Cyrus growled as she bit into his neck while his cock throbbed and twitched. Fallon's bite was brief which helped him stay in meager control of himself. Though her next move to slip over his pulsating length and bite him again had him shouting at the sensation. The sexy words she put into action drove him higher.
Hands which had been idly toying with her body now became firm and forceful. His left cupped her breast while pinching and flicking against her hardened nipple. The fingers of his right hand ceased pressing against the tiny cluster of nerves between her folds. Instead he slipped his hand to her hip and urged her to move faster.
The trouble with this position is that it kept him almost immoble lest he hurt her. His hips thrust up slightly as his pulse pounded. Giving her nipples one last tweak his hands clamped around her hips to lift her up and down atop him. Instinctively he bit into her at the soft spot between neck and shoulder as he tried to speed her pleasure along.
All his musles tensed as his spending rushed from him. Cyrus would have shouted in extacy if he had released her flesh from his mouth. Instead it sounded muffled as he held onto her with teeth, tongue and suction.
Amorous Saturday (Private, Attn: Fallon)
For several days the corner suite had been the scene of much activity. Cleaners, florists and assorted deliveries that drove the manager to greater heights of stress than ever before. Finally he simply stationed someone at the desk to escort people to the suite. Suki fussed slightly over the finishing touches but soon left, leaving a Do Not Disturb sign upon the door handle.
The main room held a couch and loveseat along with a large plasma TV and coffee table. Rich carpet, luxurious furnishings and finishing touches added by Suki. There were a multitude of plants, trees growing upwards from pots, ferns hanging down from the ceiling, and pots of orchids showing a riot of blooms on most surfaces. Tiny lights were wrapped around several of the larger trees, creating pools of light and shadow around the rooms.
Outside of the main room was a pantry type area. A brand new fridge had been installed behind a door so that the room could be used this evening. Inside the fridge were three green wine bottles, the corks half in and sealed with wax that looked very homemade. There was also a wide array of fruits, chocolates, whipped cream and honey. On the counter was a wine bottle opener next to a very expensive Cabernet by Mondavi. The glasses were crystal and sparkled brightly.
The balcony opened up to allow two small tables, two chairs and two lounge chairs out upon it. The wrought iron railing atop the wall were wrapped with more of the tiny lights. These were soft white, so as to night intrude too much but add a soft starlight look. The cushions were brand new and upholstered in a soft cotton in a black on black pattern.
Inside the bedroom was a large king size bed with a thick silk bedspread in a warm toffee color. The sheets peaking out were a sumptuous egyptian cotton in a deeper tone, almost coffee colored. The plants and mini lights were also in this room, almost hiding the walls with greenery and creating a shimmering display of twinkling lights. Notably absent was the standard digital alarm clock from the bedside table. Instead a crystal vase of cut coral roses lent their fragrance to the air.
The bath off the bedroom first had a large jacuzzi tub with a variety of oils and bubbles arranged on the counter. The two sink and vanities held up a large display of orchids. A glass encased shower stall looked large enough for four and sported a wide bench along one wall. The commode was hidden behind a door for privacy.
The room while rich and screaming luxury was still sun proofed for the new lovers to enjoy a day in safety. Discrete blackout curtains were standard, but Suki had installed wider, longer and thicker shades. These rolled down from the rod and stayed put with a heavy metal pole along the bottom. Each room was safe as long as neither occupant forgot to lower the shade or attempted to look out.
The stage was set to create evening perfect for romance.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Fallon
18 years ago
To know she had such an effect on the man inside her, was a very heady feeling. Even if it had just been for sex, Fallon would have felt better than wonderful, but to know Cyrus valued her as a person and sought to give her pleasure because of it,was probably enough alone to make her cum.
And now he was bringing her over yet again, his hands on her hips having taken control of their pace. Fallon didn't mind at all, letting him take over, though she also knew there really wasn't any choice in the matter. Though Cyrus was not a massive, hulking man, he was still bigger than she was. More importantly, he was much stronger. But because he had never used his strength against Fallon, she had learned not to fear it fast.
"Oh god...yes! Again...oh yesssss."
As she was hit with yet another wave, his teeth found that sweet spot, and he poured into her, just as he was taking from her. A more exquisite exchange between lovers, Fallon doubted ever existed before. Her body arched, and her hips met his as for the fifth, or fiftieth time her body began convulsing. If Cyrus hadn't such a grip on Fallon, she was sure her body would have shattered and then just dissolved in the water.
When she truly thought she could bear no more, she felt him slow, and her body trailed along. A smile was plastered on her face as the languid peace filled her, and she reclined against Cyrus. Her breathing was still rapid, but quickly returning to normal.
Feeling euphoric, Fallon giggled softly. She wanted to turn around and hug Cyrus...feel the front of him pressed into the front of her...but she also didn't want to release him from within her. Such a predicament, she pondered, and the humor of it was not lost on her.
"Do you think we could just stay like this forever, and have Suki bring us the things we need to survive?"
Her words were silly, but she was feeling a little giddy from everything.
"No, I suppose you would tire of me in your arms twenty four seven, and I would imagine your 'cat' would get antsy..."
Fallon stretched, and felt Cyrus slip from her, and groaned. Turning in his arms, she slid down and rested her chin on his chest, gazing up into his eyes, feeling his length now pressed between her breasts. Her eyes closed briefly, and she kissed his chest, and then looked up at him again.
And now he was bringing her over yet again, his hands on her hips having taken control of their pace. Fallon didn't mind at all, letting him take over, though she also knew there really wasn't any choice in the matter. Though Cyrus was not a massive, hulking man, he was still bigger than she was. More importantly, he was much stronger. But because he had never used his strength against Fallon, she had learned not to fear it fast.
"Oh god...yes! Again...oh yesssss."
As she was hit with yet another wave, his teeth found that sweet spot, and he poured into her, just as he was taking from her. A more exquisite exchange between lovers, Fallon doubted ever existed before. Her body arched, and her hips met his as for the fifth, or fiftieth time her body began convulsing. If Cyrus hadn't such a grip on Fallon, she was sure her body would have shattered and then just dissolved in the water.
