Title: S.l.e.e.p -is for the- [W e a k];; Possibly R
Description: Jenna
asher goldstein - September 8, 2007 08:23 AM (GMT)
Another sleepless night. Asher couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. There was no loud obnoxious snoring going on tonight...he just couldn't sleep. Staring into the pitch black abyss, his eyes easily adjusted though only enough to see slight outlines of this and that. All of his fellow hufflepuffs were in bed, sleeping rather peacefully. They must have had a rough day, he sighed to himself, thinking back to the days events for him. Ash's day hadn't been too exciting. The usual practice on the pitch, a jog around the grounds, classes, all you can eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.
The food at Hogwarts was always amazing and the day's was no exception. He'd gone to bed with a full stomach, but now it was producing a low grumble. Asher was one of those guys who ate entirely too much and was hungry again within the hour. Curfew had begun not too long ago really so he'd lasted a good while. If he could guess it was probably about 12:30 am. Not too late for a lot of people. Sometimes he ended up wandering the corridors of Hogwarts at this hour and found couples snogging here and there.
Shifting his weight a bit, the boy rolled onto his back, his soft gray eyes staring at the ceiling. There's no way I'm getting back to sleep...might as well do something constructive, the brunette mused to himself as he sat up. A hand raked through his tangle brown locks before reaching above his head, stretching. There was no light at all in his room so he stood up, scrambled quietly off the bed before taking a knee. Asher wasn't exactly the neatest guy around, but he knew exactly where his stuff was. Blindly his arm extended under his bed, feeling around carefully for a minute or two before finding his knap sack. A triumphant smirk lined his features as he pull it by its strap toward him then slipped it over his shoulder.
Quietly he got back to his feet, the bare skin of them exposed to them as he tip-toed toward the door. Knap sack over one shoulder still he dug in it for his wand, whispering a breathless 'lumos'. A soft light appeared at the end of the piece of hemlock, creating just enough light for him to exit the room and head toward the common room. Going to the common room in the sort of appearal he was wearing was frowned upon but no one ever seemed to be punished for it. Besides the girls were all sound asleep as well, being seen in his black boxers wasn't too big of a deal, they'd seen him with them on several occasions and no one reported him. He was positive they were all in bed anyway. Casually he shifted the weight of his bag and entered the room, glancing around. Nope. Completely empty.
Asher took a seat in one of the most comfortable arm chairs in the room, sitting his knap sack beside him for easy access. Sighing a bit, he pulled out his DADA book and began to thumb through the pages. Yes, he was going to do a bit of homework. Totally lame right? Not many people though of intelligence when the name Asher Goldstein was mentioned. It wasn't that everyone thought Hufflepuffs were stupid, they just didn't think of a pretty boy such as himself being smart. It irked him sometimes, but he lived with the fact people thought he was an idiot and still kept very decent grades. But that didn't mean much to anyone. Finding his assigned reading, he squirmed a bit in his chair, getting nice and comfortable as he began to read....not noticing soft footsteps entering the dimly lit common room...
jenna sloper - September 8, 2007 05:13 PM (GMT)
That idiot had canceled on her. Who in their sane minds cancels a meeting with her? She was Jenna Sloper, after all. Was she losing her touch or something? To any other girl, this might not have been of much importance, but to Jenna, this was everything. Deep down she knew that it shouldn’t matter to her that much if someone bails on a shag – after all, she’d had plenty of them to last her a while. But for Jenna it was different – it was who she was, in a way. She was almost the sort of girl that always needed a boyfriend on her arm or else it seemed like something was wrong with her. Though, in Jenna’s case, the word boyfriend wasn’t exactly the one she would use.
That’s why she was up. She was restless and wondering if there was something about her that oozed green that she just couldn’t see. Her bedcurtains were drawn tight around her four poster, and she was pulling at the skin below her eye by wandlight, seeing if there was something about her that would make him cancel. Nothing. There was nothing there. There was nothing anywhere. Why had he done it, then? Pulling at her hair in frustration, Jenna threw herself back onto the pillows. It had to be late by now – past midnight. Biting her lip, she pushed the bedsheets away from her, unable to keep still for more than a few seconds. It was like her body had to move – her arms would tingle and the only way to stop it would be to move them. Or her legs would do the same thing. It was ridiculous.
Finally, Jenna just sat up, frustrated with it all. Pushing her curtains toward the foot of her bed, Jenna slung her legs over the side, letting the skin touch the cool hardwood floor. Where she was planning on going, she wasn’t sure yet. She just needed to move. The girl didn’t even take the time to change into proper clothes as she slinked across the dormitory, taking time to pull Elliott’s sheets out of her friend’s arms and down to her feet. Adopting the moves of those superhero spies from the muggle movies that she saw when she was younger (James Bond had to be her favorite), the scantily clad Jenna moved up the winding steps that would lead her to the common room, one arm pressed against the stone like her body was and the other held by her face in the shape of a gun. She was being an idiot, but who would see her? When she neared the top, Jenna could see a flickering light dance against the gray rock, a sign that either the fire was or that it was out and someone was inside. Or that someone was still there and the fire was still on – but Jenna liked the thoughts of the first two options better; it made everything seem more like a spy move.
Stopping at the edge of the staircase, Jenna pressed her entire form even closer to the wall, bringing both hands up to her face to make that ever so classic gun shape. Pressing her index fingers against her nose (and not considering how ridiculous it would look if someone actually saw her), Jenna spun around the corner silently, pointing her fingers at whoever might be in the room. Lowering her arms, she saw who it was. Anyone would know who it was – what with that mop of curly brown hair. Asher, Asher, Asher. Feeling a grin spread across her features, Jenna padded lightly over to him; her eyes alight with surprised happiness.
He was reading? To each his own. Biting her lip, Jenna let her chin rest gently on his shoulder as her hands snaked across his bare chest (oh, divine) her breath falling right by his ear. One of the shoulder straps of her camisole was pushed back up to it’s place as her arms moved, and her girl boxers continued to hang loosely at her hips. “Defence Against the Dark Arts?” Jenna whispered, letting her blonde haired head rest against his curls.
asher goldstein - September 8, 2007 06:22 PM (GMT)
Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of his favorite subjects really. It was right up there with Transfiguration, perhaps even tied. Which reminded him he had to play catch up in that class as well. They were learning about animagi he knew that much, but he’d missed the whole entire lesson due to note passing. It wasn’t unusual for him to be caught passing parchment back and forth to random people in various classes, but he rarely ever did in either of the two subjects. He was one of the best when it came to Transfiguration due to his passion for it, but that day he’d been distracted by an old friend. No, not old friend. Rosalie was still very much his friend, but she had been gone for what seemed like a century. Just…fell off the edge of the earth in his book. The girl had up and disappeared on day without a world to him or Malcolm, leaving the eldest of the two a complete mess. Though Asher wouldn’t directly come out and say it, Malcolm meant the world to him. Like most little brothers, he looked up to him and seeing him so depressed all of them time was killing him inside.
