Everything leading up to the dinner was going according to plan. Selphie sported her dress that flattered her body. She placed her hair in a simplistic messy bun with a gold hair comb at the front of her bun to accentuate it, coupling that with a bold red lipstick and modest gold studs. His fiancée preferred a classic approach in how she dressed. He wore a navy-blue tuxedo and as usual, Selphie helped him secure his tie since he was still clumsy with it.
He realized that the scent of Selphie's magnolia perfume and playful flirtatious nature made it difficult to focus. Squall was a man of his word. They were going to dinner, then afterward, Selphie would get whatever she wanted.
He was a fool in thinking he would make it through dinner unscathed.
The appetizers hadn't arrived yet and what started as an innocent discussion about the Autumn Festival, turned into her bare foot massaging the bulge in his trousers. He felt tiny appendages clenching and unclenching his bulge underneath the table. His eyes widened in shock, and before he could get any syllables out, the waiter returned with their Southern Esthar-styled shrimp and chips.
Selphie had a penchant for spicy food, which was why she turned up the heat by pressing her sole firmly on him as the waiter asked for a refill of her tea. Selphie knew how to push Squall's buttons, the animalistic ones that only she got to enjoy the full attention of.
Reaching over to try a piece of shrimp, she knew taking a bite would draw full attention to her lips. This minx... "Mmm, these are so good~ you should try some!" She said enthusiastically, knowing full well the heated cerulean gaze was purely for the auburn-haired woman across the table. Squall made a point to drink his water before he did anything else.
He enjoyed spices in his food, due to his upbringing in Balamb, however, this level of "spice" that Selphie brought to the dinner table was new. Risky, but new.
As he ate the shrimp, he tried to force his mind to focus on the flavors, but the mischievous slow up and down motions the woman was doing were ruining his sense of concentration. He grunted as an excuse to take another sip of water; he knows that the burning warmth on his cheeks wasn't at all from the food. "Selphie..." He warned in a low guttural tone.
"What? You don't like the food?" She teased, pressing the ball of her foot against the defined outline of his pants, causing a strained look to present on the lion's face.
Choosing his next words wisely, he rasped, "There are better things to eat."
A small victory for him as Selphie gasped, which turned into soft giggles as a blush bloomed on her face. The sultry look in her enchanting eyes didn't change, even when she brought another piece of shrimp to her lips and had the nerve to suckle on it. By doing so, she effectively removing all the spices off the morsel and winked at Squall from across the table in doing so. Oh, she was in trouble.
"I have something you can eat." She winked and Squall did everything he could to not choke while eating. If it wasn't for the waiter returning with their entrées and his glass of water being full, he wasn't sure how he would have survived that.
Squall tried to focus on his steak, but his cunning fiancée wanted him to know no peace.
Selphie was happy as a Balamb clam. Eating her pasta, moaning softly at the taste while knowing her devious plan to arouse her lover was effective. As she chewed, her foot went hard at work. Squall kept his head down; propped up in his hand, eyes closed, and panting softly.
This shouldn't be turning me on, he thought to himself. But here he was. In a prestigious restaurant with his medium-well steak getting cold, sporting a chub underneath the table that Selphie intended to rub to being as al dente as her pasta.
He hated being there and Selphie did it on purpose. Squall's vixen of a future wife wanted to end dinner early and he was going to cave with her in that regard.
When the waiter stopped by, he immediately asked for the check. Selphie chimed in asking for take-home boxes, and an extra serving of the shrimp and chips to-go as well. When the waiter walked away, Squall directed his heated scowl towards her. The daring woman knew full well that her asking for another round of that appetizer meant another ten or fifteen minutes waiting for it.
"I didn't think you wanted to go home so soon~" She teased. Somehow, which he couldn't grasp how at first, she managed to pull the zipper down. Once the realization hit him, he was in trouble when the lone foot now became two. Underneath the table, he was at his hardest and he couldn't even articulate why.
His originally trained breathing was faltering into disjointed gasps. This allowed a low groan to release, pinching his brows, and closed his eyes. This... strange combination of high risk and temptation was something Squall himself never thought he'd enjoy. All the more reason for them to leave before he embarrassed himself.
Running fingers through his hair and loosening his tie allowed for him the ability to breathe easier. He needed to remember what it felt like to breathe again, even if it was brief.
"Selphie... Please, stop." He released a restricted moan. Boundaries and consent were key in their functional relationship. As soon as the lion told her to stop, she retracted her feet and smiled. Those that actually believed Selphie was innocent were nothing but fools; himself included. Granted, Squall did not want to delve into how they were wrong since that would involve Selphie showcasing a side only private for his viewing pleasure.
Unfortunately, he didn't say behave, because the way her tongue was playing with the last shrimp from the appetizer plate caused him to grip the festive cloth the table was covered in.
