|[Nov. 12th, 2004|01:57 pm]|
(players only) [BACKDATE- this goes back to the weekend that George freaked out after the shrink visit and wound up on Angela's doorstep. Sometime after George left, she shows off her home to Gary]|
Angela smiles proudly as she shows Gary the room she's set up for working pottery. It had been a major renovation, mostly because the old, narrow door frame had to be completely torn out to get the large pottery wheel into the room. At Gary's urging, she takes the lid off a bucket and shows Gary the prepared clay, explaining with minimum detail about the consistency of the mix she uses. "This wouldn't be good for sculpture, but it's great on the wheel and that's I like best. It's soothing."
Gary cups his hands over hers, feeling the clay, rubbing it over her hands gently. "It's nice."
Looking up at him curiously, Angela spreads her fingers to twine them with his. The clay slips between them, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." He leans forward and kisses her tenderly. "You're beautiful."
"Mmmm," she purrs and presses into him, her mouth sliding open wetly.
Gary opens his mouth and slides his tongue into hers. He releases the clay and reaches down to pull her shirt up and out of her shorts.
Shivering, Angela helps him pull the shirt over her head, arching a brow as she brushes her hair back out of her face. "Gary? Something I should know here?"
"Why do you ask?" He begins to kiss down her throat and along her collar bone.
"Just you have this... ohhhhh, never mind," Angela's head falls back and she threads the fingers of her clean hand into Gary's hair. She squirms breathlessly, "Bedroom?"
"I want to get you dirty. I want to spread clay on you."
Angela shivers, "Clay on me?" Her voice is nearly a squeak.
"Okay... dirty is," she smirks , "good. Real good."
"Well, I contemplated sex in clay but that's kinda like sex on a beach."
"No. A beach can leave sand burns. Clay is soft," Angela laughs. "So how do you want to do this?"
"I want to strip you. To... sculpt you and make love to you."
She nods, "Alright, but wash your hand first. This is a good bra."
Gary chuckles. "Where's your sink, Baby. Do you even have one here?"
Angela smiles, moving a pile of boxes away to reveal the deep single basin sink beneath, "Can't do clay without water." She rinses her own hand, and then turns to watch him, "Do I get you undressed, too?"
"Of course." He rinses his hand and turns to look at her.
That's all the invitation she needs, her hands already going to push his shirt up and off. "You have an amazing body." She trails her fingers down the defined muscle in his arms, "Just amazing." The caress ends at his wrists, Angela's fingers moving to the button of his jeans.
"You do too, Baby. You're beautiful. Beautiful."
She tugs impatiently until the material is slipping from his hips. "Which is why you have the desire to cover me up with lumpy old clay," she teases lightly.
"Yes, exactly." He smiles.
Finally getting the last of his clothing off, she steps back. "Your turn," she smiles brightly at him.
He moves over and unhooks her bra, taking it off. He kneels and works her shorts open, pulling them down.
Angela gives him the same cooperation he had granted her, but doesn't help beyond that. His hands are warm, the calloused palms rough on her skin. She shivers, anticipation dancing up her spine, her brown eyes sparkling as she watches him.
He gently removes her panties, kissing along her hips. "SO beautiful."
"And you are such a tease," she shivers.
He chuckles. "Gimmie some clay, Baby."
She scoops a handful of clay from the bucket, letting the slip drain from her hand before she passes it to him. "You know, I don't think this was in any of my art classes."
"Classes only teach you so much." He takes some, spreading it over his hands and begins to run them over her body, drawing small patterns at first, or sometimes stripes.
Angela stays as still as possible, watching with fascination and growing desire as Gary's hands move over her sensitive skin, "It's a little cold. But kinda nice."
"I'll try and warm it up a bit more for you." He kisses her stomach, just below her navel.
The brush of his lips is barely there, and she moves into it with a soft noise of pleasure.
He rubs his face against her belly, eyes closed in pleasure. He warms some more clay and gently runs it along the back of her calves.
The tickle makes her squirm, flinching away, "Fuck... Gary, no."
"Easy, baby. Easy." His hands slide over her knees and thighs as he kisses the soft skin.
Angela groans, "Oh, Gary. This is... is... ohhhh." She shivers, gooseflesh breaking out over her skin.
