|
|
Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 13:51:10 GMT -5
Galen couldn't describe how wonderful it felt to have his lips touching her neck again after all this time, to have her taste on his tongue again. He swept it over the place where he'd kissed her, pulling back slightly to exhale raggedly over her damp skin as she shifted her hips, rubbing subtly against him. Oh, how he'd missed her touch... This was bad, it was far too intoxicating, and he wasn't sure what they were doing but Merlin, he didn't want it to end. Danna tilted her head away, allowing him more room to explore, and her breath was shaky as he continued to kiss her slowly. His hands began moving over her stomach, rubbing slowly in circles over her sides before bringing them back to the front. He continued pressing slow, open kisses to her neck, occasionally bathing her skin with his tongue, working his way up to her ear with no hurry at all. When he finally reached it he gave a little, teasing flick of his tongue against the lobe, pulling away just slightly so their faces were mere centimeters apart.
|
|
|
|
Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 14:08:18 GMT -5
Danna stopped breathing, struggling to keep herself in control as his tongue moved over her skin and shivered as she felt his hot breath. Galen's lips and tongue continued to move across her neck as his hands explored her body. Every move he made was unraveling her mind further, every flick of his tongue shooting straight through her pussy. It was too much. It wasn't good. She had to leave. But when she turned her face to his, finding them only centimeters apart, she wasn't sure what to do. His mouth looked so delicious. So warm and wet and yummy. And his hardness was beneath her and his hands were on her and God she wanted more of it. Danna made to move closer, but gasped and pulled back just slightly, hands gripping the arms of the chair, pleading with herself to bolt. She should snap at him, at least. Make him stop. Wanted to beg him...No. She couldn't, wouldn't do that. Never. What was he doing to her? She nearly asked, mouth parting, starting to form the words, but she pressed them tightly shut. She wouldn't. Couldn't. Not that. Never...
But Merlin how she wanted to. Please, she begged mentally. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me, please, please, please...
|
|
|
|
Post by GALEN CROSS on Nov 28, 2012 14:40:38 GMT -5
Merlin, how he wanted to kiss her. It was unbelievable, the sheer temptation that threatened to take him over. She was so close, her lips nearly on his already. He was sure she would kiss him, but she just gasped and pulled back a bit, and Galen was almost surprised to see what he saw in her green eyes. It was fear. She was afraid. This connection between them was so raw and powerful and Galen felt it too, the sheer force of it and he'd be lying to say it didn't scare him also. She was his captor, she tormented him daily, would likely kill him and his family, and yet they just couldn't resist each other. It was so hard to remember all of that when she was in his lap, her arousal pressing against his, and when he so desperately wanted to touch and kiss her everywhere. But wasn't that exactly the point? Wasn't that exactly why this couldn't happen?
Galen wasn't sure which side of him to listen to anymore. For once, he had no idea what he was doing. His body wanted one thing, his mind screamed another, and Galen was caught in between, just staring at her, his eyes captivated by hers.
|
|
|
|
Post by DANNA DEVILLE on Nov 28, 2012 14:45:59 GMT -5
It was too good and it was too hard to walk away. She wanted him. Badly. His eyes were too blue and his breath was too warm and his lips were too tempting. And she was too aroused. Kiss him part of her begged. Kiss me!
"This was fun," she whispered, gathering all of her strength to stand up on shaky, rubbery legs and grabbed the tray, holding it close to her chest, trying hard not to run as she swiftly walked towards the staircase.
|
|
