He likes the feel of her in his embrace, the press of her chest to his as they breathe against one another. She is not truly delicate, or fragile. Like him her presence is a weight, a heaviness in the air that can’t be ignored. Bardot takes up space with her boldness and is fearless in her desires. She does not compliment him, she rises up and collides with him. Is she always this way or is this his alone? Why does he wonder?
“Oh it certainly is.” Murmurs the blue stallion, nipping the corner of her mouth before she pulls away. “I don’t think I will need to catch you.” Already he knows that she will be eager, will play with him but will submit gleefully. He reaches out and returns her nip in kind, just behind her shoulder blade, his tone smug almost… playful… almost. His skin shivers under Bardot’s brazen touch and he tosses a dark intrigued look back at her but says nothing else. His attention is drawn to her flagging tail and the curve of her rump beside him, she smells like desire, he loves when the flowers disappear into the scent of her lust heated skin. Already their breathing is loud over the river rapids beyond them that rumble and hiss, and the stridulation of grasshoppers from the meadow. He and Bardot are on their own but bound to scandalize someone, as this is not a secluded area and they are not about to engage in a businesslike transaction. Bardot is not a woman one quickly ruts upon and sets loose. She is ravenous, and he owes her satisfaction. He has been craving her, and is happy to oblige.
Tunnel snaps his dark tail against his hocks, but does not move too quickly. He reaches out from beside her to kiss his way down the curve of her rump to the back of her thigh. He works his way back up, testing her, seeing what she will do when he touches her here. He can’t reach anything more interesting than her curves just yet, and sticks where he is just because of that. Yes, she is ravenous but she is also frustrating and deserves frustration in turn.
@Bardot
