Fade to Black

Esperanza's dress slid to the floor quietly, and Indigo was left with his hands on her hips - her skin was warm and soft, like her lips on his. He wanted to touch everything at once, but now was the time for a little more self restraint - the passion would come soon enough, and the anticipation would carry him through until the time was right.

"You know you're beautiful," he said, looking her first in the eye, and then letting himself take in the sight of her standing so exposed before him. "But it suits you, and that's more rare."

And the first X rated thread is a go! Awesome.

[You only replied here so you would get topic update notifications, you tart Also I might have started out steamier but I forgot to ask if Ronnie was wearing any underwear ;p]

(lol, I actually spent a goodly bit of time debating whether she was or not. I finally settled on panties but no bra. She's daring, but not slutty. Also, could you give a brief description of the room so I know what we're working with here? )

The air in the suite was cool, and goosebumps had begun to form on Esperanza's warm skin. She laughed lightly as she felt a warm blush spreading through her cheeks.

It was strange. She was used to being naked; used to being stared at and desired. She had thought that any pretensions she had of modesty or embarrassment had long since evaporated under the lights of the stage. But somehow Indigo was different. Standing before his gaze in nothing but her thin yellow panties she felt exposed... naked... for the first time in a long time; and it wasn't at all unpleasant.

"You're kind." she said, her hand cupping his face as she looked up at him, "And beautiful too; inside and outside. I don't deserve you."

He shook his head - she was stunning, dark hair spilling down her back, face flushed, nipples perked, standing in her underwear and heels with such easy grace... The idea that he was really someone to be 'deserved' was sort of an alien thought, but if not her, than who? Didn't she realize that he was the lucky one here? Deserves wasn't important - there, and then, they were right for each other.

"Fuck 'deserves' - I am all yours."

He kissed her again, finally running his hands unimpeded across her golden skin, warm and smooth, cupping a breast, her ass, trailing fingers lightly across her back, her neck, her perfect stomach... His erection rubbed maddeningly against the heavy fabric of his kilt, and he had to remind himself to go slow, be gentle for now.

Esperanza laughed at Indigo's choice of words and moved into him as his hands began to roam over her body. Her hands moved down to his waist, sliding up under the thin fabric of his t-shirt and moving lightly over the firm muscles of his chest.

She moaned quietly in the back of her throat, her tongue dancing nimbly with his as they melted into each other. She could feel the bulge of his manhood pressing against her stomach and she leaned into him slightly more, feeling it move under the thick, rough fabric of his kilt.

She pulled her lips away from his and opened her eyes; her face was glowing with contentment.

"Music", she breathed, "We need music."

"Yes - yes we do." He thought he had just the thing - some low key mixes that he'd been messing around with, still raw but with mood and energy. He gave her another squeeze before stepping over to the stereo system he'd set up in the room, and took out his phone to program the tracks, looking back to admire her form from new angles as he did.

"Make yourself comfortable... do you want anything else?"

As she stepped to the center of the room she ran her hands through her long chestnut hair, letting it cascade down her bare shoulders and back. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath. It was strange being so nude, so vulnerable someplace so private. She was reveling in the sense of freedom it gave her, and trying her best to push down any feelings of modesty.

"Just you." she said with a grin as she looked around the room.

(Heather, could you give a brief description of the suite?)

(http://www1.hilton.com/en_US/hi/hotel/CLLCHHF-Hilton-College-Station-Conference-Center-Texas/accommodations.do;jsessionid=54025B46D8CAF09F63E5E6A930AEE3E7.etc61 - Executive rooms @_@ In retrospect the Hilton doesn't have balconies :V But we will pretend it does ^-^)

The main room of the suite was large and open, with somewhat bland modern furniture - a sofa, a desk and a few chairs tucked away in the corners, and a fair sized oak dining table set close to the wall near the mini-bar and kitchenette. A bank of windows occupied one wall, opening out into a small balcony. In the far corner was a stack of luggage and a few crates of what looked like electronic equipment that had been casually rifled through. There were other signs that the room had been occupied as well - a few empty bottles of wine on the table and other typical boy-trash, disorderly chairs, dirty glasses on the counter. The stereo system, such as it was, was clearly not provided by the hotel, but the sound seemed to permeate the suite fully once he turned it on.

The spacious bathroom lay offset from a small corridor, and beyond that..... the bedroom.

"Well, that, I can provide." He grinned easily, stretching as he casually pulled off his shirt. He was a little hairier than he appeared in the modeling shots - across his chest, and a treasure trail leading south...

When the music came over the speakers Ronnie smiled and began swaying her hips lightly in time to the beat. She watched Indigo take off his shirt intently; he really was gorgeous. His chest was well sculpted for a musician, and she wondered briefly just how many traits he had inherited from his father.

She closed her eyes as the music built itself around her, feeling herbody moving freely from side to side. She shook her head and tossed it back, her long hair splaying out before falling in a wave behind her. Without opening her eyes she beckoned him towards her with one finger. The music made her feel alive, comforted.

She was in her element now.

She seemed to relax - to take the music into herself, and turn it in to motion. He wondered if he might have to wear blinders at the party, when he'd have a chance to really play something for her. For now he was happy to take her in, to have her to touch and taste...

He answered her beckoning, smiling down as she ran her hands across his chest. He ran a finger along the side of her neck, hooking along the golden chain of the pendant that swayed gently between her breasts. he'd only meant to pull her closer, but something about it made him look a little closer. Another gift, maybe?

"Is that an eye?"

Ronnie's eyes snapped open as Indigo lifted the necklace to look at it.

"Ay cogida..." she muttered and quickly reached behind her to unclasp it.