When she truly thought she could bear no more, she felt him slow, and her body trailed along. A smile was plastered on her face as the languid peace filled her, and she reclined against Cyrus. Her breathing was still rapid, but quickly returning to normal.
Feeling euphoric, Fallon giggled softly. She wanted to turn around and hug Cyrus...feel the front of him pressed into the front of her...but she also didn't want to release him from within her. Such a predicament, she pondered, and the humor of it was not lost on her.
"Do you think we could just stay like this forever, and have Suki bring us the things we need to survive?"
Her words were silly, but she was feeling a little giddy from everything.
"No, I suppose you would tire of me in your arms twenty four seven, and I would imagine your 'cat' would get antsy..."
Fallon stretched, and felt Cyrus slip from her, and groaned. Turning in his arms, she slid down and rested her chin on his chest, gazing up into his eyes, feeling his length now pressed between her breasts. Her eyes closed briefly, and she kissed his chest, and then looked up at him again.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus gripped Fallon as the world shattered around him. His muscles still twitched and flexed at will though his bones felt melted. Everything focused down to the exquisite feeling generated deep inside the lush body of the woman. His whole body was tuned to the pleasure pulsing around his shaft.
Slowly and carefully he unclenched his jaw and fingers. Removing his teeth carefully from her skin he lapped gently at the bite marks as they closed. He ran his fingers over her skin hoping he had not bruised her flesh. The wound he had made disappeared at last and he rested his head against hers, burried in her hair.
"That can be arranged." While his voice was thick his brain felt fuzzy. Such pleasure must have turned his mind to mush. Unable to even contemplate the requirements of granting that wish he snuggled his cheek against her soft hair. Each time he took a breath the strands tickled his face delightfully. It comforted him in a way he could not even name.
Her movements caused him to hiss in pleasure and agony as she moved off of him. Pleasure as his nerves were hyper sensitive and each tiny movement sent waves of pleasure through him. Agony as she moved enough that he slipped from the warm sheath of her body. Finally she settled down against him once more and he was very aware of where he now rested.
"How about we compromise? Would twelve hours be enough?" From his current position the lure of the jungle was faint. He could probably keep that side of himself in check with enough time spent in Fallon's arms. Closing his eyes he rested momentarily as his hands gently stroked her long back under the water. Thankfully the jets had timed out and stopped battering his overly sensitive skin. Now just the slick feeling of Fallon on him beat at his senses. Contentment washed over him as he wrapped his legs around hers. Cyrus knew they could not stay in the tub all night but it was pretty comfortable right now and feeling his woman's skin along as much of his as he could was highly rewarding.
"Woman, you are incredible." He wasnt even overly aware he had spoken out loud as he floated in the water, tangled in her limbs.
Slowly and carefully he unclenched his jaw and fingers. Removing his teeth carefully from her skin he lapped gently at the bite marks as they closed. He ran his fingers over her skin hoping he had not bruised her flesh. The wound he had made disappeared at last and he rested his head against hers, burried in her hair.
"That can be arranged." While his voice was thick his brain felt fuzzy. Such pleasure must have turned his mind to mush. Unable to even contemplate the requirements of granting that wish he snuggled his cheek against her soft hair. Each time he took a breath the strands tickled his face delightfully. It comforted him in a way he could not even name.
Her movements caused him to hiss in pleasure and agony as she moved off of him. Pleasure as his nerves were hyper sensitive and each tiny movement sent waves of pleasure through him. Agony as she moved enough that he slipped from the warm sheath of her body. Finally she settled down against him once more and he was very aware of where he now rested.
"How about we compromise? Would twelve hours be enough?" From his current position the lure of the jungle was faint. He could probably keep that side of himself in check with enough time spent in Fallon's arms. Closing his eyes he rested momentarily as his hands gently stroked her long back under the water. Thankfully the jets had timed out and stopped battering his overly sensitive skin. Now just the slick feeling of Fallon on him beat at his senses. Contentment washed over him as he wrapped his legs around hers. Cyrus knew they could not stay in the tub all night but it was pretty comfortable right now and feeling his woman's skin along as much of his as he could was highly rewarding.
"Woman, you are incredible." He wasnt even overly aware he had spoken out loud as he floated in the water, tangled in her limbs.
Fallon
18 years ago
They lay like that for some time, just drowsy from their lovemaking, with the water around them cooling until even Fallon began to feel chilly. Loathe as she was to move, she knew they had to before it became truly unbearable.
"Maybe a part of that twelve hours should be spent in that lovely bed that Suki went to such pains to customize for us."
Fallon slid up Cyrus' body until she could look into his eyes. How easy it would be to tell him how much she loved him. Instead she just smiled gently, and brushed her lips against his.
"You, are incredible as well, my wild man."
And with that she pushed herself off of him, and onto her knees in the tub, still straddling him. Her hand reached out and caressed his jaw, moving to rub behind his ear. And before he could stop her, she stood and stepped out of the tub. With a towel quickly wrapped around her hips and legs for warmth, she took another and held it open for him.
"You will join me, won't you?"
"Maybe a part of that twelve hours should be spent in that lovely bed that Suki went to such pains to customize for us."
Fallon slid up Cyrus' body until she could look into his eyes. How easy it would be to tell him how much she loved him. Instead she just smiled gently, and brushed her lips against his.
"You, are incredible as well, my wild man."
And with that she pushed herself off of him, and onto her knees in the tub, still straddling him. Her hand reached out and caressed his jaw, moving to rub behind his ear. And before he could stop her, she stood and stepped out of the tub. With a towel quickly wrapped around her hips and legs for warmth, she took another and held it open for him.
"You will join me, won't you?"
Cyrus
18 years ago
Wallowing in the contentment as boyant as the water, Cyrus realized how happy he was. Not just that he was building something amazing with a fellow vampire, nor that he did not have to mask his bites. He also realized how much he enjoyed her biting him which was an incredibly erotic thought and deed. The happiness stemmed from Fallon herself. She made him feel protective but also honored with the trust she placed in his hands. A future he had not contemplated spread out before him, sparkling with promies in the moonlight.
Rousing from his thoughts at her movements a lazy smile tugged at his lips. The urge to cuddle her close was strong and he planned to indulge as soon as they lay dry and comfortable in the bed. There was a slight heat in his gaze as he watched her rise over him and finally out of the tub. A myriad of ideas on how to spend the remaining hours of the night flittered across his mind as he climbed from the draining tub.
