[M] I can only tell you what it feels like

Anatoliy Russo · 10-17-2010, 10:01 PM

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His beautiful woman - for he felt able to call her that now - was fierce and strong. And he liked it, oh so much. He liked that she was not so much a delicate daisy as a prickly rose; she was still pretty and nice, but to the careless fool she stung and cut. Anatoliy had been quite the careless fool not to realize just how much she meant to him and just how much he liked those things about her. What was there not to like about her? She was just so very... appealing.

She shoved him against the log house he had helped her, and others, to build. They were touching and any distance that existed between them was small. It made his skin feel hotter as he let his hands grab her hips roughly and pull her closer to him. He wanted more, so much more, it was such a pressing desire. But Anann pulled away from him, getting a slight growl of protest out of him as he leaned in a very brief attempt to keep the contact going. As he leaned, Anatoliy moved his hands to get a rise out of her, letting them go a little to low before returning them to her waist. Her words were like soft music in his ear that only made his skin flush ever hotter and his hands want more to hold onto. Somewhere in the back of his mind he noticed where her hands were on his hips as she whispered to him, but he ignored it as his mind focused on the meaning of her words.

"I vant all of you," answered the Russo, his voice low and husky as his focus shifted to her wandering hands. "All of you." He kissed her, hands running from her hips, over her lower stomach and up. He ran them up to her chest, delighting in feeling her in his hands, and cupping her face as he passionately gave her a long, rough kiss. There was so much more to describe what he wanted from her, what he wanted from all of her. Most of all he wanted his body to feel hers and to feel as though she was another part of him.

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