"I completely forgot about this thing. It's... let's just say it's probably best if I put it somewhere out of sight for now."

She grinned as she removed the necklace, letting it trail down between her breasts before taking a step away from Indigo, her hips still swaying to the music as she crossed the floor and dropped it in her coat pocket.

The music thrummed around her as she turned and began dancing slowly back towards him. It could have been a trick of the light, but Indigo could have sworn that there was a very soft golden glow coming from her as she danced, almost as if she were shining with the passion that was obvious in her every movement.

He quirked an eyebrow, but all further questions were driven from his mind as she began to dance towards him, her inner light enhancing her supernatural beauty. Backing away just to keep watching her come closer, he found himself leaning against one of the room's leather armchairs. When she finally made it back to him, he pulled her close for a quick embrace and settling her down in the seat and kneeling before her like a supplicant before his queen.

As she was set down gracefully in the chair, Ronnie put her hands on Indigo's face, letting her fingers trace their way forward across his strong jawline as he pulled away from her and knelt in front of the chair. Her long, smooth legs were held loosely together in front of her as he settled on his knees.

Until now she hadn't been able to really let herself think about what was going to happen. Her thoughts had been to crowded with nervousness and excitement to be able to focus on visualizing the act itself, but now as she looked into his eyes her breathe caught in her throat and she allowed herself to picture all the possibilities.

Indigo watched the moment of realization wash through her, and was gratified at her flush of anticipation. His earlier promises passed through his mind again - he was aching to be inside her, and soon, yes, but not *too* soon. He had to make sure she was ready, first.

With gentle pressure, he spread apart her legs, leaning forward to kiss the hollow of her throat, and slowly - maddeningly slowly - work his way downward. He slid his hands up her thighs, hooking in to the waistband of her panties to slide them down off her hips, leaving in nothing but her strappy red heels.

Ronnie closed her eyes, letting the beat of the music wash over her as Indigo's lips caressed her neck and collar bone. She could feel the heat of him pressing against her and the slow trail of kisses was driving her insane with passion as it moved slowly and inexorably downward.

She lifted her back ever so slightly off the chair as he tugged downward on her panties, allowing them to slip down her legs to her feet. As his incessant kisses found the curve of her breast he gently pushed her legs apart, revealing a small, neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair and the full, slick lips of her sex.

She put her hand gently on the back of his head, running her fingers through his spiked, purple hair; dying for him to move faster, yet wanting every touch, every caress to last an eternity.

He took extra care with her breasts, sucking her nipples, flicking his tongue across them to make her gasp, even just a gentle nip - teasing her body with promises of what was in store for her next.

Of course her pussy was as hot as the rest of her, wet and ready, her musk more intoxicating than any wine. He caressed her inner thigh as he kissed and licked his way across her flat stomach, circling down around her hip before finally indulging them both with a first, long, slow, lick across her lower lips.

She gasped and inhaled sharply as Indigo's tongue found her pussy and slid upward along her slit. Her eyes snapped open. It was all she could do to keep from bucking her hips upward as the sensation flashed through her. It was as though a bolt of lightning had struck her as every muscle tensed in pleasure, her breathe held in mute anticipation of the next stroke of his tongue.

"Relax," he whispered, glancing up to catch the expression on her face as she tensed, bracing for more. Then he did it again, and again, exploring her folds as she became more accustomed to the sensation. He wondered idly how often she ever touched herself, and savoured the mental image as he gently spread her lips, tonguing his way closer to her clit.

With each upward stroke of his tongue, Esperanza whimpered softly. The sensations he was causing were maddeningly electric, and as the music's tempo slowly climbed, so did Indigo's tongue, pushing further into her folds, closer to the source of her pleasure.

Her fingers held tight to the back of his head, pulling his face against her hot pussy. She had never felt anything like this before; the few times she had ever tried to pleasure herself had always ended in dissapointment. But this... every nerve in her body was on fire, every perfectly toned muscle taught with desire.

Her soft little moans were encouraging (in time to the music even: this was a good track) - but he wanted to hear her scream with passion, to know she was losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her. Experimentally, he flicked his tongue across her clit, to test her reaction so he could better gauge how much she could take before he sent her over the edge.

As the tip of his tongue swiped across her hard clit she groaned loudly and lurched forward, her eyes wide open.

"Oh god... Shit...", she moaned loudly between shallow breaths. Deep in the pit of her stomach, she felt a sensation taking hold and beginning to grow. A bright, hot spark of pleasure and hunger that fed off of every orchestrated movement of Indigo's nimble tongue.

He laughed, taking the chance to catch his breath and stretch his jaw before resettling her in the chair. "I told you.... just relax. Enjoy. Tell me if you want more, or less, or faster, or where..." As he talked, he teased her gently with his finger, tracing all the places he'd licked, slicking his digit and probing the edge of her tight entry.

Ronnie moaned when he removed his face from her pussy; she didn't want him to stop but at the same time she almost felt like any more would kill her.

"Cogida..." she breathed as she looked down at Indigo. The lower half of his face was glistening with her juices and he was grinning. She laughed and caught her breath, laying back in the chair and letting her muscles relax.

"Okay... I'll try... I just... Wow..." she laughed, "That was really intense..."

As his fingers began retracing the path that his tongue had taken she felt her muscles beginning to relax more. This was pleasant, but far less intense than his slithering tongue had been.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, "That feels good."

He smiled, kissing her thigh. "That's the idea..."

He teased her until most of the built up tension had been released - he knew it would be easy to bring her back to the edge - then slowly pushed his finger inside her, just one for now. So slick, so tight... His cock was aching to just fuck her, but he knew it wouldn't do. There was no rush, they had all night.