The Red House

Chapter 14

{ Warning; Sexual scenes involving fantasy role play.}

Their clothes flew off with brisk force, sending them down to the carpets. Matthew slammed Feather's body down to the mattress, wanting to be on top. He aggressively kissed her mouth, his tongue slithering in. Her fingers lingered at his back. He trailed wet kisses on her earlobe, her jaw, down to her neck. She sighed. She could feel his erect pressing against the skin of her thigh. She smirked with sin written across her face.

"Hurry up." she begged.

His palms cupped her breasts, massaging and caressing her perfect mounds. He groaned. He was finally touching her perfections again. He missed the feeling of her body against his; locked in a hot, wet conflict.

They thrusted in a rhythm familiar between their shaken bodies, pushing in deeper, moving in a fast pace. Feather kept screaming and moaning in great pleasure. Matthew kept his groans continuous. She would arch her back, taking in the mighty power and roll her eyes. They shivered in ecstasy as they reached climax, swearing through the four walls of the room.

Their chest rose and fell as they worked to catch their breath. Tensions have been released and satisfactions have been achieved. Who knew make-up sex could be so great?

"I'll be right back!" Feather squealed all of a sudden as she took off out the room.

Digging through the cluttered closet, Feather finally found what she was looking for. It was red and white, and it was sexy. She slipped out of her clothes and slid the outfit on, accessories as well and made a quick pit stop to the bathroom mirror and spiced up her hair a little bit to match. She was determined to look the part.

As she made her way into the room, Matthew's jaw dropped when he saw her. She was wearing her skimpy little nurse costume from Halloween, completed with the white fishnet stockings, underwear not included.

"I'm not complaining or anything but it would help if I knew what I was up against here." He chuckled, looking her up and down as she approached the couch.

Feather dropped the piece of paper that had her letter and its term onto Matthew's lap which read;

"FANTASY ROLE PLAY."

Matthew's eyes quickly darted from the piece of paper back to Feather.

His mind became a war zone - Fantasy. Role play. Nurses outfit. Doctor.. Patient.. Oh no.

Feather smirked and wrapped her hands around Matt's arm, essentially telling him to stand up, "This way, please." she said in her sweetest voice.

He followed her to one of the different bedrooms upstairs and she sat down on the bed, patting the empty space next to her to which he took.

"Now I'm just gonna take some of your blood.." She said in a hush tone as she moved in closer to Matt and began nipping at his neck and sucking up the blood which was only a drop or two dripping off of him.

Matthew's eyes widened at the sudden gesture but he quickly stopped her, "Feather, no blood tricks."

"What blood tricks?" she teased, licking her lips of the delicious taste of his sweat. Feather was still using the same sweet voice as she gently placed her hand on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed, climbing on top of him. She reached her leg over him to give herself better leverage and shifted against him purposely.

Her outfit was so short and tight that it was hard for her to maneuver around like she was without it riding up, but it was Feather, and she always made it work.

"Oh, Nurse Feather, I think I might need some mouth to mouth resuscitation." Matthew smirked, patting his chest playfully, his hands grasping her hips and swaying her back and forth so smoothly that she almost didn't even notice.