Lord, how had he gotten so lucky? His hand kept contact with Nyxa's skin as she dropped to her knees with him. Over the curve of her hip, softly up the pattern of her ribs. The gasp of concern she gave brought an affectionate curve to his lips, broadened by the comment she made. "I'm thinking you may be right." The words growl up his throat, only to be hushed by her lips against his.
She tastes like wine and spice, heady and intoxicating against his tongue. One hand reaches up to tangle in the thickness of her hair, the other sliding around to the small of her back. Breath hisses between his teeth as she breaks the connection. Already feeling a few degrees warmer than usual, his body reacts instantly to her touch. For a moment all he can do is breath, face buried in the crook of her of her neck as he swells in her grasp. A hard swallow passes his throat as her words penetrated the lusty fog in his brain. Ah. There it was. The heart of the matter that he'd known they were coming to.
With a lazy half-smile he rolled back on his heels. Hod had never been able to deny his wife of anything she wanted. Half the time it didn't matter, she would go and get most things on her own. Just one of the many things he'd always loved about her. Her dropped back to his knees and felt his way to cradle the back of her neck, leaning forward to kiss her forehead softly. "As you wish, Nyxa." He spoke the words like a promise. She was the best mother he could have dreamed of to bear his children, and he felt no small amount of pride when she was gravid with the product of their love. The fact that she wished to do so again was a wonderful gift.
Nyxa's body rose at his touch, as responsive to him as he was to her. He traced along the curve of her neckline, pleasantly surprised when he encountered more of her than expected. One thumb swept over an erect nipple, kneading the flesh in his palm before dipping his head to take the hard point in his mouth. His own body was getting needful, urging him to find his own euphoria within her. Sometimes it was quick and dirty like that, when they both needed the release. This was a special occasion, however.
He switched over to the other breast for a moment, before tipping them both over against a softly rising sand dune. He nuzzled against her neck, hiding his face in the lush jungle of her hair, kissing and nibbling the satin skin along her throat and collar bone. Meanwhile his hands developed minds of their own, wandering up and down the curves and plains of her, tugging at the thin strings that held her suit on. Easily unknotted bows gave way, leaving her body to catch the moonlight on all the secret parts of her.
His hips fitted against hers, rocking against the heat of her with only the thin fabric of his shorts between them. His hands moved freely along her skin, giving special attention to the places that made her gasp. When it felt right, he held her close, and rolled them both until he lay on his back with her above him. This was how he loved her best. In bright light he could see her faintly silhouetted, though that wasn't the case tonight. Still, the feeling he got when she rode him like the waves was one of the best sensations in the world.
@[Nyxa]
She tastes like wine and spice, heady and intoxicating against his tongue. One hand reaches up to tangle in the thickness of her hair, the other sliding around to the small of her back. Breath hisses between his teeth as she breaks the connection. Already feeling a few degrees warmer than usual, his body reacts instantly to her touch. For a moment all he can do is breath, face buried in the crook of her of her neck as he swells in her grasp. A hard swallow passes his throat as her words penetrated the lusty fog in his brain. Ah. There it was. The heart of the matter that he'd known they were coming to.
With a lazy half-smile he rolled back on his heels. Hod had never been able to deny his wife of anything she wanted. Half the time it didn't matter, she would go and get most things on her own. Just one of the many things he'd always loved about her. Her dropped back to his knees and felt his way to cradle the back of her neck, leaning forward to kiss her forehead softly. "As you wish, Nyxa." He spoke the words like a promise. She was the best mother he could have dreamed of to bear his children, and he felt no small amount of pride when she was gravid with the product of their love. The fact that she wished to do so again was a wonderful gift.
Nyxa's body rose at his touch, as responsive to him as he was to her. He traced along the curve of her neckline, pleasantly surprised when he encountered more of her than expected. One thumb swept over an erect nipple, kneading the flesh in his palm before dipping his head to take the hard point in his mouth. His own body was getting needful, urging him to find his own euphoria within her. Sometimes it was quick and dirty like that, when they both needed the release. This was a special occasion, however.
He switched over to the other breast for a moment, before tipping them both over against a softly rising sand dune. He nuzzled against her neck, hiding his face in the lush jungle of her hair, kissing and nibbling the satin skin along her throat and collar bone. Meanwhile his hands developed minds of their own, wandering up and down the curves and plains of her, tugging at the thin strings that held her suit on. Easily unknotted bows gave way, leaving her body to catch the moonlight on all the secret parts of her.
His hips fitted against hers, rocking against the heat of her with only the thin fabric of his shorts between them. His hands moved freely along her skin, giving special attention to the places that made her gasp. When it felt right, he held her close, and rolled them both until he lay on his back with her above him. This was how he loved her best. In bright light he could see her faintly silhouetted, though that wasn't the case tonight. Still, the feeling he got when she rode him like the waves was one of the best sensations in the world.
@[Nyxa]