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 Female x Male  BDSM  Erotica Aperture Erotica | Libra x Rhizome

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Rhizome, Sep 19, 2018.

  1. Libra

    Libra Spooky Little Pumpkin Member

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    Her breath caught as his lips made contact with her neck. She closed her eyes, letting the sensation of those lips caressing the delicate skin dominate her. She let her head fall slowly to the side as his kisses trailed down her neck. Beckett shuddered as he inched a hand up her leg, but welcomed it as it came to rest on the back of her upper thigh, softly smiling at the action. She hated to admit it, but he'd won this one. Her body betrayed that fact. She was defensless, a woman possesed. The moment he laid a hand on her, she was putty in his hands. Her hands lifted behind his head, gently threading her fingers throught his hair.

    There was something so soothing about the whole interaction. Beckett had become so accustomed to mediocre males who only cared about their own wants. The type who were only interested in the "cum and go" type of men. But this was delicate, gentle. Things moved slow, as if each were trying to learn the other detail by detail. She freed one hand from his hair, stroking his arm. His lips ventured towards her collar bone, a key spot that always made her tingle. A quiet contented sigh escaped her. There was peace that radiated from him and it blanketed her. It was like she'd found a safe place.

    She felt him grow hard under her leg, and she grinned at the reaction she received. And judging by what she felt there, he was in no way mediocre. His teeth grazed over her jaw before rubbing his nose against her. She pulled her head back to look at him. But just as soon as she did, he moved in, locking his lips with hers. And God, it was perfect. She parted her lips, inviting him to deepen it.

    Her fingers continued to twist in his hair as the kiss continued. But she hesitantly pulled away, her breathing heavy. She stood from his lap, turning so she could straddle his legs instead, offering them both more access to each other. Her arms draped over his broad shoulders once more. "I think that's just a little better, don't you?" She moved back in, continuing she kiss she'd broken.
     
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  2. Rhizome

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    What began as a crestfallen expression swiftly morphed into a comfortable and deeply happy smile. Ecstatic joy graced Scott's face when Beckett shifted in place to gently hoist her leg over his lap and straddle him. "More than a little," Scott replied. He spoke through a soft groan, offering his assessment of Beckett's demonstration of boldness.

    The weight upon her landing imparted a reassurance that stemmed from a new, escalated degree of intimacy; Scott's hands -- quite without conscious thought -- slid up the side of Beckett's thighs when she mounted him, holding her hips as their groins kissed in contact. The color eluded Scott, but he could feel the texture of her panties and discern their frail, skimpy nature. His hands rested upon her rear end, and those hands gripped slightly to induce a gently roll of her hips into his erection. His eyes widened, as if being inundated by the drug of a lifetime, before exhaling in relaxation and his pelvis inching upward. The weight of Beckett's arms on his shoulders assured him that she was close, that she wanted to be close. Their faces danced and hovered as their respective sex organs pressed together, the thin mask of clothing still in the way becoming superfluous.

    The resumed kissing felt like coming home, to a place that was his and always had been. Scott's skin tingled, and his ample, defined muscles coaxed themselves into stirring. His strong hands left the tantalizing landscape beneath Beckett's dress and glided up the sides of her upper arms, feeling the smooth texture of her pale skin. The oral exchange deepened and Scott began to introduce his tongue into the proceedings. Gentle, intrepid arcs curled up to graze Beckett's lips, just touching her tongue in careful titilation. His kiss pressed further and their mouths sealed with a hum of approval from the man. The hands that tenderly massaged her upper shoulders activated, slowly pinching the spaghetti straps that held up her dress and letting them drop to each side. The firm pads of Scott's fingers ran a path from Beckett's collarbone, down the swell of her upper chest, to the hem of the dress's neckline ... which began to lower, a frontier Scott's fingertips gingerly explored.
     
  3. Libra

    Libra Spooky Little Pumpkin Member

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    Lascivious visions of her lips wrapped around his length flowed into her mind as his arousal strained further underneath her. But she quickly nudged that notion away - at least for the time being- and focused on the events at hand. She adored the feeling of his firm hands spreading across her ass, fingers sliding over the cheeky black lace. Allowing herself to be guided by him, she rocked her hips into his member. She continued a rocking motion, rubbing against his now rigid erection. The look that permeated his eyes drove her insane and she could feel her center grow even hotter, beginning to dampen the lace. A soft moan left her throat, eyes fluttering closed.

