A/N:  NSFW

The world turned right side up again as Hobi sat me carefully down on my own two feet at the foot of the bed. As I stared up into the heated expression swimming in his dark eyes I felt any inhibitions or reservations I had starting to melt away, not that I had many in the moment. The only one I had briefly considered for a minute or two was my concern about the sweat currently clinging to our clothes and skin. Now it no longer mattered. Because now I was considering the fact that we would be sweating even more as he took me in the most carnal of ways.

My mind conjured up the memory of how he said he would take me. How he said he would thrust into me hard and there would be no question in the house what the two of us would be up to. The bed frame rocking against my wall with every pump of his hips, and the way my moans would come unbidden from my throat. The way he would encourage me to let myself be vocal, to be unrestrained.

Hobi nuzzled his nose down the bridge of mine, and as if he gained the ability to read my thoughts, he commented something regarding that memory. "I know what I said, Petal. And I do still want to take you hard. I want to fuck you deep." The way he punctuated the coarse language with heavily pronounced inflection made more heat curl within me. "But, not this time. Not after the debacle that was that shit show." He had been referring to the night at the club a lot, and I automatically knew without him telling me that was what he was referring to that night again now. "I need to show you with each touch, with each soft caress, each nipping kiss, and yes each carnal thrust simply how much I not only worship and adore you. But how much I love you."

I lean up and whisper softly against his lips. "As long as you promise to show me the more carnal side of you in the near future."

The way he says his next words come out sound like the combination of a primal growl or the purr of a large feral cat. "In the very near future. Yes, I promise to do exactly that." He takes the bucket hat off my head and drops it to the floor. I make sure to momentarily sear its location in my mind since it's not my hat to begin with. Without a care regarding the state of my curls he cards his fingers through my hair, tucking strands behind my ears with endearing affection. "But, for now. Let's get you out of these sweat soaked clothes."

"Mmm. Yes, yours too. Let's let our bodies breathe." I nearly snicker at my own tacky words but then the fingers that were in my hair are brushing down the column of my throat. He leaves his right hand there as if to gently cup and support me as the fingers of his left hand are tracing over the fabric of my top. He starts at the shoulder and gently trails the pad of his fingers lightly across the slopes of my upper chest. His touch lightly lingering over the upper swell of my breast. He rests it there only gingerly sweeping the pads of his fingers over that spot over and over again before he reciprocates the action with his other hand. Then he is trailing over the peak of my breasts, heightening the hardened buds to an even more swollen state than they had already been. His eyes zero in on their distended shape, and he hums in appreciation before his fingers continue to pad down my body to where the knot ties the scrap of fabric together.

He groans in frustration as he unwraps the garment from my body. "Remind me to never let you dress up as a mummy for Halloween."

I chuckle lightly. "But if I dressed as a lady from the Renaissance then you would have to deal with a corset."

He pauses what he is doing, tilting his head briefly in consideration the way he does, and I am surprised to see his pupils grow bigger with a new shock of desire infiltrating his body. "I would definitely find a way to work around a corset." He finally manages to get the strappy top unraveled and his eyes immediately latch onto my cleavage. His fingers trailing over the curvy flesh not quite contained by my silk and lace bra that was nearly the same shade as the top now littering the floor. "Mmm. You just gave me more daydream fodder, Petal. I am already imagining these peach tinted ivory breasts barely contained and overflowing in the skin tight garment. Yes, I am definitely cursed with a vivid imagination."

"Then perhaps sometime in the future I will have to play up to that. That is if you play your cards right. But, right now? I need you to pull yourself out of that daydream and focus on the here and now." I insist.

"I think I can accommodate that request." He reaches around to my back and skillfully unclasps the hooks from the eye closures of my bra loosening the tight fabric so now it is hanging limply on my frame. His hands trail up to the straps to assist gravity, helping to pool the silk and lace garment at my feet. I don't know where it comes from but the moment my breasts are bared a chilly breeze ripples over my bare skin making the already tightened flesh become ever more rigid due to the cool air gliding directly over them. Those sensations make my core tighten further in anticipation.

I quickly assist Hobi to discard the sleeveless top from his body. My eyes trail over his honey kissed colored skin and I bite my lip to keep myself from leaning over and taking a bite of him. Not that I think he would mind a nibble or two, but I find the drive to finish undressing a lot more imperative at that moment.

Hobi doesn't quite seem to be of the same mindset however. His large hands cup each of my breasts. "I've said it once I will say it again. I love how soft you are, Petal." Then he leans down and takes my lips with his own. His feet shuffle closer so that we are pressed tighter together, but not so tight that he can't continue his administrations to my breasts with his talented fingers. I practically whimper in his mouth when his left hand plucks the nipple of my right breast with his thumb and forefinger. This action has him taking advantage of how I had widened my mouth in an attempt to let the sound free. He flicks his tongue against my own in a smooth pattern that he begins to mimic with his hips.

