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RE: but your sweet sinless sensation is not my style; fox - lynx - 10-15-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires lynx RE: but your sweet sinless sensation is not my style; fox - Fox - 10-17-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see In this beautiful, perfect moment, all he can think is this is everything he has ever wanted. Her, warm and alive against his skin, the fire of passion licking between them. Her, acquiescing to the desire that he has always known lurks within, beneath the icy exterior and sharp, jaded words. Giving herself over to him to experience everything. To know pleasure as it should be known. Yes, he thinks. Those words are everything he has wanted to hear. With a hungry groan, he kisses her heated flesh ravenously before pulling her roughly against him. He is almost beyond thought now, wanting only to know the feel and taste of her. Within moments his knees are gripping her hips, his lips trailing along her spine, teeth scraping and kisses soothing. And then he’s inside her and nothing else in the world exists. Nothing matters more than bringing her to the peak of her pleasure. He is by turns gentle and rough, bringing her with him, moving with her until it is almost as though they have become one. He is both patient and impatient, determined that she will find as much pleasure as he. Lips teasing, hips rocking until they are both gasping. Until he is able to hold on no more. With a low, rumbling groan that vibrates through his chest, he presses his lips hotly against her shoulder. “Come with me Lynx,” he growls into her skin, voice hoarse, rough with desire. A few more perfect, blissful moments and he’s growling into her heated flesh, the shout muffled by her skin. For a moment, he holds her there, savoring the way she presses so sweetly against him, savoring the feel of her beneath. Then he’s easing off her, muzzle brushing gentle, almost possessive caresses along her hip, her ribs, her shoulder, until he’s pulling her against him. With a sigh, he holds her in his warm embrace, neck draped across her spine, his chin against her shoulder. Closing his eyes, he whispers her name, unable to prevent the raw note that invades the single syllable. “Lynx.” Fox RE: but your sweet sinless sensation is not my style; fox - lynx - 10-18-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires lynx RE: but your sweet sinless sensation is not my style; fox - Fox - 10-23-2018 My heart saw the things my eyes couldn't see Every touch and movement is perfection. The soft sounds she makes the most beautiful kind of music. He would hear it again and again if she let him. Would show her just how incredible this could be. Again and again. His entire body feels almost weightless as he holds her close to him, languid. And entirely too pleased with himself. He smiles against her skin as he presses kisses against her shoulder, soft and satisfied. “Mmmmm,” he murmurs, voice muffled, eyes half-lidded and slumberous. He presses close, enjoying the salt-tinged scent of her mingled with his own. For this one moment in time, she is his. Whether she would admit it or not. As his breathing settles, he begins to trace lazy patterns along the ghostly edges of white and delicious ebony. He stills when her soft question registers, lips lingering on her skin. For a moment, he is uncustomarily silent, his lips moving along her skin until his muzzle is buried in the fall of her mane. He rubs the curve of her crest briefly, before smiling faintly. “If it is done right, yes,” he finally responds, voice soft as his breath causes the stray hairs of her mane to flutter. He leaves the rest unsaid. She must know anyway. She’s seen enough thoughts to know not everyone cares so much about pleasure. Not everyone would treat her so well. The thought disturbs him. That she might ever be mistreated sends a pang through his heart and stirs a curious knot in his gut. But he brushes those thoughts aside. This moment is only for them. Only for the pleasure they had so willingly shared. At the moment, he has everything. She had allowed him to show her what this could truly be. And that is more than enough for him right now. Fox RE: but your sweet sinless sensation is not my style; fox - lynx - 10-27-2018 and all of us, we’re meant for the fire, but we keep rising up and walking the wires lynx |