He Can't Help But Laugh At Her, Shaking His Head. He's Never Met A Woman So Unwilling To Admit Her Feelings

JESSICA CHASTAIN. ELLE Spain Magazine.

her eyes are blown wide at what he's asking of her, pausing in disbelief as though the words he utters next would disregard his previous statement. cora's gaze falls down on the bear on the floor, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she giggles behind it. "you really want me to do that for you?" she questions, arousal building between her thighs at the thought of doing something so lewd, so perverted. gaze flicking from the bear back to him, she walks slowly towards the bear, sinking down until it's settled between her thighs. "what do you want to see me do next, daddy?"

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"i didn't stutter," said tomas with a chuckle. he knew that there were times he could be a downright bastard. the idea had popped in his head the second she had pointed out the large stuffed bunny. the carnival hadn't even been his idea but he felt bad. it had been weeks since he had taken her on a proper date. work had been a lot so he wanted to make it up to her. though he could see the look of pure bewilderment at what he had told her to do. they were back at his place and he had set it on the floor. he was perched on the couch with a beer in his grasp," straddle it for me sweetheart, be a good girl."

"and i think you're scared." she counters, unwelcome hurt trickling through her at his reaction. "is it really so bad that i kissed you?"

" i think you're confused. " he was far from the perfect guy you should get feelings involved with. " that's what i think. "

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there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.

setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )

status ; open to anyone!

She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.

there's almost a part of her that wants to ask him to just wait. wait for her to get this out of her system, wait for her to be able to give him back the love he was offering her on a silver platter. it's a stark reminder of the age difference between them, that maybe if they were just at the same point in their lives then this wouldn't even a conversation. "maybe i am. i just don't know, benny. i have to figure that out for myself." she shrugs, heart fluttering in her chest at the feel of his lips pressing into her palm. relief spreads through her at the knowledge that they would share a bed together at the very least. "and what about a kiss?" viv asks, thumb still softly stroking his cheek. "that's not sexual. it'd just be because i miss you, and you miss me."

Although he long preferred being on his own for so long, Viviana had come along and changed that mindset for him. Ironically she had no interest in being involved in a serious relationship. The only comforting fact was that it wasn't anything to do with him. Even if her reasoning was irritating. "And who says you can't do that with me? Maybe you're also missing out on being romanticized and smitten while also getting the best fucks of your life." He replied not caring how much he was teasing her right now with the romantic ideal. With a sigh he pressed his cheek into her palm more kissing it as he nodded his head. "Of course I'll share my bed with you. That wasn't an option either. You're just not getting my cock. Or anything else sexual."

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they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

he snorts at that, shaking his head in amusement that that's where her mind goes. "i just don't sleep with a shirt on is all. if it makes you uncomfortable though, i'm willing to suffer for you." it was unnerving how much he was willing to do for her in such a short amount of time. he'd not felt quite this strongly for another woman since his wife died, leaving that gaping hole in his heart. he's not so sure wen it started mending. he listens as she explains, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and gazing into her eyes as he nods his head once. "okay." he says it simply, sincerely. "i can give you time. a chance with you is worth it to me. i'm just sorry i put you in this position in the first place." he pulls back the covers on his side of the bed, sliding beneath them before settling on his back.

Just as she hangs up the phone she notices him already getting undressed which makes her laugh for some reason as she moves to lay in the bed. "If you think getting undressed in front of me is going to seduce me you're so wrong," she grins thinking of how she could torture him though during this trip. With a sigh she props herself on an elbow watching him. "Oh you wanted to get to know me for more than how to use my gallery as a front for illegal arms deals?" She laughs again shaking her head remembering everything that happened that first night between them. How naive she felt when she realized why he was actually in her gallery that night. "I'm not hiding behind anything by the way. If I really wanted to fuck with you I'd sleep naked. Tomas, it's just really hard for me to move past it. The last guy who wanted to get to know me ended up being a mistake too. I guess, I just need time? If you really want me as bad as you say you do then you'll be patient with me. I don't know what else to tell you."