05-06-2009, 04:39 AM
He knew the things he did to her were both cruel and thrilling at the same time and some savage part of him loved the fact that he controlled her ebbs and flow of lust and desire with the brush of lips and the slow trail of his tongue. Perhaps it was just the animal within or a revisiting of the darker side he so tempted once but as he felt the tensing of her fingers within his mane a smile spread across his maw, lifting his lips from her body as slowly inch by inch he let his fingers trace trails lightly over her hips, across her navel and to linger right above the netherlips that housed the pearl that with the merest touch he would drive her over the edge. Yet as his fingers softly caressed the outer rim of her secret garden they dared not enter.
So sweet was the scent of the woman and the subtle taste of her skin. The motions and actions of Anu registered slightly in the back of his mind but the attention he payed her anxious flesh was his number one priority. Lingering gentle kissed along her body with the tantalizing dance his tongue made across her feminine curves drew his own body's lust for what she had to give to high gear as his arousal became even more noticeable with ever twitch, shudder and sigh he drew from her soft flesh.
Suddenly it seemed the the beast within the once frail beauty had emerged as DaVinci found himself under the same tools of pleasure he'd bestowed on the woman just moments before. He couldn't help himself as a soft quiet moan escaped his lips as for just one moment the woman stopped. His fingers still dance across her back and along her ribs, delicately brushing her sensitive nipples as he found himself a prisoner to the same cruel ways he'd been played along her skin the whole time. He smiled as he caught the glance of her heavenly eyes as he pulled her close, pressing their forms together, the heat and intensity of the pure raw passion nearly driving him over the edge.
With each touch, with each brush of contact a fire blazed in his blood and raced along his flesh, the utter chaos of it all was too sweet to even try and find words for. There were no words or reasons to try and describe the scene as the storm that brewed in his eyes came to a head as her claws dug into his flesh. A wicked smile gracing his lips as he lowered his head back down to taste of her nectar and dine of the sweet honey. He could feel her fingers playing music upon his form, the lingering touch along his hips causing him to shudder as he almost lost track of his own course. It was turning into more that he could stand as his lips and tongue left a moist trail down back towards her secret garden, flickering once, twice at the pearl within before pulling away from her body, feeling the yeilding of her flesh at his touch.
Supporting himself above her he was aware of the placement of her hands as the arching of her body gave away that he'd brought her to the edge. Now his only concern was sending her farther beyond the edge of control, where you were just along for the ride and nothing more. Moving one leg to where his knee rested between her legs he traced a finger lightly along her thigh, teasing and taunting closer and closer to the netherlips that were waiting for him to give in. He wanted her to beg for what he had and as he shifted his body closer, his taunt member brushing up against the moist folds of flesh, teasing at the gate but always pulling back as the arches of her demand tried to drive him forward. His voice whispered softly, "How far.." how far was she willing to go, how badly did she want this. The choice was hers and he wanted to know if she was ready.
So sweet was the scent of the woman and the subtle taste of her skin. The motions and actions of Anu registered slightly in the back of his mind but the attention he payed her anxious flesh was his number one priority. Lingering gentle kissed along her body with the tantalizing dance his tongue made across her feminine curves drew his own body's lust for what she had to give to high gear as his arousal became even more noticeable with ever twitch, shudder and sigh he drew from her soft flesh.
Suddenly it seemed the the beast within the once frail beauty had emerged as DaVinci found himself under the same tools of pleasure he'd bestowed on the woman just moments before. He couldn't help himself as a soft quiet moan escaped his lips as for just one moment the woman stopped. His fingers still dance across her back and along her ribs, delicately brushing her sensitive nipples as he found himself a prisoner to the same cruel ways he'd been played along her skin the whole time. He smiled as he caught the glance of her heavenly eyes as he pulled her close, pressing their forms together, the heat and intensity of the pure raw passion nearly driving him over the edge.
With each touch, with each brush of contact a fire blazed in his blood and raced along his flesh, the utter chaos of it all was too sweet to even try and find words for. There were no words or reasons to try and describe the scene as the storm that brewed in his eyes came to a head as her claws dug into his flesh. A wicked smile gracing his lips as he lowered his head back down to taste of her nectar and dine of the sweet honey. He could feel her fingers playing music upon his form, the lingering touch along his hips causing him to shudder as he almost lost track of his own course. It was turning into more that he could stand as his lips and tongue left a moist trail down back towards her secret garden, flickering once, twice at the pearl within before pulling away from her body, feeling the yeilding of her flesh at his touch.
Supporting himself above her he was aware of the placement of her hands as the arching of her body gave away that he'd brought her to the edge. Now his only concern was sending her farther beyond the edge of control, where you were just along for the ride and nothing more. Moving one leg to where his knee rested between her legs he traced a finger lightly along her thigh, teasing and taunting closer and closer to the netherlips that were waiting for him to give in. He wanted her to beg for what he had and as he shifted his body closer, his taunt member brushing up against the moist folds of flesh, teasing at the gate but always pulling back as the arches of her demand tried to drive him forward. His voice whispered softly, "How far.." how far was she willing to go, how badly did she want this. The choice was hers and he wanted to know if she was ready.