Shay
19 years ago
It was so nice that he could be this free and easy about their lovemaking. Shay felt highly emotional about what they had just shared, but often felt people needed to also see sex in a somewhat lighter vein...not all passionate grunts and moans, but laughter as well. His joking with her, showed he had that side as well.
"Seduce you? Yesssssss...and I'm so glad it worked!"
Though they both knew he was as much to 'blame' for the seduction, as she was.
When he stood, with her in his arms, Shay felt quite lightheaded, and grabbed onto him for fear of falling, though that was just a thought she'd had, and never a threat. He carried her with great ease, and never missed a step. He found her room quickly, though that really wasn't a great feat. The place was spacious by most standards, but still only consisted of the living room, dining room, kitchen, which together made up the great room, the office, bath, and her bedroom. There was the 'panic' room too, but that didn't count.
Once she was lying on the bed, she just laid there while he kissed her all over. He couldn't have been more gentle, or attentive, and Shay again marveled in the way fate had allowed them to meet. But now wasn't the time to think of that.
As his hands moved across her flesh, hers mimicked them, on his body. She teased his nipples with her nails, and grinned as she could see them respond to her touch. Then she trailed the pads of her fingers over and along every bump, and ridge, and valley she could see on the front of him, until she reached the area below his belly button. Then she began to use her nails again, softly scratching along the skin there, and down his thighs, but avoiding the area directly between his legs. That, she was saving for something else...shortly.
"I'm glad you chose not to run...I feel a bit queer, but that could be from the fact that vodka was my dinner tonight. In any event, I'd much rather have this time with you now, tonight. I should look to getting stood up more often, if it always works out this well."
And though there probably wasn't a coy bone in her body, she looked at him through lowered lashes, the tip of her tongue running along her upper lip, and certainly conveyed a demure side.
With no further preamble, Shay moved over Mathias's chest, to take one of his nipples into her teeth. She then brushed it with the tip of her tongue, swirling around it, then biting it, but also moving on to its mate, on the other side of his chest, and beginning again. Lastly she was moving up to find his mouth with hers, and slowly began to explore that part of him more thoroughly.