    The kiss they shared was unprecedented. It was slow and sensual in a way that electified the moment. His tongue gently penetrated the kiss, deepening it. Firm fingers pulled the straps from her shoulders, letting the dress slip partially. She hadn't the need for a bra with the dress. As it slid down, it came to reveal the swell of her breasts. The pads of his fingers dragged over the delicate skin, causing her to moan softly into the caress of their lips. If he'd given one more tug to the dress, her chest would be fully exposed.

    The present circumstance wasn't at all what she'd envisioned her night to be. She'd pictured a mild night alone minding only herself. But she'd been wrong. Oh so wrong. But nothing could have felt more right. It'd all advanced so rapidly. She hardly knew the man, but the feeling that she'd known him for years was present with her. He wrapped her in warmth and an overwhelming feeling of safety. Beckett pulled away from his lips, breathing heavily. She rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes. She didn't say anything. But she could sense that he felt the same way and she knew he'd understand what she was thinking. Words weren't needed. For reasons she couldn't explain, she was connected to this man. She ran a thumb over the back of his neck, silently communicating her thoughts. He was what she needed. She opened her eyes, making contact with his. In that gaze was everything she had. For the first time in awhile, she'd let her guard down with someone. She was vulnerable and fragile. But she needed to do it. One could only hold up the facade of strength for so long before their walls crumbled. But he'd taken them down stone by stone
     
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  4. Rhizome

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    People often say that you can view someone's inner self when they are stressed; Scott disagreed. He found that intimate moments, like the one he and Beckett were in the midst of sharing, revealed far more. Stressed people often resorted to mechanisms of control and betrayed how they treated other people; intimacy meant being one's true self on display, open and seeking. When she rested her forehead on his, nestling in the perfect patience of their mutual presence, Scott responded in kind. His hands ceased their naughty process of revealing the tantalizing contours of her chest ... and, instead, lifted them to rest soothingly on both slopes of her graceful neck. Beckett's musculature felt almost frail under the man's brawny touch, which attended to her sensations with a delicate attention. The gentle nature of Scott's touch mirrored the erotic furnace in his heart -- of raging nuclear power, dialed to light the tender flames of their budding romance with loving care. Beckett sat quietly, not moving, not shifting, not kissing -- Scott could have taken hold of an insecure line of flight, a burst of petulant thought against her seeming resistance to sexual conquest. But, he didn't; the concept never entered Scott's mind. Too long had the people in his life demanded or cajoled him for what he could offer to their miserable, self-centered existence. The blue in Beckett's eyes blazed with her spirit -- seldom seen -- and the power of her soul left him mesmerized, near tearful at her beauty.

    [​IMG]To every call, there comes a response. The magnitude of the tender vulnerability in Beckett's gaze roused a cloud of determined love as primal as it was protective. Scott's returned gaze spoke as much, further delaying the illicit exploration of her nudity, taking the time to rub her nose with his -- demanding her eye not waver from his -- to speak with azure assurance: You're safe; you're loved; you're mine. Scott's face tilted in to unleash a quick kiss that lingered with infinite depth, fueling a spike in his core that cried with fervent eroticism. Small, subsequent kisses continued the love-making they had begun and merely paused. Scott's hands slowly descended to graze down the swell of Beckett's upper chest and stop just shy of her dress hem. He'd been here before, stopping out of respect; his fingers tugged down the loose garment, filled with more respect than he'd ever garnered for anyone. The undercurve and nipples of Beckett's breasts felt the parallel length of Scott's fingers, and the exploration of her mound's topography went in keeping with the emotion that defined them upon that couch.

    The dress she wore bunched around her waist, and Scott migrated his kisses down her neck to her perfect bosom. His lips slowly adored her soft, supple mounds -- the strokes of his tongue gingerly indulging her pert buds with unyielding attention. His hands returned under the bunched ring around her mid-section, this time sliding under the waistline of her panties. As his fingers claimed the region of her rear end, Scott looked back up to Beckett. Eyes of loving service met her desire.

