Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 10:56:26 PM)
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Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 11:00:47 PM)
A sharp gasp would come as she felt the pressure from his finger tips pressed against the dark flesh of her nipples. Her head would leaned backwards and a deep rolling sound would come from her chest. It was the sound of rushing rapids swath in a purr. Her hips would push their down ward on his waist. The warmth from the meeting of her thighs became better felt against the thick rod that paid against his stomach. "So is that it? You think you can play my strings like your own personal fiddle? I am yours now so you can turn me on and do to me as you will?" Her brow would raise and her voice would go low, but she was not contesting him. It truly id seem as if she were asking him.
Armand Duplessis (Dec 9, 2010 11:08:24 PM)
*He rolled those dark and pert nubs of flesh between his fingers as he felt the tensions increasing between them. The stiff rod of his manhood quivered in excitement against the warm and soft skin of her belly. His fingers then relaxed to release her nipples as his palms flattened against the firm globes of her breasts and began to massage in tight circles.* Mmmm *he sighed* no, not at all. Not only would I never do that but I also know you would not stand for it. You have pride and I adore that in you more than I can express. *He leaned up and kissed her then just below her breasts before leaning back from his contortion.* There is a great trust between us and that is something more precious than anything in creation.
Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 11:15:45 PM)
"How is it that you know all of the right things to say to me hmm? It never fails.. in any situation you seem to soothe me as much as I smooth you. And I do know that I sooth you." Her hand reached down to caress the back of his hand as he leaned up to place the kiss upon her flesh. When she looked to him; she found it hard to see the tabacoo chewing, foul mouthed, swamp man that the Rabisu that taken up in a body. As he spoke of what was between them the corners of her mouth would ever so slightly pull upwards. She found herself touched in a a very particular way. She had not felt something like that in... eons if at all. Damn her memory.
Armand Duplessis (Dec 9, 2010 11:20:27 PM)
*He shrugged his thick shoulders and then drew his fingers down the length of her body* we are kindred spirits. In our case the spirit part literally. *He smiled as well and wondered if they had in fact known one another back in the day. They seemed so well in tune with one another it was hard to believe they had not.* And in spite of all of that feel free to just smack me if I am being an insufferable ass.
Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 11:26:13 PM)
"You are far from the realm of being an insufferable ass. if anything... " She paused and she shook her head. Her hair was backlit softly by the morning sun. The soft light of the budding day caused to appear innocent or maybe even a little closer towards the human perception of angelic. 'You are one of the few things in creature that seems to keep me grounded and focused. Though I've told you that already. I doubt that will ever change... When I am around you the difference is noticeable no matter how hard I try to hide. I think I first realized that when Sophie joined us last night. The poor thing nearly burst at the sight of us. "
Armand Duplessis (Dec 9, 2010 11:30:35 PM)
*He spent a moment just taking in the sight of her backlit as she was. Then shook his head and let his fingers wrap around her slender waist once more.* Why thank you the feeling is very mutual. And to be honest I think Sophie is better at putting things like that together than Jacqui could ever hope to be. *He was in her shadow from the angle of the light and he thought he always would be to some extent. He then lifted her ever so slightly causing his rigid length to slide lower down her stomach.* And you have the same affect on me....you smooth my harsher edges.
Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 11:38:17 PM)
HHer hips would easily side down his form. The feel of him pressing against her caused her muscles to clinch only slightly before he would enter in to her. Her head would lower as a long moan escaped her from the feeling of him pushing slowly inside of her. She would look down to him while they took pleasure in to each other's bodies. "Smooth your rough edges... I enjoy them. And.. would you really want to come to Julian's little party? I'm sure he's love to have you there. This book means a lot to hi and.... myself as well."
Armand Duplessis (Dec 9, 2010 11:42:43 PM)
*He let out a little gasp as they joined his arms going more fully around her so that his hands could toy along her spine in the manner they both loved so much. Their bodies drawn inexplicably together in such a sublime fashion as he looked up into her face* I will of course come if the both of you would want me there. But despite your love of my rough edges you will have to help me to make sure I do not eat with the wrong fork or something. *With their pelvises locked he ever so slowly undulated his hips against her. The movement so subtle as to barely be noted as movement other than the heady sensations it sent coursing through his form.*
Savannah Devereaux (Dec 9, 2010 11:48:35 PM)
"I really could care less about what you eat with. They are... just mortals anyway.. They don... oh... they don't meet our social class." The long she spoke the more strained and staggered. The bliss that he brought her was more than enough to distract her away from the conversation that she was poorly attempting to have. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his abdomen. Her body down would come down. Her chest pressed against his while their lips came together. Her lips kissed and her teeth pulled against his lips. The bed started to creak and moan against their activities.
Armand Duplessis (Dec 9, 2010 11:54:30 PM)
*He had certainly lost interest in conversation as well. His lips met hers and when she gave his that little tug of her teeth his head shot toward her as he returned the gesture in kind. His hips starting to lift fully from the protesting bed with each of their movements and small little grunts and groans escaping his lips as each stroke seemed to burry more deeply in her womb. His nails were soon raking fiery trails down her back and pressing her chest to his more snuggly. The full mounds of her breasts flattening out against him and causing yet another pleasure in the myriad pleasures of the flesh they were experiencing. After so long being deprived of sensation this was as blissful as a drug....yes that was it she was a drug and he was a hopeless addict.*