Turning his head, he noticed that the waiter was returning with the bill, he adjusted himself and zipped his fly before the hospitality worker set it down on the table. He disclosed that their appetizer will be out in five minutes, and asked if they wanted the chips served separately? The only separate Squall could think of was his clothes off his body.
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Selphie had the same idea.
When they returned to the hotel and took the elevator to their room, the couple couldn't keep their hands off of each other. They were kissing ravenously as it was amorous. Squall's lips and neck were stained red from Selphie's lipstick smearing everywhere. Selphie's ferocity and impatience showed as she ripped open Squall's dress shirt, effectively popping some buttons off. Without a second thought, she roved her hands all over his strong physique.
They couldn't reach their hotel room fast enough. Once the elevator dinged for their floor, the lion hoisted his prey into his arms bridal style and set out towards their suite. It benefitted to have a partner that had the foresight as she had the keycard in hand. When the door flew up, all that the couple had on their minds was passion.
One could not tell who the aggressor was; Squall unzipped the back of Selphie's dress while Selphie unbuttoned and unzipped Squall's trousers, messily yanking them down along with a portion of his boxers. Squall discarded the blazer and dress shirt as it pooled in a corner near the entryway. All the while shaking both of his legs out of the pooling trousers and boxers and kicking them aggressively into the corner. Throwing her arms around Squall's neck before wrapping her legs around Squall's waist, she wanted to fuck him right then and there. He worried about her not being prepared enough. Yet, the persistent nibbling slowly turning into biting and suckling on his neck, proceeded to cause shivers to course through his spine. He couldn't get to the bedroom fast enough. He at least wanted one of their sexual adventures to be on a bed. The rest was up to Selphie.
Setting her down on the edge of the mattress, he stepped out of his shoes and threw off his socks. Returning to the bed, he committed to memory how she looked in this moment. She wore a strapless bra dipped in crimson with the silk panties to match. Reaching down he unclasped the front of it and leaned down to capture a taut pink bud in his mouth. Suckling and dragging his tongue around the areola, soliciting a soft moan to escape past her lips. Withdrawing, he switched to the other breast, giving it the same tender treatment and leaving faint red marks.
The restless behavior became evident when she found herself grinding against him. The silk material rubbing against his arousal caused him to groan. He playfully indulged his future wife briefly, grinding against her in response. Sighing, she demanded he fuck her right now. A needy little thing, his partner is, but he knows better. He'd rather prep her and leave her teetering the brink of climax and frustration before giving in to her demands. But, alas, he gives in, pulling off her panties slowly... to build that sexual anger, that is.
Well, to be sure, he thought meticulously as he brought his fingers down to stroke Selphie's damp lips, coating his fingers with her essence before slipping them inside her. A surprise moan ripped from her throat. The inviting pressure from her lover's fingers only caused her to grind against him harder. Gradually the grinding became more frantic as he started to curl his fingers inside of her, taking his sweet time to listen to the labored breathing emitting from his partner.
"Squall, stop teasing~!" Selphie sobbed as he felt how she was quickly approaching release. The rhythmic clenching around his fingers didn't hinder his progress.
"No, consider this payback." His heated eyes trained themselves on the woman's face beneath his face, observing her becoming enthralled with pleasure.
He took his sweet time on purpose. Allowing the sounds of him fingering her nice and slow, coupled with her crescendo of moans filling the room. She grasped his forearm and shoulder before sinking her short nails into his skin. When he picked up the speed, he found her nearing the precipice and gasp sharply, squeezing his fingers.
Selphie always looked radiant while basking in her afterglow. Squall couldn't tell if he was biased or he was a simple man. The way her brows pinched together, her eyes closed tight as her face becomes flushed with color, and how she bites her lip before emitting a soft mewl between her lips.
Her body shuddered, but Selphie craved more—she had a libido that any ordinary man wouldn't be able to withstand, but he was not a weak man. She squirmed beneath him, face red and angry with him, but he wanted to do nothing but watch that frustration melt away into silent begs. Fingers still inside, he propped one of her legs over his shoulders as he angled himself properly to continue pleasing her. Amidst the pleasure, Squall thought it would be a good idea to press the flat of his palm against her clitoris, cupping her fully before he gradually built a rhythm of stroking the inside of her and her clit dangerously teasing with both hands.
He hadn't used this technique on Selphie in a while and the fervent mewls transformed into desperate moaning was all the reminder he needed.
The quaking in her thighs, the clenching and unclenching of her toes, and the way her hands couldn't find purchase on anything. She settled with them grasping the blanket beneath her, as she gasped turned into silent cries of pleasure, feeling sheer ecstasy.