For a year she had been gone and she reappeared just as randomly as she disappeared, expecting Ash to welcome her home with wide open arms and a huge smile on his features. That was the difference between the Goldstein brothers. Malcolm knew how to hide his feelings much better than Asher in those kinds of situations. Actually he was a bit ashamed about how he’d reacted to her walking into class that day, smiling warmly and waving to him. He’d flat out ignored her and began to shift through his knapsack when she’d passed a note his way. Yes, he responded but it was filled with more bitterness than he anticipated. By the end of class he hadn’t a clue what was going on, though the two of them had made up somewhat. Even as he sat alone in the common room, he felt ill at the thought of her and what’d she put Mal through.
Pushing thoughts of Rosalie and his brother from his mind, Asher ruffled his hair and adjusted himself in the large cushioned chair. It was hard for him to settle down and read anymore, he was always just so anxious. It didn’t help that he couldn’t see to read. No one knew about his little problem but Malcolm and that’s only because he was there when he was prescribed the stupid things. Over the summer, he’d been practicing on his broom with a set of cheap bludgers in the back yard of his house. Things were just like any other day, he was doing great until he heard his father call for him too come inside. Ash was distracted for only a second, he went to turn back around…and BAM! One of the bludgers got him dead between the eyes and he was knocked off his broom. With a bit of struggling he managed to catch them and shove them back in their box, but his vision was blurry, so blurry he couldn’t hardly see at all. By his father’s orders he went and took a nap and when he awoke it was better…for the most part. The next day they went to the doctor…and determined the impact had done something to his vision. It would get better for him over time if he was lucky, but he’d have to wear some charmed glasses to help regain his sight completely. Reluctantly he agreed and it did get better…just not all the way. They returned and the doctor concluded it was good as it would get and he’d have to wear reading glasses.
Ash didn’t want to believe it, his eyes were fine to him, but when he read the eye chart he messed up the letters almost completely. Digging in his knap sack, the scantily clad boy pulled out a small brown case and opened it. His faced scrunched up as he pulled out a pair of thin rimmed black glasses. They were slim, stylish even, but he still hated them. Malcolm had said he looked good in them, but he thought different. In reality, they made him look more intelligent. Like one of those smart yet handsome doctors that played in muggle soap operas. Not that he watched that stuff, just a comparison. Sighing to himself, the boy began to read, the letters now much clearer. Now, I bet you’re wondering how he passed without them in class. Well, he taught himself a nifty little spell to help, but it was temporary and he hadn’t figured out how to make it permanent, which was why he wasn’t horribly failing all his classes.
Deep into his book, he didn’t notice Jenna sneaking up behind him until she was dead behind him. Ash felt the presence of another, though he hadn’t gotten the chance to turn or even jerk off his glasses, before her slender arms wrapped around the chair, her hands grazing his chest, her head resting on his shoulder…her warm breath against his ear. Asher shivered, unable to stop a breathlessly soft moan from rolling off his lips. Immediately he knew who the other was, no one else would be so brave…he just wished she hadn’t gone right for the kill. Then again, he was pretty sure she didn’t know how sensitive his ears were, but of course now she did thanks to his inability to suppress his vocals, now matter how hard he’d tried. Ash couldn’t help that his ears were such a weak spot for him. It was weird to him really. How could one place turn him to mush…it was like his Achilles heel.
Regaining composure, he took her hand in his, pulling her small frame from behind him, trying to play off whatever had just happened. "Yes. I need to catch up," he replied smirking up at her in the dim light. She was barely dressed as well, but he paid it no mind. His eyes returned to his book, though he left his glasses on. There was a chance she hadn't noticed and he wasn't risking touching them. "What are you doing up at this hour? Going to meet someone?"
jenna sloper - September 8, 2007 07:30 PM (GMT)
As soon as she’d whispered into his ear, as soon as her breath had left her mouth, a soft moan cascaded from his lips, rippling through the air. Quirking an eyebrow, she was going to ask him what the hell all of that had been about. Making him moan had certainly been unintentional. It was a foreign sound on her ears – she was certain that she’d never heard anything quite like it come from him. After all, the relationship between her and Ash was mainly flirtatious. He was Mal’s brother, but oftentimes Jenna didn’t see him like that. Most times, she completely forgot about it, unless he brought it up or it wandered into her mind.
Though, just as she was about to pose her question, she found him pulling her around the chair to stand in front of him. She couldn’t help but bite her lip when she saw him from the front – the light dancing off of his sculpted torso, his hair mussed, his black boxers, and his … glasses? Since when had he had glasses? Furrowing her eyebrows, she looked at him, a quizzical expression reigning on her face.
“Yes. I need to catch up. What are you doing up at this hour? Going to meet someone?”
Jenna sank to her knees as he looked down, scooting forward so her cotton tanktop covered stomach was pressed lightly against his knees. “No,” she said, looking at his glasses once more. He looked so different with glasses on – so not like the Asher she was accustomed to seeing. And she liked it. There was something irresistibly sexy about them. Maybe it was the way he looked more intelligent or maybe it was just because it was something different. Either way, she wished she would have known about them sooner.
“I’m not going to meet anyone,” Jenna whispered, leaning forward to slip the glasses off of his face. Grinning, she slipped them on and struck ridiculous poses. “Since when have you had glasses?” She grinned, raising an eyebrow as she slid them off her nose and then went to set them on the end table not far from the chair. Slowly, she scooted farther against his knees, resting her arms across his legs horizontally.
The setting they were in right now was something that Jenna would have killed to have any other time instead of a broom closet or an abandoned classroom or even the rare times out on the grounds. The lights were dimmed, they were alone, and she was with Asher. Who knows, it might not have had the same appeal had it been anyone other than Asher in that chair, but he was. And she was thankful for it.
