Sabre D'mour
On Fire....
Finally breaking our kiss he looks down at me and chuckles "Not so fast this time, eh?" as he leads me to the couch facing the huge fireplace. I sink into the soft leather as he leaves the light of the blazing fire, while I take stock of my surrounds. He returns within minutes, bottle of wine and glasses in hand, pouring us each a glass before joining me.
He slides over to me as I gaze at him silently, for part of me still cannot believe I am here, that he is here. "Cat got your tongue, my pet, try your wine, I am sure that will loosen that tongue of yours" he gently teases me. So we spend some time in small talk, catching up on the years apart, enjoying our wine and each other, like we used to.
We finally fall silent and I reach over giving a quick tug on his beard, how it has grayed over the last few years. I run my thumb over his lips and he captures it between those pearly whites of his as his emerald eyes never leaving mine. Leaning closer he takes the wine glass from my hand, setting it on the table, along with his, before pushing me back against the arm of the couch as his hands and lips begin to explore.
Heart beating faster, my breath quickens as I stretch out beneath him, my every nerve ending so very sensitive to his most lightest touch. Then I decide that this time I will be in control. Pushing back against him, I soon have him pinned beneath me, his hips captured between my thighs. Just to let him know my intentions, as if he had any doubt, I give a little wiggle and relish his growl in response as he grabs my hips and pulls me tighter to him. This is so much fun..
"No baby..no touchie...not now anyways" I taunt him as I remove his hands and begin my own exploration. I run my hands down his chest, slowly, so very slowly, undoing each button of his shirt as I come to it, all the time watching him, his reaction. His lids lower as he surrenders to me, if only for a short time. Finally, I reach the waist of his pants and I slip one finger, just a bit under the waist line, running my long nail across his belly, loving how he sucks in a bit at how I know it tickles him and...oh how I missed this, and I cannot stop my evil grin
And that is the end of my play, as in the next moment, I am tossed off him as my dark one decides enough is enough and it is his turn to be in control. I am plucked off the couch and carried to the fire, to be laid on the fur and I surrender to my master....
©Sabre D'mour
On Fire....
Finally breaking our kiss he looks down at me and chuckles "Not so fast this time, eh?" as he leads me to the couch facing the huge fireplace. I sink into the soft leather as he leaves the light of the blazing fire, while I take stock of my surrounds. He returns within minutes, bottle of wine and glasses in hand, pouring us each a glass before joining me.
He slides over to me as I gaze at him silently, for part of me still cannot believe I am here, that he is here. "Cat got your tongue, my pet, try your wine, I am sure that will loosen that tongue of yours" he gently teases me. So we spend some time in small talk, catching up on the years apart, enjoying our wine and each other, like we used to.
We finally fall silent and I reach over giving a quick tug on his beard, how it has grayed over the last few years. I run my thumb over his lips and he captures it between those pearly whites of his as his emerald eyes never leaving mine. Leaning closer he takes the wine glass from my hand, setting it on the table, along with his, before pushing me back against the arm of the couch as his hands and lips begin to explore.
Heart beating faster, my breath quickens as I stretch out beneath him, my every nerve ending so very sensitive to his most lightest touch. Then I decide that this time I will be in control. Pushing back against him, I soon have him pinned beneath me, his hips captured between my thighs. Just to let him know my intentions, as if he had any doubt, I give a little wiggle and relish his growl in response as he grabs my hips and pulls me tighter to him. This is so much fun..
"No baby..no touchie...not now anyways" I taunt him as I remove his hands and begin my own exploration. I run my hands down his chest, slowly, so very slowly, undoing each button of his shirt as I come to it, all the time watching him, his reaction. His lids lower as he surrenders to me, if only for a short time. Finally, I reach the waist of his pants and I slip one finger, just a bit under the waist line, running my long nail across his belly, loving how he sucks in a bit at how I know it tickles him and...oh how I missed this, and I cannot stop my evil grin
And that is the end of my play, as in the next moment, I am tossed off him as my dark one decides enough is enough and it is his turn to be in control. I am plucked off the couch and carried to the fire, to be laid on the fur and I surrender to my master....
©Sabre D'mour