"Ah consider it a higher compliment, but you're a pretty boy sugah. Don't you fret." Where she comes from, comparing an older man to a fine aged whiskey was singing praises, but that's another one of those things that gets lost between universes. She's clearly attracted to him and that's what matters.
There's a thoughtful noise between the ones saturated with the warmth he's encouraging in her. "Mn. Did he give you enough to protect against these thighs an' ass?" Because that's both what it would take for her to feel confident sitting bare on his face as well as liable to suffocate him in the process. Still, there's something about his levels of enthusiasm for all these new options that continues to endear her to the older man.
Leaning back provides him not only more room to maneuver, but distances her a bit from the growing temptation she has to kiss him again. She finds herself licking her lips as her breath shakes with a sharp inhale when he adds a finger. Without hesitation, she moves to fuck down against them, groaning low each time he fills her. She also rocks a slow circle, trying to encourage that thumb of his. Though, she has a feeling he's going to draw this out, much to her delight and frustration. "You promised your mouth," she murmurs through hooding eyelids, wishing it was his cock that was pushing inside her. She'd be milking pleasure out of him, and she tightens herself around him for a few moments, shuddering with a deeper groan for her trouble. Were there any toys in that box? She can't remember, but her hand works between them so she can get a feel for his dragon, wrapping her hand around him through his sweats.
With the shirt tossed aside the mutant can't help but feel as though the level of nakedness is rather unequal here. It feels wonderful though, both the heat and strength of his hands. But when he speaks, calls her a dream come true, there's the briefest of hesitations, a moment where she's tense and thrown out of the moment. When Rogue dreams she's able to touch properly, and she can't help the thought of him dreaming something similar from flashing in her mind. It's shoved aside just as quickly. He's just chatting sweet nothings to her. Though if he wants a suggestion from her, she's got that too. "Curl your fingers when you're draggin' out."
"Don't really care if I'm pretty or not, long as you think I'm sexy. And judgin' from your body right now, I'd say you do." Now there's a bit of a cocky grin flashed at her but it's playful. She's wet and all over him and there's no better way to convince a man she likes what she sees. Just as him being hard as a rock tells her the same.
Cobb laughs at the question. "Well, no, but I'll still get my mouth on you, don't you fret." He might not be able to let her sit on him, as she just pointed out, so it'll have to be another position. The intention is the same. She does have magnificent thighs and an ass he could spend several minutes just touching indulgently. He can't help an image of bending her over and sliding inside, but he pushes it aside. She's doing a beautiful job of riding his hand as it is. "I promise, I'll ... oh kriff." Kriff is said the way fuck would be otherwise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment when her hand grips him through his sweats.
The nudity is uneven but one of them has to keep clothes on, and Cobb sure thinks that she isn't the best option for that. Just look at her. Insanely beautiful and sexy. He can see the pause in her and doesn't know why, but he doesn't want to ruin the mood if she's going to go right to telling him what to do. If something's bothering her for real she'll tell him. He wants to believe that. He knows it could be something unspoken, such as them both wanting more contact than they can get, which is just a natural desire. But they're going to have a great time regardless. Of that he's certain.
"Mmm, I could do that, or ...." He slides his fingers out of her and grips that perfect ass of hers, spinning the two of them so her back hits his bed. Cobb is still being careful of where they're touching, resisting yet another urge to kiss her. He sits up momentarily to grab one of the dental dams the droid told him about. That's fairly straight-forward. "You okay with me takin' these off, sweetheart?" Cobb hooks his fingers in her panties, planning on pulling them off as long as she's okay with it. He wants to make sure since it'd make her fully naked with him, and he wants her to feel good about it. He for certain feels good about it. The more naked skin of hers he sees, the better.
Cobb pulls out the piece of latex and puts it first over one of her breasts. And he follows that up by lowering his head down and pressing his mouth over it, licking her nipple. It doesn't taste as perfect as her skin would, but it feels warm under his lips anyway.
Her eyes roll dramatically and she scoff-laughs through an amused smile at his sassy commentary. She can't help but flick his stomach lightly before moving between them, watching her strength and keeping it at normal human levels of force. "Wise ass." Is all she says in response to his playful banter, humming in soft challenge to the comment about not fretting. He better put his mouth on her, even if it's not exactly how either of them want to go about that.
