| Subject: Chapter 241 - Part 2 (18 and above) |
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KatherineG.
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Date Posted: Monday, May 01, 06:59:04am
In reply to:
KatherineG.
's message, "Dreams in the Dark" on Monday, May 01, 06:55:47am
It was this desire which moved her--this and a sheer, unbearable need to be as close to him as possible, to have the memory of everything he was. Her lips touched his chest, starting to kiss her way down--her gaze locked to his surprised, aroused eyes. Just the fact that she was carrying his child was only half-enough for her, the feral claim of her mate never a complete fulfillment, however shattering and sweet--always leaving her wanting even more; she felt him shudder against her, as her tongue traced down, tempting the top of the line of curls which led to the part of him her body missed the most. Still, she was so glad that she had this reminder, that she would be able to feel some remnant of him still inside her, even after he was gone; she moaned, moving closer to her current goal--now on her knees. Any method he would use to claim her would only be one she most desperately wanted; she grinned, watching his widened gaze. She couldn't wait to show him this now.
Christ. He couldn't even bear to watch her, his head falling back in delight, as his wonderful lover arrived at this throbbing part of him--uncertain he could take the joy of her very giving mouth. As much as he loved the way she gave into him--her utter, instinctive, whimpering arousal and submissiveness, when he was most crazed to love her into a frenzy--he hadn't asked for a gift such as this, would have made no such demands. He never had. His eyes closed tighter, as her lips teased so lightly, up and down, just over the sensitive skin of his shaft. But that she was willing to give such a present to him so freely . . .
Neither of them were complaining, both quite lost to this reintroduction to their one, real lover. Both of them had also temporarily forgotten all the more tender sides of their union--their more prosaic and gentle desires to raise their child as one. This was a moment not for the still-unseen Adrian but for his parents. And, though he would never know a single detail, it would epitomize all the fury of their most intimate love.
This was an unspoken truth just now, neither of them thinking in terms of anything but their adoration and the moment. Michael couldn't even speak, as her hands wrapped around his length, her tongue tracing up along him; he could only groan, his heart pounding so very quickly, as she pulled the looser skin down, revealing the tender head. Her moaning, "I love you" was nearly the last of his sense--his fists clenched so tightly at his sides to retain anything like control. But then he felt her there--just where his body ached for her--and all he could do was moan.
Her own sound joined his, as she regained the wonderful taste of her lover--her whole body shivering in thanks. From the first time he had allowed her to roam, she had been so incredibly grateful for the experience--every part of her aching for him, nothing subtle left in her. Now, his cockhead beat against her widely-opened lips, his scent so musky--his moan mixing with her own; she couldn't stand it, could never have enough. A smile formed around his throbbing flesh, her tongue taunting him there. And she did adore that he seemed to love all of her ministrations now.
Her mouth showed him her appreciation, moving up and down along the top part of his shaft so tightly, so slowly, as his moans grew louder still. With every taste of him, she shivered, needing more--the honey quickly escaping where her body begged the most, not certain how much longer she could wait. Her rhythm over him grew faster, needing more of his taste. She didn't want to let him go, wanting every part of him she could have. Oh, God. There was just never, never enough.
Christ--he agreed, was shaking furiously, unable to withstand the sheer heat she created in his body and soul. Her lips were tight around his aching shaft, her mouth so wet--her movements over him faster now, making him ache; he risked looking at her--and groaned furiously, his lover so beautiful, clearly so hungry. It was just too much, the need for more of her pounding through his blood and flesh. If he didn't stop her soon . . .
He knew he couldn't take it, allowed himself to touch her hair only lightly--afraid of what he might do, had he tried anything more. "Ni-ki-ta," he moaned, needing to stop her--but both her hands surrounded him strongly, pulling along his throbbing cock in her incredible rhythm, until he wasn't at all certain he would live. His words were a groaning plea. "If you don't stop, I'm going to come." It was only going to take about another split second, before his fraying control was left entirely in rags.
She knew this, moaned, as she made herself let him go--but her eyes were so loving, the plea there so genuine; she hadn't even realized her own motives, before she spoke--the hunger for him blanching out everything else. "Don't let anyone else touch you like this, Michael. Please." She moaned in sorrow at the thought--knowing very well how men behaved, when they were away from their wives. "Don't let anyone else please you but me."
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