"I did say that anything you wanted was yours. Joining you in bed sounds very inviting." He rumbled as he stepped into her embrace.
Another towel came to his hands and he dried off his woman gently. They were both lightly scented and softened from the oil though it did not overpower his senses. Leaning forward he kissed her soundly and thoroughly. His lips loved the soft feel over hers as his tongue played softly with hers. Ending the kiss with a gentle suction and lick to her bottom lip he leaned back slightly in her arms.
"I am yours to do with as you please."
Rousing from his thoughts at her movements a lazy smile tugged at his lips. The urge to cuddle her close was strong and he planned to indulge as soon as they lay dry and comfortable in the bed. There was a slight heat in his gaze as he watched her rise over him and finally out of the tub. A myriad of ideas on how to spend the remaining hours of the night flittered across his mind as he climbed from the draining tub.
"I did say that anything you wanted was yours. Joining you in bed sounds very inviting." He rumbled as he stepped into her embrace.
Another towel came to his hands and he dried off his woman gently. They were both lightly scented and softened from the oil though it did not overpower his senses. Leaning forward he kissed her soundly and thoroughly. His lips loved the soft feel over hers as his tongue played softly with hers. Ending the kiss with a gentle suction and lick to her bottom lip he leaned back slightly in her arms.
"I am yours to do with as you please."
Fallon
18 years ago
There was a lot to be said about watching the person you love, nude, moving about casually. Fallon never would have imagined she could be so excited about a man, or his body, ever. She did now how to experience pleasure, at her own hands, but never thought to find a man who could make her feel as good as she could herself.
Now, watching the way Cyrus moved, she knew she could derive pleasure from merely that. As another towel made its way to his hands, she leaned into it, enjoying the feel of it rubbing across her skin. She did the same for him, almost feeling the towel as it glided over his arms, chest, back, buttocks, and legs. When she returned to dry the area between his legs, she did so with care, feeling heat in her eyes, as she looked from his semi flaccid length and then to his eyes.
Not wanting to cause him discomfort, she didn't spend an inordinate amount of time there, but dropped the towel and delved into his kiss. Once he was momentarily sated, and resting against her, she wrapped her warm, slightly damp arms around him.
"Thank you, I am so glad you are not putting up a fight."
She giggled softly. He was certainly being accommodating, but under the circumstances she really would have been surprised to find him otherwise. Not at this place in the evening.
"Although...I wouldn't be adverse to a little wrestling."
And once the words were out of Fallon's mouth, she blushed. Her nerve tonight was so out of character, yet for the most part she had managed well. She didn't analyze the moment, but had been relieved to find she wasn't at all uncomfortable with Cyrus like this. Yet, being comfortable, and being...brazen were still a little far apart in Fallon's personality.
Before she said anything else that would catch in her throat, she removed the towel from her waist, tossed it onto the floor with the other towels, and took his hand. Tugging him along, with little resistance from him, she went into the bedroom, and pushed off the pillows, before pulling back the coverlet. Smiling she climbed up onto the bed, and rested her back against the headboard. She then patted the area next to her.
"Shall we start here?"
Now, watching the way Cyrus moved, she knew she could derive pleasure from merely that. As another towel made its way to his hands, she leaned into it, enjoying the feel of it rubbing across her skin. She did the same for him, almost feeling the towel as it glided over his arms, chest, back, buttocks, and legs. When she returned to dry the area between his legs, she did so with care, feeling heat in her eyes, as she looked from his semi flaccid length and then to his eyes.
Not wanting to cause him discomfort, she didn't spend an inordinate amount of time there, but dropped the towel and delved into his kiss. Once he was momentarily sated, and resting against her, she wrapped her warm, slightly damp arms around him.
"Thank you, I am so glad you are not putting up a fight."
She giggled softly. He was certainly being accommodating, but under the circumstances she really would have been surprised to find him otherwise. Not at this place in the evening.
"Although...I wouldn't be adverse to a little wrestling."
And once the words were out of Fallon's mouth, she blushed. Her nerve tonight was so out of character, yet for the most part she had managed well. She didn't analyze the moment, but had been relieved to find she wasn't at all uncomfortable with Cyrus like this. Yet, being comfortable, and being...brazen were still a little far apart in Fallon's personality.
Before she said anything else that would catch in her throat, she removed the towel from her waist, tossed it onto the floor with the other towels, and took his hand. Tugging him along, with little resistance from him, she went into the bedroom, and pushed off the pillows, before pulling back the coverlet. Smiling she climbed up onto the bed, and rested her back against the headboard. She then patted the area next to her.
"Shall we start here?"
Cyrus
18 years ago
Feeling her hands roaming over him was nice even through the plush softness of the towel. Cyrus enjoyed the way Fallon fussed over every inch of him while still being thoughtfull enough to give him a bit to recover. He was sure it would be at least an hour or two before there was any hope of 'raising the dead'.
Of course her comments caused him to rethink that time frame. The thought of wreastling even in play with Fallon was enough to cause his cock to twitch. Since learning of Ted he had figured she would be adverse to those types of games. Apparently he needed to be much more openminded. Play wrestling was something leopards greatly enjoyed and he had often watched envious of the wild ones their ability to play with eachother that way. His strength would have injured even those strong cloud leopards and he had always sought to protect his pack.
Before he could agree to such fun Fallon brazenly threw her towel and climbed on the bed. Her movements were gracefull and brought heat to his gaze. With a playful half smile he crawled onto the bed after her on all fours. Looming over her legs he eyed the spot she patted. One brow quirked upwards as he looked back into her warm brown eyes.
"But here looks much more comfortable." Playfully nuzzling her scented skin with his head and face, Cyrus planted kisses along her naked skin.
Of course her comments caused him to rethink that time frame. The thought of wreastling even in play with Fallon was enough to cause his cock to twitch. Since learning of Ted he had figured she would be adverse to those types of games. Apparently he needed to be much more openminded. Play wrestling was something leopards greatly enjoyed and he had often watched envious of the wild ones their ability to play with eachother that way. His strength would have injured even those strong cloud leopards and he had always sought to protect his pack.
