Open Beyond the Sea (Kreig)

[Arundel]

So many emotions passed across his nervous eyes that she couldn't tell what he was thinking. They were so close that their breath mingled. Arundel could feel the heat coming off his body through his soaked, cold clothing. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but wonder how he looked with it all off. The thought made her eyes darken hungrily, and her focus traveled down to his lips then back up again. Oh, petch it all. Especially if this was a dream. She wanted to be reckless and claim this man she'd only just met. There were no rules here, and no consequences. Only pleasure. Wonderful, sweet pleasure. And her body wanted it now. Needed it now.

In here they didn't have to worry about the whispers of their friends and family. The judgmental stares at their audacity. Her fingers ran up his arms and came to rest on the pair of muscular shoulders there. It felt like a fire was burning inside of her, about to consume and destroy. If he didn't touch her somehow, she would combust. So much pent of angst after so long without intimacy - Arundel hated it. Sex was a joy for her, and being without it was torturous. She wanted to whimper, but held the sound of longing at bay with admirable self control. "Kreig," she repeated, letting his name roll across the tongue and tumble from her lips.

The Drykas liked the sound of it. A masculine name. Maybe this Syliran would surprise her. And oh, did he do just that. Arundel registered the change in his features rather quickly. A hardening of his eyes, though uncertainty still threatened to overwhelm this sudden shred of bravery. The breath stilled in her lungs, and her cheeks heated from the lust burning inside those honey colored orbs. The next thing she knew, his fingers were in her hair and on the naked skin of her back, and her lips were pulled flush against his. The kiss was shy and nervous on Kreig's part, but he tasted exquisite. Arundel's muscular arms slipped around his neck, and her body arched to conform against the hot flesh so tortuously shielded from her by cold fabric.

How had all the water not evaporated in the room? Her body felt molten, like the mountains she'd heard of to the far north, or the desert to the south. Her breathing hitched, and all too soon Kreig pulled away. This time Arundel couldn't stop the whimper that escaped her. It was like having ice thrown onto her body. She wanted to crush her lips back onto his and really show him how to kiss. Her body ached at the apex of her thighs, and his next words stopped her from all but pinning him down and ravaging him. Her lips curled at the edges, and she replied in rushed Pavi, "This is very right. Just let it happen. No strings attached." With that, she yanked him forward so he sat upright, and her lips were once more upon him.

But for this next kiss Arundel didn't hold back. Only one short breath did she allow him to adjust before her lips moved with practiced grace against his firm, nervous mouth. They both sat upright now, and her curves molded against his hard body in all the right places. Instinctively she ground into him with her hips, seeking some kind of relief to the ache. The rough, cold texture of his trousers against her wet heat made her groan. Her lips parted as her sensitive body shivered, and she felt as if she could melt. His hands on her skin felt searing hot, and his long fingers left trails of gooseflesh in their wake. Her tongue brushed his lips - needing to taste him but tentatively asking permission.

She wasn't sure he'd ever been kissed like this before.

[Kreig Messer]

In his lust driven mind and her rushed words in Pavi, Kreig could only catch the word 'right' as she suddenly pulled him back into the kiss. Her form against his and her touch was like the fire of the great bonfire back in Sunberth even through the wet fabric of his clothing. These wild feelings spread throughout his body and he couldn't help but groan as she grinded against him, the barier between him and her a simple piece of clothing.

His fingers traced througout her body, caressing her in ever place he could think till his fingers decided to settle beneath her thighs, behind her back and lifted her as he stood. His lips still on hers as he pressed her against the wall, and continued kissing her, then stopped as he pulled away and looked down. What was between his was near hers, with only the wet,cold and tight garment preventing it. and only she could remove at the moment and claim what they both so desperately needed and wanted. He felt like a hungry wolf desperate for his food.... and there was definitely no doubt she felt the same.
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[Arundel]

The woman's breathing was ragged as his fingers trailed down and gripped her thighs. Oh please! she wanted to beg, but kept her pleading internal. She wanted those hands to massage and caress another area. Another moan escaped her as he stood and carried her - an impressive feat because she was not a small woman - and pinned her to the wall. Oh Gods, yes. she whimpered to herself. The stones were cool against her blazing skin, but quickly warmed from their combined body heat. Everything was so hot. A small laughed coursed through her when he broke the kiss momentarily and she caught a glimpse behind him. The water had evaporated from the room. There was nothing but residual steam now. How fitting. It also seemed that the torches were burning brighter than before. Arundel looked back at his flushed face, cast in stark shadows by the dancing firelight.

