"Whoa now!" Dev beams at Parker as he uses her momentum to swing her up into his arms, so that he actually is carrying her. "You look...positively glowing." he pauses, eyes sparkling, a teasingly suspicious look on his face, "I...kinda expected you to be a bit less...energetic. Did Jo work his healing magic on you?" then without even waiting, "I should have known, can't leave the two of you alone for a minute!" Maybe he was trying to say that with a straight face, if so, it failed miserably, cause his adoring smile doesn't leave, even for an instant.
He smiles when she looks in his direction, pure rogeish charm in the crooked smile, dusky skin, and brilliant white smile. "mornin' beautiful."
She kisses Dev's suspicious look away. Lots and lots of little tickling kisses as he carries her, well, wherever he wishes.
Dev turns with Parker in his arms laughing at her little kisses so that he is only able to return about a third of them in kind. He does not take her anywhere, he does not put her down, he draws up and away for an instant getting the laughter out of his system. Then his face bends over her, his nose nearly touching hers. "You are lovely. You feel wonderful in my arms and I want you more than ever." He smiles into her shining face. He looks around, "Perhaps though, I should lay you down on this table for a minute while I make our bed?"
Her hand covers her mouth in amazement. She doesn't even dream in color anymore. and when she dreams of things more than a short distance away from her, it is fields of stars and creatures beyond reckoning.
"Who... are you? Where... Are we?" She asks very quietly. She meets his eyes.
Dev turns with Parker in his arms laughing at her little kisses so that he is only able to return about a third of them in kind. He does not take her anywhere, he does not put her down, he draws up and away for an instant getting the laughter out of his system. Then his face bends over her, his nose nearly touching hers. "You are lovely. You feel wonderful in my arms and I want you more than ever." He smiles into her shining face. He looks around, "Perhaps though, I should lay you down on this table for a minute while I make our bed?"
Perhaps you should let Jo make the bed. He's the civilized one." She teases between a few more kisses.
"Well, you do seem to be going out of your way to distract me," he teases back. "Could it be that you're so lacking in confidence of my bed-making abilities?" Dev kisses her forehead, allowing an eye to stray up towards Jo, to see if he would mind taking care of said bed, however.
Joe waves at the two lovers making out on the table. A loud snap as he unfurls the count's clean sheets on the wagon's bed.
"Well, you do seem to be going out of your way to distract me," he teases back. "Could it be that you're so lacking in confidence of my bed-making abilities?" Dev kisses her forehead, allowing an eye to stray up towards Jo, to see if he would mind taking care of said bed, however.
"Well, if you'd rather make the bed than kiss me..." She gives him her cutest evil eye.
His mouth finds her breast, working around it in a lazy spiral until he gets to the prize at the center, saliva lubricates an otherwise fairly rough tongue, coaxing and sucking until she is about as hard as she can be. His mouth opens just enough for the words to get out as he glances sidelong up into her face, "Don't know...does this count as kissing?"
Kissing only counts on the lips. She barely manages to say. Her breath coming in pleasured gasps.
"Oh, is that so?" Parker's words have apparently caused a change in tactics on Dev's part. Both hands come up beneath her bottom, lifting her back onto the table, the belt of her robe completely undone. Dev restarts from where he left off, kissing down her torso, leaving a little wet trail as he goes, exploring her belly button with his tongue, going lower still...until he is kissing her lips. Her lower lips. "So. Kisses only count here, is that it?" his voice is slightly muffled.
The table is a really very convenient height. She squirms when he teases her bellybutton, she really is ticklish there. Then he moves lower. Parker's hips move, pelvis undulating, her mouth in a silent happy 'o'. Her eyes open, she not sure when they closed, and she looks down the lenght of her body at Dev and his kisses. Her lashes frame her eyes as she blinks slowly. "Not... only... there." He can taste her growing moist, her flavor heady, like nectar. Her hands trapped behind her, she cannot run her fingers through his hair, so she strains, ever so rebelliously, against her bonds.
She gasps. Gentle moans. And then as he moves lower and lower and finds several ticklish spots, she squirms again. Her voice clear as a bell, soft laughter. She looks at him with both love and mischief in her eyes. She cannot quite escape the robe shes caught up in, but shes getting close... and then what will he do?
