He guides her backwards onto the bed, feeling her weight shift underneath Him, noticing with a faint smile that she presses eagerly into His every touch. She leans up, her fingers and lips caressing His skin, kissing His cheek, His neck, His shoulder. Her nails slide up His back underneath His shirt, stroking and tracing circles into the cool flesh.
He can feel the smile on her lips as they're pressed against His skin. So too, can He feel the heat between her legs.
He looks down into her eyes intently and holds her gaze. Again He smiles as He can feel the air escape her, their eyes locked. She shifts underneath Him, pressing her hips against His, her stiff nipples straining through her shirt to press into His chest.
He leans down to nuzzle her neck, planting innocent kisses along her jaw that leave her whimpering quietly, trembling and yielding to His every touch.
i am His.
She removes her shirt slowly, feeling the familiar heady rush as she is unveiled to Him that little bit more. A blush overwhelms her, just for that moment, until the flesh of His chest is once again pressed to hers. She breathes His scent; masculine but not overwhelming, powerful but not threatening, calming. He moves her effortlessly underneath Himself, positions her, lets His hands explore her newly naked skin. His fingers graze her belt and she lets out a low sigh, shuddering.
'Masterrrr..'
He can almost feel her sensations by reading her body. Each groan, every whimper, is a silent cue for Him to follow. A muffled pleading for more. He follows her closer, chases her up higher and higher, His mouth and fingers exploring, rubbing, sucking. She cries out and searches for Him, her fingertips digging into the flesh of His shoulder. The waves are still crashing over her, her hips still bucking wildly against the bed, her eyes pressed tightly shut as she floats in the darkness.
please..
Their lips meet, her shuddering body beneath Him as her thighs close around His hips, feeling Him as heat pressing and stroking her. The pressure increases to an intoxicating pain until He finally enters her, a gasp escaping from her parted lips as He pulls gently away to groan into her neck. The rhythm is slow, pulsing. Her fingertips rake His skin, pull Him almost desperately into her. He moves her like a doll, His doll, arching her back to better recieve Him. She groans, her teeth grazing His neck, as He fills her up completely, moving faster and pressing deeper and harder than before.
i love You.. i loveYou.. iloveYouiloveYouiloveYou...
Collapsed beside Him, she revels in touching Him, in this private moment. Her fingertips and lips again explore His body. She nuzzles and kisses His hands, nips softly at His skin. She gently strokes His hair, smooths it. Takes all of Him in. Her eyes slide up His body to rest on His face. She smiles, knowing her own look without seeing it. Feeling the adoration flowing from her.
His eyes are closed.
but.. enough about me.
What've you all been up to? ;]