She bit her lip and followed his gaze down. He was so ready. Another moan broke through, and she pushed against the guarded erection. A little clumsy from the lack of care she took, Arundel started to yank the wet vest from his drying torso. But when she realized he'd have to release her to take it off, she growled impatiently and ripped the garment at its shoulder seams. His bare chest rose and fell in a mirror of her erratic breathing. The Drykas ran her fingers down the corded muscle, and over the two hard peaks at his pectorals. She wanted to bite one, but couldn't wait. Her fingers trailed further - over his abdomen and through the smattering of hair below his navel. Her mouth hung open slightly and she kept eye contact with him. She wanted him to see what this was doing to her.

Her breathing hitched as her fingers brushed the waistband of his cut-off breeches. "Have been with woman?" she asked, her voice barely more than a groan. Without hesitation, her fingers hooked the cloth at his narrow hips and yanked down. Once over the rise of his flanks, the pants merely dropped to his ankles in a wet heap. Her eyes roamed down to see what she'd been waiting for. She was afraid her teeth would bite a hole straight into her lips. Arundel suppressed a whimper at the sight of his impressive erection standing below her ready in the open air. If only she could lower herself a few inches. Her hips pushed against his pelvic on their own accord, trying to find some of that precious, wonderful relief.

"Please!" she begged, clutching his shoulders in near desperation. She wanted to hear him moan again, and have him buried inside her. That first groan from his lips had sent an electrical jolt straight down to the small powerhouse at the junction of her legs. It throbbed now with each hammering beat of her heart, and when his fingers flexed reflexively on her thighs she gasped audibly. Liquid pleasure was starting to pool and bloom deep in her belly like a day lily that hadn't had sunlight in so long. It was delicious and she needed more. Her green eyes burned, and quickly her lips overtook his in another kiss. This one was more carnal. There was no asking permission. Her tongue pushed past the barrier of Kreig's teeth and overtook his mouth, greeting his own tongue with a hungry caress. Her body arched and writhed in his hands, and her legs wrapped around his waist. A quiet groan rumbled low in her throat.

[Kreig Messer]

She liked what she saw, Kreig thought as she pushed herself against him, sending a shiver a of pleasure throughout his body and releasing a moan. Her hands roamed over his body as she tried to remove his shirt, only to get frustrated as she ripped it off then roamed his flesh, her fingers sending shivers through out his body as she trailed his muscles till she reached beneath his abdomen and touched the hairs there. He looked into her eyes as he could see the fire in them, the passion and desire... the primal needs.

"F-first" He tried to say in Pavi , practically gasping the word out as she dropped his pants and revealed his manhood, standing at the ready and it was aching to claim her. It wanted to enter her forest and roam it freely, and she wished the same as she pressed against him. Kreig's body reacted on its own accord as he raised her slightly and positioned himself, Her kiss ravaging his mouth as he slowly lowered her. A feeling of pure bliss slowly began to take over as he slowly entered her, until finally in one deep plunge he was now deeply inside her, letting out a long moan as he slowly lifted her up and down, moving his own hips in accord. He was awkward, but he thought he was doing well as with every motion he felt please, he moved from her lips and down to her neck as he kissed her there repeatedly, hoping that his lover was gaining as much pleasure as he did, the animal side of him trying to do the best it can to meet her needs.

part of him hoped nothing wrong would happen, like the dream wouldn't throw a fat man rolling down a hill or some people appraising their... er... performance. He just wanted this new feeling to continue for as long as it could and that the person he was sharing with this was appreciating what he was trying to do, hoping the dream would make up for his inexperiance.

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