|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 0:12:02 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, tilting his head.
"You know," he said, kissing his fingers. "You are being very seductive. I think I'm having a hard time not taking you up stairs." He smiled at her, giving himself another crape.
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 7:35:21 GMT -5
Mica smiled at him as her eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm sorry." she told him as the smile crept into the corners of her mouth. "But I find myself having a hard time not taking you right here." She put her finger in her mouth, pulling it out slowly, tasting the powdered sugar on it as she continued to look into his eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 13:26:25 GMT -5
Bruce smiled, taking his finger and dipping it in powdered sugar. He held it to her lips as he took another bite using his other hand.
"I'm sorry to inconvenience you," he said, staring into her eyes with a coy smile. "But you see, I accidentally got powdered sugar on my finger."
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 17:43:49 GMT -5
Mica leaned forward as he held his finger out to her. Slowly she took it gently into her mouth. Her tongue pulling slowly as she licked the sugar from his skin. She pulled back her head slowly as she looked deeply into his eyes. “There,” she asked him, “is that better?”
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 20:10:15 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, a slight blush upon his cheeks.
"Yes," he said. "Much better." He looked into her eyes as he felt his passion rising. He took her hand in his as he kissed her, placing her hand between his thighs as his body responded to her, growing as it anticipated her skin.
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 20:19:16 GMT -5
Mica smiled as she looked into his eyes. Her hand gently rubbing the fabric where he had placed her hand. "Is there something wrong?" she asked him innocently.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 20:39:56 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, then frowned.
"You know," he said, acting as if something truly were wrong. "I think I need to have my saddle adjusted. Or maybe its just me that needs to be adjusted." He kissed her cheek softly, winking, then ate another crape.
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 21:21:32 GMT -5
Mica pushed her breakfast away. She sat, staring into his eyes as her hand worked the fabric in her grasp. A soft smile played upon her lips as she slowly slid from her chair under the table. She moved to him as she as she removed the fabric and continued with her...breakfast.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 22:29:52 GMT -5
Bruce smiled as Mica moved to have more breakfast. He put his hands on either side of her head, stopping her. He smiled, then backed his chair away and pulled her to her feet. He shook his head at her.
"You're doing it all wrong," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. He sat down, holding both her hands before him, near his waist. He pulled her down to him, his hands holding hers at his waist. Kissing her cheek softly, moving to her neck, he rubbed her hands over his tender skin. "That is better for a started." He smiled at her, giving her a slight bump.
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 20, 2008 22:41:14 GMT -5
Mica smiled as Bruce pulled her to her feet and led her to the couch. She laughed softly as he gave her a slight bump. She knelt before him, feeling his hands guide her as he kissed her cheek and moved to her neck. “What would you have me do next?” she said in a soft voice as she gently caressed him.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 20, 2008 22:54:42 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, releasing her hands and leaning back against the couch.
"Anything you wish," he said, turning on some music. "I will do whatever you ask of me. Ask me to bend over backwards, and I'll try. I may break my back but I'll try. Ask me to leave you be, I will. Ask me to love you, I will. Ask me to feel you as you love me, I will. Ask me, and I will."
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 0:33:09 GMT -5
Mica smiled. “I only wish to love you.” She looked into his eyes as she resumed her caress of him. Her head lowered as her hair fell softly across him. Her soft loving bringing a firm resolve to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 13:07:31 GMT -5
Bruce sighed as he felt Mica upon him.
"Then love me," he said softly. "I will not protest.....Mica." He said her name softly as he felt himself growing excited, readying for her love. The soft sounds of the birds outside drowned out the sounds of their love, though he knew it was not to last that way.
|
|
|
|
Post by micaylah on Oct 21, 2008 18:41:59 GMT -5
Mica loved him, working him into the pleasure that she wanted to bring him to. Her hands softly caressing him as her lips loved him.
|
|
|
|
Post by taran on Oct 21, 2008 19:34:19 GMT -5
Bruce smiled at her, stopping her. He stood, pulling her to stand with him as he pulled her pants to her knees. He laid length wise on the couch, smiling at her.
"It isn't fair," he said, taking his hands and placing them on her hips, pulling her to him.
|
|
