02-12-2012, 03:30 PM
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He tried to fight, tried to resist and do the right thing for her and for Teo in his own world and assumptions but Gemma was a master of fishing for the male of her species, reeling them in with her bait as easily as if they had already been beached, her father had taught her well in the art of what men liked and every male since then had only added her knowledge of the opposite sex, socially she was as inept as a simpleton but when it came to sex and seduction, Gemma knew many ways and means, her teachers had been thorough and demanding.
Her back arched from the sofa as eyes shielded themselves from the world, cloaking her unraveled gaze from his own for several seconds. In those few ticks of time he seemed to come to his decision about where his loyalties laid. The hand upon her leg caused her eyes to pop open again, blue ocean slits amongst the sea of white. The scent of his arousal as it whirled around her with a cocoon of sin was thick and heady, she breathed it in lustfully like a suffocating person would do air, nostrils flaring again and again. A rich whine came from her throat in response to his spoken words and as he lunged forwards towards her. Another time, another place, another man and this sudden movement would have scared her or made her flinch. But she was safe here, protected. He would not hurt her, not the broken souls that resided within her flesh.
His words were raw and primal and suffused with need, want, lust. He did not deliver upon the promised satisfaction however, instead he teased and tormented holding himself away from her despite her desperate pleas, a larger paw running through her twists and curls. The coywolf felt a brave flash stab through her and nipped at his finger in a rare act of defiance. Her mouth seemed to dry of all moisture while his paws continued on down her body, and the attempt to wetten her nose with a sandpaper tongue was in vain as there was nothing to wet it with.
Blood pounded in her ears with the racing of her heart, excitement fueling its flight. She knew he cared for her in his way, although she didn't need the emotion it was an added bonus. Being with people who would ask some of the time instead of just take, take, take was a nice and very well welcomed change. She enjoyed strutting herself around as she did but now she did it because she enjoyed it and not because some man was forcing her to. Intelligent thought was wiped from her mind as he demonstrated just how deeply his knowledge went and the skill with which he used his know how.
She quickly found herself surrounded by delicious, delicious pleasure and his small home echoed with her cries of completion. Her breathing was harsh and her voice now quiet again, trembling fiercely with soft whimpers, and more pleading begs that were disjointed and cut off by her pants,
"Please.. I need.."
He tried to fight, tried to resist and do the right thing for her and for Teo in his own world and assumptions but Gemma was a master of fishing for the male of her species, reeling them in with her bait as easily as if they had already been beached, her father had taught her well in the art of what men liked and every male since then had only added her knowledge of the opposite sex, socially she was as inept as a simpleton but when it came to sex and seduction, Gemma knew many ways and means, her teachers had been thorough and demanding.
Her back arched from the sofa as eyes shielded themselves from the world, cloaking her unraveled gaze from his own for several seconds. In those few ticks of time he seemed to come to his decision about where his loyalties laid. The hand upon her leg caused her eyes to pop open again, blue ocean slits amongst the sea of white. The scent of his arousal as it whirled around her with a cocoon of sin was thick and heady, she breathed it in lustfully like a suffocating person would do air, nostrils flaring again and again. A rich whine came from her throat in response to his spoken words and as he lunged forwards towards her. Another time, another place, another man and this sudden movement would have scared her or made her flinch. But she was safe here, protected. He would not hurt her, not the broken souls that resided within her flesh.
His words were raw and primal and suffused with need, want, lust. He did not deliver upon the promised satisfaction however, instead he teased and tormented holding himself away from her despite her desperate pleas, a larger paw running through her twists and curls. The coywolf felt a brave flash stab through her and nipped at his finger in a rare act of defiance. Her mouth seemed to dry of all moisture while his paws continued on down her body, and the attempt to wetten her nose with a sandpaper tongue was in vain as there was nothing to wet it with.
Blood pounded in her ears with the racing of her heart, excitement fueling its flight. She knew he cared for her in his way, although she didn't need the emotion it was an added bonus. Being with people who would ask some of the time instead of just take, take, take was a nice and very well welcomed change. She enjoyed strutting herself around as she did but now she did it because she enjoyed it and not because some man was forcing her to. Intelligent thought was wiped from her mind as he demonstrated just how deeply his knowledge went and the skill with which he used his know how.
She quickly found herself surrounded by delicious, delicious pleasure and his small home echoed with her cries of completion. Her breathing was harsh and her voice now quiet again, trembling fiercely with soft whimpers, and more pleading begs that were disjointed and cut off by her pants,
"Please.. I need.."