Her own devious grin curls over her lips when she finally wraps a hand around his heat, and it widens even more at his cursing exclamation. Kriff's a new one for her. It's funny sounding curse word, but then again, so is dangnammit. Regardless, the reaction that just a squeeze of his cock through the fabric is beautiful. There's nothing quite like watching how even the smallest touch of friction to a man's member can halt their brain function. He's beautiful like this, raw and honest in the moment, and she hopes it's just the tip of the type of pleasure she wants to drag from him. Seeing him like this only makes her want more.
And he better believe that part of said plan involves her seeing him naked rather than just gripping him, her hand relaxing only to tighten around him again at the pace of her hips. Unfortunately for them both, her touches halt when he removes his fingers, her body shuddering in wanting protest. But with him rearranging them, Rogue's more focused on the potential mishap than her emptiness, even though she aches to be filled again. Cobb does a precise execution, and she relaxes beneath him with a sigh.
At his question, her hips lift and float, legs artfully moving with him removing her panties, both to help and to tease. All the while she watches him while letting her still gloved hands run over her own body absently. They move to allow him room to work, and she breathes a pleased noise at his choice of starting points. Part of her wants to tell him to move southward, but he should have a chance to acclimate to the adaptation too. Her fingers card through his hair, dragging along his scalp and encouraging him. And since he's fully clothed, she's going to loosely wrap her legs around him too. He's warm and she wants to touch more of him. "You're gonna take your time, aren't you?"
It's been awhile since he's had any hand on him that isn't his own, and considering she's a walking sex dream on top of that, it's a real headrush to feel her through his sweats. She doesn't have to do much to make it titillating and something he wants more of. He'd really like to grind her against him more, his hips lifting a little into her touch, but there's honestly a whole lot he wants to do at once. So it's a priority thing. They can dry hump again another time. It's not more important than exploring her body.
He is glad the transition went smoothly, he's being as careful as can be so she knows she can trust him. He slides her panties off and she's now fully naked. He sucks on her nipple, feeling more confident this latex thing will be just fine since it does feel like he has it in his mouth. He lifts his head for a moment so he can really look at her. Her beautiful face, curly hair, big gorgeous breasts, and he licks his lips in obvious interest when his gaze goes lower. "Look at you," he murmurs, sounding awed. "How can I be in a rush?" To be fair, if they could actually touch, the lust between them might have flared so intensely they couldn't help but rush through. So instead he's enjoying the ways they're getting around it.
His hungry gaze satisfied, he lowers his head back down to let his mouth play with her other breast, sliding his fingers back between her legs and thrusting them back inside of her, more forcefully this time. So she can really feel it. Cobb knows what she wants though, what they both want. He moves down the bed and takes the dental dam with him. Normally he'd encourage her legs over his shoulders, but he's aware of the potential to touch his ears. Something he typically likes but it's fine.
Cobb reaches over to grab one of his pillows and encourages her hips up with a hand on her ass to put it underneath. He hopes it'll help with making less potential for skin touch. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, I want to see you." He smiles up at her from where he's at, putting the latex over her clit area. This is his first time trying this so he's trying to come up with it on the fly, using his fingers to caress her on the inside and her outer lips while he experimentally puts his tongue against the outside of her clit.
Even with the limitations that come with her mutation, there are far too many options that she would very much like to take advantage of and explore with him. So, it's a good thing that at least he has half a mind to keep to his priority list. Maybe they should make an actual list when they're less distracted.
Once he's settled back within reach, her gloved fingers card through his hair, pushing it back and mussing it up before he lifts his gaze. Her hand slides to lightly cup the side of his face, fingers trailing along his jaw as she tilts her own gaze down to him, sitting up somewhat at the tone of his voice. It warms her deeper than her arousal, and even with the heat of need in her eyes, she offers him a fond, lopsided smile before it curls into a smirk. "Is that a challenge of temptation?"
Because she absolutely can provide some additional motivation and torment to his exploration of her, but for the time being, she simply returns her hand to card through his hair again while she can still and settles entirely back against his bed. It's what lends surprise to the hard thrust of his fingers, a low groan taking over her features as she rocks her hips against him inside her.