His left hand, that had been applying delicious pressure to my nipple, trails down to my waist. His right hand, that had simply been cupping me in his hand, begins to apply the same exquisite torture as the opposite breast had just received. I nearly whimper again but this time I pull away to catch my breath. My eyes are shuttered but still I look up into Hobi's gaze.

He kisses the bridge of my nose before I feel the fingers of his left hand gliding softly on the inside of my waistband. He shifts slightly to begin applying heated nipping kisses down the column of my throat. He doesn't stop his southern trajectory of soft kisses and teasing bites until he reaches my breasts. He takes the abandoned nipple, trailing the sinister tip of his tongue over it, while continuing to pay homage to the other breast with his right hand.

I don't realize I canted my head backward until Hobi pulls away for a moment to say. "Look at me, Petal. Watch me as I make you feel good." Wet warmth pulses from me with his heated demands, and of course I can't deny his request. I watch him as he sucks the pink tightened flesh into his mouth. I feel his teeth lightly glide over the flesh before he once again teases it with his tongue. He releases and catches my gaze before applying the same exquisite administrations that he had the previous.

I start to grow weak in the knees, and he must feel them try to buckle because he supports me by grasping both sides of my waist with his hands. He also abandons my breasts at this point and looks down at my stomach. He teases the flesh above my belly button with his mouth while I feel him begin to trail his fingers across the waistband and meet in the middle to attend to the button and zipper of my pants. Once I feel the fabric peel apart he starts shifting them over my hips. He curses when they get stuck on my ankles, which has me realizing the weight on my feet. I chuckle as he struggles since we both seemed to have forgotten the sneakers I am currently wearing.

"Next time those come off first." Hobi grumbles in annoyance. Which quickly fades when he trails over the rose pink colored panties I am wearing. "Damn, you are exquisite." He climbs back up my body and takes my lips with his again.

I trail my hands down the bare planes of his back. When I get to his waistband I trail them around to the front and work on his own button and zipper. Since he is wearing shorts I don't have the same difficulty with the garment getting stuck on his ankles, but once he feels the shorts there he pulls away to take off his cumbersome sneakers himself.

He guides me to the bed. Assisting me to be in the center and flat on my back. Unsurprisingly the mattress of the large bed is super soft and conforms perfectly to my weight, to my body. As he once again trails his eyes over me I find myself reciprocating and doing the same. The sight and reminder of his size tenting his boxer briefs has me rubbing the inside of my thighs together in some kind of attempt quench or tie off the need thrumming in my body.

Hobi leans in and hovers over my body. "Now my biggest problem is trying to figure out what I want to do first. Because I don't think I want you to leave this bed until you have had at least three orgasms. I just am not sure how to administer the first one." He pauses for a second. "Maybe I should try to get you to cum on my fingers again. I wonder if you can take three this time around. Hmm. Yes, I am definitely curious to find out."

I realize he is mostly thinking out loud, but even his pensive self communication has my body tightening and pulsing with need. Not to mention how fascinated I have been with his fingers for so long. That fascination turned practically pornographic after the first time he tested those skillful digits inside of me.

Even though he talked through his next course of action he chooses to take the long way about it. Once again paying homage to my breasts, as if they had been neglected since he had last spent time appreciating them only a few minutes ago. When he travels further down my body and comes to my belly button he nips his teeth gently and tongues the dimpled flesh. The action sends shivers coursing through me. He grins up at me as if he had just won some kind of a prize, and I suppose in his head he probably felt he had.

He peels the panties down my thighs, over my calves, and off my ankles. Once they are in his hand I watch as he lifts them to his nose. I'm sure he smells a mixed perfume of my sweat from our dancing and the stronger tones of liquid need and desire. He discards them and encourages me to shift my lower body so he can cradle himself between my legs. His eyes trace over every scant inch he just bared before him. His fingers follow over the same path. They tease over the dew covered hairs low on my pelvis. I tilt my hips upward in a silent request for him to touch me. He only grins and shifts them away teasing over my inner thighs instead. "Please Hobi."

"Please what, Petal?"

"Please touch me."

