There was but a moment of anticipation until suddenly his hands found her waist, not even bothering to release the staff in his hand. All she cared for was his intensity as she slipped her high hands up behind his neck as he kissed her deeply and passionately. The taste of his lips fueled desire that tingled all the way up her skin. She kissed back hard, wanting to explore and relish in the sensations. Her high hands moved to the back of his head, pulling him in and her fingers intertwined in his brown locks of hair.
She may have had her doubts earlier about him, but the way he held her intently and possessively revealed that he was not hollow but just as capable of passion and vigor as she was. A momentary shudder of pleasure rippled down her and her mid hands roamed over his chest enjoying what she felt. If there were buttons on his shirt, more than half of them would be undone by the time she felt his pressure being applied down upon her.
His non-verbal request was instantly clear to the Eypharian dancer. Though for a tick or two she resisted, just to see the full extent of his desire. Even as her back arched, she unfastened the cloak about her shoulders and let it fall to the ground half laid out like a blanket. With another shove, she felt his urgency and she maneuvered them to the ground lips still locked together.
For the last foot or two, she caught their fall with Clyde on top. But it was only for a moment as she rolled with him until she was on top, straddling him as much as she could in the red and black dress she wore. Sayana smiled smugly from her position on top, then set her cup of glowing embers far off to the side and out of the way. The Eypharian leaned down and trailed a series of kisses up his neck before finding his mouth. Her lips met his fiercely, but she wanted more and she broke off the kiss abruptly.
“I want you. All of you, Clyde. So don’t hold back.” She spoke in a heavy voice. Any remaining buttons or fasteners on his shirt would be undone and she flipped onto her back to entice him on top once more. Here she would have full access to his shirt and would pull it off as her hands rubbed up and over his chest, enjoying the touch of skin against skin. Beautiful, smooth, masculine… with even a dark scar upon his ribcage.
She may have had her doubts earlier about him, but the way he held her intently and possessively revealed that he was not hollow but just as capable of passion and vigor as she was. A momentary shudder of pleasure rippled down her and her mid hands roamed over his chest enjoying what she felt. If there were buttons on his shirt, more than half of them would be undone by the time she felt his pressure being applied down upon her.
His non-verbal request was instantly clear to the Eypharian dancer. Though for a tick or two she resisted, just to see the full extent of his desire. Even as her back arched, she unfastened the cloak about her shoulders and let it fall to the ground half laid out like a blanket. With another shove, she felt his urgency and she maneuvered them to the ground lips still locked together.
For the last foot or two, she caught their fall with Clyde on top. But it was only for a moment as she rolled with him until she was on top, straddling him as much as she could in the red and black dress she wore. Sayana smiled smugly from her position on top, then set her cup of glowing embers far off to the side and out of the way. The Eypharian leaned down and trailed a series of kisses up his neck before finding his mouth. Her lips met his fiercely, but she wanted more and she broke off the kiss abruptly.
“I want you. All of you, Clyde. So don’t hold back.” She spoke in a heavy voice. Any remaining buttons or fasteners on his shirt would be undone and she flipped onto her back to entice him on top once more. Here she would have full access to his shirt and would pull it off as her hands rubbed up and over his chest, enjoying the touch of skin against skin. Beautiful, smooth, masculine… with even a dark scar upon his ribcage.
Credit: Shimoje