Her legs loosen from him as he moves southward, the risk of skin on skin too great, as much as she'd love to nestle him snugly between her thighs. They fall open easily, relaxing and revealing her flexibility as well as her arousal for him even as he nudges her hips up into an easy float. It's after she settles back down and she feels not only the shift in weight on the bed, but the heat of his mouth against her through the latex. She shudders with another noise of pleasure after a sharp inhale of breath, a throb of heat pulsing from her clit to wrap around his fingers. Yes please more of this.
Cobb would probably laugh about the list but go for it. She's more experienced than he is after all at knowing what works with her mutation. He's only doing guess work but he knows that she would correct him if they were going to get to a problem. He'd love to get a list of her fantasies. He'd also like her to smile at him like that every single day. Every single moment, just her, just her smile. He's completely emotionally compromised by her and honestly, it feels right to him, so he don't care. This is all he wants.
"If I say challenge you're gonna take me up on it, so let me have this, woman." She could definitely make him go faster if she wanted to. She could make him do a little twirl too, and anything else she wanted with him wrapped around her finger willingly. He playfully pinches her nipple for that, and also to make her feel good.
She opens so easily for him and she's beautiful, sexy, wet and wanting. Cobb can't taste her but then he realizes he can, removing his fingers from her temporarily so he can purposely lick the taste of her off them. He smiles and thrusts them back into her, picking up the pace so his fingers are fast but his tongue on her clit is slow. He's hungry for her sounds, for the certainty that she's having fun. He wanted to prove to her they can have a good time together, so that's his life's goal at the moment.
He has to test out the amount of pressure needed to get through the latex but it only takes a second, his tongue more strongly flicking at her clit and then he sucks on it, adding a third finger at the same time to make her shudder.
"Always," she murmurs, word trailing off into a moan at his sassy pinch, her back arching as she squirmed against him, but she chuckles roughly, shaking her head. They really were a funny pair, but it's working and she's not about to complain or think about what could go wrong.
There's a rumble in her chest that's the laziest complaining when he removes his fingers and leaves her empty, but she's watching him and god that's hot. She finds herself licking her lips and dropping her gaze to his, wanting to taste him mixing with her. Rogue opens her mouth to make a sassy comment about how he should at least compliment how she tastes, but then he's thrusting back into her and her mouth fills with a groan instead of those words. "Oh!"
She had prepared herself for a slow, drawn out torment, but she's only half-right. Her head relaxes back against the bed and she closes her eyes for several moments to focus on the feel of him. It's not the same, it'll never feel the same as how his cock might fill her, but it's wonderful nonetheless. He's the cause of the pleasure she's drowning in, the reason her back arches and her fingers are twisted in the sheets beneath them. She tries to rock against him, coax his mouth to speed up, but she already knows that's the torment.
A gasp cuts through her moans as he coordinates his tongue (that's apparently talented at more than just talking) with the added finger, stretching her open further and causing that shudder as she tightens around him. "Just wait 'til ah get mah mouth 'round you," the younger woman rumbles. It's a threat and a promise.
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There's a thoughtful noise between the ones saturated with the warmth he's encouraging in her. "Mn. Did he give you enough to protect against these thighs an' ass?" Because that's both what it would take for her to feel confident sitting bare on his face as well as liable to suffocate him in the process. Still, there's something about his levels of enthusiasm for all these new options that continues to endear her to the older man.
Leaning back provides him not only more room to maneuver, but distances her a bit from the growing temptation she has to kiss him again. She finds herself licking her lips as her breath shakes with a sharp inhale when he adds a finger. Without hesitation, she moves to fuck down against them, groaning low each time he fills her. She also rocks a slow circle, trying to encourage that thumb of his. Though, she has a feeling he's going to draw this out, much to her delight and frustration. "You promised your mouth," she murmurs through hooding eyelids, wishing it was his cock that was pushing inside her. She'd be milking pleasure out of him, and she tightens herself around him for a few moments, shuddering with a deeper groan for her trouble. Were there any toys in that box? She can't remember, but her hand works between them so she can get a feel for his dragon, wrapping her hand around him through his sweats.
