Ortega's bandaged fists clenched by his side...
Heat crawled up his neck...
He looked down at the dollar...
Then up at Mae, still with that mischievous smile on her face...
The dim light made her features softer, curvier...
He shouldn't. After all, his progress was lost.
He should walk away.
{New quest}
{Flip the tables. Regain dominance. Save face}
{Accept: yes or yes}
Ortega swallowed.
The system just confirmed it...
He did not want to leave...
There was still a way to salvage this...
Fine. Let's play.
His heart was already beating fast...
But as he slowly got to one knee in front of her...
The damn organ beat even faster, and it took all his willpower not to let it show on his face.
Not that she could see it...
This low...
He was a dark knight buried in shadows...
He could see her breasts from down here...
Heaving...
She was still, but he noticed...
How tightly her legs wrapped around each other...
And when she pinched the hem of her skirt and drew it down to cover her exposed thighs...
Ortega's smile sharpened in the dark room...
He ignored the note and instead...
Leaned forward...
Catching the strong scent of her arousal...
His stomach growled, hungry for the taste of her...
He licked his lips...
And...
Grabbed her ankle...
She flinched...
Slowly his grip trailed up...
Kneading her flesh along the way...
Slick and soft...
Lotion, perhaps...
He squeezed her calf gently with one hand...
The other, he rested on her knee for leverage...
She was hot all over... And smelt so good...
Ortega began to salivate...
Feeling he might explode—which was scary...
...As he was only using his hands...
He wanted more.
Closer.
He inched forward and kissed her knee...
'Twasn't enough. More!
His tongue trailed saliva along her shin...
While his hand moved...
Picked up the dollar and put it in his back pocket.
Still holding her leg, he stood up...
Rubbing it gently as her foot pressed against his abs...
Her toes curled like fingers...
Ticklish and hot upon his flesh...
Her eyes were closed...
And naughtily she was biting her bottom lip...
Ortega's breathing got heavier, wilder...
He kneaded up to her thigh...
Around it, wanting to feel everything at once...
Smoothing his fingers over her flesh...
Touch sometimes light as feathers...
Pinpricks of his fingertips dancing across her skin...
Other times he made rotating rubs with his three front fingers...
Inching upwards...
Dangerously.
His dick throbbed. Watching her heaving mounds...
Her cleavage aglow with a sheen of sweat...
Their ragged breaths mixed, and by the second it only seemed to get more... intense...
The world blurred away...
Leaving only the sensation of her against him, her scent, the anticipation of what she'd taste like...
She was a blur too...
And when she cleared...
Her mouth was open... His dick twitched to land home...
Her eyes were slanted...
Her arms holding her up by her sides gave way and she shifted...
Slowly falling back onto the bed...
Her leg out to Ortega, who held it as one might hold a rifle...
Ortega followed her but not all the way...
His knee rested on the edge.
Like slinging a bag, he wore her leg on his shoulder...
Then kissed her thigh.
His other hand slid down...
Along flesh slicked with sweat and scented oils that mixed with her juices...
...and buried in the canopy of her hiked-up skirt...
Her folds were swollen through her undies...
Trembling for his touch...
His middle and ring finger tapped in greeting...
Before tugging away the fabric...
The air kissed her clit.
A soft hiss escaped her.
Her thigh muscles were tight against Ortega's chest...
Slowly Ortega began to rub...
Rotating and tapping...
His rhythm came easy with her...
The mattress was shifting under her weight...
Her hips rotating in sync with his movements...
A bit later her back arched and somehow her hand had found its way under her shirt...
Ortega slipped a finger in, but only stopped halfway and pulled out...
A few more times he did this and she was a cat hissing...
Thrusting her hips as though to have his hand buried inside her...
Her leg resting on his shoulder wasn't idle either...
Locking him, pulling him down towards her...
Ortega stood his ground. Not yet.
Her whimper came out frustrated...
Then she hissed again...
His two fingers had buried inside her...
Her mouth opened to release a soundless moan...
Her walls squeezed his digits...
He pulled out just as easy as he came in and repeated, slowly at first...
Then faster...
Palming her clit as his fingers explored her cave...
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
Till she gripped tight the sheets beside her...
Buckled...
And the whole of her began to vibrate...
Violently.
In her orgasmic state she'd kicked him off...
Ortega stood back while she writhed on the bed...
Her eyes were only white...
Her lips parted but no screams came...
Only a cracked moan when her body stopped twitching.
She lay there, her breathing quieter, but intense still.
Sheets blotched with her liquids...
Bathed in sweat from head to toe...
Her scent a heady mix of sweat and sin...
Ortega's right hand twitched...
Fingers slick with her need...
...bandages drenched.