    "I want you ..." he whispered.
     
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  5. Libra

    Libra Spooky Little Pumpkin Member

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    He silently ordered her not to turn away from him. The unwavering gaze commanded her attention and she found herself unable to divert her eyes. His nose stroked against hers, and the hands on her body assured her that he was really there. The message his eyes conveyed was clear. She understood every single word. The patience he exhibited was extraordinary. She knew that any other man would've only shoved away the mess that she was. But there he stayed. Her eyes closed as he kissed her again, a blazing, powerful kiss that expressed it all. He was right. She was safe in his arms. No one could touch her, not even her mother who always seemed to weasel her way into Beckett's mind. Not even herself. It was just Beckett and Scott. Nothing else mattered to her then. She was loved; the look in his eye made that evident. She didn't question it. She couldn't question it. Love was all she needed, even if it it was temporary. Somone to make her feel wanted. And she was his. That fact was made clear to her in that moment. For the first time in what felt like decades her heart attached to someone. She wouldn't admit it aloud, that was too hard. Whenever it was time to let him go, she wouldn't be able to take it. But she knew it to be true. Beckett loved him.

    The dress was released, left to pool around her waist after he pulled it down. Strong fingers set her body ablaze as they spread across her chest. His face lowered, his lips making contact with the smooth skin. He placed soft kisses upon it, making her skin tingle. A skilled tongue found it's way to her nipples, and she hummed in approval. Her head tilted back, ecstasy overcoming her body. Her chest heaved at each heavy breath she took. It was a first for her, being so in tune with someone. Her body inclined to react to every single touch, no matter how innocent. Just a glance from him could set her in flames. But with his hands dancing over her body, she was a goner.

    The kisses continued and she turned her attention towards him. She reached a hand to gently graze over the prominent entity in his pants. Beckett placed a hand on his member, stroking it over the material of his trousers. Hands cupped her rear end, making full contact with the skin as his hand sneaked underneath the lace. His face came to meet hers as he spoke. "I want you...." he had breathed. She smiled, catching his lips with hers before she spoke. "Then take me." She whispered.
     
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  6. Rhizome

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    The dance of their discovery of one another -- an erotic tango of connection and feelings -- changed. Not ending, the tempo simply shifted to one with profound sexual want. The feel of Beckett's hand teasing the ridge of his hardness, along with those perfectly whispered, ignited Scott to action. Always the one in charge of affairs in the bedroom, Beckett's words unhooked the lead from the collar of lustful restraint. He spoke in soft command. "Put your arms around my neck."

    His hand, still under her panties and slowly gripping her taut ass cheek, slipped out and held the bottom curvature of her rump; his free hand braced behind him, and Beckett felt Scott shift forward an inch, perching himself on the edge of the couch. In demonstration of his great strength, he stood while lifting Beckett, whose legs still straddled his pelvis. Pushing on the couch back, Scott gradually attained a standing position, his bracing hand curling her leg around his waist before holding the other half of her bottom. Her pert breasts jiggled slightly as he righted himself, assuring her that -- though dramatic in excitement -- his gesture kept her safe and sound.

    The plush surface of the bed -- their destination -- beckoned to them both. Scott could have pushed Beckett up and off of him to reach the bed more quickly. However, Scott would not have ever considered such a thing. The intimacy of their -- albeit clothed -- contact constituted a tender act of courage, one Scott felt was unprecedented for the sexually meek woman. To push her off would have been to push her away, something that Scott could never tolerate or abide. The minute surrendered upon that couch felt like the most precious gift possibly: he would protect it. Thankful, he kissed her deeply as she was held, suspended feet from the edge of the bed. His raging erection never broke and applied salacious pressure against Beckett's melting womanhood.

    Scott walked carefully to the corner of the bed, bending at the knees and lowering Beckett before lowering her back to lay flat upon the bed. The duvet accepted her, inflating around the woman's form, the soft texture of the cover soothing against her bare back. Scott remained over her, but his mass did not weigh upon hers; instead their french kisses grew heated in a way that induce a mild, sexual delirium. Scott broke the kiss and reconnected his lips at the soft of Beckett's throat, his nose turning her face to speak in her ear.

    "I need to taste you," he whispered, hoarse with lust.