With the shirt tossed aside the mutant can't help but feel as though the level of nakedness is rather unequal here. It feels wonderful though, both the heat and strength of his hands. But when he speaks, calls her a dream come true, there's the briefest of hesitations, a moment where she's tense and thrown out of the moment. When Rogue dreams she's able to touch properly, and she can't help the thought of him dreaming something similar from flashing in her mind. It's shoved aside just as quickly. He's just chatting sweet nothings to her. Though if he wants a suggestion from her, she's got that too. "Curl your fingers when you're draggin' out."
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Cobb laughs at the question. "Well, no, but I'll still get my mouth on you, don't you fret." He might not be able to let her sit on him, as she just pointed out, so it'll have to be another position. The intention is the same. She does have magnificent thighs and an ass he could spend several minutes just touching indulgently. He can't help an image of bending her over and sliding inside, but he pushes it aside. She's doing a beautiful job of riding his hand as it is. "I promise, I'll ... oh kriff." Kriff is said the way fuck would be otherwise, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment when her hand grips him through his sweats.
The nudity is uneven but one of them has to keep clothes on, and Cobb sure thinks that she isn't the best option for that. Just look at her. Insanely beautiful and sexy. He can see the pause in her and doesn't know why, but he doesn't want to ruin the mood if she's going to go right to telling him what to do. If something's bothering her for real she'll tell him. He wants to believe that. He knows it could be something unspoken, such as them both wanting more contact than they can get, which is just a natural desire. But they're going to have a great time regardless. Of that he's certain.
"Mmm, I could do that, or ...." He slides his fingers out of her and grips that perfect ass of hers, spinning the two of them so her back hits his bed. Cobb is still being careful of where they're touching, resisting yet another urge to kiss her. He sits up momentarily to grab one of the dental dams the droid told him about. That's fairly straight-forward. "You okay with me takin' these off, sweetheart?" Cobb hooks his fingers in her panties, planning on pulling them off as long as she's okay with it. He wants to make sure since it'd make her fully naked with him, and he wants her to feel good about it. He for certain feels good about it. The more naked skin of hers he sees, the better.
Cobb pulls out the piece of latex and puts it first over one of her breasts. And he follows that up by lowering his head down and pressing his mouth over it, licking her nipple. It doesn't taste as perfect as her skin would, but it feels warm under his lips anyway.
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Her own devious grin curls over her lips when she finally wraps a hand around his heat, and it widens even more at his cursing exclamation. Kriff's a new one for her. It's funny sounding curse word, but then again, so is dangnammit. Regardless, the reaction that just a squeeze of his cock through the fabric is beautiful. There's nothing quite like watching how even the smallest touch of friction to a man's member can halt their brain function. He's beautiful like this, raw and honest in the moment, and she hopes it's just the tip of the type of pleasure she wants to drag from him. Seeing him like this only makes her want more.
And he better believe that part of said plan involves her seeing him naked rather than just gripping him, her hand relaxing only to tighten around him again at the pace of her hips. Unfortunately for them both, her touches halt when he removes his fingers, her body shuddering in wanting protest. But with him rearranging them, Rogue's more focused on the potential mishap than her emptiness, even though she aches to be filled again. Cobb does a precise execution, and she relaxes beneath him with a sigh.
At his question, her hips lift and float, legs artfully moving with him removing her panties, both to help and to tease. All the while she watches him while letting her still gloved hands run over her own body absently. They move to allow him room to work, and she breathes a pleased noise at his choice of starting points. Part of her wants to tell him to move southward, but he should have a chance to acclimate to the adaptation too. Her fingers card through his hair, dragging along his scalp and encouraging him. And since he's fully clothed, she's going to loosely wrap her legs around him too. He's warm and she wants to touch more of him. "You're gonna take your time, aren't you?"
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He is glad the transition went smoothly, he's being as careful as can be so she knows she can trust him. He slides her panties off and she's now fully naked. He sucks on her nipple, feeling more confident this latex thing will be just fine since it does feel like he has it in his mouth. He lifts his head for a moment so he can really look at her. Her beautiful face, curly hair, big gorgeous breasts, and he licks his lips in obvious interest when his gaze goes lower. "Look at you," he murmurs, sounding awed. "How can I be in a rush?" To be fair, if they could actually touch, the lust between them might have flared so intensely they couldn't help but rush through. So instead he's enjoying the ways they're getting around it.
