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Caroline Forbes (23) former miss mystic falls. likes her bourbon neat. determined, loyal, and will plan the best date you've ever had.

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[precautionary]

Mmmh, [ he groans against her and it rumbles through him, echoing her soft breaths. her fingernails scrape the back of his head ( not hard but unyielding ) and they secure him in place, persuade him to slip his middle finger into her folds as she spreads her thighs open wider. he traces a line up and down inside her, slides his finger slowly against her without quite going past his knuckle. he doesn't want to break the rhythm they have going, even as he closes his lips around her clit and sucks, applying light pressure briefly. never too much to overwhelm her and leave her too sensitive. but probably not enough to satisfy her either, he wants her hanging on that edge.

the scent of her arousal has him inhaling deeply, his own heart thumping frantically in his chest from the thrill of this—them. and god, she tastes divine. Dyson doesn't want this to end, doesn't want to go back to reality and what's waiting for them when this is over. he won't mind if she reaches her peak right there, or in ten minutes, but he hopes she doesn't mind coming more than once because he wants her trembling; wants to watch at least once when it happens. not now, not when he's zeroed in on pressing the flat of his tongue against her and licking a path as close to his own fingers as he can get and back up to where he started. he's about three seconds away from putting her knee over his shoulder but he hasn't made it that far yet. ]

[coy]

[ there's nothing hotter than a man who doesn't hesitate when going down on a woman, especially when he knows what he's doing. okay, yes, it's a little frustrating, the way he teases her, the way his mouth only applies a light pressure, the way he only slips one finger in, half way.

she whimpers softly in protest, her head falling back with a few panting breaths, one of which morphs into a laugh.] You tease-- [ she mumbles even as her body's starting to react, one of her hands moving from his hair to press against the wall behind him for balance as she starts to curl over him, trying to urge him closer, deeper, to give her more.

it's hot. his facial hair tickles her in the best away and his tongue is hot enough to make her tremble but it's not enough, not even as she tries to rock into his mouth and touch, now that she's balanced herself better.]

[precautionary]

[ he wants to laugh with her to join in on the joke, except that means pulling back or pausing his ministrations and neither one of them is prepared for that. if Caroline wants him to speed things along and give her more, then all she has to do is ask. as much as he as every instinct to grab her by the waist and hoist her up around his hips as he stands, he wants the experience they’re sharing to be good ( whether it’s the first or the last time. ) being half-mad with passion is the fun of it, after all.

when she finds her footing and steadies herself with her palm on the wall behind him, he can’t resist running his hand down her thigh and hooking her knee over his shoulder to attempt to throw out her equilibrium. Dyson wants to keep her guessing and he doesn’t want her to catch her breath, though, she’s welcome to try. he takes a moment to kiss her inner thigh and to take advantage of how much more of her body is exposed to him before he joins a second finger with the first and slides them into her, curls them only slightly inside of her and matches the pace she’s setting with her hips.

Dyson exhales hotly upon her skin, almost overcome by the sight of her alone and returns his mouth to her. this time a little more frenzied — faster to match her gasps, harder to pair with the way she’s rubbing herself on his face. he alternates between flicking his tongue against her clit and pressing the flat of it down and licking small and large circles around it, trying to figure out what she responds to the most. ]

[coy]

[ caroline has never had a problem with being bossy, even in bed. there's nothing wrong with giving direction, at least not in her mind. but for now, she's more interested in seeing where he wants to take this, to see how goes about things even if she feels a little impatient.

however that ends a moment later when he pulls her closer, throwing her off footing and forcing her grip at him a little harder, gasping out. and before she complain or even make a teasing comment, his fingers press inside of her, moving at the pace she'd been seeking out. ]

Yeah-- Dyson... [ she murmurs out, sounding both pleased and breathless, her lips curving in a self-satisfied smirk, her head falling forward, being free with every sound she makes, happy to let him ear just how good it feels, especially once his mouth joins in on the action. he gets the best reaction when he uses the quick stroke of his tongue in conjunction with his fingers.

the perks of being a vampire is having heightened senses and well, she'd been responsive before, now that she's a vampire, it's a hundred times more true. with one hand steadying on his head, the other curls against the wall before she starts to slap it a little.] God, yeah, right there. How-- [ she lets out a laugh.] How am I already so close?