*gaze twinkling a tease, savouring the gentle brushing strokes through my hair* must be...I can sit on it now too *cocking my head, the strands falling in waves over my shoulder* you think it will return to its previous crazed state after the birth?
{twirling a lock in my gloved fingers, brushing the ends down your nose with a fanged smile} I can think of ways to mess it up, true...
*laughing a breathy rush as the silken strands tickle over my skin, palms coasting up your sides* mmm...you may have to demonstrate....
I might...{chuckles, fangs nipping at your lips, tongue tangling with yours, deepening the kiss, hands following the fall of your hair to the rounded swells of your ass} you are so fucking beautiful Tory...
you make me feel that way...*fingers dipping and stroking over the carved musculature of your upper body, every smooth inch caressed, skin flushing as your palms shape the curved globes of my ass and your kiss delves deep, tongue battling a sensual war of passionate love*
I'm all sticky Tory....{smiling against your lips, big hands massaging your ass in slow circles, stroking down the backs of your thighs} you want to come get wet with me, shellan mine?... {eyes smouldering, sultry diamond}
You've already got me wet, hellren mine...*your intense gaze an erotic promise, a fire licking over my skin, and stoking the flames purring to molten deep inside me...fingers walking a clawed path over the hard flex of your abs* But I won’t turn down a chance to get wet with you…
Good Tory, that's good true... {growling fanged kisses on your throat, backing you up toward the shower, reaching a hand behind you to start the hot spray, the glass walls of the cubicle already steaming up as I step us under the stream, lips meeting wet under the heavy cascade, hair plastered to our heads, lashes wet, soaked skin welded to skin, rivers of heat channelling over every lush peak and curve of your body, murmuring over the noise of the water} so fucking beautiful....
*the murmured praise blushing a pink hue over my body that has nothing to do with the hot water and everything to do with your proximity, the slick slide of your skin a wet friction teasing my nipples to taut peaks and running rivulets to pool in my core, lips parting off ivory daggers, letting the fall of water drench my tongue, fingers curled around your biceps, supporting the arching curve of my back as I bow beneath the pleasure of the hot spray, crystal droplets beading on my lashes as my eyes lock to yours* want me to wash you, nallum?
Perhaps....but first I want to lick my shellan clean... {inclining my head, flattening my tongue in a long, wet rasp up the erotic arch of your slender throat, callused hand and wet hide sliding firm over your hips and waist, running up the heavy swells of your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples to tight peaks, the erotic bow of your spine training the pounding spray on the sensitive tips, pooling the water over your bump between your thighs, hot diamond stare and gloved fingers flowing in its wake to the slippery juncture of your core, the slick, swollen flesh nothing to do with the hot water and everything to do with that exotic scent of female arousal that perfumes the steamy, confined cubicle}
*strings linked, a web of arousal vibrating along the lines of desire that are strummed by the roaming path of your hands, sensations tightening my nipples to rosy pink peaks and arrowing humming lust on a direct route to thrill my inner muscles with pleasure. Grasping onto your arms, my lifeline, holding me up as my legs tremble, your fingers playing me like an instrument, chords of lust singing whimpers and flooding liquid fire, the rough trail of your tongue drawing my pulse to the surface to drum a rhythm of need against your lips* mmm...
Mmmmm {my answer to the beating call of your vein is a low, feral growl, male instincts attuned to every feminine signal your body throws off, the effects instantaneous, rock hard, throbbing desire, aching from the heavy beat of the spray. Dropping lower, lips and fangs following the flow of the water down the arch of your body, sucking and biting and rasping wet on nipples and soft flesh, all the time my fingers circling your pulsing bud of nerves with slippery friction, the tempo attuned to the racing beat of your heart}
fuckfuckfuck...*stuttering, heart skipping to gallop a staccato beat as your wet stubbled jaw and soft, firm lips bathe my body in sensuous, abrasive kisses, curves tensed to quivering expectation, breath catching, body a tight-strung bow of intense desire, hands flying out to fist the soaked strands of your hair and guide a command for more, lower, knowing the path you're on leads to the soaring ecstasy I can almost touch in the inferno flaming lust through my cells and searing my atoms with the scorch of pleasure, orgasmic tension a cyclone spinning wildly out from its origin to encompass me in the fever your circling touch inspires, my clit pounding its own heartbeat of need against the pads of your fingers, entire being resonating on crystal ecstasy as I fragment in shards of euphoric release* Yes!!!! Fuck…*tugging, growling, wanting to shape your body with my hands and share the drenched satisfaction that spreads like wildfire* in me...please…
{playing your tightly strung curves like an instrument, exploring, tasting every inch of flushed, aroused skin with an easy dominance, none of the urgency of this morning, but a slow burning erotic discovery of your body, devouring you from the mouth down, relishing the feminine whimpers and shuddering pleasure my body calls out of yours, so entirely focussed on pleasuring my mate, my soul, that I know you are coming even before your own mind has registered the physical signs, more than happy to indulge your every desire, easing your back to the wet tile, hitching a thigh around my waist and sinking myself, thick, wet and throbbing into the heart of your rhythmically pulsing core, feeling every quivering spasm of your release...your pleasure mine... my orgasm following in the wake of yours, an intense sensory ecstasy, my brain registering every touch, every sensation, every jerking pulse of my cock in your velvet heat} oh God Tory....
Oh...V....*one hand gripping the nape of your neck, the other clawing welts down your back as you fill me with a hard indulgence, steel arousal welded inside the fluctuating rings of muscle that ripple a channel of sexual energy around your pulsing cock, dragging eagerly along your shaft and stretching to embrace you tight in the wet fiery well of my soul, my orgasm igniting yours, whimpering purrs as you mark me, bathe me in the molten wash of your pleasure, body collapsed against the wall, hips rolling up, embedding you deep and wishing we could stay fused like this, the completeness not only a physical satiation, but a bliss that runs through the depths of our souls* fuck…*so slow, so tender, emotions raw, primal even though our union is a coiling possessive burn and not a flat out brutally loving domination, erotically charged by ecstasy, the water sparks electric as it falls in a hot spray, air infused with the scents of our bond* I love you...
Fuck I love you too Tory {dropping my forehead to your shoulder, the wall our support, muscles shuddering, skin hypersensitive to the pounding spray, tingling, flushed, the steam thickly infused with the musky spice that breaks on my body, my orgasm stretching on and on in peaks and troughs of shivering ecstasy} I love you so goddamned much, true...
*lips pressed behind your ear, nuzzling, your hair curling flicks and tickling my skin as I breathe in the scent so potent this close to the heart beating in your throat, focused on each flex of muscle as your cock kicks inside me, our bodies quivering pleasure* as I love you, so fucking much, my infuriating ninja warrior hotdog of a hellren...you kill me every time we touch...you are my sanctuary...
You are my soul, my life, my everything.... {reaching a hand to shut off the spray....unable, unwilling to move from inside you until the rapidly cooling air raises goosebumps on your skin, then reluctantly disengaging to wrap you in swathes in luxurious Egyptian cotton}
*the loss of you a wrench in my heart as the embrace of your body is replaced by the fluffy towel, running the thick fabric over my hair wringing the water from the water-logged strands and sweeping the material in drying rubs over my chilled flesh, gently smoothing the swell of my stomach dry, a smile hovering on my lips*
{unable to resist the urge to touch you, lips meeting your smile in a warming kiss}
*lingering on the firm silken press of your lips before padding out to the bedroom, promptly collapsing, bouncing on the mattress in a towel covered heap of pregnant, inked female*
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