“You should definitely wear them more often,” Jenna commented, looking up at the face that she was used to seeing. “Girls would be falling at your feet more than ever. Trust me,” she grinned, tracing small patterns on the bare skin of his legs. So she was turning it up a notch, this was Ash after all.
asher goldstein - September 8, 2007 08:20 PM (GMT)
Thankfully he had either not noticed his little outburst or decided not to question it. He had a feeling he’d not given her time to give him the 3rd degree, which had been his aim. Asher was glad it was dim cause if she would have asked, there’d be no doubt his cheeks would have taken on a slightly pink color. Things like that were awkward enough, especially if you have to explain them to a particularly good friend. Sure, they talked about worse things but they only ever flirted and his weak spots were a bit more personal. Flirting wasn’t personal in his opinion, it was something he did with just about ever girl he came across. Besides, Jenna and Malcolm were practically best friends. Anything ‘personal’ would be weird right? Of course it was. Shaking the thoughts, he chose to forget about the incident in hopes she already had as he again shifted his weight in the chair. He just couldn’t seem to get comfortable and now with Jenna here as a distraction, he knew he wouldn’t be able to anyway.
She took a seat, or knelt down rather, so her stomach was pressed against him, Ash’s eyes remaining on his book. He knew if he didn’t get it done now, it wouldn’t get done…Ignoring her would be difficult, especially with her leaning up against him like she was, but maybe if he spoke and didn’t look, she would get the hint. "No? I figured you’d be scoring with some Gryffie on the third floor by now. Couldn’t sleep either then?" As he spoke, he felt her reach up and he drew back slightly not realizing she was grabbing for his glasses. Damn, she noticed, he groaned to himself, expecting her to rag on him big time. Teasing each other was an everyday thing for them so Jenna had been the last person he wanted to know about them. "Since this summer. I had a bludger accident. Doc was surprised I could still see at all…" he sighed, glancing up at her. He smirked as she did a few poses in them, taking note they didn’t look too bad on her either. Asher really had been lucky seeing as the thing hit him square in the face. He was bruised up pretty bad, it was amazing he came away with his good looks still intact. He’d sacrifice his face for his legs anytime though. If he would have fallen off his broom and injured his spine, that would have been the end of him, whether he survived or not. "I can’t read without them, letters blur together…wait. You don’t think I look like an idiot?"
He raised a brow at her as he closed his DADA book, sure that there was no way he’d finish his homework. He sat it down beside him, his grayish blue voids gazing down at her. "Really now? I think they look better on you than me. I look like a dork. Could you imagine me having to wear them on the pitch?! So not intimidating," Ash scrunched up his nose and stuck out his tongue, making a disgusted face before laughing. "I guess that wasn’t either…but still," Holding her gaze still, the brunette peered into the girl’s brilliant blue eyes, momentarily losing himself in them. If there was one feature Asher loved more than anything about a girl it was their eyes. They were windows to the soul and Jenna…well her eyes had to be the most gorgeous pair he’d ever laid his on. In the soft light they seemed to shimmer, he’d never noticed how brilliant they were before. Feeling a slight tingle on his leg, he tore his eyes from her, glancing down to her finger as it traced designs on his leg and back up to her eyes casually.
"Have I ever told you, you have the clearest crystalline blue eyes I’ve ever seen?" A small lopsided grin dominated his features and he shook his head. "Haha, it sounded less like a pick up line in my head," His hand moved taking hers gently, stopping her tracing, though he didn’t quite let go. Something felt…off. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but the more he looked at her, the more the light seemed to frame her, casting a slight glow around her figure. Jenna was a beautiful girl, a it didn’t take 20x20 vision to see that, but quite literally he was being to see her in a slightly different light. She was absolutely stunning. Maybe it was because it was late. Yes...that must have been it.
jenna sloper - September 8, 2007 09:26 PM (GMT)
“Couldn’t sleep either, then?”
She shook her head gently at his question, not bothering to tell him exactly why she couldn’t sleep. I was so pissed off that someone bailed on me that I just couldn’t sleep. That’s it. It sounded crazy in her head now as she knelt before him, he hands across his thighs. It was then that she took his glasses off.
“Since this summer. I had a bludger accident. Doc was surprised I could still see at all… I can’t read without them, letters blur together…wait. You don’t think I look like an idiot? Really now? I think they look better on you than me. I look like a dork. Coulr you imagine me having to wear them on the pitch?! So not intimidating. I guess that wasn’t either … but still.”
How could he ever look like an idiot when he wore his glasses? When he did, she found him even more attractive than without, in all honesty. It was just something that defined his features even more. To think that he looked like a fool when he wore them was ridiculous in her mind. Who cares if he wasn’t intimidating on the pitch? He could distract all the girls just by winking at them. Shutting her eyes just for a moment, she looked back to him. “So what? You should still wear them. Irresistible,” she grinned, noticing how he stopped her from dragging her fingers across his skin, but not moving his hand afterward.
“Have I ever told you, you have the clearest crystalline blue eyes I’ve ever seen? Haha, it sounded less like a pick up line in my head.”
Jenna scrunched her nose playfully at his comment, a smile spreading across her lips. “You’re too sweet,” she said, looking back at him. There was just something that she couldn’t place about him. Something was different. Something was pulling her even harder toward him than before. And Jenna was not going to resist it. Pushing herself off the floor, she moved so she was sitting on his legs, her knees fitting in the spaces on either side of him. This was Jenna – she was forward and she was seductive. There was a reason a lot of girls didn’t like her, and this was exactly it.
Leaning forward, she brought her lips a hair’s width away from his ear, the same place it had been before he swung her back around the front. “There’s something about you, Ash,” she smirked, her hot breath falling lightly from her lips as her hands roamed his chest. Kissing the side of his ear ever so lightly, she pulled back to look at him, a coy smile dancing across her lips.