For a second he gets a devious look on his face, and I fear he is going to say something like the fact that he is touching me. But instead his fingers of his right hand came back to the trimmed tuft of hair on my pelvis. He encourages me to widen my thighs and doesn't hesitate to softly parts my folds. "I knew you were drenched, Petal. Just from the state of your panties." He traces a talented digit through my folds before he begins to slot it inside of me. I make a whimper groan sound as he enters me in this way. He pumps me like this for a few moments, pulling away to only come back with two fingers this time. As he pumps this time I start to feel that growing exquisite tortuous sensation that I desire. "Oh yes, you are close Petal. I can feel you quivering around my fingers." He pulls them out for a brief moment. Kisses me softly on the forehead. "Let's try three again shall we."

It's no surprise how stretched I feel when he pumps those three fingers inside me, and sure at first there is some discomfort but only due to the stretch and my body adjusting. I don't count the times he thrusts in me before I feel the sensations building up again, and I'm thankful that this time he doesn't pull away. This time he lets me fly over that crest. When I come down I turn my head to watch him as he shifts back and pulls his boxers off. He slides his hand up and down his long length, and I nearly let loose a long feral groan at the sight.

"Damn that was beautiful, Petal. But how should we coax the second orgasm from your body. Hm?" I watch as he ponders over his own question. I know it's rhetorical. He doesn't expect an answer. He is only verbally setting up the next technique he plans to lovingly apply to my body. When his tongue darks out of his mouth and he licks his lips I am pretty sure he settled on the perfect idea.

He shifts against me and kisses down my abdomen before he breathes in deep against my core. He parts my folds with his fingers and skillfully flicks the tip of his tongue directly over my clit. He begins a rapid pattern that has me thrumming with need. As if he thinks the way he toys with me like this might not be enough he once again inserts a couple digits inside me. I'm pulsing with needful quivers and vibrations in no time. That crest once again within reach. But instead of letting me fly away with the sensation he pulls away and sits back on his haunches. I watch him stroke up and down his long length again. "Nope, the next time you come, Petal is going to be on my cock." He announces. The problem with his declaration is the fact that even stating his plans that way nearly had me coming undone at just his words. I'm almost shocked when he throws one of my legs over his forearm. "I want to feel you deep, Petal. But, as I said. This time I won't drive into you fast. This time we are taking it slow."

I relax as I feel the velvet touch of his skin against me. I sigh in rapturous amazement when he begins to push into me. I look down between us as I feel full and realize he still has a few inches before he is seated fully within me. He pants and his skillful fingers toy with my clit as he works himself further inside me. The first thrust after he is fully seated has me already coming apart at the seams, and I hear Hobi grunt above me. "Damn, Petal, I didn't expect that so soon." He takes some slow quick breaths before he starts moving once again.

I feel like a limp noodle already weakened by the two orgasms that have already been lovingly coaxed out of my body. But still he commands me with each slow deep thrust inside of me. When I hear him make this deep groaning hum noise something inside me pulses and reawakens. "I'm close, Petal. Really. Fucking. Close."

Him saying that stirs me even more. "I think I am too."

"Good." He reaches between our bodies and toys with my clit. Every time he pulls out he rubs at me and after a few thrusts I cry out as my orgasm takes me by surprise. The way I tighten around him has his orgasm hitting him too. "Fuck." He grunts out before relaxing against me for a moment or two. When he pulls out he immediately collapses beside me. "Nope, not a single damn daydream came close to how good this moment was."

I find myself grinning, and despite how winded I am I still manage to respond. "Well, I'm glad I exceeded your expectations."

We lay there for a few moments panting deep breaths in and out. "So about that promise to take you hard and fast in the near future..." I turn to arch an eyebrow at him. "How about we make that happen tonight?"

I turn to my side to look at him with a smirk. He mirrors both my position and facial expression. "I think that can be arranged."

"And I would really love to see that red scrap of cloth actually on your body instead of in a suitcase, your dresser, or in my hands." He ponders. "Although in my hands... That could happen again I suppose, but only after I take it off."

I chuckle. "I promise to wear the red chemise for you tonight, Hobi." Surprising me out of our moment my stomach suddenly growls. My cheeks blush in embarrassment.

He laughs at me. "Now I think it might be time for you to take a shower while I start something for supper."

I nod. Get up and frown at my clothing on the floor. "I hate to put those back on after my shower."

"Then don't." Hobi shrugs.

I fold my arms over my chest. "And what do you think I should wear instead then?"

He chuckles at my expression. "You can wear something of mine that I left here. It will be baggy sure, but it is definitely better than putting on sweaty clothing." He picks up my panties. "Although you probably don't want to put these back on with how soaked they are." He grins slyly at me as if challenging me to take the bait.

"I guess that means I am going to be going commando." I shrug and strut away from him down the stairs. I can feel him gawking at my bare ass, and while it does have me blushing I let it also fill me with a sense of feminine satisfaction.