Post by Cesare DeFiore on Apr 28, 2012 21:27:26 GMT -8
Her animalistic hiss of pleasure sent a slight shiver through him and when her hands plunged under his shirt to rest against chiseled abs and scared skin he made a noise he was unaware of, deep in the back of his throat. His hands slipped off her back to catch hers before she could move them higher, to hold them where they were without trapping. Ces couldn’t quite swallow his heart out of his throat or mute the catch of breath as she flicked her tongue out to caress his lower lip before kissing him hard, their tongues dancing in a rhythm that worked and was good enough to burn. When Sezja’s hands began to slide to either side of him he let them, allowing his own to slip around her and slide over her back. Muscles flexed under the soft cloth of the nightie as he let his fingers slide down, following the swooping line of her spine to settle at her lower back. She felt so good.
When her fingernails dug into sensitive skin he let out a sharp hiss and when she pulled him forward with her he was helpless to stop her. He had no idea where they were going nor did he particularly care at the moment; he just knew this felt good and he didn’t want it to end. So when Sezja finally broke off the kiss he felt a slight pang of sadness. He watched her hungrily as she kneeled down on what appeared to be a canvas sheet of some sort, only now making the connection that the pair was now probably in her workroom. Why were they in her workroom? Why was she so damn hot? His wandering train of thought was quickly brought abruptly back into focus by a tug on the waist band of his jeans. Hazel eyes met blood-red and Ces couldn’t stop the small part of his brain that was still functioning from thinking that that was not quite right. She shouldn’t have red eyes should she? Not a moment later a husky sounding whisper drifted up to him and it was nothing short of intoxicating.
”Cesare, come to me…”
And he did.