Fancy meeting you here
12-08-2014, 11:18 PM
His name on her lips still echoed in his skull, pulling his russet lips back into a satisfied smirk. He would slip from her back, her tiny form flopping wearily against his own. His legs would fold, lowering them both to snowy earth, the frozen substance cooling his overheated body. His own jaws parted to match her own pant, his breath clouding before him. Satisfaction rolled through, tingling all over his entire frame. Weariness tugged at his bones, his body demanding rest. For a moment he sat in silence, listening to her rapid breaths that were like music to his ears. He would curl around her, not giving her a choice as he forced her into his embrace. Where do you come from? His voice was soft as he peered down at her, his expression hooded, but curious. Now that he was no longer thinking about fucking her brains out, he wanted to know more about her. He wanted to know her story, everything about her. He planned on being a perfect gentlemen. At least until he recovered and his body once more craved hers. Speech, |