But then Farkas peeled off his shirt and Amielle was sure her mouth gaped.
'Thank you, Mara...Dibella...Sanguine.'
She had never seen a body like it. His shoulders were broad and his arms...gods his arms! She was sure they were thicker than her thighs. Her eyes followed a delicious smattering of dark hair down over his well-defined pecs and down to his abs that rippled when he bent over her and crawled up her body.
Then he kissed her and all worries about her own body disappeared. His tongue was hot and writhing in her mouth and his hands were back on her legs, sliding up to grip her thighs. She wrapped them around him again, relishing the weight of his body on top of her. She let her hands roam, fingertips trailing down his back and feeling every muscle hidden beneath his pale skin.
His large fingers pulled at the tie of her robe and he quickly pushed it off her. Then he started pulling up her nightdress again and she wiggled so he could pull it off over her head. He tossed it to the side, joining his shirt somewhere on the floor.
So there she lay, completely bare beneath the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes upon. He sat back to look at her again and she felt her face burn, squirming under his silent stare. Then his smiled wolfishly, his expression identical to a starving animal who had found its prey. He descended on her breasts without warning, tonguing her nipples and squeezing her soft flesh until she was writhing.
All she could think about was seeing him naked. About his cock rubbing between her legs, about how it had been so long since she had slept with Amasius all those years ago -
"Oh!" She moaned louder than she intended as he sucked hard on her left nipple and one of his thighs slipped between her legs. He licked his way over to her right nipple and Amielle's eyes half-closed, feeling as though she was caught in some dream in one of her sister's favourite romance novels.
His thigh shifted between her legs and she whimpered, remembering her earlier fantasies. Unable to deny herself, she pressed herself against him, grinding down and gasping at the friction. Knowing she was leaving a wet patch on his breeches made it even more pleasurable but she couldn't deny she wanted to feel his bare skin against her.
As he lavished bites and kisses on her neck and chest, she groped for the waistband of his breeches. "Off." Was all she could say coherently.
His laugh vibrated against her skin and shivered, missing his heat as he moved off her, pulled off his boots and unlaced his breeches. Amielle couldn't stop herself sitting up a little to watch. He noticed and smiled again, completely comfortable with her gaze on him. Once the laces were loosened, he pulled his breeches down and threw them off to join the other clothes.
Now, Amielle was sure she was drooling.
His cock was thick and so gorgeously hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. Her fingers ached to touch it, to stroke him until he begged and pleaded to be inside her. 'Another night.' She promised herself, hoping that this would be happening again. Now all she could think about was having him inside her. She could only imagine the pure ecstasy that would come with him filling her...
He clambered over her, propping himself up with one hand by her head as he kissed her deeply and squeezed her hip. Then his hand moved down and his fingers slipped between her thighs.
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F!DB/Farkas + Barbas: A Dog's Loyalty 7/9
Date: 2014-06-23 09:46 pm (UTC)'Thank you, Mara...Dibella...Sanguine.'
She had never seen a body like it. His shoulders were broad and his arms...gods his arms! She was sure they were thicker than her thighs. Her eyes followed a delicious smattering of dark hair down over his well-defined pecs and down to his abs that rippled when he bent over her and crawled up her body.
Then he kissed her and all worries about her own body disappeared. His tongue was hot and writhing in her mouth and his hands were back on her legs, sliding up to grip her thighs. She wrapped them around him again, relishing the weight of his body on top of her. She let her hands roam, fingertips trailing down his back and feeling every muscle hidden beneath his pale skin.
His large fingers pulled at the tie of her robe and he quickly pushed it off her. Then he started pulling up her nightdress again and she wiggled so he could pull it off over her head. He tossed it to the side, joining his shirt somewhere on the floor.
So there she lay, completely bare beneath the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes upon. He sat back to look at her again and she felt her face burn, squirming under his silent stare. Then his smiled wolfishly, his expression identical to a starving animal who had found its prey. He descended on her breasts without warning, tonguing her nipples and squeezing her soft flesh until she was writhing.
All she could think about was seeing him naked. About his cock rubbing between her legs, about how it had been so long since she had slept with Amasius all those years ago -
"Oh!" She moaned louder than she intended as he sucked hard on her left nipple and one of his thighs slipped between her legs. He licked his way over to her right nipple and Amielle's eyes half-closed, feeling as though she was caught in some dream in one of her sister's favourite romance novels.
His thigh shifted between her legs and she whimpered, remembering her earlier fantasies. Unable to deny herself, she pressed herself against him, grinding down and gasping at the friction. Knowing she was leaving a wet patch on his breeches made it even more pleasurable but she couldn't deny she wanted to feel his bare skin against her.
As he lavished bites and kisses on her neck and chest, she groped for the waistband of his breeches. "Off." Was all she could say coherently.
His laugh vibrated against her skin and shivered, missing his heat as he moved off her, pulled off his boots and unlaced his breeches. Amielle couldn't stop herself sitting up a little to watch. He noticed and smiled again, completely comfortable with her gaze on him. Once the laces were loosened, he pulled his breeches down and threw them off to join the other clothes.
Now, Amielle was sure she was drooling.
His cock was thick and so gorgeously hard, jutting out from a thatch of dark hair. Her fingers ached to touch it, to stroke him until he begged and pleaded to be inside her. 'Another night.' She promised herself, hoping that this would be happening again. Now all she could think about was having him inside her. She could only imagine the pure ecstasy that would come with him filling her...
He clambered over her, propping himself up with one hand by her head as he kissed her deeply and squeezed her hip. Then his hand moved down and his fingers slipped between her thighs.