    Kisses peppered a trail from her neck down to her breasts, lingering there and teasing her ready nipples with licks from his soft, broad tongue. Further south he migrated and his fingers grasped the bunched up dress around her waist. Scott stood, his chest heaving in time with the blazing, restrained desire in his eyes. The dress was pulled up her (now) vertical legs and tossed onto an adjacent chair. Beckett would feel the thrilling frisson of cool around her mid-section as Scott relieve her of her panties. With a casual release, he tossed the black undergarments next to them upon the bed. Touching the thin lengths of her legs, his hands reached the heels she wore and he smirked. "I want you to keep these on for me," he intoned. The hairs of his masculine beard tickled Beckett's ankles as he kissed them both, his eye falling to the moist prize that awaited him. Before he indulged, however, he made one last gesture -- one that exhibited the raw passion he tried desperately to contain.

    Scott's hands inched into the spaces between his buttons. Curling, he yanked his hands quickly and ripped his shirt open. The buttons flew onto the floor, leaving his the exposed, chiseled topography of his chest on full display. With a lewd, knowing grin, Scott kissed down each of her upright legs, down the bulge of her calves to the supple region of her inner thighs. Once he passed her knees, He bend them over his shoulders. His eyes found hers -- dark meeting blue -- as he neared the fountain from which he yearned to drink one scented with the sexual perfume of her desire. She would be his that night, he thought. Once he was done, he would keep her in his bed and take again, and again -- as often as his anatomy would allow. Beckett was Scott's drug, one that intoxicated his soul.

    He closed his eyes as his rigid tongue gently sliced open her folds and tenderly searched for her clit.
     
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  7. Libra

    Libra Spooky Little Pumpkin Member

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    Love. Beckett tossed the word around in her head. It felt so strange and foreign now. That was something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in nearly 2 years. It was dangerous, getting attatched. She had become so accustomed to people leaving, to being second choice, to never seeming to be good enough for the men with whom she crossed paths. So when she let that wonderful warm feeling nestle into her heart for someone, hurt always followed. Every single time, it was like getting her heart ripped out, and she was left alone to repair the damage. Beckett knew she couldn't handle that again. It'd be too much. The whole ordeal wasn't something she liked to dwell on, she loathed it. At one time, she'd been so completely happy, she thought it'd never end. She had just published her second book, she had a fiance who loved her, everything seemed to be right. But the statement "Fuck! I thought you had a meeting with your Editor. Jesus Christ, I-" as your fiance shoved another woman off of him in your bed had the ability to screw someone up a tad.

    But Scott was her turning page. She'd shrugged those troubles off like an old soiled garment the moment she crossed the threshold to his room. She couldn't miss another chance; he was to valuable to let go of. So she opened herself up to him. And it'd led her here, this wonderful, safe place she'd found in him. She was sheltered from everything that chased her, haunted her. This man in front of her was a change, a new chance. But for once, she didn't care about the risk, she let it go. Would she tell him that? No. "I love you." Were the three words Beckett was sure she was incapable of saying anymore. But she felt it. It burned in her soul, and it felt so good. She'd finally let herself go. She let herself be happy.

    A smile lit up her face at the conclusion. She was his, and nothing would get in the way of that. Not that night. She'd let herself exist happily, peacefully. Beckett pressed a kiss to his head before she rested her forehead against his. The woman did as she was told, wrapping her arms gingerly around his neck. His next gesture caused the smile she wore to widen. He slowly stood, and she gently adjusted to the change in position. A hand guided her legs to wrap around his waist, and she followed the direction. She could've walked easily, but that was the significance of it. He could've shoved her away, but instead he pulled her closer. He caught her lips with a mesmerizing kiss as they approached the bed. Her core accepted the feeling of his length pressing in, and it desperately ached for more.

    He gently laid her to rest on the bed. The thick bedding welcomed her warmly. He hovered over her, their kisses continuing. His lips parted from hers, trailing kisses up the length of her jaw. He gently nudged her cheek with his nose. Scott's husky voice was thick with want. A nod met his words.

    "I'm all yours." She breathed.

    His kisses claimed the skin as he traveled south. They brushed over her neck, eventually meeting her breasts once more. Her fingers fond their way to gentle tangle in his hair. Her breaths were fast and heavy, her anticipation for what was to come growing with each second. His tongue agitated the delicate skin, causing her nipples to become alert.