Dev's tongue flicks in and out, taking a bit less time on the way back up, possibly because he actually is keeping tabs on her progress.
Again reaching the point where her legs meet, he pauses briefly, "I think we seem to have a bit of a leak here." His tongue reaches out long and deep and low and wet, before contacting skin then slowly moving upwards, lapping up the moisture slowly exuding there, but not leaving her soft flesh any less slick. His eyes search upwards for hers, flick briefly over to Jo, "Are we going to need to find something to fill this up?"
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer"
"I" bending at his waist in a mockery of a formal bow, "Am Vitor." His voice has the same musical quality as her own, but in a deep tenor and is almost hypnotic to listen to. "And, Miss Katherine Andrea Parker," her name said with the absolutely proper inflections but with an accent very different from her own, "We are in the only place where I am."
Parker's dress is blue, the cornflower blue that her blue eye would be if it wasn't obscured. It's a summer dress and doesn't require a corset. Fitted, yet flowy, it has short cap sleeves, an interesting square neck line, and its length is just under her knees.
There is something of wonder in her voice. "Vitor." She says his name softly. Each word tinged with amazement. "There... there's an ocean, and trees, and... the sky... it's ...blue. Is... it always this blue?"
She doesn't really understand what is happening. Is this a dream? But it's so real. It cannot be a dream. But there is color everywhere. And she can see so far... She can see everything.
She turns back to Vitor once she notices that her gaze has wandered the horizon. Vitor His name is upon her lips, but she does not say it again. She is too overwhelmed.
"If you can't figure that out, I will be pleased to help Kitty in any way she needs." Joe's voice soft, but sure.
Dev smirks. His attention completely focused now on the amazing woman in front of him.
Parker's arms work free and she puts her hands on each side of Dev's head, pulls him up towards her. She looks at Dev, then at Jo. Her eyes travel back to the man immediately in front of her. Passion clear in her gaze.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer"
Dev's stares lovingly into Parker's eyes. His hand comes up to her face, touches it in a soft and loving caress. His fingertips travel from her cheek to her neck, across her collarbone and circle her breast before fluttering across her stomach, then down lower, expertly massaging her outer lips, exciting her even more opening her, pausing just enough to heighten tension, then slowly, surely, firmly penetrating her down to the hilt. His eyes never leave hers.
He smiles at her reaction. For a time he holds his position, lips parting to return the passion in her kiss. His strokes are long and rhythmic, the tip of his shaft coming all the way to the point where it is just barely "kissing her lips" before burying itself all the way into her again.
Eventually, almost reluctantly, he withdraws from her kiss. His hands bring her legs up, her ankles past his shoulders, he leans forward, allowing him to reach deeper into her while giving free reign for his hands to roam over her ears, neck, bare torso and breasts. Her robe has completely fallen away fully exposing her naked body.
He moves her easily, able to enter her fully as he buries his shaft deeply within her. His roaming hands feeling her soft skin and supple body. He can feel a tension begin as she starts to build towards climax. She represses a moan, trying remain silent, and he might notice that the small windows are cracked open for air and her cries would be audible outside the well insulated wagon.
One hand is tangled in his hair while her other hand runs over his chest, finding his heartbeat.
His hand covers hers, his pace does not quicken.
Perception:
It's likely he's noticed the windows, but apparently he doesn't care. Perhaps the coolness they provide for her is more important to him. Or perhaps he thinks they provide an element of excitement. Can she remain silent?
He places her legs together both over his left shoulder, holding them and providing leverage with his left while his right hand fondles her exposed left breast, coaxing her nipple to extra firmness, her right moving in rhythm with his bodies actions.
He looks up at the sky, leaning back onto forearms. "Not always. Sometimes she clouds with storm and lightning. The seas grow rough and threaten to drown the land." He looks over at her the lazy smile still on his lips, despite the dark tone with which he described the possible darkening of the world. "But today it is beautiful..." His eyes move over her curves, "As are you, but I suspect you are well aware of your own beauty." A pause, a beat, and then quiet, "The best ones always do."
