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“Arthur,” Gwen gasps as his lips connect with her neck, Küssen a hot, wet trail from her ear to her collarbone, sending a thrill through her center. She reaches up and caresses the side of his head, the bare stubble there tickling her fingers as she gently holds him against her. How did I end up beneath him on my couch, Küssen like we’re both desperate for each other? Oh, that’s right. I invited him in for brunch. brunch that never got made, because he sagte my name and my knees turned to water and he came up behind me and kissed the side of my neck and my whole body cried out for him like a starved person who has just been offered a five-course meal.
Arthur mumbles something against the skin of her neck as his hand finds her breast, making her arch against him, craving the contact. The thin material of her dress suddenly feels too restrictive, too thick, too unnecessary, and she sighs as he slides one of the straps down her shoulder, Küssen it as he does so.
His lips return to hers, soft and pliable and feeling just as good as she imagined they would. No, better.
His warm tongue probes the interior of her mouth deliciously, meeting hers and yielding to it as she takes her turn to explore his mouth some more. He tastes so sweet, so good.
Her hands rove his back, and she feels Mehr evidence of that well-muscled torso beneath his t-shirt. She bunches the material in her fists, pulling on it slightly.
Arthur gets the hint and sits back for just a moment, kneeling between her knees amongst the bunched-up skirts of her dress, his storm-colored eyes searing into hers as he yanks the hemd, shirt off over his head, revealing to Gwen the beautifully muscled chest she was anticipating.
That, and a large, exquisitely detailed tattoo of a red and Gold dragon wrapped around his left shoulder.
“Wow,” she says, reaching up to touch it. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s…
“Beautiful,” she says, finishing her thought aloud.
He smiles warmly down at her, his eyes passion-dark. I’m glad she likes it.
He reaches down with his hand, and caresses her cheek. “Beautiful,” he echoes softly, and she pulls him back down to her waiting lips.
She moans as he kisses her to near-mindlessness, reaching up to slide the other strap of her dress down. Her hands rove his chest, slipping downward towards his belt.
He smiles against her lips just as she has a moment of pause. “Wait,” she says, her hands stilling at his belt.
He stops immediately, sitting back again, breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I…”
“No, I’m sorry,” she says, scooting back to sit Mehr upright. Wow. I only had to tell him once, and he stopped.
“I… I just don’t want Du to think…”
She smiles, and sighs. “You want to wait until Du hear what I’m going to say?”
“Proceed, my lady,” he waves his hand.
“I don’t want Du to think that I’m just doing this out of gratitude, or… that I’m easy oder loose. I’m not.”
He listens silently, politely, twining his fingers with hers. “I don’t think that at all.”
“Because I honestly never…
“I’ve let Du get further today than most of the men I’ve dated have ever gotten, actually. I’m a—”
“A good girl,” he finishes. “I know.
” He reaches over and caresses her cheek.
“I just don’t want Du to think less of me.”
“Guinevere,” he says quietly, “I have wanted Du from the first moment I saw Du walk down that street. A Monat ago. And now that I know that Du are as beautiful inside as Du are outside,” his thumb traces her cheekbone, “I don’t think there’s anything that could sully my opinion of you.”
She turns her face into his palm, and he adds, “I mean, unless Du turn out to be a bloke in drag oder something.”
She laughs suddenly, and his face lights up at the sound and sight of her laughter. He bites his lower lip, slowly releasing it as he gazes at her. How can he make what is surely an unconscious habit look so incredibly sexy?
she thinks, blushing and looking down at her lap.
His fingertips touch her chin, lifting her face. “We can stop if Du want to.”
She smiles and takes his hand in hers, bringing his fingers to her lips, Küssen them sweetly. She bites one fingertip lightly, then guides it down to her breast.
“Or not,” he says, his voice breaking.
She leans vorwärts-, nach vorn and kisses him. “I think I just needed to know that Du would
if I asked,” she whispers, pulling him back down over her.
“Your wish is forever my command,” he whispers just before he claims her lips with his once again. She brings her hands up to his head, her fingers bumping into the impenetrable three-inch Wand of hair bisecting his scalp.
“Your… hair is very… uncooperative,” she says between kisses.
He chuckles against her lips. “It used to be… longer.”
Her hands leave his head and she returns them to his belt, unfastening it this time as he trails down her neck again and he starts pulling at her dress. “Which way does this go?” he complains, not knowing which direction to pull.
“Here,” she says, sitting up again, Küssen him as she does so. She wriggles the dress out from beneath her and pulls it off over her head, tossing it to the floor.