Before he could agree to such fun Fallon brazenly threw her towel and climbed on the bed. Her movements were gracefull and brought heat to his gaze. With a playful half smile he crawled onto the bed after her on all fours. Looming over her legs he eyed the spot she patted. One brow quirked upwards as he looked back into her warm brown eyes.
"But here looks much more comfortable." Playfully nuzzling her scented skin with his head and face, Cyrus planted kisses along her naked skin.
Fallon
18 years ago
"As usual, you are the wisest of us."
Fallon responded, as she watched Cyrus ignore her offer to lie next to her, and instead crawled up over her. How he was able to keep going at this pace amazed her, but she certainly wasn't about to question it.
Instead, she just grinned, and dealt with it, and returned his nuzzles with her own. It was a little strange, but yet felt very natural to accept his slightly feline attentions. Even in his human form some of what Cyrus did reminded Fallon that he could change into his cat at any given moment. She wanted to understand that process better, but held off asking him to show her more. She trusted he did not feel odd changing or being around her like that, or at least hoped that was the case. But there was more to her feelings than just that, and that was where she got a little confused.
Throwing her head back, she opened herself up to his affections, and growled. Part of the sound was a mimic of his, but part was something she felt deep inside.
"Oh Cyrus...you do such delicious things to me..."
And her nails dug into his shoulders, as he kissed his way around her body. Finally her curiosity got the better of her, and she took his face in her hands, holding it up to her. Her eyes locked on his, and her face softened...the edge of determination vanished. Yet her desire to know had not.
"Can I ask you something? It may sound crazy, but I would really like to know..."
Her fingertips brushed across his forehead, and her thumb his lips.
"Have you ever...what I mean to say is...when you change into your leopard...have you ever...been...with a female leopard?"
Hearing the words voiced, Fallon closed her eyes, and let her head fall back against the headboard. Here the man was in the middle of making love to her, and she wanted to talk about his being a leopard? She took her bottom lip between her teeth, and waited, but just for a few seconds. Then her fear of looking foolish took over, and she spoke up again.
"Oh, never mind...I don't know why I felt I needed to know that. It's silly."
And taking hold of his shoulders yet again, she tried tugged him upwards, wanting to resume the love play of earlier.
Fallon responded, as she watched Cyrus ignore her offer to lie next to her, and instead crawled up over her. How he was able to keep going at this pace amazed her, but she certainly wasn't about to question it.
Instead, she just grinned, and dealt with it, and returned his nuzzles with her own. It was a little strange, but yet felt very natural to accept his slightly feline attentions. Even in his human form some of what Cyrus did reminded Fallon that he could change into his cat at any given moment. She wanted to understand that process better, but held off asking him to show her more. She trusted he did not feel odd changing or being around her like that, or at least hoped that was the case. But there was more to her feelings than just that, and that was where she got a little confused.
Throwing her head back, she opened herself up to his affections, and growled. Part of the sound was a mimic of his, but part was something she felt deep inside.
"Oh Cyrus...you do such delicious things to me..."
And her nails dug into his shoulders, as he kissed his way around her body. Finally her curiosity got the better of her, and she took his face in her hands, holding it up to her. Her eyes locked on his, and her face softened...the edge of determination vanished. Yet her desire to know had not.
"Can I ask you something? It may sound crazy, but I would really like to know..."
Her fingertips brushed across his forehead, and her thumb his lips.
"Have you ever...what I mean to say is...when you change into your leopard...have you ever...been...with a female leopard?"
Hearing the words voiced, Fallon closed her eyes, and let her head fall back against the headboard. Here the man was in the middle of making love to her, and she wanted to talk about his being a leopard? She took her bottom lip between her teeth, and waited, but just for a few seconds. Then her fear of looking foolish took over, and she spoke up again.
"Oh, never mind...I don't know why I felt I needed to know that. It's silly."
And taking hold of his shoulders yet again, she tried tugged him upwards, wanting to resume the love play of earlier.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Enjoying the playfull snuggling and soft skin under his lips, Cyrus did not consider his actions foreplay really. It was just play. Cuddling his kitten and making her feel good and demonstrating his affection for her. Her actions mimicing him felt good, safe and cared for. When the wildcat emerged, digging into his shoulders, he smiled happily.
Cocking his head slightly at her asking to ask a question. Fallon's fingers touching his face was nice and made him want to nuzzle them as well. Her halting question was not unreasonable though it appeared to make her embarassed to ask. Unfortunately he contemplated how to answer that question too long and she tried to brush it off and tugged upon him. Someday she would beat him for not doing as she wished, but tonight he just could not seem to cooperate. Instead of rising up to snuggle with her again he lay down flat on his stomach, arms curling around her womanly curved rear. Resting his weight on his elbows he looked up the length of her body into her eyes.
Trying to comfort her he placed a kiss on her satiny belly before he began to talk. "Mating to a leopard is dangerous. Lots of claws and fangs as well as agression. Its not uncommon for the female to be injured or even killed. The cats that live in my jungle are under my protection, plus they mate for the chance of offspring and since I cannot provide I abstain."
Rubbing his face against her once more snuggling close he kept talking. "My existance has been long and spanning different cultures. In the past I have assuaged my need however possible. In this town I do not have the network of luxuries and familiars so I use my body to attract meals. So while I may offer and tease I dont play with my food seriously. To much like prostitution and I dislike feeling like that."
With a shrug of his shoulder he rested his head on her hip. His disclosure while devoid of details was still a lot for any woman to take in. Giving her time to react or at least comprehend the implications of his statement, his fingers lightly stroked the base of her spine.
Cocking his head slightly at her asking to ask a question. Fallon's fingers touching his face was nice and made him want to nuzzle them as well. Her halting question was not unreasonable though it appeared to make her embarassed to ask. Unfortunately he contemplated how to answer that question too long and she tried to brush it off and tugged upon him. Someday she would beat him for not doing as she wished, but tonight he just could not seem to cooperate. Instead of rising up to snuggle with her again he lay down flat on his stomach, arms curling around her womanly curved rear. Resting his weight on his elbows he looked up the length of her body into her eyes.