He looks away from her, back at the sky. Breathing for a while, letting her regain her sense of whelm. In a bit, "There is food, if you want it..." dark humor in his tone, "just remember what is said about food in strange worlds."
Her legs, held together are turned to her right, now pinned against the table. Parker can feel the pressure, the focus of his hardness rubbing and pushing against somewhere entirely different then ever before.
A pause. How is it you have come to be named after my gypsy wagon? She watches him, the color of his eyes fascinating. "and... how did I end up in the only place that you exist? I am relatively certain that I did not go to sleep alone... yet here I am, waking upnwith an entirely different man than the two I went to bed with. Where are they?" Her tone is not rude, mostly just curious and a little worried.
He moves her legs to the side, flashes of her perfectly round firm bottom revealed to the two men in the room as Dev thrusts in and out. Shes flexible enough that her back stays flat against the table even as Dev pins her legs down. She notices him enjoying her touch herself, and as she is enjoying it as well, she continues until her breath comes in sharp gasps and her hand becomes necessary to utilize to stifle her cries lets someone hear. He is driving her to the point when she thinks she might go insane with the pleasure. But he is denying her release, and so the sensations build higher and higher. She whimpers with need, her eyes on him, pleading for him to take her over the edge, so that they might fall, together.
Her whimpers, her eyes tug at him. He wants to give her what she wants. He also wants to keep that feeling going for her for a long, long time..or at least longer than it has been. But seeing her passion, her perfect curves, feeling what she is doing to him, is making it very difficult. "Not yet, Kitten." he leans forward purring into her ear, "I want to give you pleasure, not just a quick release of my own desires."
Dev switches positions to break the rhythm, pulling her back from the edge just a touch, or so he hopes. He guides her arm over so she turns to face the table, breasts contacting the hard, cool, wood. She is facing Jo now, not Dev, at least temporarily as he continues to thrust, not urgently, but with long, slow strokes from behind. He never completely withdraws as he maneuvers her from one position to the next.
One hand presses lightly on the small triangle in her back right above and between the curves of her buttocks. The other has withdrawn, and suddenly returns with a stinging "smack". It does not actually hurt, much anyway, but it is perhaps surprising.
He turns away, examining the far off sky, his shoulders squaring a bit, "Nor am I named for a simple contrivance of wood and steel. And you are here because you interest me and I wish it. Your bed warmers do not and were not invited." His tone warm for her and dismissive of the 'other men'.
He looks over at her, "Mostly I just wanted to meet you, hear your voice for myself."
A nearly inaudible squeak as he spans her. Parker pelvis muscles contract, squeezing Dev's hard member, pulling him in deeper. Her eyes wide with surprise, both men get the distinct impression that she really enjoyed that. Also, that she had no idea that could be enjoyable. After a moment her muscles relax as she submits to Dev. She presses her lips together as she sees Jo watching her.
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He looks back at the bright clear sky, leaving almost loss when his gaze is removed. "But, for now, I'd rather hear about you, lovely lady."
Dev pulls her back slightly. Her hands still can grasp the table, but her perfectly formed, firm breasts swing free, back and forth, as his thrusts again fall into a regular, rhythmic pattern. He continues, slowly and surely, taking her inexorably towards ecstasy.
His thrusts slowly begin to increase in speed and impact, but shift slightly in direction.
"So... how, pray tell, did you end up as a contrivance of wood and steel?" She asks. An eyebrow raises with the question.
"Because really, that must be a much more interesting story than mine. After all, I'm perfectly boring."
Her hands find purchase on the edge of the table and hold on tight. She opens her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. Dev's thrusts increase in speed and impact and the growing ecstasy of that increase in pace and pressure evident in her expression, in her body's small movements, in her muscles little spasms as she builds higher and higher towards release. He plunges into her hot moist depths, and she cannot stop herself, the orgasm comes fast and hard, pulsing around his shaft. Her eyes close, though her pressed lips, a soft prolonged cry can still be heard, just audible enough for both men to hear, and quite possibly for a bit of that sound to travel outside through the open window.
