placed his hand on her breast did she finally wrap a hand around his staff. He let out a louder moan at finally feeling her grab a hold of him. It made him involuntarily squeeze her harder, but he realized what he was doing and relaxed a bit. Weston did not want to hurt her in any way. He was looking down at her now, watching what she was doing to him and watching his own hand massaging her.

He took a deep intake of breath when she looked up at him before lightly running her mouth over his head. Weston felt as if his whole body was throbbing at that point. He'd never had the pleasure of a woman giving him head before, Bresthra would be his first. He saw her lips curl into a sly smile as she flicked out her tongue to make a circle the end of his head. Her warm, wet tongue felt like....well he couldn't describe what it felt like, all he knew was that it felt wonderful. He wanted to feel all of him in her mouth, so he gently applied some pressure on her head with his hand, but he didn't want to pressure her. The hand on her breast stopped massaging and started playing with her nipple.

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Bresthra loved how every little thing she did elicited some sort of reaction. The brush of her lips along his skin making him inhale, the way his grip tightened on her breast when her hand had wrapped around his length... Each one was utterly delicious. To see the want, to be the sole focus... it was exhilarating. She felt every bit as wicked and coy as any woman would given the chance to be the cause of all those reactions. It was a heady thing, to feel so... naughty. There was just no other way to describe it. While they were both clearly adults, and the choice was theirs to make, the excitement that came with hooking up with someone you'd just met was enormous. It broke unwritten rules of engagement, bypassing societal stipulations that you had to know someone longer than the time it took to share your name and a couple drinks. But that was all part of the fun.

Bresthra felt the pressure of his hand against her head, feeling his wish transferred in that simple touch. A wish she could easily fulfill. His hand on her breast became secondary to the feel of him filling her mouth. There'd been a breath of hesitation before she'd leaned forward to slide him in, her tongue lightly running along the underside as he entered. Bresthra moved very slow, taking her time to adjust to his length while tasting him. Only when she felt the desire to would she go faster. Besides, the slower she went, the more she teased him.

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Weston watched every move she made, like a cat watches a mouse before pouncing. What they were doing was so right and so wrong at the same time. In all his life Weston had never indulged on a one night stand before. The women he'd slept with he'd known for at least a month or longer. He knew all the social wrongness with this, but he didn't care. It was fun and thrilling and exactly what he needed right now. Never before did he feel so wanted physically than seeing Bresthra below him, pleasuring him in a way no woman had done before. It made him feel invincible almost.

Apparently the light bit of pressure had done the trick. Before he knew it, Bresthra was slowly taking him into her mouth. Her tongue ran along the underside of his length. He moaned and curled his fingers into her hair passionately. The way she moved, so teasingly slow was about enough to make him come quickly. Weston knew he was going to have to keep himself in check otherwise he'd come much sooner than either of them wanted. To give him credit though, it had been five years since he'd been with any woman.

He was enjoying how slowly she was sucking on him and didn't mind if she didn't go any faster. Of course he wanted to do the same for her. He'd never pleased a woman with his tongue before and was dying to know what she tasted like. "Oh damn, Bresthra. That feels so good...I want to taste you so bad." He said in a very husky, seductive voice. He felt as if his legs were going to give out on him she was making him feel so wonderful, he'd never forgive himself if he fell over as she was giving him head.

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There was a flair of pain, nothing too bad, when his hand curled in her hair. Not that it bothered her, rather, it told Bresthra he was very much enjoying what she was doing to him. She was hardly rushed it anything that she did, at least when it came to pleasure. Like how wonderful and heated the foreplay had made them, this was simply another way to have some fun. Her hand had to slide down some so she could replace it with her mouth. It was all in the way one breathed and relaxed that allowed Bresthra to take most of him in her mouth. She held him there for a breath, her tongue running along him, before slowly backing away. She applied a fair deal of pressure with her lips, increasing the contact in any way. And as always, mindful of her teeth. While some guys wouldn't mind it, Bresthra wasn't about to try.

"Oh damn, Bresthra. That feels so good...I want to taste you so bad." The sound coupled with the words made her moan around him. Just the thought of his mouth on her made Bresthra move just a little faster. She didn't want him to cum yet, but she wanted him very close. Part of her was carnally curious just how many things she could do to him before he came. Though preferably that would be during actual sex.

[ The mental image of Weston falling over during this had me laughing so hard XD ]

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Weston's mouth was half way open in pleasure as his breath came faster. His heart felt as though it was in his throat and the palms of his hands were starting to sweat. Small moans escaped his lips every now and then, but mainly when ever Bresthra took the length of him in her mouth. She was good at this, the best he'd ever had. Though technically she was the only one who had given him head. Most of his thoughts were directed to pay attention to what she was doing to him, but a few stray thoughts came to his mind. Thoughts such as how she wasn't choking with him in her so far.

