forum Runaways ((One on One RP)) ((Closed))

Started July 21, 2018 by Deleted user

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The sly grin switched to that of a more serious expression. Massaging his scalp, she asked, “What do you mean by stay?”

"Stay here. Don't leave," he murmured, moving to kiss her lips again.

She softly smiled. After kissing him back, she dropped her arms to his back and squeezed. “I won’t leave, I promise.” She kissed him again.

Bryson smiled blissfully. He rolled yet again, pinning her beneath him. He brought his lips right beside her ear and whispered passionately, "Snapdragon."

Roxy started to make the pleased purring type sound again, already loving the way how he called her that. She ruffled his hair a little as a response, smirking at him.

He kissed her lips, then he moved to her jaw and kissed along her entire jawline. Then he kissed down her neck and shifted her shirt to kiss all the way to her shoulder without stopping.

The purring progressed and changed into a moan. After he was kissing her shoulder, part of her wanted to take off her shirt, allowing him access to there easier. She waited for him to make the first move or ask first, not wanting to force herself upon him. She pressed a kiss against his temple, making it long and passionate.

He broke off from her shoulder and moved his kisses back to her lips and did the same thing again, traveling to the opposite shoulder.

Deciding to give Bryson a hard time, Roxy smirked then muttered, “You seem to very well know what your doing… So, how many girlfriends have your have in the past, huh?”

Bryson turned a bright red before he could think. "Uh… One."

She paused. “Are you serious? You!? I would have thought you’d be drowning in girls, with how cute you are and everything.” Her voice had a tone of deep sincerity to it. She rubbed the back of his neck lightly.

Bryson bit his lip, trying not to think of his past. He changed the subject. "You said I'm cute?"

“I don’t know, did I??” She winked. She noticed the way he seemed uncomfortable, and she felt bad. She tried to hide it though, not wanting to make him feel worse.

"Mmm, I think yes," he said slyly. I'll tell her about Madelyn later, he promised himself.

Still feeling slightly off, and out of the mood, thanks to her opening her big mouth, she tried to shake the thought out of her head. “Are you sure,” she sarcastically asked in an accusing voice, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sure I heard it," he said, darting in to nip her neck.

Roxy giggled and tried to curl herself out of his grip. Pushing her hands against his chest, she laughed, “Byrson! I know I shouldn’t have told you my weak spot!!”

Bryson grinned and pulled her back against him. "No! You are mine!" he said slyly.

Letting him pull her back, she gave him a seductive grin. Eyes flicking between his lips and his eyes, she whispered, “Im forever yours darling.”

Bryson smiled, putting his hand on the back of her head to bring her in for a passionate kiss and to gently stroke her hair.

Kissing back, a small barely audible moan broke through her lips. She clasped her hands over the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

He kissed her hungrily, his hand pressing into her hair.

She kissed him back with the same level of desperate passion. Tightening her grip around his shoulders, she grinded her hips up against his. One of her hands slipped up into his hair, lightly rubbing down by the nape of his neck.

"Woah, there," he muttered jokingly, pushing her into the mattress. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he kissed fervently without thinking off anything other than her.

Roxy ran her hands through his hair harder, twisting it lightly around her hands. She moaned again, only this time it was obvious. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back from the extreme pleasure she was feeling. She just wanted to stay like this, the two of them only thinking of each other.

He heard her moan, but when her hands tangled in his hair, he sighed louder then ever before. His tongue poked around, curiously exploring her mouth again.

She tilted her head back slightly, arching her back and pushing herself against him again. Feeling his tongue brush around her mouth, she lightly brushed her own against his, before stopping and mainly focusing her attention back on his hair.

Bryson groaned the more she played with his hair. He pressed tightly against her in response and moved his hand from the back of her head to cup her cheek.

She leaned her head against his hand, liking the feel of him holding her like that. It made her feel small, yet safe in his arms. Pressing her hands down into his hair, she rubbed her hips against his again.

"Rox… Someone's… coming," he muttered, drawing his lips away from hers and sitting up quickly, pulling her up with him. Now they were sitting, looking like they'd been just having a nice conversation.