The sensation proving too much as another release arrived and then subsequent ones followed, until Squall's speed, was rapid, and the friction was teetering into the realm of over-stimulation. This caused Selphie to sing at the top of her lungs. She felt her orgasm flow out from her. A little squirting never hurt; Squall certainly wasn't complaining.
Selphie tried to reclaim her breath, slowly opening her glossed-over eyes to observe Squall. The man in question withdrew his hand and was lapping at the palm of his hand and the essence on his fingers. She needed him now and she was already delirious from pleasure.
Squall wasn't ignorant to her blissful features. How her lips parted trying to reclaim her breath, her lipstick smeared lips, glazed over jade eyes that yearned for more.
From having her beneath him, fingers raking down his back in the throes of passion as her fiancé ensured he was stroking all her pleasure spots. To switching positions with Selphie on her hands and knees. Grasping the back of her disheveled auburn hair, causing her to only throw her ass back harder as she met the rhythm of his thrusts ardently. The final position wound up with the Trabian raised woman riding him, as Squall was matching her pace, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot.
Selphie leaned her body into Squall's, her voice lost from all the screams of pleasure and moans. She could barely form the words to say that she was close again. Squall disclosed raggedly that he was too. The sweat evident in their activities since the pent-up desire required a workout between the two parties. Upon feeling her walls clenched around his thick length, a few more thrusts came until Squall followed behind her with a guttural moan.
Selphie collapsed on top of him, panting alongside her fiancé. For once that evening, they reached a state of euphoric bliss that left them satisfied. When their breathing slowed and returned to normalcy, Selphie reached for Squall and pressed kisses against his lips. Carefully, she raised herself off Squall, allowing for his length to slid out of her before rolling over on her back, covering her eyes with her forearm.
Squall relished in the afterglow, with a cheesy grin on his face. Hyne, it had been a while since they had one of those romps.
"I still have a headache..." Selphie groaned. Rolling his eyes, he knew exactly why.
"I told you we should've taken a break, but you didn't want to hear that." He rolled out of bed, dimming the lights for Selphie's now sensitive eyes as he shuffled his way out of the room to retrieve a couple of bottles of water and a towel. As he returned to her, he slid the cool bottle against her damp skin. She shudders from the touch and watches as he sits the sweating bottle down and places a couple of pain pills beside her on the nightstand.
Moving her arm, her eyes adjusted to the dimmed setting. Reaching for the pain pills nearby, she knocked two back and chugged the water as well. Sighing contently, she thanked Squall for his foresight since she was overzealous in her amorous inhibitions. Squall replied with doting her in kisses before he brought the warm washcloth between her legs and cleaned her up. A shower was in order, but he knew that she would need support to stand. After cleaning his face of all the lipstick and spent dick, he turned the light off.
Returning to the bed, Selphie reached for him as best as she could. Once he settled next to her, she brought her arm over to pull him down for more intimate kisses before allowing herself to be the little spoon.
They just needed a moment to recuperate.
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When Squall opened his eyes, he wasn't too surprised that he didn't sleep through the entire night. He did wake up earlier to relieve himself, but he barely remembered it. Looking over at the digital clock nearest Selphie's sleeping form told him it was 2:45 in the morning. Carefully removing himself from the sleeping form of his partner, he went back into the kitchen to grab some more water. He probably should have grabbed two earlier if he knew his body would react to the lack thereof.
Enjoying the silence of the night for the moment, he returned to the bedroom, with water for Selphie should she wake up. Entering, he noticed that she sat up, only to lay back down on the pillows, propping her up.
"You left." She stated the obvious in her roughened voice. Her smile returning slowly as he crawled onto the bed and handed her another bottle of water.
"Sorry 'bout that, needed some water. Figured you'd want some too." A thoughtful future husband he was. Granted, he was always like that and would continue to be that way for the rest of their lives.
After handing the beverage to Selphie, she leaned into Squall as she drank the water in silence. Innately, the couple shared gentle caresses, and as Squall gave her thoughtful shoulder blade kisses. The only light in the room was the moon from the window, painting the couple in its soft light. Setting the bottle down, she turned to press soft kisses along Squall's jawline before peppering them towards his lips.
They kissed chastely to start, only for it to flourish into passion. Selphie pulling him down over her, Squall's arm wrapped around her waist as they allowed their hands and lips to speak for one another. It was moments like these that Squall remembered what drew him to Selphie. Her exuberant personality was a start, followed by her quiet confidence, the way she understood that not everyone was the same in terms of how they expressed themselves... Even the way they handled loss.
As they grew closer, he realized how much he loved both forms of expression with love. When they started out, she would do small things that made him feel adored and desired. From occasionally bringing him a meal in the event he forgot to eat to spending time together. Squall would take notice of things that Selphie enjoyed. Her eyes lighting up whenever they would spend time together or when in private, they enjoyed intimate touches together. Nothing sexual, always holding hands, cuddling, or whenever she'd stroke his forearm. It was always a pleasure to help or take an interest in Selphie's hobby for photography and blogging.