"Is what, Baby?" He croons gently, kissing his way up.
Her knees start to buckle and she leans into him, "Good." She laughs, "Never ever thought to do this...." Her voice trails off as she sighs, eyes flicking closed.
Gary gently kisses her, letting his breath ghost over her sensitive parts. "You're beautiful." He can smell her, from here, and he debates whether to taste or move on.
"Mmmmm," tangling her fingers into his thick hair, she purrs.
That decides it for him and he moves in to lick and suck her lightly. His hands cups her ass to keep her steady, and he dips his tongue inside.
Pressing into Gary's face, she whimpers softly. She can feel the sticky of drying clay on her backside, and squirms against it, enjoying the sensation.
Gary shifts and delves deeper, licking and sucking, tasting her. He moans to himself, holding her closer.
His tongue finds her clit, sending white hot pleasure stabbing through her. "Gary," her voice warbles a warning as her knees threaten to buckle.
He guides her to the stool just behind her, giving her a chance to rest on it as he continues. He takes her clit in his lips and sucks, very lightly, on it.
Back bowed forward, dreathgrip on Gary's scalp, she slips one leg over his shoulder. "Please... oh baby... "
He presses, just where she likes it, and makes a humming sound to vibrate against her nerves.
With a murmured noise of pleasure she grinds forward, hips moving desperately as she seeks her climax. Her hands tighten, tugging painfully at Gary's hair.
Gary moves in, his tongue thrusting deep into her as he works. A finger tip makes its way to her clit and presses against it.
The pleasure pulses through her in a slow wave, tingling outward from her center to every nerve ending. Angela tenses, gasping in breath as she whimpers through the orgasm, clinging tightly to Gary.
He licks her gently, then licks his lips. He looks up at her, his eyes dark. "You okay, Baby?"
"Hunh," she snorts softly, stretching the tightness away with a sinuous wiggle. She looks at him through her lashes, "C'mere you big stud."
He moves up to her and gives her a deep, passionate kiss. He moans into her mouth, pulling her legs around his waist as he holds her. Where's a horizontal place when you want one?
She wraps her arms around Gary's shoulders, sighing as she sucks at his tongue. Locking her ankles behind him, she pulls them closer, grinding against his cock as she purrs and moans into his mouth.
He moans and pushes into her with one smooth motion. He groans in pleasure, starting to thrust slowly into her.
Angela's head falls back and she whimpers, rocking against him. "Oh, mmmm. Gary..." she shifts to nuzzle at his neck, the her soft sounds of pleasure breathed into the dark skin of his neck.
He groans and nuzzles her neck, licking and sucking on it. "Angela.... so beautiful, Baby. So soft. Feel so good."
"Yes, please like that..." she turns her head to give him access, kissing at his shoulders. Her hips glide with his gentle movements and she tightens around him, increasing the friction for them both.
He groans and nips at her neck. He pauses to suck one spot to raise a bruise, wanting to mark her a little. He glances briefly at the bruise coloring her pale skin, and exhales, thrusting harder into her.
Her body accepts the more aggressive entry, clenching around his shaft in fluttering pulses. Her cry of pleasure is stuttered to the same rhythm, her hair falling forward in a silken wave to hide the tears slipping down her cheeks.
He holds her tightly to him, cradling her like a treasure as he takes her. He makes noise of pleasure against her skin, his hands gentle in spite of the rough rhythm.
Gliding her hands over the sweaty skin of his back, she digs her nails in slightly as a rough thrust makes her scramble for a better grip on him. She presses kisses over his collarbone to the hollow of his throat, clinging to him and licking at him to feel the rapid beating of his pulse.
He continues thrusting before he groans as he comes inside her. His hips continue to move drawing it out. He swears he's lost all vision and hearing and all he can feel is Angela. He whispers a muffled word against her skin.
Angela tightens around him, offering tender kisses to his neck and jaw as Gary's hips tremble through his orgasm.
He exhales and gently moves her from her position. "You okay, baby?" He gives her several apologetic kisses.
"Oh," she laughs breathlessly, "more than. I should ask you. That was... athletic."
He cradles her against him. "I was always very good in sports." He jokes.