    All too soon he retreated, turning attention to her clothing. Her legs were lifted as he skillfully relieved her of the infamous dress. She was just a step away from being completely bare. Tossing the dress aside, he curled his fingers around the lace, pulling off her panties. She was now naked before him, but she felt so comfortable. His hands brushed the lengths of her legs attention landing on the black pumps. She smiled in response to his request.

    "As you wish." She grinned.

    Her eyes followed his actions as he ripped his shirt open. "I'm looking forward to wearing that in the morning." Her voice was low and gentle. His lips moved once more to her legs, caressing down the skin, growing ever closer to where she needed him most. She bent her legs over his shoulder, doing as he directed her to. Those beautiful dark eyes met hers one more time before he lowered him head.His beard tickled the bare skin and the moment his tongue made contact, she thought she'd melt into the sheets.
     
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  8. Rhizome

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    Scott oral ministrations began gently, at first. The tips of his beard hairs knew the concave profile of Beckett's exposed region, much like a cat with whispers. He wondered on the effects of his facial hair on the woman's sensitive skin. As his tongue made long, slow licks from south to north, he figured that she would twitch or protest if bothered. However, as Scott continued adoring her sex, he came to the conclusion that the sexual power of his attentions must have eradicated any minor distractions. His half-opened eyes watched the woman relax and spread her arms out to either side, watch her breasts rise up with lurid inhale. The shape of her breasts profoundly aroused Scott, and he felt his core melting at the prospect of sucking on her tits as he filled her again and again.

    The heat and scent of Beckett greeted Scott's face in an invisible cloud of musk and moisture. Though they only kissed, the time they had spent on the couch had not been idle. Scott felt an ardent resolution that they connected as souls on that couch, and his intuition hinted that the tenderness they exchanged unlocked the internal vaults of Beckett's genuine emotions -- vaults amply locked from the inside. If any of those barriers remained, Scott felt that each upward lick of his tongue inside her soaked slit unlatched ones that remained. Her pussy tasted sweet and the inside texture soft, like velvet. He shifted the angle of his face, drawing the broad of his tongue to slather upward with gradual, teasing ease until he felt the small, hard bud of her clit. He exalted in the pressure his face felt from her legs slung over his shoulders, the feel of her soft inner thighs at his cheeks as he ate her out.

    Scott's hands refused to remain still, and the flat of his palms glides up Beckett's sides from her hips to her ribcage. As his tongue vacillated between soft, tender taps and stiff, sticking wriggles, Scott turned his hands to ascend her pert, ready mounds. Scott's tanned hands engulfed Beckett's pale-colored breasts, holding them, kneading them, and fondling them in rhythm to the stroking motion his head began to adore her love button. Beckett could easily discern from the way Scott plied his affections to her core intimacy that he worshiped the act of pleasing her with every ounce of his soul. He seemed lost in the motions, assigning himself to serving her and inducing every sensation to bring her the highest delight. When his lips kiss and began sucking upon her clitoris, his strong fingers pinched at her nipples -- they tugged upward, drawing her supple breasts into low, peaked pyramids. He released her, letting their mass fall and shake before taking them once again. Fingers turned to light claws, and his mails lightly scratched the sides of her mounds to coax them firmer, more ready for the next phase of their love-making.

    Scott loved adoring Beckett; he loved how Beckett yielded and allowed him to please her the way he wanted.

    Scott's heart finally felt a connection to a beautiful human being that piqued his arousal and instigated the fire of want. His face lifted, his beard covered in the dew of her summoned arousal. Every sound and writhe she offered him came as a clarion call of their inevitable union. Releasing her handled breasts, one hand held the back of her knee upright -- the other planted on the bed in the crux of her armpit. His weight pushed the sleeping surface down, and the look of intense desire burned in his dark eyes, like burning embers. The massive head of his manhood poked near her sex twice before gaining purchase and seeking the warm moisture he'd cultivated. Without breaking eye contact, the wide flare of his head stretched and slipped into the silky suction of her need lips. A deep groan emanated from the man, and Beckett could feel the width of his girth as his shaft slowly inserted. Scott could feel each inch of his incursion being coated, and the frisson caused him to pause and flex his love muscle -- a sensation that tested the tightness of Beckett's clinging walls, a sensation that he hoped would send ripple effects throughout her body.

