The Bet

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Later in the evening, heavy lashes fluttered as burgundy became unveiled to survey the dark room for a moment. Judging by the darkness that enveloped the room, she hadn’t been asleep long. Last she knew she was stumbling through the motions of desire with Reno. ‘Oh no…’ The thought dawned on her in an instant. ‘He must think I’m such a loser…’ She rolled over and her breath caught in her throat as she looked upon the fiery haired man that slept beside her. She was still lost in the grasp of alcohol and it regained its control on her inhibitions. She felt a desire reawaken that was not to be ignored.

Slowly, she inched down the bed, pulling the covers that hid him down along with her. She moved with fluid grace, in her best attempt not to wake him. Once the covers had met their demise at the foot of the bed, she slipped herself atop his sleeping form with surprising skill. How she managed the aforementioned without startling him in her drunken stupor would remain a mystery to her confused mind, but she brought slender fingers from his left side and toyed mercilessly at the silhouette that lay dormant beneath the fabric of his boxers, still damp from their midnight swim.

She listened as his breath caught and was replaced with a miniscule growl. She was surprised when he didn’t awaken under her touch, but this worked to her advantage. The muscle began to respond to her dancing fingers, straining against the fabric even in his unconscious state. Artful fingers slipped beneath the fabric through the opening, gently and cautiously bringing him into her view. Pearled teeth nibbled against her plush bottom lip, as she raised her gaze to monitor his expression. He was still out like a light, though she was sure she’d have him awake by now. Luckily for her, fate gave her this one.

Slender digits proved adept once more as they encircled the base of his member, silken strands tickling his hips lightly as she dipped down, teasing the rounded head with her tongue. In that moment, his breath caught again in his throat and he gasped harshly. His abdomen tensed and she knew he was likely awakened now. She took advantage of his slow reaction, lavishing her tongue over the entirety of his shaft before bringing him into her mouth. She sucked lightly upon the rigidity of his flesh, tongue swirling with delicacy and pressure in a manner that elicited a rather loud moan from the waking man.

He brought his arms up, elbows bending until he propped himself up with ease. Fiery lengths tousled messily about pale features, aquamarine resting upon the crown of the dark haired girl who was performing blissful acts. Feeling his movements, Tifa spent another lingering moment pleasuring him, before she rose with a mischievous smile. Wine coloured eyes peered at the boy lost in a daze; he wore a grin that rivaled her own.

“That was, without a doubt, the best way I’ve ever woke up.” His voice was mildly drunk with passion and alcohol. His own buzz hadn’t left him just yet.

“Really?” Tifa’s tone was husky and it sent reactive shivers down his spine.

Without another word, Reno pushed himself up enough to grab her arms. She adjusted as he pulled her down against him, the hardness of his arousal pressing into her abdomen as he did so. She balanced with one hand, using the other to tuck away stray strands of dark hair before he pulled her into a kiss. Delicately, he brought her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling sensually on the warmth of her before releasing. His tongue ventured past parted lips and played with her own, deepening an already overwhelming kiss.

With quick movements, his hands found the clasp of the laced black bra and went to work. Within seconds the item was cast aside, revealing her full chest to his hands. He caressed her, trapping pert peak between fingers and played upon the sensations that were sent through her body. He was rewarded with a soft, feminine moan. He parted his lips from hers and inhaled a deep breath, taking in the scent that was uniquely hers. The remnants of Lily of the Valley teased his senses as he brought his hands down to the hem of lacey panties. He tugged at them desperately and she obliged, reaching down to slide the garment from her, leaving her completely nude.

He glanced down between their bodies, finding his gaze lingering over supple flesh down to the mound created by her pelvic bone, completely free of any hair. The sight aroused him further and with animalistic desire, he threw her down beside him on the bed and climbed atop her lithe form. He took the time to remove his boxers, joining her in nudity. One hand traced down her chest over the scar that kissed her skin from beneath the rise of her breast down further, but he cast his attention elsewhere. Fingers slid down against her slick folds, a smirk gracing his lips when he found just how aroused she’d become.
His hand moved again, this time placing fingers around the shaft of his penis, bringing the rounded tip to rub against her in the manner his fingers had just moments before. She writhed beneath him and her cries were desperate in nature, soft hands moving to grip against the pert bone of his hips and tugging in attempt to drive him into her. Strength was needed to resist her, but he managed to hold out a little longer, furthering her torture.

As he continued to tease her, she found herself frustrated and she strained her neck to bring plush lips against his ear. Graceful skill brought fluid movements of her tongue, teasing the lobe before nibbling against it in a manner that brought him to shiver. Before he could recover, she whispered breathlessly, “I want you.”

In his arousal, he could last no longer in the game of teasing, and he brought the head of his penis down against her entrance. She felt her victory nearing, and she laid her head back against the pillow. He brought his lips against her own in a heated kiss, bucking his hips the moment he did so. She moaned huskily as the motion brought him into her with force, penetrating as far as was possible until the velvet walls stretched to accommodate him after seconds of stillness.

His tongue began to dance, mimicking the movement of his hips as he began to thrust into his lover. Her slender legs rose and wrapped loosely around his waist, without warning she dug her foot against his behind, shoving him hard into her until she felt screaming was justified. He nearly lost it there in that instant, but recovered within a steady pace.

They continued on in this sacred dance for nearly twenty minutes, becoming rather loud in explicit sounds of passion. Feeling content with his show of longevity, Reno brought his pace up a few notches, thrashing into her small frame with quick force. Tifa brought her hands up against the blades of his shoulder, tiny nails digging into the flesh as she felt her body tense and near climax. Her hips began their own dance, meeting his to further the depth he could attain. He lavished warm kisses against her neck as he muffled quite the growl into the mattress.

He knew he didn’t have long, her rhythm was pushing him further to the edge. He felt the heated silken walls contract around his length, and Tifa threw her head back in a shattering combination of sweet moans, finally allowing his name to slip from betwixt parted pastel. Orgasm hit her harder than ever, crashing through her unbelievable, and her legs tightened against him while her back arched. Hearing his name sent him over the edge, he gave several last thrusts before bucking harshly and remaining still as hot liquid spilled from his tip. His breathing ceased for what seemed to be long moments, before he fell lifeless against her. Her pleasure had ended only moments before his final thrust, arms and legs loosening around him as she came down from euphoria.

She panted against him, listening to his heart pound in his chest as he lay atop her. She had never been so thoroughly pleased in her life, and she was suddenly glad to have met him in the bar earlier that evening.

“I’m exhausted…” The breathless words came from a shaky voice as she ran her fingers down his back. He reluctantly pulled away from her, falling on his back near her side. After a moment of silence spent catching his breath, he rolled his head to the side, cerulean depths taking in the sight of the beautiful woman sparkling as the moonlight danced off the light sheen of sweat. She met his gaze, and slowly she rolled over to embrace him.

After quite the escapade, the two were thoroughly exhausted, and within minutes of falling together they fell into slumber.