She was letting go. It was official. Whatever was going to happen tonight was going to happen. So maybe it was a good thing that he bailed on her. She got Asher instead. Jenna bit her lower lip, never taking her striking blue eyes off of his.
asher goldstein - September 8, 2007 10:29 PM (GMT)
Shrugging his shoulders, had raked a hair through his curls. It was a nervous habit of his. Well, not really a nervous one, more like a childhood one he’d failed to break. They were soft as usual, silky. There was nothing different about them or any other part of his body and he suddenly felt so odd. Nausea wasn’t an issue and he wasn’t dizzy either, he just felt…it was something he couldn’t describe in words or by precedent at all. It was something new and though it frightened him a little…he liked it. A soft sexy smile curled onto his lips, one he rarely ever used in Jenna’s company. After all, they were friends. Nothing more, nothing less…or were they? He would find out soon enough. "Maybe. I don’t want to start getting stalked again though…" he mused aloud remembering the incident of his fourth year in Hogwarts. He’d helped a third with her flying one evening and she began to follow him about the school asking for tips and autographs from Hufflepuff’s best beater and in her opinion best flyer. It was flattering for a while, but it got annoying really quick…especially when she began telling everyone she was dating him. Being the kind soul he was, he tried letting her down easy and when that didn’t work, he played matchmaker. He kind of felt sorry for Dom when she began to follow him about, but hey. What could you do?
Before he knew it, Jenna was on her feet again, looking down on him. Asher felt as though she was moving in slow motion, but he knew better than that as she positioned herself on his lap, her knees straddling his thighs. The two of them were about eye level as she sat back, though he had a pretty nice view of her curvy body and an even better view of her cleavage through her small cotton tanktop. His eyes did not stray downward though. They stayed focused on those stunning blue orbs of hers until she leaned forward, lips barely a centimeter away from his ear. Her warmth breath tickled his skin, sending another chill down his spine. What the bloody hell is she doing?! Thoughts began to flood through his mind, the boy’s heart rate increasing slightly as her hands explored his chest.
Jenna was probably the school’s most talented seductress, Asher knew that as well as everyone else in Hogwarts, but never had she really tried putting her moves on him…until now. Suddenly her lips collided gently with the side of his ear, another low toned moan escaping his vocals. Ash was speechless for a moment, unsure of whether to question her or not, his pale blue voids meeting hers. They were filled with an emotion he’d never seen before. No. He had seen it, but he could never recall her directing such lust toward him…and the way she bit her lip. It made his stomach do a flip, his own lust beginning to grow.
"Something about me…are you trying to seduce me, Jenna?" he asked, smirking at her a twinkle of delight in his eyes. It was slightly amusing to think she was…no to know she was…the sudden urge to taste her lips on his came over him, his hands snaking up to her face, one brushing a few golden locks of hair from it, before resting on her cheeks stroking one side lightly. "Because it’s working…" Before she got a chance to say anything else, Ash leaned up while at the same time pull her face slowly toward his, their lips crashing together. Simultaneously he felt something warm in the pit of his stomach, a tingling sensation overtook him as one had left her face and wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer.
Asher was a risk taker. It was plain and simple. Pressing his lips against the blonde’s risked any friendship they had or could have hoped for, but he couldn’t fight what he was feeling. What it was exactly he wasn’t sure but he was going to grab it and run with it.
jenna sloper - September 9, 2007 04:09 AM (GMT)
Temptation had to be every soul’s worst flaw – the thing that made them human. No matter who it was, temptation was a factor in almost every choice they would ever make. Really think about it. Why do people do the things they do? Why do people choose to eat that extra cookie? They’re tempted by the way they know it will taste – the pleasure they get from it, no matter how fleeting. Jenna was a creature ruled by temptation, often times on both ends of the spectrum. Not only would she be the one tempted, but she would be the temptress. And that was exactly one of the reasons the girls hated her – they hated how easily she could do what she was doing to Asher right now, and they hated how she had the gall to even try to.
As a moan flowed from his lips once more, she couldn’t help but smirk at her progress. Everything about this was going nicely, going smoothly. She wanted him the way she’d wanted to have him for a long time now – ever since she really met Malcolm. Before that, she’d never even noticed the curly haired Hufflepuff before. Why she hadn’t tried this earlier, she really didn’t know.
“Something about me…are you trying to seduce me, Jenna? … Because it’s working…”
Shivers ran rampant up and down her body as his hand moved to her face, pushing a strand of her golden hair behind her ear before resting on her cheek. Another smirk was about to pass across her playful lips, but before she knew it, he was pulling her face toward hers. Eyes fluttering shut, his lips were soon pressed against his, only helping to amp up her need for him. She was in the moment now – her brain had shifted from coherent and logical to indulgent and scattered in less than a second. With his arm around her small waist, she couldn’t help but be pulled toward him.
The feeling was incredible, the heat emanating from his body, the unique scent he carried, the way his hand felt across her soft face. Her senses were keen now, feeling everything but nothing at the same time. Bringing her hands up to his face she let them linger over his features before entangling themselves in those silky curls – the curls that she’d wanted to touch ever since the moment she’d seen him talking with Mal. Or rather, talking to the vegetable that had been Mal.
Jenna sat up a bit, raising herself higher then him on her knees. Pulling away from their kiss (one that she had to admit was the best she’d had in her life), Jenna placed light, slightly open mouthed kisses on his cheekbones, and then his forehead, before lowering herself back down and moving to his ears; something she’d found out he must enjoy.
“I’d have to say I’m glad it’s working,” she whispered breathlessly as one hand fell delicately from his locks to his chest, her hips readjusting slightly as she continued to straddle him.
asher goldstein - September 9, 2007 04:58 AM (GMT)
Normally, Asher was pretty good holding out when it came to such temptations. He was an emotionally driven boy, there was no doubt about it, but over the years he had learned to control them somewhat. Just enough to get a girl interested or to keep them wanting more. Oh yes, he was good at that last one, but with Jenna’s Goddess like body straddling his, and the overwhelmingly odd sensation surging through him and was harder than usual. Much much harder. Something about her was different tonight that or he was finally noticing something he’d been missing. Either way, he was liking it. Temptation was a terrible thing, even some of the strongest men throughout history surrendered to it at one time or another, why be worried? This was Jenna. They were friends, not two complete strangers or anything like that. He felt safe with her or was his naïve mind taking over? Hopefully Ash was right, he was sure he was.
As his hand touched her face, Ash felt her body shiver beneath it, a smirking lining his lips. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one succumbing to the tension of the situation. It was good tension though no the bad kind. Sexual tension was a much better word to describe the atmosphere that had been surrounding them ever since day one. Ash had been taken with Jenna from the first day he met her, but realizing that she and Malcolm were close and she was to school slut, he’d managed to lock away those inappropriate thoughts. The latter of the two reasons, he wasn’t to proud of. Asher prided himself on the fact he didn’t judge others, or at least tried not to. Upon first meeting her, he was slightly wary of her charms but they quickly grew on one another and that thought had been left in the dust.
