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WHO: Victor and Kat
WHAT: Motorcycles and then visiting his campus
WHEN: Friday afternoon
WHERE: His house and then the college of law enforcement
WARNINGS: TBA

Kat had agreed to go with him to check out his new campus and when he knew she was coming over, he had headed over to his storage unit and retrieved his motorbike. Then he had proceeded to spend the next several hours shining it up and making it look beautiful as well as making sure it was all in working order.

When his girlfriend arrived, he grinned and went to kiss her. "I have a surprise," he said with an impish look in his eyes.

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She leaned into his touch, eager for more of it. "Killing me here." She gave in a breath "All day nothing but teasing. Mean." She leaned back to catch a kiss as she let her fingers tease. "Could always do the same. Seeing you're killing me here. Payback is sweet."

He shuddered a breath as she teased him and then, a little frantically, he removed the rest of her clothes, even lifting her up a little to do so.

She was sitting naked on his kitchen counter and he didn't even care.

With his eyes trained on hers, he lowered himself to his knees and ran his hands up her thighs slowly. Then he offered her a tiny smirk.

She gave him a half meant glare, wondering how she was going to pay him back for this. She took a shuddering breath, not caring where she was, only that he was apparently planning on teasing her half to death. "Not fair. Please."

He ran his hands upwards to her hips so when he leaned in and pressed his tongue against her, he could pull her forward as well.

He wanted to make her squirm and so he moved his tongue so slowly he was fairly sure that while it would register as pressure, there wouldn't be much friction.

Her head went back at that and she moved her hips for more. A soft cry escaped her and she set one hand over his, giving a not so gentle tug. But she was still loving this, even though she planned on getting even.

At her signal for more, he did increase his pace, but not by much. He held her tightly, half because he liked the feel of her in his hands, and half because he didn't want her to fall off the counter.

A soft curse escaped her when he sped up, but it soon molded into a whine. Her hand moved down along his arm, only just remembering to not try and hurt him. She was stuck between wanting more and yet desperately enjoying this.

While he was loving driving her insane, it did mean that he had to wait for his own pleasure and while he was usually fine with that, today was different.

Instead of continuing to tease her, he quickened his pace and kept it deliberate even though he never let her get too used to a rhythm as he kept changing it up.

This time a louder cry escaped her, and her nails scratched along his arm.

It was all becoming far too much, made worse by what he was doing to her.

Victor felt a little overwhelmed with need, especially with the way she was reacting to him. Still, he slowed down just a little bit, so he could draw her climax out. He wanted it to be a good one.

The sound she made when he slowed down was vaguely desperate. It only took a moment longer before she cried out in pleasure, her back arching closer.

Victor continued until he was sure she was finished, and then he rose to kiss up her leg, her torso and up to her neck again. "I could take you against the wall," he said at a growl. If she didn't want to, he wouldn't. It was why he asked.

She took the time as he kissed up her body to gather her breath. She leaned into the kiss on her neck and shivered to the question. It sounded rather fun. She nodded, arching closer. "Still getting back at you."

"I know you will," he said, before picking her up bodily from the counter and wrapping her legs around him. Making his way to the wall was easy and once he had her braced against it, with her help he slid inside her with a growl of need.

When he slipped inside her, a sound of need escaped her. She arched closer, desperate for him to move. For a moment her nails scraped against his skin before her fingers curled so she wouldn't hurt him.

When he was sure she was secure, he certainly moved. So much tension had built up that he didn't bother going slowly. He groaned at the feeling of her nails on his skin and growled as he kept up a quick rhythm.

Wuthva cry of pleasure she moved against him, trying to keep pace. When he sounded like he liked her nails, she did it again, wanting more.

He did like it and when her nails scratched his skin, he cried out again. His pace meant this wouldn't last long, but it hardly mattered. Every second of it was incredible.

The pace was driving her beyond crazy, but she far from minded. She held on for as long as she could, but then the climax took her by surprise and she threw her head back with a cry.

Victor's own climax wasn't far behind and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder as he continued his frantic pace until it was all over. Then, exhausted and entirely satisfied, he carefully lowered Kat down.

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