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[Oh, he's sure she'll get him back. But not until she's been paid back in full for the teasing leading up to this moment. In the meantime, Ezio is quite pleased to have pulled a few noises from her. He's not so silent himself either, groaning as she grinds her body against his cock.

When she shifts, pulling off of him, at first he worries that this is her revenge, denying the very thing they were leading up to. That thought is quickly dashed as she pushes herself down on his length and pulls a low groan from him as she sheathes herself on him.

Unable to keep himself still for very long, he gives his hips a buck upwards into her.]

( As he bucks up into her, her hips jerk sharply forward, until she is sheathed upon him to the hilt. A long, soft hiss is drawn between her clenched teeth, and she turns her head to capture his mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. Let him feel the fire he has kindled in her. Every inch of her feels hot—too hot, as though someone truly has doused her in oil and struck a flint to her.

Elizabeth releases another whimper, muffled by the firm press of her mouth against his own. Her tongue rubs along his own, tempting and teasing him in ways she'd had no patience for with the rest of her body. She reaches for his hands, grasps them tightly and then squeezes—gently. A stark contrast, perhaps, but as urgent as things feel with her blood singing in her veins, she wishes to make a point to acknowledge the little bit of emotional intimacy they've begun together here.

They are friends now, and no mere strangers or acquaintances. To her, that means a great deal. Thinking about it causes her to moves her hips again, a long, slow roll and rocking which seems to draw out the sensation they feel. She draws in a sharp breath through her nose, and shivers against him as a moan rises in the back of her throat. )

[He's hardly silent, letting out a strained noise as her body shifts above him and provides delightful friction where their bodies meet. The next movement is a little gentler, a steady thrust upwards that only bounces her a little bit. Certainly not enough strength to interrupt the moment they share with their hands clutched tightly together with all their fingers interlacing one and another.

Ezio manages a warmer smile before returning that hungry kiss against her lips. With no more restraint, he moves his hips to match her own, pushing upwards against hers as she rolls down against him. Heavy breaths escape his nostrils while his tongue wrestles against hers. It's slow going at first, but most assuredly, he starts to move his hips harder and progressively faster against her own.]

( She has no idea why she had expected it to be slow; the pair of them combined have enough enthusiasm and energy to power the entire Crossing on their own, it seems. She lets out a soft, keening whimper as his pace picks up and his tongue wrestles with her own, because she is just about to lose herself again. And the prospect is enough to give her a good deal of pleasure.

Her breath grows shallow and quick, her nostrils flaring as a result while she stubbornly refuses to break away and part from their kiss. In fact; she takes his tongue into her mouth, something she has long since learned how to do and only recently realised how similar it is to something else they have done, and begins to suck lightly upon it.

The rhythm of her own hips is more demanding as time goes on, easily enough to match him. The sensation causes heat to twine through her veins, starting from the pit of her belly. It's addictive, and she increases her own pace faster still to intensify it. )

[He shifts where he lays, changing the position only slightly by sitting up so he's closer to being level with her, even if the position prevents that from being completely the case. His breathing gets heavier as they continue to move faster and harder against one and another. He groans loudly as she begins to suck on his tongue, thinking immediately back to that similar act they had done.

By now, he's giving her a good display of his own strength as he bounces her on his lap from his hips alone with only a bit of assistance from his hands keeping them steady on the bed.]

( He cannot know it, but he shifts them into her favourite position. It drives him deeper into her, and stimulates her in the way she likes best all at once—and as a result she releases a louder, keening moan. Her teeth nip at his tongue, and her hips buck hard against his own. Once, twice, again and again and again.

By this point, she can't think; only hear the ragged sound of their breathing, taste him on her tongue, and feel him move within her. Her fingers flex where her hands are braced against the column of his spine, and by instinct, she drags her nails lightly down along it, until she can add the feel of his skin beneath her hands to the tally of things contributing to her sensory overload.

Elizabeth shifts her hips, changing up their angle until they all-but click together, and a low, ragged moan ends up muffled by the dance of their tongues. )

[That reaction is enough to inform him of an ideal position to use in the future of their interactions. Guaranteed there will be a "lot" more of them after something like this. He enjoys her company too much to consider anything else. His movements grow a bit more desperate as he starts to feel a familiar build-up in his body.

The changes in angle by her are rewarded with some louder moans from him being muffled against her lips and tongue until he's forced to break away to catch his breath. Dark eyes stare at her through heavy eyelids as his hands grip more tightly at her thighs. The added bit of purchase is good as his movements start to lose any semblance of control and restraint.

Ezio leans in, whispering her name among moans as he nips and kisses her neck.]

( Where they've found purchase, her fingernails dig lightly into his skin. A fine sheen of sweat forms upon her body, almost causing her to seem to glow with the exertion of it as her breath runs ragged and shallow. In this place where so many have come and gone since her arrival, he is one of the few she has come to trust. If she has her say, there will most assuredly be many, many more encounters like this one. Tingles sing along her skin and set further fire to her blood as they move together, her hips bucking off-kilter with their set rhythm in her urgency.

Before they must part to regain their breath, she gives a gentle nip to his lower lip, and soothes the hurt with the tip of her tongue. She likes him like this; breathless, and without inhibition. Wild. To keep him that way, she gives him a feral little smirk, and promptly squeezes the muscles within her, further tightening herself about him. Each movement feels better than the last; stimulating her in more ways than she can count, until she feels oversensitive everywhere, and the blaze banked high and bright in the pit of her stomach flares and consumes her.

A sharp, breathless moan and the murmur of his name is all the warning he has before she tightens about him again, and her body is wracked with the force of her climax. She is without control or thought, moving with more force than she might ordinarily, her breath coming in heavy gasps and her body trembles against his.

She is quite thoroughly undone. )

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