Eventually, their compatibility in their respective love languages is what lead them down this carnal road of desire.
Squall didn't remember how they got to their first sensual experience together, but one kiss led to Selphie showcasing that she can be patient to combat her overall eager and hungry sexual identity. He hadn't felt this quested in years. From making out to the neck kisses, to holding each other and suggestively grinding against one another—it brought forth the heat they had for one another.
This brought him back to reality given their current positions, Squall hovering over her, trailing his kisses down her collarbone, between her breasts, down her abdomen, and...
"Squall, careful..." Selphie hissed before whimpering as Squall's hand carefully spread her soft legs wider.
"Tell me if it's too much and I'll slow down." He kissed her inner thigh before trailing her kisses to her above her core. Situating himself before her, coiling his arms around her thighs before he began worshipping the woman he loved. Tenderly ensuring the fullness of his lips could be felt as he heard her release a muted sigh. When his tongue sampled the first swipe, a small cooing sound emitted from his lover.
Selphie moved her hand to the front of Squall's bangs, stopping him momentarily as she turned on the lamp, dimming it so she can enjoy the experience of watching Squall feast on her. Having a front-row seat to his turbulent storm-grey eyes was something Selphie never got tired of viewing. Just as he enjoyed watching her facial expressions and those jade green eyes observe him enjoy tasting her.
Chuckling, he resumed lapping her up as if she was the only thing that could sustain him. She delighted in being his well of life. The tantalizing sensation of the flat of his tongue rocking against her clitoral hood, not pulling it back only to sexually frustrate her. He knew how his future wife enjoyed being serviced. Squall loved to please, he almost always gave her what she wanted—effectively spoiling her. While this was another desire of hers, he was in control. Selphie had the pleasure to experience the spontaneous and ravaging aspects of their coupling earlier. Now she can lay back and enjoy the slow pleasurable burn of Squall's lips were doing all over her love box, she called it.
The languid tongue motions earned the reaction he wanted, Selphie surrendering to the heat his mouth provided. It did not take long for her thighs to slowly tremble in pleasure. Still sensitive, he thought. Squall's intense eyes fixated on her blissful features, as he alternated his tongue pressure between firm and teasingly gliding against her, becoming more demanding. He loved discovering parts of her that even she didn't know she would enjoy.
Selphie's earlier cooing sounds progressed into soft gasps and raspy moans. Squall gained pure satisfaction when she sounded like this; husky and desperate. The pleasure he got from pleasing his fiancée was evident in his throbbing arousal.
His treatment continued for as long as Selphie's searing passion could withstand. Time could only tell, but neither was focused on that.
"Please..." Selphie rasped. Squall figured his reign of slow torment was due to end. Feeling her clitoris swell under his adoring tongue, he decided to carefully pull the clitoral hood back and flicked teasingly. He felt the tremors of pleasure shoot through Selphie's body, resulting in the twist to the arch of her back. The prolonged teasing reached its peak when he started to pull the sensitive bud into his mouth, suckling delicately. Earning a sharp intake of breath from his partner. Continuing, he allowed his tongue to swirl around the nerve, clockwise and counterclockwise before suckling it.
"Right there~" she pleaded, gave Squall all the praise he needed. The woman rocked her hips, desperately wanting to feel another wave of euphoria to surge through her body.
Squall moaned as the pressure of Selphie's grip tightened, her breath hitched, and her thighs were in the process of trying to smother him. Her chanting his name, her body enveloping into an intensity only Squall Leonhart could deliver her. She couldn't scream, but the violent shudder that rippled through her body pleased him.
The oversensitivity returned and he couldn't resist. He held her against his tongue and let her ride out her climax. Upon feeling satisfaction, his tongue retreated back into his mouth. His lips and chin glistening from her essence, which he didn't mind licking his lips clean. The pleasure was slowly ebbing away for Selphie and it was obvious in how she hummed in her overused voice.
"Enjoy yourself?" Squall asked gently, genuinely interested in Selphie's feedback.
The woman in question fluttered her eyes closed, still enjoying the aftermath of the waves she felt. Sighing, she shared, "Kinda bummed I'm still a little sore, I want to fuck again." She admitted. Even Squall knew she couldn't win that battle. If they had tried, it wouldn't be a good time for her and that meant it wouldn't be good for him either.
"We have three weeks." He sat on the edge of the bed. This prompted her to nod before she rolled on her side and noticed the time. It was 3:45.
"I want ice cream," Selphie announced suddenly. Squall chuckled before taking her hand in his.
"We'll get ice cream once we shower." Their hygiene came to the forefront. Selphie grinned and didn't mind being led towards their en suite.