Trying to comfort her he placed a kiss on her satiny belly before he began to talk. "Mating to a leopard is dangerous. Lots of claws and fangs as well as agression. Its not uncommon for the female to be injured or even killed. The cats that live in my jungle are under my protection, plus they mate for the chance of offspring and since I cannot provide I abstain."
Rubbing his face against her once more snuggling close he kept talking. "My existance has been long and spanning different cultures. In the past I have assuaged my need however possible. In this town I do not have the network of luxuries and familiars so I use my body to attract meals. So while I may offer and tease I dont play with my food seriously. To much like prostitution and I dislike feeling like that."
With a shrug of his shoulder he rested his head on her hip. His disclosure while devoid of details was still a lot for any woman to take in. Giving her time to react or at least comprehend the implications of his statement, his fingers lightly stroked the base of her spine.
Fallon
18 years ago
Though it took her a while to fully relax with Cyrus resting where he was, Fallon ultimately did. His kiss to her stomach tickled very softly, and in quite the most exquisite way. As he talked, she kept her eyes on him, and trailed her nails through the short hair at his temples, and down behind his ears.
His description of leopards mating wasn't as horrific to Fallon, as it might have been to someone without her background. She understood violence and sex, though she would never associate Cyrus with the combination. His further comment about how he treated his needs, made her feel even that much more special too, and she momentarily wondered if he knew that. Just the way he spoke to her, and treated her made Fallon feel more special than she had ever felt in her life. He had become father, teacher, friend, and lover to her, all rolled up into one magnificent person, in such a short time. Again she thanked the fates for letting her luck change, and for giving him to her.
She didn't need to analyze his words much. With Cyrus being who he was, Fallon trusted the way he lived his life. It had made him the man she loved, and the man who now shared a part of his life with her. A little hint of sadness was felt by her, but so over shadowed by his strength, that it was soon forgotten. Cyrus was a wise man, and his longevity proved that.
"You are such a wise man, my Cyrus. You have learned how to live in today's world, and not just survive, as both man, and animal. You are able to live within your convictions and not compromise your morals. You enjoy life without making it at the expense of others. And you still make time to consider ways to make others feel good. You are a rare, wise man."
Even if she hadn't understood fully, what he had told her, there was nothing in Fallon that would have allowed her to judge him. For all her weaknesses, and shortcomings, he had still accepted her, and then only sought ways to make her life more comfortable. Had she been a very sentimental woman, she probably would have been in tears now. But Fallon wasn't normally given to tears, so instead she just continued to smile at him with all the love she felt spilling from her eyes.
"I guess then too...I'm quite happy to have met you as a man, and not run into you in a jungle somewhere."
The thought of energetic lovemaking was exciting to Fallon, but being killed by a mate in the throes of passion were not.
His description of leopards mating wasn't as horrific to Fallon, as it might have been to someone without her background. She understood violence and sex, though she would never associate Cyrus with the combination. His further comment about how he treated his needs, made her feel even that much more special too, and she momentarily wondered if he knew that. Just the way he spoke to her, and treated her made Fallon feel more special than she had ever felt in her life. He had become father, teacher, friend, and lover to her, all rolled up into one magnificent person, in such a short time. Again she thanked the fates for letting her luck change, and for giving him to her.
She didn't need to analyze his words much. With Cyrus being who he was, Fallon trusted the way he lived his life. It had made him the man she loved, and the man who now shared a part of his life with her. A little hint of sadness was felt by her, but so over shadowed by his strength, that it was soon forgotten. Cyrus was a wise man, and his longevity proved that.
"You are such a wise man, my Cyrus. You have learned how to live in today's world, and not just survive, as both man, and animal. You are able to live within your convictions and not compromise your morals. You enjoy life without making it at the expense of others. And you still make time to consider ways to make others feel good. You are a rare, wise man."
Even if she hadn't understood fully, what he had told her, there was nothing in Fallon that would have allowed her to judge him. For all her weaknesses, and shortcomings, he had still accepted her, and then only sought ways to make her life more comfortable. Had she been a very sentimental woman, she probably would have been in tears now. But Fallon wasn't normally given to tears, so instead she just continued to smile at him with all the love she felt spilling from her eyes.
"I guess then too...I'm quite happy to have met you as a man, and not run into you in a jungle somewhere."
The thought of energetic lovemaking was exciting to Fallon, but being killed by a mate in the throes of passion were not.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Safe and secure in Fallon's embrace, Cyrus was torn. He doubted he was as wise or thoughtful as she expressed. Instinct was to survive and he had. Sure there were moments of selfless protection of those he cared about like his clan, familiars and leopards but he knew when to cut and run. Prefering the simplicity of living wild in the jungle was an excuse to distance himself, to keep himself safe from the emotional needs of others. His father would have called it cowardly but Cyrus had long ago given up trying to please that simple yak herder.
Turning his eyes towards hers shocked him to see such acceptance clear in her face. There it was again, him underestimating her compassion and acceptance. 'This woman was definately a keeper' was the predominant thought as he slowly rose over her.
"You realize that if you keep saying these nice things I will be forced to keep you." While his tone was joking, the sentiment was serious. Busying himself at her lush cleavage he hoped to distract her from his declairation even while he branded her as his with his carress and scent.
Turning his eyes towards hers shocked him to see such acceptance clear in her face. There it was again, him underestimating her compassion and acceptance. 'This woman was definately a keeper' was the predominant thought as he slowly rose over her.
"You realize that if you keep saying these nice things I will be forced to keep you." While his tone was joking, the sentiment was serious. Busying himself at her lush cleavage he hoped to distract her from his declairation even while he branded her as his with his carress and scent.
Fallon
18 years ago
Thoughts seemed to plague him a bit, as he listened to her. She hoped nothing she had said was thoughtless, or possibly being misconstrued. She ran the words back through her head, and didn't think she had overstepped any lines that might still be between them.
"You do know I'm not just saying these things. I really do mean them Cyrus."
When he covered her, she gently held the back of his neck as he nuzzled her breasts. Yet the comment about 'keeping' her gave Fallon a little jolt, and started to remind her of Panos taking her, and what might have happened had he not let her go. She knew Cyrus was teasing, but it did put a little catch in her throat, until she admonished herself for letting her thoughts travel that path again.
Sliding the back of a hand under his chin, she softly nudged him up, to look into her eyes.