Jenna’s body radiated warmth, their to figures together making it much hotter than it had been a few minutes earlier. His lips moved against hers carefully though it was automatic to him. His body had gone on autopilot for a moment, knowing that he had the infamous Jenna Sloper on his lap making out with her, but not realizing he was doing it at the same time. It was confusing, but human emotions and nature were funny things. Asher’s heart was beating in time with hers, its rate rising very steadily as he inhaled her girlish scent. She smelt of some sort of perfume or lotion, which he wasn’t sure about, but it smelled almost as delicious as her lips tasted. His mane of curls was invaded, though no compliant graced the air, he even relaxed at the gesture.
Disappointment replaced the warmth he was feeling, the moment the blonde pulled back, readjusting herself on his lap. Asher was a bit breathless, nothing serious, though his chest was heaving ever so gently. Not a sound could be heard in the common room, none but their slow steady breathing. In a way he was glad she pulled back, knowing that if they continued any further, he would have had to find a more ‘comfortable’ position. When Jenna raised herself up a little, Ash bit his lip hard. His eyes were perfectly eye level with her well endowed bosom. Was it getting hotter in there?? He glanced up at her face, his hand moving from her face, brushing against her chest on its way down, finally resting on her waist.
"Mhm. Now I can truly understand why you’re praised so much. Not only do you have great eyes, you aren’t a bad kisser," he said with a smirk, tilting his head sideways a little. "But…I’m not sure if it was great. I’d have to have another to figure that out…." Asher flashed her a smug look, quirking a brow at her, wandering if she take the bait and go for another kiss. It was taking everything in him not to move any further, unsure about whether or not she was intending this to go anywhere or if she was merely teasing him.
jenna sloper - September 9, 2007 05:42 PM (GMT)
Jenna could see why Elliot must have dated him. Everything about him, especially now, was irresistible. Everything he did drove her mind wild, every touch he gave her made her body ache. The thought didn’t even occur to her that this was one of her best friend’s little brother; she’d never really been able to look at him that way in her whole time of knowing him. He’d never been, ‘Oh, I can’t like him because he’s Mal’s little brother,’ or ‘Oh, he’s too young to even want.’ No, she’d never once considered his age and she’d always dreamed of getting in this situation with him. Not even the creeping, nagging fragments of thoughts that she might actually like him came to the forefront of her mind. Though she might not be thinking it, her actions were surely to be a little different this time around intentionally or not.
“Mhm. Now I can truly understand why you’re praised so much. Not only do you have great eyes, you aren’t a bad kisser … But … I’m not sure if it was great. I’d have to have another to figure that out….”
A smirk danced across her lips at his comment, knowing exactly what he wanted from it. Kissing his ear once more and shifting her weight on his lap again, Jenna slowly moved from the side of his head to the front. “Whatever,” she whispered placing a kiss at the corner of his mouth, “you,” another kiss at the other corner, “want.” Pressing her lips against his for the second time that night, Jenna immediately deepened the kiss, her fingernails dragging over his skin like feathers as she moved them up and then down and across the sides of his neck before finally settling near the base of his curly locks.
Whether it had been only seconds or minutes that she spent kissing him that second time, she didn’t know. Eventually though, she pulled away, kissing the corners of his mouth yet again as her fingers passed lightly over his ears before moving down to his collarbone. Jenna stared down at her hands for a moment as she watched them pass delicately over his skin, before glancing back at him and pressing her lips against his once more.
Slowly, Jenna wiggled her knees free from their spots on the couch and moved toward the end of the chair, not breaking the kiss, but using her hand on the back of his neck to guide him after her. Though, Jenna finally pulled away when her feet touched the rug beneath his chair. Smirking, she let herself sit down, one arm supporting her body while the other pulled at the elastic waistband of his boxers, wanting him to follow her.
It was unusual for Jenna to give up the control this early on; of course, he wouldn’t know that. As things usually went, she would hold the controlling hand for a longer time than she was right now. By sliding off his lap and moving to the floor, he was gaining the control, she was letting him do whatever he pleased now – she’d given him his place on top. It didn’t register in her mind how out of the ordinary this was, all she knew was that she was doing it and she wanted him on top of her.
asher goldstein - September 9, 2007 07:17 PM (GMT)
Jenna didn’t seem to be wasting any time as she continued to break down any defenses or barriers Asher might have put up. Granted, he had none, but her lips kept returning to the oh so sensitive skin of his ear, taking as much advantage of it as she could. Again, her full luscious lips grazed it, though this time he managed to stifle the sound and hold it in a bit. She had control of the situation, there was no doubt in his mind. That would change soon, but for now he was content to let her have it. After all the fight for power was always more fun and with their competitiveness, he was almost sure the older hufflepuff was going to milk this situation for all it was worth and he would do the same. The more logical side of his brain had succumbed to his more passionate, something that happened more often than not and there was no way he was going to back down and away from the beautiful blonde girl in front of him, or on him rather. He would have had to push her off of him anyway, he didn’t see that happening anytime soon.
Spotting her mischievous smirk, Ash knew she’d caught onto his intentions. She was a smart girl despite what people thought. It agitated him to hear girls as well as boys to speak so little of her, it even annoyed him to hear her talk about herself in such ways. Why? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he didn’t like to hear any of his friends talked about like that, whether it was true or not. Ash’s naïve mind had convinced itself Jenna was misunderstood. There was nothing wrong with wanting pleasure, with wanting the comfort of being with someone in such an intimate fashion, right? To him, she was just looking for security and be that the case or not, it still didn’t give people the right to call her a slut or any vulgar name.
Ash couldn’t help but grin as she whispered to him and kissed the side of his curled lips. As much as he hated to admit it too himself, Jenna Sloper was in fact addictive. He couldn’t get enough of her soft touches…her teasingly delicious kisses. His whole being was being to ache for her and it had only been moments ago that they were conversing like average friends. Their lips locked, this particular kiss deeper than the last. Her nails tickled his neck as they moved, another moan caught in his throat, but didn’t emerge from his vocals. The girl was experienced and talented in the art of kissing, that was for sure, which only gave rise to his curiosity in other areas. He took in a subtle breath of air as she pulled back once more, observing her hands as they sent chills throughout his system. Before he knew it though her lips had found his.