    He lowered himself then, feet still planted on the hotel carpet. The drippings of her pussy could be tasted on his beard when they kissed with their tongues in erotic passion. Scott spoke in halting gasps. "I've needed you ..." Another short gasp of wide-eyes arousal as another inch claimed her sheath. "... for so long."

    Their chests gently swayed and nipples touched as Scott's gradual yet determined invasion took its time, filling the woman to the brim with his pulsing erection. She was under him and yet above everything else he'd ever know. He began to rock and sway his mid-section and enjoy the intoxicating pleasure of the woman who would be the love of his life.
     
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  9. Libra

    Libra Spooky Little Pumpkin Member

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    The sound of her shallow breath and the soft hum of pleasured whimpers filled the quiet. Her senses were thrown into overdrive the moment he made contact with her arousal. His facial hair tickled the bare, delicate skin; however, she found it only heightened the sensations he'd heaped upon her. Each upward stroke of his tongue inched her closer to euphoria.

    Her back arched upward as he found her clit, the titillation sending surges of pleasure through her body. A knot began to form in her core, the heat of her arousal resting in the pit of her stomach. A chill ran down her spine as his hands crept their way up her torso. They came to rest upon the firm mounds of flesh that inhabited her chest. His broad hands gently fondled them, handling them with care. She could feel him press soft kisses onto the bundle of nerves, creating a gentle suction that increased the pleasure she felt tenfold. The knot began to grow larger. His fingers teased the keen buds, pinching and tugging, causing them to become erect under his touch. She writhed as shockwaves of pleasure jolted through her in reaction the the attention her body was receiving. "Scott..." she breathed. Her back arched again, a moan leaving her lips. One last stroke of his tongue was her undoing. The thin lengths of her legs quivered as the knot unraveled, the effects of her orgasm rippling through her body. Her eyes were closed, as she pressed her head into the plush bedding, her back meeting the surface of the bed as she relaxed. She slowly came off the high, her body quivering once again in pure ecstacy.

    Her eyes opened slowly, turning to look at him. He lifted his head, and she marveled at the way those gorgeous dark orbs captured hers. She was convinced he could see right through her, her feelings, her insecurities, whatever he wanted to know, he just had to gaze into her eyes to find out. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, as she studied his features, comitting every single thing about him to memory like this was the first and last time they'd ever be together. She never wanted to lose this moment. She never wanted to forget the feeling of being with him. She stored away the way his shoulders flexed with his breath, the intensity that burned in his eyes, or the way his face always seemed to soften when their gazes met. He was so beautiful to her.

    Beckett smiled as he rose to his feet, drawing closer as one hand cupped behind her left knee, and one came to rest just below her arm, pressing into the material that adorned the bed. His alluring eyes were alight with passion as he began to slowly press his member into her. She took a sharp breath as she adjusted to the size. Spreading her legs out a touch farther, she offered him better access. Her arousal was more than ready for his length, dripping with the evidence of the pleasure she had experienced due to his previous activities. Inch by inch, he pressed his cock into her, spreading the compact walls of her pussy. She hummed in approval as he flexed his member, sending waves of pleasure through her body again.

    His tongue danced against her's to an erotic tempo that pulsed in the kiss he initiated. Though he pulled away to look her in the eye. His breats were short and sharp as he uttered those words. His statement made her heart melt. She propped herself up on her elbow, draping an arm over his back. She rested the crook of her elbow over the back of his neck, and her hand rested upon his broad shoulder. Those three impossible words sprung up in the back of her mind. But instead of words, she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss that she never wanted to end.

    She rested her forehead against his when it was time to break apart the kiss. Her eyes burned into his as he filled her completely . The feeling was incomparable. "I think you're spectacular. I wouldn't give tonight up for the world." Beckett whispered. She slowly circled her hips, in hopes of heightening the sensation for him. She could feel the pulsing of his large, stiff member. Her hips rocked into his as he began to sway his own. And a contented sigh left her lips before she pressed them to kiss his.
     
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