"But...I can think of worse things."
And right now one of the best things she could think of, was to be kept by him.
Returning her hand to the back of his neck, Fallon tilted her hips slightly, to feel him more fully against the vee of her legs. Alternating, she ran the soft sole of her foot up his leg, putting her body into contact with as much of his as she could.
"You do know I'm not just saying these things. I really do mean them Cyrus."
When he covered her, she gently held the back of his neck as he nuzzled her breasts. Yet the comment about 'keeping' her gave Fallon a little jolt, and started to remind her of Panos taking her, and what might have happened had he not let her go. She knew Cyrus was teasing, but it did put a little catch in her throat, until she admonished herself for letting her thoughts travel that path again.
Sliding the back of a hand under his chin, she softly nudged him up, to look into her eyes.
"But...I can think of worse things."
And right now one of the best things she could think of, was to be kept by him.
Returning her hand to the back of his neck, Fallon tilted her hips slightly, to feel him more fully against the vee of her legs. Alternating, she ran the soft sole of her foot up his leg, putting her body into contact with as much of his as she could.
Cyrus
18 years ago
A small chuckle started deep in his belly at her comment of 'worse things'. Arching a brow he tried not to laugh and give away his new intention. "Really? You can think up worse things, hhmm?"
Even the luxurious feeling of her pressing that naked skin all along him was not enough to deter him now. Worse indeed. Turning his chuckle into a growl he mentaly braced himself to free the use of his hands and launched a full out tickle assault on her delicate skin. Nothing was sacred and he easily teased every portion of skin he saw including some that he had to hunt for.
The delicate skin of her sides, up to the underneith of her arms, the insides of her elbows, the nape of her neck, her hip bones and along the insides of her thighs were his battle ground. Mercilessly he tormented her, laughing at the plight of the woman under him. Luckily he had nestled himself between her legs, trapping her underneith him.
Even the luxurious feeling of her pressing that naked skin all along him was not enough to deter him now. Worse indeed. Turning his chuckle into a growl he mentaly braced himself to free the use of his hands and launched a full out tickle assault on her delicate skin. Nothing was sacred and he easily teased every portion of skin he saw including some that he had to hunt for.
The delicate skin of her sides, up to the underneith of her arms, the insides of her elbows, the nape of her neck, her hip bones and along the insides of her thighs were his battle ground. Mercilessly he tormented her, laughing at the plight of the woman under him. Luckily he had nestled himself between her legs, trapping her underneith him.
Fallon
18 years ago
From the look in Cyrus' eyes, and the rumble in his belly, Fallon guessed she had responded in a manner that he had found quite funny. When he arched his eyebrow, she felt a funny feeling, that just about confirmed it. The growl did her in totally, and she felt her body tense up from instinct. However, while she knew he would never hurt her, she had no inclination that he would start to tickle her either.
Very briefly it reminded Fallon of another time when she had been tickled, but this time...well, this time was very different. For one thing she knew what to expect, once she knew what was coming.
Squealing without any regard for those in neighboring rooms, Fallon squirmed underneath Cyrus, and laughed until her jaws ached, and the tears rolled from her eyes. He had he so effectively pinned, that there was no chance she would be able to free herself. When that knowledge first hit, a flash of panic shook through her, but also rapidly evaporated. This was Cyrus...and that thought returned her body to laughter.
Fortunately, because she didn't breath the way she had as a human, Fallon was in no danger of passing out from hyperventilating. She did begin to harbor images of revenge though, when she saw that Cyrus was having much too much fun with his endeavor.
Finally, when she couldn't think straight, Fallon began trying to grab Cyrus' hands.
"Cyrus! Please...stoooooooppp....I'll do whatever you want...pleassssssseee!"
She had toned herself down from the earlier squeal, but couldn't keep the whine from her plea. She was still laughing though, and hoped that little fact didn't make Cyrus think she wasn't sincere in her wanting him to stop.
Very briefly it reminded Fallon of another time when she had been tickled, but this time...well, this time was very different. For one thing she knew what to expect, once she knew what was coming.
Squealing without any regard for those in neighboring rooms, Fallon squirmed underneath Cyrus, and laughed until her jaws ached, and the tears rolled from her eyes. He had he so effectively pinned, that there was no chance she would be able to free herself. When that knowledge first hit, a flash of panic shook through her, but also rapidly evaporated. This was Cyrus...and that thought returned her body to laughter.
Fortunately, because she didn't breath the way she had as a human, Fallon was in no danger of passing out from hyperventilating. She did begin to harbor images of revenge though, when she saw that Cyrus was having much too much fun with his endeavor.
Finally, when she couldn't think straight, Fallon began trying to grab Cyrus' hands.
"Cyrus! Please...stoooooooppp....I'll do whatever you want...pleassssssseee!"
She had toned herself down from the earlier squeal, but couldn't keep the whine from her plea. She was still laughing though, and hoped that little fact didn't make Cyrus think she wasn't sincere in her wanting him to stop.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus loved how she squirmed underneith him. Her cries made him think that perhaps it was time to change the attack. She had mentioned not minding playfull so he would cautiously try it. Letting her questing hands capture his he laughed. He really did not need hands for this now. "Anything I want hhmm? Sounds interesting but first things first."
Mock growling at her as his head decended, Cyrus launched his next assault. Light and gently nips landed on the quivering flesh below her collar bone. Using lips and suction more than teeth while he shook his head back an forth over each spot of flesh he worried. No where was left untouched. Starting at Fallon's chest and moving downwards he paid particular attention to the soft flesh around her breasts. When he had finished the soft warm undersides he moved to the tips. There he used his teeth and tongue, carefull not to puncture her skin with his fangs.
Shifing his body downward made his hold on her precarious as his weight was now pressed more into the bed than onto her. He knew she could flip him now if she tried. Making the most of the time left before she exacted her revenge he continued his journey down her body growling and nipping at her flesh. Ribs, belly, navel, hip bones, thighs. His goal was the sweet spot between her legs but first he intended to nibble on the muscle of her calves and behind her knees.