Her body began to move, her knees wiggling and sliding from their current position on either side of his thighs to the end of the chair. Their kiss had not been interrupted for Ash quickly caught on to her wanting him to follow. The boy leaned forward, brunette curls falling softly into his face and eyes, shielding her slightly from view as she ended their third actual kiss. For once, Asher did not reach up and knock the loose hair from his face, nor did he ruffle it. He allowed it to hang there, a sexy and lustful gleam in his pale shaded eyes. Jenna’s digits were tugging at his waistband, a sure sign to follow suit as she took a seat on the soft material of the rug. At this point, Ash would usually remove his shirt, but he was saved the trouble due to the fact he already was without one.
Taking no time to think about the consequences of their actions, he slid out of his large lounge chair, straddling the blonde almost as she had done previously. Instead of bringing his lips to hers, they slowly moved to her neck, placing light kisses along it. His slender yet masculine hands pressed on her shoulders, laying her on her back as he steadily moved from her neck to her collarbone. Asher’s hands migrated further down her body, hands brushing up and down her sides before finding the hem of her thin tanktop. "My God your body is that of a goddess…" he whispered between kisses, wasting now time as his hands slid up under her shirt, beginning to explore the wonderland that was her body.
jenna sloper - September 9, 2007 08:30 PM (GMT)
Asher followed her when she pulled him forward, and Jenna couldn’t help but take in his appearance after she ended their lip lock. His dark curls had moved to the front of his face, obscuring his eyes from her view, but managed to only entice her more. For once, he didn’t reach up and push them out of the way or mess them up further. Instead, he let them lay as they fell, completely natural in a sense. Sure, his hair was usually nice anyway, but with the way it fell right now, it only managed to make him even more irresistible. Forget the note that they’d had just days ago and what she said, but Jenna was quickly becoming an addict, and Asher was her drug.
As he followed her to the floor, Jenna couldn’t help marvel at his figure – his defined form only intensified by the dying fire not far from them. She wanted to touch his chest horribly, wanted to run her fingers over the defined muscles that were hidden beneath his skin and often times hidden behind their annoying school uniforms. The thought didn’t cross her mind of what this could do to their friendship or where it would leave them after this all was over as he moved closer toward her. It was a let down of the way her brain switched gears so suddenly. Out with the logic and in with the hedonistic side of her brain. No longer did she think of what might happen, only just what would satisfy her desire.
A surge of energy coursed through her body as he moved to straddle her in practically the same manner she’d done earlier, electrifying every limb on her form. She’d wanted this. Jenna had wanted him on top of her, she wanted him all around her and she never wanted this moment to end. His lips moved to her neck while his hands wandered to her shoulders, pressing her down to the ground. Obliging, Jenna eased her back against the rug, letting him follow and drag his kisses to her collarbone. Every touch he gave her, every move he made on top of her was steadily driving her more and more insane.
“My God your body is that of a goddess…”
Her skin tingled as his hands meandered down her sides, reaching the hem of her camisole in hardly any time. In seconds, it seemed as if the world had flipped. Shivers ran up and down her spine as his hands wandered up her shirt. If she had a body of a goddess, he certainly had the hands of a god. Moaning softly, Jenna arched her back just slightly, raising her form up to meet his hands, wanting the pressure he was putting on her skin to increase. The spots where he touched tingled and she simply couldn’t stand it any longer.
Reaching down, her own slender fingers found the end of her shirt, and without a moment’s hesitation, Jenna pulled the hem up, lifting her shirt up and pulling the annoying article of clothing off. She shivered as the cold air touched her heated skin (that was growing warmer by the second), but she still wasn’t content. Pulling his face away from her neck and collarbone, she brought his lips to hers, plunging them into another mind-blowing kiss as she arched her back further. The skin on skin contact was enough to drive anyone crazy; the shivers that danced across her skin were no signal to her temperature – just the pleasure she was already getting.
asher goldstein - September 9, 2007 09:26 PM (GMT)
Jenna’s moan, though soft, seemed to echo in the boy’s ears. The sound was delightful, it’s soft tones music to him. If there was one thing he enjoyed as much as, if not more than, the sensual touching that ensued during intimate moments such as these, it was the noises. Adrenaline pumped through his veins uping his energy the moment it escaped her slightly parted lips. The thrill of knowing it was him making her squirm beneath him was enough to boost his hormones to another level. Ash wanted her. There was no denying it and it was more than obvious the feeling was mutual. Her body had lifted toward his hands, not recoiled at his touch. She emitted sounds of pleasure when he touched her, not pain or fear. She returned his kiss without one complaint. Yes. It was definitely mutual.
Ash continued exploring her skin beneath her shirt, his fingers falling gracefully over her abdomen leaving a trail of tingling behind in its wake. Her chest was heaving steadily, he could feel it rise and fall beneath his touch. It was almost as if his senses had heightened throughout their course of passion. Ash’s eyes picked up her smallest of movements, her tiniest of sounds, her scent and how the soft hint of perfume was beginning to mix with the aroma of the fading fire within the fire place and the beginning aroma of sweat. His skin was beginning to lightly glisten despite the chill of the empty common room. It’s location tended to make it colder than the rest of Hogwarts, the dungeons dark and damp. Their common rooms and dorms were the only exception though it still held that familiar chill. At the moment, Ash wasn’t the least bit cool. Quite the contrary, he felt as though he was on fire and it was only building as Jenna’s hands found the bottom of her camisole and pulled it over her head.
The brunette stopped his caresses only for a second, his head tearing away from her neck to behold her gorgeous upper body, which was almost fully exposed to him. Her bra was on still, which was disappointing to him, but then again he didn’t expect that it was already off. It didn’t matter to him though because he knew that it’d be gone soon if he had his way with her. As he went to return to her neck, he felt her delicate hands take hold of his face, bringing him in for another kiss. Her back continued arching, their bare skin touching as he leaned down, her full bosom pressed against his chest. The thought alone made him moan into their kiss, his tongue cautiously tracing the skin of her lips, desiring entrance to her mouth.
His hands wandered up and around her stomach, his touch harder than before though still pleasurable as lingered just below her breasts. Asher wasn’t thinking about whether or not she would allow him to go any further. No, he wasn’t thinking at all, though he was taking his time as he tended to the area right beneath them, no doubt driving her crazy. Finally they slinked further up, cupping them tenderly before he began to massage them. His touch was sensual, a mixture varying from rough gropes to passionate caresses. Unconsciously, his hips ground into hers.
