vaughnhowls

Vaughn all but groaned at the feel of her touch, though he had been rock hard before she had ever laid a hand on him. To be soft and gentle wasn’t his way, but he yearned for this woman in ways that superseded his urge to tear into her like a Neanderthal. “I think I can manage,” he said and grinned at her lopsidedly. A hand drifted between her legs as she stroked him, fingers gliding along her slick folds . He bowed forward and kissed and licked and nibbled two perfect, delicious dark caramel mounds of flesh; soft and sweet touches, nothing too animalistic or rough. He could do this. He could be a patient and considerate lover if he willed himself to do so, surprising even himself. Two thick digits slipped inside of her and sought the warmth of her sweet spot, massaging and stroking her deep. Grasping her lips with another deep kiss, he let out a groan of satisfaction as the sweet scent of her core filled his nostrils and began to call out to him. “Can I taste you, Thalia,” he asked in a deep and raspy whisper, moving slow positioning his large frame between her legs.

The next few seconds were a whirlwind of confusion and surprise as Thalia stripped his towel, then came at him with a dizzying lip lock. Vaughn wasted little or no time moving in on her, frantically stripping her out of clothes. “I hate cheese, but I appreciate the overall sentiment,” he said, wetting his lips and staring at her blankly, standing there buck ass naked. He grinned slyly, leaning in to kiss her again, this time more fervently. He was treading lightly, knowing he could be a handful when it came to sex in general, but now with the full moon in effect, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect. As he moved her back toward the bed, he kissed along her neck as he reached behind her to unhook her bra…“Thalia,” he said falling onto the bed next to her, pushing himself on top of her. Skimming her lips with his tongue, he leaned in for another heated kiss. “Are you sure,” he said, breathlessly breaking free from their lip lock of a kiss. “I can be kind of rough.”

Sounding more and more like I should rethink my plan. Well what did you enjoy most on the better parts of it.

That’s true for the most part. I suppose it depends on how you define boring but I can see that being the case. The Keys…Never been there. Would you go back if given the chance?

“Ugh, I think I’d rather just stand here and look innocent. Your feet will thank me, trust.”

I was referring to being alone, but I might have been in my younger years. See the fun part is just taking off without a set destination. Where would suggest?

A cookout is never a bad idea.

“Nah, dating hasn’t been on my radar for a long time now,” he admitted. He wasn’t getting into the whole girl versus woman debate with her especially when he’d already succumbed to her wish to make the designation. “It’s not something I think about but I can appreciate your enthusiasm for making your point,” he said with an easy smile. “Same, actually. Is it okay to ask what kind of work you do?” he asked making polite conversation.

“Why not?” she inquired, merely out of curiosity and conversationally. Thalia paused a moment as he completely passed over what she had said and tucked that action away. “Well — thanks for that.” She half rolled her eyes and let a little space drift between them, beginning to look for an excuse to step away completely. “I’m an accountant. It’s not a terrible question to ask. What about you?”

Not necessarily, just the only way I know. Alright, fair enough.

Only way you know? Are you a nomad or something? Where would you even road trip to?

“What’s a stranger but someone you’‘ve not yet met?” But alright, company it is if that makes you feel more comfortable,” he relented. “Just a saying that’s been the same for centuries, but that’s my fault for not being original I suppose. I don’t mind altering the sentiment; if saying woman is more politically correct, then woman it is,” he said. “I don’t mean to be,” he countered with a faint smile and a small shrug. “What brings you to Belle Hallow?

“You were really hoping for date weren’t you?” Thalia chuckled a little and shook her head. “Gotta love a girl with ingenuity has been a saying for centuries? I’m only twenty-nine but I never realized that it had been around for so long. And it’s not about being PC, there’s just a difference between girl and woman. Do you want to be called a boy?” The witch looked at him and slow nodded with his response. “Moved to Belle Haven a few years ago — personal choice. Yourself?”

Well a lot of people go on roadtrips alone. They can be kind of freeing and fun. However is there a specific reason you want to go on your own? 

vaughhowls:

I’ve been thinking about taking a road trip. Just me, my thoughts and the open road. What could possibly go wrong?

A shitton of things could go wrong. But it’s freeing at the same time.