Mock growling at her as his head decended, Cyrus launched his next assault. Light and gently nips landed on the quivering flesh below her collar bone. Using lips and suction more than teeth while he shook his head back an forth over each spot of flesh he worried. No where was left untouched. Starting at Fallon's chest and moving downwards he paid particular attention to the soft flesh around her breasts. When he had finished the soft warm undersides he moved to the tips. There he used his teeth and tongue, carefull not to puncture her skin with his fangs.
Shifing his body downward made his hold on her precarious as his weight was now pressed more into the bed than onto her. He knew she could flip him now if she tried. Making the most of the time left before she exacted her revenge he continued his journey down her body growling and nipping at her flesh. Ribs, belly, navel, hip bones, thighs. His goal was the sweet spot between her legs but first he intended to nibble on the muscle of her calves and behind her knees.
Fallon
18 years ago
As he lightened up, Fallon's breathing calmed, and she felt herself relax a little again. His words still kept her skeptical, so she didn't drop her guard altogether. His growl proved her actions to be wise, but this time when he attacked her she moaned instead of squealing.
"Oh baby...that feels so much better." She laughed softly and returned her nails to his back, and shoulders, and as his lips moved so did her fingers.
"You are insatiable...and I love you for it." She blushed at the passion in her voice, as it almost hadn't sounded like her. It was good that some things came instinctively, otherwise Fallon was afraid she would have just lay beneath Cyrus like a lump of flesh. Instead her body remained in almost constant motion, her nipples moving in the wake of his lips, her hips rotating against his stomach, her feet rubbing up and down his legs, then his ass. And her nails, acting more like claws now, kneading against his back, shoulders, and neck.
Extremely alert, Fallon knew when it was she was no longer pinned beneath Cyrus. She knew when it was she regained the ability to move, but she bided her time. He knew all the right places to kiss and nibble on her, and she hesitated giving up her returning rapture to turn the tables.
But after a while Fallon's desire to make him feel good, over rode her own needs. And when she felt she could maneuver, she sat up, moved back away from his delicious mouth, and lunged forward until she was lying across his back, with her face hovering over his ass. Her hands flew up to cup his cheeks, and caress them, before she lowered her tongue to the skin there, and began doing a bit of nibbling herself. It was a most unusual and yet very interesting position to be in, and to see her lover in, with everything upside down. Grinning, Fallon shifted forward again, and applied her tongue to the crack in his cheeks, trailing it down to the spot under his sac, between his legs, pushing his legs apart with her elbows.
Cyrus had a great body, and Fallon had become extremely enamoured of it. She also loved the taste and texture of him on her tongue, so she didn't hesitate to nuzzle her face into the soft, warm musky area presented to her now. An image of cats sniffing each other's tails flashed into Fallon's mind. Her hands encircled Cyrus' hips and moved to take hold of him, while he was still pressed between the mattress and his stomach. His sac was swept up into her mouth with her tongue, and began rolling the skin between her tongue and cheeks. Little groans, and soft mews slipped between her lips, and his balls, and all the time her hands continued to stroke his length, slowly. The weight of her on him, pressing him into the bed, did not make her actions easy, but somehow she managed.
Releasing him from her mouth, Fallon slid off his backside, and began drawing lazy circles up his spine. She wondered how long he would lay there like that, before he was ready to continue on with their little game.
"Oh baby...that feels so much better." She laughed softly and returned her nails to his back, and shoulders, and as his lips moved so did her fingers.
"You are insatiable...and I love you for it." She blushed at the passion in her voice, as it almost hadn't sounded like her. It was good that some things came instinctively, otherwise Fallon was afraid she would have just lay beneath Cyrus like a lump of flesh. Instead her body remained in almost constant motion, her nipples moving in the wake of his lips, her hips rotating against his stomach, her feet rubbing up and down his legs, then his ass. And her nails, acting more like claws now, kneading against his back, shoulders, and neck.
Extremely alert, Fallon knew when it was she was no longer pinned beneath Cyrus. She knew when it was she regained the ability to move, but she bided her time. He knew all the right places to kiss and nibble on her, and she hesitated giving up her returning rapture to turn the tables.
But after a while Fallon's desire to make him feel good, over rode her own needs. And when she felt she could maneuver, she sat up, moved back away from his delicious mouth, and lunged forward until she was lying across his back, with her face hovering over his ass. Her hands flew up to cup his cheeks, and caress them, before she lowered her tongue to the skin there, and began doing a bit of nibbling herself. It was a most unusual and yet very interesting position to be in, and to see her lover in, with everything upside down. Grinning, Fallon shifted forward again, and applied her tongue to the crack in his cheeks, trailing it down to the spot under his sac, between his legs, pushing his legs apart with her elbows.
Cyrus had a great body, and Fallon had become extremely enamoured of it. She also loved the taste and texture of him on her tongue, so she didn't hesitate to nuzzle her face into the soft, warm musky area presented to her now. An image of cats sniffing each other's tails flashed into Fallon's mind. Her hands encircled Cyrus' hips and moved to take hold of him, while he was still pressed between the mattress and his stomach. His sac was swept up into her mouth with her tongue, and began rolling the skin between her tongue and cheeks. Little groans, and soft mews slipped between her lips, and his balls, and all the time her hands continued to stroke his length, slowly. The weight of her on him, pressing him into the bed, did not make her actions easy, but somehow she managed.
Releasing him from her mouth, Fallon slid off his backside, and began drawing lazy circles up his spine. She wondered how long he would lay there like that, before he was ready to continue on with their little game.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Captivated by Fallon's reaction to his play, Cyrus was not prepared for her movements. His kitten had once more shown that she could turn into a wildcat at any moment. Pressed between the bed and her sweet weight he waited to see what exactly she would do. While her actions were surprizing, he did not refuse the pleasure they elicted.
Her hands on him, mouth, tongue. A shiver went up his spine as she swept his balls into her mouth. Holding very still while she played though very aware Fallon had fangs. Not like his but they were there. The risk simply added to the sensation, curling his toes and a further hardening of his shaft. Her hands stroking him tested his control, even after the prior two releases.
Finally she slid off his body though one hand lingered on his back. Taking several deep breaths he tried to scrape his control back together. Rolling onto his back to look at his wildcat through heavy lidded eyes, Cyrus slipped his hand onto her hip petting her like she had been doing to him earlier.
