Unexpected Domino Effect - Brielle & Domino.

[Afterhoursclub]

“Gahh!”

A short gasp, just mere moments before their figures intertwined together in an intimate, steamy embrace- completely controlled by the model and his deep desires of conquest. The fire of resistance had been extinguished, replaced by mere compliance, rightful acceptance… and why not, some sort of self-indulgence in the moment.

His grip grew tighter, clenching her naked breast with force, sending a myriad of stimuli across Brielle’s figure. Causing her body to shiver and heave, still in Domino’s hug. Until suddenly, this one travels lower- pulling himself even deeper into her. “Hmph…!” dragging a low moan out of her lips, her head shoots back despite the strong hold of the other hand against her scalp, before falling right back, once again crossing stares with the model, biting her lower lip while completely lost in the heat of the moment… the heat of their steamy exchange… eyes filled with sudden sparking anger with lustful hints.

Her body moved in unison with his, following the same rhythm as they continued with the primal ritual; her arms came up- nails digging deep into his back, more a reflex than an attempt to hurt him. Ragged breaths matching his… a fast heartbeat shared by both-

There was a clear mutual desire lingering in the air… growing more and more evident the longer they stayed glued to each other. No point in denying it… no case to fight against it anymore.

[CyanDimitrik]

Everything feels like an encouragement; everything. This is the natural result of their conflict, their clash. It was a chord struck from the get-go, at the very start - when Brielle opted to be flirtatious and dance with danger. There's no doubt in his mind that this is a possibility she foresaw. And thanks in no small part to that bold approach to their match, it became manifest. And now, even that look in her eyes - somewhere between anger and desire - rings too similar to the heat they shared in the ring. It's an aphrodisiac. A lure. The graze of her fingers against his skin may leave light scratches against sweaty skin for a uniquely stinging sensation, but everything about this contact has included some level of pain and strain.

Their bodies entangled and connected, Domino leverages his body firmly against her. Defined pectorals mash firmly into her breasts, his head turning to begin covering her cheek in kisses. His hips roll against hers, brushing upwards to tightly surround himself with her warmth, and smoothly lowering again only to pump upwards again. Each push rhythmically presses her lower back into the lockers, every meeting of their hips in full heralding the tightest pressure.

Heated breaths sweep against her skin, and his lips begin trailing downwards. By the time he reaches the corner of her jaw, his fingers slip from her hair in favor of reaching lower and hooking her thigh to draw her leg upwards, hitching the knee closer to his side.