“Oh,” he sighs, gazing down at her body. “Bloody hell,” his appreciation voiced in a soft curse, and he dives back in, his hands running along the skin he has so longed to touch, his lips capturing one of her breasts, bringing forth a sweet whimper from her lips.
She forgets herself for a short time, enjoying his attention, then remembers his trousers, reaching back down to unfasten them. She shoves at them impatiently, and he lifts his head.
“Careful, Love,” he cautions, nibbling her lips a bit.
She understands his warning when she realizes that he isn’t wearing any underwear. “Oh. Yes, I see,” she laughs.
Arthur kisses her again, then stands briefly to pull his jeans off, returning to her in no time.
He delves into her breasts again, closing his lips around a taut nipple, coaxing it stiffer, Mehr excited, Mehr sensitive. One hand drags down to trace a finger at the edge of her scant knickers, plain white but attractive and alluring nevertheless.
“Yes, Arthur,” she gasps, encouraging the hand to slip inside and touch her, the sensation like lightning shot through her spine.
“My stupid name actually sounds good
when Du say it,” he mutters against the skin of her breasts, teasing the skin there with his lips, relishing the sensation of her skin against them.
“Arthur,” she moans again, a plea, a prayer, as he pushes his hand in further to slide a finger inside her, warm and slick.
She helps him remove the last barrier between them, which he flings across the room. She slides her thighs along the outside of his hips, enticing him, as she reaches down with her hand to touch him.
“Oh, God,” he groans as her slender fingers trace the contours of his manhood, and he loses his mind just a little.
Gwen starts to guide him home, gently encouraging him. He resists a moment, asking, “Do we need…”
“I’m on the pill,” she gasps, arching up against him again, her need for him making her quite bold.
“In that case…” he says, Küssen her passionately as he pushes forward, sliding into her. She breaks the kiss, moaning softly and pressing her head back into the throw kissen beneath it.
Arthur moves swiftly but gently, his tender lovemaking a welcome surprise for Gwen. I would have expected him to be rougher, but he really is full of surprises.
She grips his shoulders, his neck, clinging to him, bringing her leg around his hip.
He leans back, grabs the leg and carefully moves it around, in front of him, resting it against his chest as he resumes thrusting, her delicate foot against his shoulder.
“Oh… ah…” she moans, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, his stomach.
He caresses her leg, up to her thigh, her backside, before turning his head to KISS her foot.
“Arthur!” she exclaims, her eyes flying open in surprise as she feels his tongue on her toes, sucking at them as he moves, adding an unexpectedly pleasurable layer of sensation.
Arthur slows his movements, drawing them out, torturing her as he continues to nibble and suck at her toes.
“Yes,” she sighs, stretching her body beneath him, grabbing his waist, his hips, anything she can reach, spurring him vorwärts-, nach vorn again, faster again.
“Faster?” he asks seductively, his hand trailing at her leg and he feels Gänsehaut rise on her soft skin.
“Yes!” she gasps, digging her fingers in where her hands rest at his hips.
He gently lowers her leg back around him and moves faster, harder, throwing his head back for a moment before tucking his head into her neck with a delicious growl. She feels so damn good, I can’t hold on much longer.
Gwen starts to cry out, her body quivering beneath him. She reaches up for his hands, threading her fingers through his, squeezing tightly as she screams in ecstasy, digging her nails into the backs of his hands. Wow
is Arthur’s last coherent thought before he drops down over her again, her hands still in his. He leans on their joined hands, pinning them on either side of her head. He crashes his lips onto hers as he releases into her, his whole body tense and taut. She sucks at his lips, and he feels as though she is drawing as much of him into her as she can.
Panting and slightly dizzy, he pulls his lips away with a gentle pecked KISS before gathering her in his arms as he relaxes over her. She strokes his back, trailing her fingers along his spine, running her palms across the broad flat muscles.
Arthur scoots to the side, cuddling her in his arms, tucking her hair behind her ear.
“You are amazing,” he tells her, leaning down to KISS her once more.
“You’re pretty amazing, too,” she says, her hand caressing his chest.
“That was just… wow.”
She giggles, tucking her head into his shoulder. His hand slides down her hip, and he lets his eyes rove over her body, noting the curve and shape of her, the play of the shadows on her skin, the way her hair falls here and there.
“Are Du hungry?” she asks.
“Hmm?” her words snap him from his reverie. “Yes, actually, I am. Still,” he smiles.
“Well, we would have been eating already but someone distracted me,” she says, standing and pulling her dress on over her head.
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