His hungry gaze satisfied, he lowers his head back down to let his mouth play with her other breast, sliding his fingers back between her legs and thrusting them back inside of her, more forcefully this time. So she can really feel it. Cobb knows what she wants though, what they both want. He moves down the bed and takes the dental dam with him. Normally he'd encourage her legs over his shoulders, but he's aware of the potential to touch his ears. Something he typically likes but it's fine.
Cobb reaches over to grab one of his pillows and encourages her hips up with a hand on her ass to put it underneath. He hopes it'll help with making less potential for skin touch. "Spread your legs for me, sweetheart, I want to see you." He smiles up at her from where he's at, putting the latex over her clit area. This is his first time trying this so he's trying to come up with it on the fly, using his fingers to caress her on the inside and her outer lips while he experimentally puts his tongue against the outside of her clit.
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Once he's settled back within reach, her gloved fingers card through his hair, pushing it back and mussing it up before he lifts his gaze. Her hand slides to lightly cup the side of his face, fingers trailing along his jaw as she tilts her own gaze down to him, sitting up somewhat at the tone of his voice. It warms her deeper than her arousal, and even with the heat of need in her eyes, she offers him a fond, lopsided smile before it curls into a smirk. "Is that a challenge of temptation?"
Because she absolutely can provide some additional motivation and torment to his exploration of her, but for the time being, she simply returns her hand to card through his hair again while she can still and settles entirely back against his bed. It's what lends surprise to the hard thrust of his fingers, a low groan taking over her features as she rocks her hips against him inside her.
Her legs loosen from him as he moves southward, the risk of skin on skin too great, as much as she'd love to nestle him snugly between her thighs. They fall open easily, relaxing and revealing her flexibility as well as her arousal for him even as he nudges her hips up into an easy float. It's after she settles back down and she feels not only the shift in weight on the bed, but the heat of his mouth against her through the latex. She shudders with another noise of pleasure after a sharp inhale of breath, a throb of heat pulsing from her clit to wrap around his fingers. Yes please more of this.
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"If I say challenge you're gonna take me up on it, so let me have this, woman." She could definitely make him go faster if she wanted to. She could make him do a little twirl too, and anything else she wanted with him wrapped around her finger willingly. He playfully pinches her nipple for that, and also to make her feel good.
She opens so easily for him and she's beautiful, sexy, wet and wanting. Cobb can't taste her but then he realizes he can, removing his fingers from her temporarily so he can purposely lick the taste of her off them. He smiles and thrusts them back into her, picking up the pace so his fingers are fast but his tongue on her clit is slow. He's hungry for her sounds, for the certainty that she's having fun. He wanted to prove to her they can have a good time together, so that's his life's goal at the moment.
He has to test out the amount of pressure needed to get through the latex but it only takes a second, his tongue more strongly flicking at her clit and then he sucks on it, adding a third finger at the same time to make her shudder.
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There's a rumble in her chest that's the laziest complaining when he removes his fingers and leaves her empty, but she's watching him and god that's hot. She finds herself licking her lips and dropping her gaze to his, wanting to taste him mixing with her. Rogue opens her mouth to make a sassy comment about how he should at least compliment how she tastes, but then he's thrusting back into her and her mouth fills with a groan instead of those words. "Oh!"
She had prepared herself for a slow, drawn out torment, but she's only half-right. Her head relaxes back against the bed and she closes her eyes for several moments to focus on the feel of him. It's not the same, it'll never feel the same as how his cock might fill her, but it's wonderful nonetheless. He's the cause of the pleasure she's drowning in, the reason her back arches and her fingers are twisted in the sheets beneath them. She tries to rock against him, coax his mouth to speed up, but she already knows that's the torment.
A gasp cuts through her moans as he coordinates his tongue (that's apparently talented at more than just talking) with the added finger, stretching her open further and causing that shudder as she tightens around him. "Just wait 'til ah get mah mouth 'round you," the younger woman rumbles. It's a threat and a promise.