When she started speeding up he could feel himself creeping ever so closely to the edge. He tried to calm himself down as she continued to pleasure him, but it seemed as if nothing was working. When she took him in all the way again he felt himself almost loose control and cum in her mouth, but somehow he managed to not. Weston then took a step back from her. "I'm sorry, I'm not ready to come yet." He said, coaxing her to standing. He kissed her lips and held her close to him. "That was wonderful. I've never had that experience before." He admitted albeit a bit nervous telling her that.

His hands roamed her body again, finding her breast to lightly rubbed and massage them. Then he ran them down to her pants and started fiddling with them. "How about we take these off?" He said, nibbling on her ear. His hands continued to mess with her pants, but for the life of him he could not figure out how to undo them. Trying to act like he was just taking him time, he trailed his lips down to her shoulders and then further down to the rise of her breast. He found her nipple and started sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. He still couldn't figure out her damn pants though and he was starting to get frustrated.

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Bresthra wondered how much of this Weston could take. She was typically a good judge of when something would undo someone, making them finish before either were ready for it. This time, however, it seemed Weston thought that was enough. Which made Bresthra smile as he spoke, drawing her from him so she was standing. She was fairly surprised when he kissed her then. Some guys found it a little unsettling to do so after she'd just had them in her mouth. What surprised her more, however, was when he said, "I've never had that experience before." Then it was even more amazing he'd stopped her. Not that Bresthra minded. She nibbled on his lower lip as his hands explored her again. "It's fine," she murmured softly, her lips brushing against his.

She glanced down when his hands found her pants. His whispered words against her ear elicited a soft chuckle. She closed her eyes as his mouth went from her ear, down her neck, and to her chest. She was rather wrapped up in the warmth of his mouth on her very sensitive skin. Bresthra actually shivered. Her hands remained along his side, until it seemed he was taking a little longer with her pants. It was then that one of her hands ran through his hair, very much wanting him to stay where he was, while the other slipped to the ties along her pants. Her breathing was light and airy from the sensations his mouth created, but she still managed to pull on the laces to undo the knot that had formed. This left her pants loose enough he could push them down if he wanted to.

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Weston didn't stop what he was doing to her, she seemed to really be enjoying it. He personally liked the way her hand was running through his hair. Apparently his little ruse wasn't enough to fool her and she had to help him with her pants. He didn't mind, he was just glad that her pants were undone now. He continued to kiss her breast and tease her nipple as he started pulling her pants down.

Once he had them partially down he stood all the way up and started leading her towards the bed. Gently he sat her down on the bed and then proceeded to remove her pants the rest of the way. He threw them casually to the side and then went back to paying all of his attention on Bresthra. He had managed to calm himself down a lot, so his mind was much clearer now.

Kneeling in front of her he kissed her again. He didn't think he could ever get enough of kissing her. His hands roamed up and down her legs, enjoying the feel of his skin on her skin. They were so silky smooth and firm. With out saying a word he started trailing his kisses downward, stopping for a moment to kiss her breast again. "Would you like me to please you now?" He asked her.

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Bresthra shivered with pleasure at the continued attention of his mouth, closing her eyes to focus more on the feeling, of the warmth, than anything else. She barely even registered he pushed her pants the rest of the way down. Or at least somewhat down before he pulled away from her. Like surfacing in cold water, the removal of his mouth left her panting softly. Her body was flushed with want, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. She gave him a questioning look before immediately realizing he wanted her by the bed. Bresthra's pants were still high enough walking wasn't too awkward, though she was very pleased when he tugged them the rest of the way off. The drowess loved the look in his eyes, the way his attention expressly belonged to her.

Before she could lean back on the bed, Weston kneeled. Without a word, the two met for another kiss. Weston was such an attentive kisser, she was already convinced he may be one of her favorites. She moaned lightly against his mouth as his hands caressed and explored her legs. Reminding Bresthra that there was no cloth barrier between them anymore. That simple knowledge had her shifting a little, eager to have him. Weston broke the delicious kiss to continue down along her jaw, neck, and eventually to her chest. He surprised her by pausing to ask, "Would you like me to please you now?" With a sly smile, Bresthra combed her hands through his hair before leaning back, propping herself up on her elbows. "Only if you want to," she purred softly. With their position, Weston was already between her legs. All she had to do was part them a little more, giving him access should he wish it. Whether he choose to use his mouth, or to actually enter her, she wasn't sure which she preferred the most. The thought of either of them had her terribly excited though, warm, and very eager.