Yes, Ash had kicked up another notch or two and though it would pain him, if Jenna decided to stop him, he wouldn’t object. He wanted her though. No. He needed her. His fingers began to trace the fabric of her undergarment, slipping beneath her form to its clasp…skillfully unlatching it, though the boy waited a moment, not slipping the garment off just yet…
jenna sloper - September 9, 2007 10:04 PM (GMT)
It was bliss for Jenna already, and they had barely even begun anything. If you wanted to be technical about it, you could say that they were still snogging … intensely. But who in their right minds would want to define something as magnificent as they were sharing right now? Jenna was a creature that lived in the moment, someone who strived in the moment. It was who she was and there was hardly going to be a chance that that would ever change. With his tongue tracing the edges of her lips, she quickly granted him access, not wanting it to end. Losing herself in their kiss, Jenna was brought back to reality when his hands pressed harder against her skin.
He had to have known what he was doing, leaving his hands right underneath her covered breasts. He wanted to drive her crazy, and it was definitely working. She writhed under his touch in a good way, eagerly wanting him to move upward and give her some small sort of satisfaction. It was torture, waiting for him to move his hands that were already working wonders on her skin. As if he’d heard her incoherent thoughts, his hands finally moved, and it was as if he’d flipped a switch for a moan from her poured into their searing kiss. Even with that annoying fabric there, it was thin enough to really drive her crazy. She could feel the heat from his hands, and when he ground his hips against hers, she couldn’t help but moan again, returning the movement.
As much as she wished this side of Asher had existed, she had never once considered it to be real. Never had she thought that he would really be able to make her moan, make her shiver, make her ache. She had, actually, but it just didn’t seem like he really could. If that even makes sense. There was no way in the entire bleeding world that she would stop him now, not when they were as far into it as they were heading, and not when she wanted him this badly.
Like on cue, Asher’s fingers traced the stitching of her bra, his fingers heading toward the back where the clasp was hidden. She was expecting him to unhook it and slide it off her shoulders, but he’d disappointed her. The moment that he’d unclasped it, he just left it there. Groaning in slight frustration, she wiggled underneath him, trying her hardest to get the straps from her shoulders. Having no luck, she tore her arms from his torso (where they’d seemed to take up residence) and brought them to either strap, wanting the bothersome garment to be gone, finding some place on the floor where her top managed to land.
Once it was gone, a chill ran up and down her spine, whether it was because of the sudden burst of cool air against her warm (and slightly sweaty) skin or because of the anticipation, she didn’t know. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she continued the kiss that hadn’t fallen apart during that entire time, she pressed her completely bare chest against his, moaning into the kiss once again, practically losing her mind at the contact.
Grinding her hips slowly, she lowered herself back to the floor, breaking the kiss after finding that she needed to breath. Chest heaving lightly, she smirked up at him, her hands snaking across his chest, dancing across his abdomen before finally stopping at the elastic of his boxers, tugging at them playfully.
asher goldstein - September 9, 2007 11:12 PM (GMT)
Asher couldn’t help but sigh contently as her lips parted, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to deepen their fiery lip lock even more. As if it were a honing device, it immediately found and began to rub against Jenna’s. Their tongues seemed to battle for control of the kiss, tangling and dueling back and forth as he pressed his lips much harder against hers. Ash was the type of guy who was passionate. He, Jenna, and the whole rest of the world knew this, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. As things got more intense so did his force, his pressure, though he was careful not to hurt the slender vixen beneath him. Everything they were doing had to be just perfect enough to grant the other pleasure. Too soft and it would turn her off, too hard and it would hurt her. It was all about mediums and how to balance on that thin red line. Ash could tell he was doing a good job as she moaned, his hands beginning to massage her bra clad breasts.
Many times before, he’d been told he was amazing with the his hands. Like most things he was always humble about it, though one time he couldn’t help but express smugness about his ‘skill’. It was definitely a confidence booster to cause a release before even actually beginning the act. He highly doubted he could do it again, but it had definitely been a boost! The young hufflepuff found amusement in the surprise some girls experienced with him. Yes, he was a goofball, one of the biggest in all of Hogwarts he assumed, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t a more…sexual side. Flirting was fun as was plenty of foreplay, but he knew all the right tricks and ways to pleasure a woman. It wasn’t something to necessarily to brag about and he didn’t in most cases, but it was always fun to see such surprise. A small smirk pressed into their kiss at the thought of what might have been going through Jenna’s mind. Probably the same as his.
It wasn’t that he didn’t believe that Jenna was as seductive as she claimed to be. No, he’d seen her at work a few times, flirting and teasing boys within the common room. Asher had always been rather proud that he managed to withstand her flirting, to keep up with her without falling victim to her charms indefinitely. Though his will was strong, Ash knew that once it finally caved in, there’d be no coming back. When he fell for a girl, he fell. End of story. The thought that he might actually be attracted to Jenna in a more than physical way alarmed him, but he quickly and smoothly shoved the thought out of his mind. It would only ruin things and his lower brain was to be doing all the thinking at the moment. He felt her wiggle beneath him, obviously annoyed he’d not removed the garment and only unhooked it. Her arms left his slightly glistening body and quickly removed it, tossing it over with her shirt.
The boy was beside himself as her bare chest pressed against his, a moan of delight escaping his lips only to be stifled by hers. It was an incredible feeling and he couldn’t help grinding his hips against hers again. Was all of this really happening?? Slowly Jenna broke the kiss, but only after he nipped at her bottom lip affectionately. Asher’s heart was racing as he peered down at her body, her whole upper torso completely and utterly exposed. A soft moan rolled off his lips as her delicate digits slid down his chest and to the waist of his boxers. She tugged and much to his dislike, reality smacked him in the face like a bag of bricks.