"On the contrary. Gifts should be given with no expectation of recompense. That is why they are gifts. Otherwise, I'd be paying you a bribe. If you wish a bribe, you should call it that. I prefer... honesty." A slightly evil smile. "Contrivance was your word, I merely, borrowed it." She looks mischievous, like she might stick her tongue out at him.
As she comes, his hands find purchase on the soft flesh of her upper torso, holding on firmly, pinching the hardened cylinders found thereon. She spasms and pulses around his shaft. He pulls her up and fully settled onto him. Spreading her legs slightly around his, widening his stance enough to easily support her weight...which causes her to sink down even farther. She cries out, his shaft pulses involuntarily and a spasm of his own races through him. His hands come up off her breasts to her shoulders, fully displaying her sensual, slender, dancers body to her audience. Her spasms begin to lessen and his hands move to her torso, under her arms, his forearms supporting some of her sleight weight there as well. He begins to pump into her again from below, long strokes again at a measured pace, but letting her weight push her body down upon him as he thrusts into her, making the nadir of each stroke somewhat more jarring. Her hot moist depths surrounding him, her beautiful back arched in front of him, his desire does not falter. His right arm slides across her torso and under her breasts, his left sinks down between her legs, rough fingers finding her aroused clitoris, stimulating it further. As he continues to rock her from beneath. "How far do you want to go Kitten? Do you want more?" he begins to nibble on her ear.
Dev honors her request. His thrusts continue at an increased pace and intensity and he will maintain this position, left hand continuing to pay special attention to this most sensitive of areas until she is virtually writhing in pleasure.
Eventually he pauses for an instant to give her a chance to recover and experience the sensations coursing through her body...and again shift positions, perspiration begins to bead from his exertion, but his passion, his need for her is too much.
Taking advantage of the incredible limberness of her body, and in this case her supple, long dancers legs, he places her left straight up so her heel passes his left ear, his right hand supports her under her right arm, his left at her waist. His hands, no longer able to pay special attention to her sensitive erogenous zones instead use their positioning to help manipulate her body into him. "gods kitten, you make me feel like I'm in heaven. he whispers in her ear, taking the opportunity to latch onto it with his lips and explore it with his tongue as well.
Dev seems to be completely uncaring about whether or not others may hear, if he even thinks about it. He can feel her mounting desire. He responds to a sudden urge to be deeper within her. His right arm threads the needle to the inside of her leg and back around her torso again, so she is fully facing him, allowing her to completely bottom out on his long, hard, thick member. Another pulse runs through him, he shivers as she seems to offer him the perfect fit. Her interior control and texture bringing him to heights he has not known before her. Parker's supple, shapely legs winding around his back give her perchance to move, reposition or squeeze herself into him as she wishes. He briefly attacks her neck with abandon, lips and tongue pressing flesh hungrily before movement makes it nearly impossible for him to continue there. He draws back, his eyes revealing the depth of the emotion he is feeling for her at this moment, even more than always. His breathing has become deeper, slightly labored, muscles taught and beginning to develop a sheen from his exertion. He has wanted to draw this out for her...to make her experience as long and pleasurable as possible, but he wants her too much. His willpower is failing. Dev is building towards climax whether he wants to or not.
His smiles is old for a moment, "It is only with family and those that you love that gifts are given without expectation, do not forget that." His eyebrow lifts, "And we don't know each other that well yet."
She comes. He feels her climax around him, against him. He can hold back no longer. Every muscle in Dev's body seems to spasm at the same time. He can feel his essence shoot into her. She trembles against him. He somehow manages to keep his feet, hugging her to his body. Still reveling in how she feels against him. His chest swells with long, deep breaths, sucking in air, but already beginning too slow, recovering quickly. He continues to hold her to him, whispering into her hair, "You are fantastic, Kitten. The most beautiful, sensual, wonderful creature I have ever known." he pauses gulping another long but slowing breath, "Thank you so much for coming into my life." he hugs her a little tighter, kissing her again on her exposed neck.
She grins. "But you'd like to."
Shrugs. "Maybe commerce is built on bribes where you come from, but I don't work way. You asked me over. In fact, you rather insisted. So... if my unwitting presence isn't enough for you to enlighten me a bit about who you are - without demanding recompense, then just show me the way home." He tone and expression is level.