(ooc: is the steaming fogging your glasses yet? this *might* slip into an
r rating. i'll try to be a good girl, though. (yea, right) )
> He let her drift down and did not rush her. His body was quivering now...
>
> >Her hands found their way to the fastener at the waistband of his jeans.
> >Independent of the kissing, they released the fastener and eased down the
> >zipper. They soothed the flesh that had been confined by the waistband
> >until they were finally joined by her lips.
>
> Lorin moaned in exhiliration and gently placed his hands on her head.
> Thinking was simply not possible, he simply let himself be embraced by her
> and entranced himself within their passion.
She stopped, knowing that he could not remain on his feet much longer, and
they were too old to appreciate the floor much anymore. She dropped
to her knees and removed his shoes, casting them to the floor near the
abandoned shirt. Next, she slid the jeans down his legs, coincidentally
making frequent contact with his legs as she went.
Leaving the pants behind with the other clothing, Candance rose to her
feet. Again, her hands took every opportunity to caress his legs as she
stood. They seemed to be everywhere on his body. With one conspicuous
exception.
Finally, her hands captured his and turned them so that the palms faced
up. She kissed each palm. Her eyes travelled up his body, the black orbs
picked up the limited lighting and seemed to glow as they made almost a
physical contact with his form.
She met his eyes and held them as she whispered with a husky contralto,
"Come to bed, my Love."
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