If anyone were to walk in on them, they surely would have been punished. The headmaster wasn’t naïve nor stupid, he knew that snogging and much more went on in his school. Most snuck off to a vacant broom closet or an empty classroom and locked the door to avoid staff or any other unwanted distractions. Here the two of them laid though, completely out in the open, both of them barely clothed at all and it was only a matter of time before the articles of clothing were gone completely. The thought of being interrupted shot through Ash’s mind and he struggled with whether or not to stop this insanity. Reality was catching up with him, no it had caught up and then some. He bit his lip hard, his brain flooding with possibilities. What if a first year stumbled down here? Or worse Elliott?? That would be terribly awkward. Or what if they were caught and Malcolm found out?? What would he think of his 16 year old brother sleeping around. It wasn’t uncommon now a days for kids that age, but still…
Coming to a decision, he shook his head a bit, dispelling all of the thoughts. No. They had come much too far to stop now. A smirk danced across his features as he took her hands in his, helping her pull downward. He controlled them holding them steady, only allowing her to slowly pull them downward, lifting up his form only to slip them off his muscular legs. Taking the lone garment he tossed them into the pile of clothes…now stark naked before her. He had a feeling she wouldn’t be disappointed in the slightest with his birthday suit, his lower form fitting well together with his upper. In other words, he was very well endowed, though he paused awaiting her approval for only a moment before leaning back a little. His God like hand started at her calves, taking their own good time as they slid up her legs reaching her girlish boxers. Without a second thought he pulled them off, praying that she had nothing beneath them, but was disappointed not that he showed it though. His head bent forward, kissing her navel area, planting butterfly kisses on her abdomen while also licking and nipping at her skin, his lips traveling further south until he reached the elastic of her panties. He smirked to himself, as he took it in his mouth…carefully and skillfully pulling them down with his teeth…
jenna sloper - September 10, 2007 12:02 AM (GMT)
Had she been paying attention to everything that was going through her mind, really paying attention to the way she’d been acting around Ash, she would have known that she actually liked him long ago. Not like in the sense she was used to knowing, as in wanting a shag out of them, but really liked. Like a crush. Holey moley, Jenna Sloper had a crush on one of her best friend’s younger brother. Her first real crush was with the curly haired Hufflepuff, one year younger than herself. So, if she would have known that she really did like him at that current time, she would have realized how backward all of this was going. You didn’t sleep with them before admitting your feelings.
It wouldn’t have taken a genius to see the look on his face. It was like he’d been struck with quite a few bludgers all over again. And she’d seen that look before – the moment where they were debating whether to keep going or to back out. Licking her lips that were red and swollen from his rough kisses, she watched him, her eyes narrowing just so slightly as she analyzed his expression. Of course, he had to be thinking about the consequences of this, the risk of being caught by anyone and their aunt. It didn’t bother her – it’s not like she’d never been in detention before, and the risk of getting caught only seemed to amplify her drive.
When he shook his head, for a split second she thought that he was going to stop. That he was going to just leave her on the floor topless and walk off. Though, as soon as that smirk played across his own slightly swollen lips, she knew that he wasn’t planning on it. As if that smirk wasn’t enough, he took her hands, pulling her hands down, sliding the cloth off at the same time. She didn’t object as he held onto her hands, controlling what happened. As soon as his boxers were off, Jenna bit her lip.
As his hand traveled up her legs, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and revel in his touch – the way his hands moved on her, it made her want to moan. She felt the material of her boxers slide off, and she wiggled once again, knowing how close to having everything come completely off. When he leaned over and pressed a kiss against her stomach, she couldn’t help the moan that spilled from her lips. The nips and licks drove her wild, her hands running through her blonde hair that was spilled across the rug. As he tugged at her final garment with his teeth, her hands traveled down her body, her hands barely touching the curls of his hair.
She wanted that material off of her body, she wanted it discarded somewhere on the floor where she could look for it later. Jenna wanted him. She wanted her sweat mingling with his while he hovered over her, his curls sticking to his face and his breath hot.
“Ash,” she moaned, louder than any that she’d let out before. Her body was going crazy with anticipation and the warm glow was building in the pit of stomach faster than she could have ever imagined.
asher goldstein - September 10, 2007 12:55 AM (GMT)
Determined not to let his worrisome thoughts to ruin the current mood, Asher quickly thought about what he’d be missing out on. He couldn’t honestly say he had never wondered what it would be like to shag Ms. Jenna Sloper, but he never dreamed he actually would. She was a year older than him, not to mention his brother’s best friend, or at least one of them. Jenna was the type of girl you looked at and not touch in his eyes. Sometimes he almost felt a little out of her league. Ash was no virgin, no he had lost that about a year ago and he was experienced. Maybe not as experienced as Jen, but he knew what he was doing. He was confident about that aspect, but something about her had always told him that even the thought of touching her in such ways, even the most innocent of kisses were a no-no. Why? The more he thought about it, the more he noticed a similar tendency with one other girl. A Miss Sophia Dearborn. Now wait. That couldn’t have been right. He couldn’t feel the same way about Jenna as he did Sophia because well that would mean…
Asher didn’t let himself finish the thought as his hand moved to grip hers. Thinking only lead to trouble, though he was pretty sure if things continued to progress, he wouldn’t be able to think straight anyways. Feeling himself exposed to the chill of the room, made him shiver slightly, but that didn’t affect him or his little friend in the slightest. He wanted her…he needed her badly and it showed big time. He could feel himself pulsating ever so slightly, his body aching for hers, but he forced himself to wait.
His bluish grey eyes were focused on her beautiful face as her eyes fluttered shut, practically melting beneath his touch. It was a good feeling…an amazing feeling to know you had such power over another. Her moan uped his desire, his drive for her as he tenderly kissed upon her slim stomach, leaving slightly red spots along it as he nipped and sometimes even sucked. His teeth then took hold of the elastic carefully, pulling it down as slow as possible, wanting her to beg from him to continue and strip her of her last garment. Asher could feel the tips of her fingers barely tangling in his mane of dark curls and knew she was anxious, but he waited, taking his own sweet time.
When Jenna moaned his name, goose bumps broke out on his skin. It was absolute music to his ears, her voice louder than it had been, filled with lust for him. Smirking to himself, he finally slid it down the length of her legs and tossed them aside. His eyes scanned over her fully exposed body, taking in every single stunning detail. Warmth radiated from it, her musky enticing scent entering the air. Asher bit his lip taking in everything he could before spreading her legs. His head bowed, his lips connecting with the skin of her upper chest, as he positioned himself, working his lips down to her ample breast. Ash steadied himself and then began slowly easing himself into her wanting to give body a little time to adjust to his size. One of his hands wandered to her side…keeping her steady as he began to thrust his hips in and out his other pleasuring the breast opposite the one his lips were caressing.
((I forgot to ask how comfortable you are with graphics. We can black out or continue as is. It's up to you. Sorry I didn't ask sooner...))