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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 25, 2007 3:40:44 GMT -5
He had to admit, before he came down here he was wondering what the hell he was doing, but now, he was into the whole idea. The whole wet sexy thing was definitely a turn on, not to mention the skimpy clothing.
A relay of shivers ran through his spine, just like hers had done before, as she moved her lips from his and to his ear,"Yeah yeah.. Don't rub it in or I might just change my mind.." He warned in a murmur, though it was all in good fun as his tone of voice was a teasing one.
Sure, she could hit the spot and make him do all sorts of things, which was an advantage for her because not many chicks had manged such a feat which is one of the reasons he kept her around. Though he still couldn't help putting his hand back for more, browsing through all the rest that he was missing out on, including some of Daylin's best friends. Risky, but mostly worth it.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 25, 2007 3:53:42 GMT -5
Daylin abruptly ended her kisses, leaning back away from him and raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, plucked to perfection. "Is that a //threat//, Mr. Masters?" she questioned, doing an impeccable job of remaining stone-faced, though she hardly took his comment as a 'threat'.
More like she just wanted to establish her power in the relationship. That he shouldn't fuck with her (or her friends) because she didn't //need// him. Ohkkayy, so maybe he was a huuge boost for her popularity, to be dating the top jock and all, but she still wouldn't take it.
She usually didn't mind his cockiness, but she felt like giving him a hard time now, though his threat had been in good humour.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 25, 2007 23:33:51 GMT -5
Her reaction startled him mentally a bit, though he soon saw through it, "A threat? No, just playing. You have /nothing/ to be threatened by." He replied, working on the old flattery trick, possibly boosting her ego. Actually, not possibly, most definitely.
He didn't mind these little power trips she had. He knew she sometimes like to control the situation, and so did he.
He was actually starting to get tired of their location, letting one hand leave her to swish it through the water, his storm coloured eyes lowering to watch the movement, "You ready to go back up yet?" He asked, referring to the carpark they had left before venturing down to the waterfall, "It's getting a bit too cold for what i'm used to." He added. And what he was used to were spas, saunas, indoor heated pools. What a lucky boy.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 25, 2007 23:45:11 GMT -5
Her face broke into an expression of relief, her smile growing by the second. Hooking her index fingers back into the hem of his trunks, she stood up on her tippy-toes and planted a quick peck on his lips before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the nearby bank, "Let's get outta here, hotstuff," she told him as she dropped his hand so she could catch her balance as she climbed up the slippery bank.
"Well, I picked the waterfall. Your turn," Daylin told him once she'd safely made it to the grass. Ohhkayy, so maybe she wasn't oh-so skilled in scaling mossy banks, but whateverr, at least she's still gorgeouss.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 25, 2007 23:57:34 GMT -5
Worked like a charm. it had given her the satisfaction and security she needed to forget about 'threats' and what not. As far as he knew, she had no idea what he did behind her back. Either that, or she denied it all.
He returned her kiss greatfully and followed her up the bank, keeping a watchful eye on her so she wouldn't fall. Mostly because it'd be on him, not completely for her own safety
Coming up behind her, he brushed off some of the dirt that had managed it's way onto his boardies before looking back up to her with a cunning smile, "What 'bout your yacht?" He suggested, walking across the grass to her, placing each of his hands on her hips, drawing small circles with his thumbs, "We could just chill out, have a drink... Whatever you want. I'll do /whatever/ you want." He stated, whispering the last part in her hair before pressing a tender kiss to her neck. She wouldn't be able to resist that offer, no way.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 26, 2007 0:13:31 GMT -5
Daylin stopped dead in her tracks as his hands found her hips and he suggested //the// yacht. She couldn't help but smile at this. They frequented the yacht, in fact, it was ah-mazingg. Not only could they drink to their hearts' content, but they could have some privacy too. Oooh la la.
AND he'd //just// agreed to do whatever she wanted. Ohmann. Grinning, she took his hand and eagerly dragged him up to the car park. "Your car or mine?" she asked, anxious to get to the yacht ASAP.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 0:22:58 GMT -5
Obviously that had pleased her, because before he could reply she had grabbed his hand and was practically dragging him along the track back to the carpark. But it didn't worry him because he was all too happy to go there.
He contemplated her question while still concentrating on where they were going, "Your choice, sweetheart." He replied after some thought, knowing that if she chose it'd mean she felt more in control of the whole situation. Which, at the time, he had no problem with. The yacht meant privacy, and privacy meant.. Yeah, no need for details in that department. It was pretty obvious.
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Post by Daylin Connors on Jul 26, 2007 0:31:48 GMT -5
Daylin thought it over for a brief second or two before nodding, "Let's take the 'stang. It's sexy and I don't feel like driving..." she admitted with a laugh, hiking her tote bag up further on her arm, which conveniently contained her clothes.
"Unless you mind our wet-ness on the leather," she added in afterthought, not sure if he'd freak out about that. Because, well, she couldn't care less about her Lexus, but the Mustang was special to Kyle.
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Post by Kyle Masters on Jul 26, 2007 0:54:24 GMT -5
He smirked at her suggestion, nodding, "Yeah, fine with me." He replied. He didn't mind driving, especially considering it /was/ a Mustang. Pure american muscle car. Couldn't go past that.
Her next statement made him puase on the way to the carpark, looking down at his torso, "Fuck.. I forgot my shirt." He stated, looking back. They'd already gone too far to go back, "Forget it, I've got plenty more." He decided, carrying on up the track.
"No problem." he replied to her concern about the interior of his car. The leather was pretty much water resistant, so it wouldn't hurt it too badly.
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