"You are certainly full of surprises, kitten." His voice was husky and tinged with something between delight and surprise. Maybe that was delighted surprise? He really did not care, instead of questioning it, he simply thanked his luck to find her. Stroking his hand along her smooth hip he wondered just what she would do next.
The mental image of her straddling him in the tub caused him to twitch. With his free hand he patted his thigh. "Why dont you climb on here and surprise me some more?"
Her hands on him, mouth, tongue. A shiver went up his spine as she swept his balls into her mouth. Holding very still while she played though very aware Fallon had fangs. Not like his but they were there. The risk simply added to the sensation, curling his toes and a further hardening of his shaft. Her hands stroking him tested his control, even after the prior two releases.
Finally she slid off his body though one hand lingered on his back. Taking several deep breaths he tried to scrape his control back together. Rolling onto his back to look at his wildcat through heavy lidded eyes, Cyrus slipped his hand onto her hip petting her like she had been doing to him earlier.
"You are certainly full of surprises, kitten." His voice was husky and tinged with something between delight and surprise. Maybe that was delighted surprise? He really did not care, instead of questioning it, he simply thanked his luck to find her. Stroking his hand along her smooth hip he wondered just what she would do next.
The mental image of her straddling him in the tub caused him to twitch. With his free hand he patted his thigh. "Why dont you climb on here and surprise me some more?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Since Cyrus hadn't turned over immediately after Fallon moved off him, she had to wonder if he maybe hadn't enjoyed her teasing. She found it a little difficult to believe, as so far he had seemed to like everything she had done. Instead of asking, she just kept sliding her hand along his back, while watching and listening. After what seemed an eternity, but was actually mere seconds, Cyrus did roll over. The sexy look on his face answered her silent questions, and she smiled seductively at him, as her hand moved to the front of his body. His soft touches on her skin electrifying her skin even more.
She liked when he called her 'kitten'. She liked any terms of endearment when they came from him, and considered whatever he called her to basically be that. But kitten seemed to connect her to him more somehow.
"I'm glad I can surprise you...you're surprising me all the time."
How nice it was to actually feel the part of seductress for a change, instead of pretending. For Cyrus, Fallon knew she would do anything, so deep were her feelings for him. So she didn't hesitate a second, when he gestured for her to climb onto him again. Sitting up, she went onto her knees, and then slid one shin across his body, purposely nudging against his growing erection with her knee, and rubbing that area a few times before straddling him.
She came to rest high on his thighs, with her mons pressed against his sac. Supporting herself with her legs, she tilted her pelvis back, forth, and rotated in small circles, moving sensuously all over his groin. Dragging her nails, and the pads of her fingers up the length of his chest, she paused briefly to tweak and tease his pecs and nipples. Stretching until she could reach his mouth with hers, she pressed her body into his fully, feeling him strain against her stomach. And a small smile played along her lips as she brushed them firmly onto his.
When she felt she had toyed with him long enough, she sat up and using her hands against his hips now, lifted herself above him, until she could feel just the tip of him at her entrance. A growl escaped as she began to lower herself, and felt him fill her. Biting her own lip she carelessly nicked her lip with a fang, and wondered if she would ever get used to them. Sliding down the remaining inches of Cyrus's cock, Fallon leaned in and barely touched her lips and tongue to his, letting her blood slowly trickle into is mouth.
She liked when he called her 'kitten'. She liked any terms of endearment when they came from him, and considered whatever he called her to basically be that. But kitten seemed to connect her to him more somehow.
"I'm glad I can surprise you...you're surprising me all the time."
How nice it was to actually feel the part of seductress for a change, instead of pretending. For Cyrus, Fallon knew she would do anything, so deep were her feelings for him. So she didn't hesitate a second, when he gestured for her to climb onto him again. Sitting up, she went onto her knees, and then slid one shin across his body, purposely nudging against his growing erection with her knee, and rubbing that area a few times before straddling him.
She came to rest high on his thighs, with her mons pressed against his sac. Supporting herself with her legs, she tilted her pelvis back, forth, and rotated in small circles, moving sensuously all over his groin. Dragging her nails, and the pads of her fingers up the length of his chest, she paused briefly to tweak and tease his pecs and nipples. Stretching until she could reach his mouth with hers, she pressed her body into his fully, feeling him strain against her stomach. And a small smile played along her lips as she brushed them firmly onto his.
When she felt she had toyed with him long enough, she sat up and using her hands against his hips now, lifted herself above him, until she could feel just the tip of him at her entrance. A growl escaped as she began to lower herself, and felt him fill her. Biting her own lip she carelessly nicked her lip with a fang, and wondered if she would ever get used to them. Sliding down the remaining inches of Cyrus's cock, Fallon leaned in and barely touched her lips and tongue to his, letting her blood slowly trickle into is mouth.
Cyrus
18 years ago
His smile at her comment disolved with a groan as her leg brushed his cock. Watching her climb over him even without the teasing touches caused him to twitch as blood pounded through his veins. His hands found her knees. Softly he traced his fingers along her skin, savoring how she felt under his fingers.
Feeling her press against him had his muscles tensing, needing to thrust up into her. This moment was hers to take them both whereever she wished so he lay under her straining as his eyes burned over every inch of her. As she finger walked up his chest a groan emerged. Feeling her body press down on him stoked his passion ever higher.
"Fallon!" Caught between a groan and a shout, it was as far as he would go to beg, or so he fooled himself into beliving.
Such sweet smiling kisses from her only served to make him even more hungry for her. Groaning as she sat back upright Cyrus mourned the loss of her warm firm flesh pressing against his erection. His hands gripped her hips, pushing against her slightly as she manuvered around. Slowly her warm wet channel engulfed him. His muscles bunched as he was slowly gripped by her body. Finally he was burried deep inside her with the press of her cervix against his crown.
Cyrus was sure nothing could improve this feeling until Fallon shifted around him as she leaned down, dribbling blood into his mouth. Deep inside her body his cock jerked in reaction. His hands pulled her down to his chest as his mouth latched onto hers, licking sucking and exploring. Hips shifting as far as the position allowed he slipped out about an inch, only to slide back in slowly, savoring the feel of her vice-like grip.
Feeling her press against him had his muscles tensing, needing to thrust up into her. This moment was hers to take them both whereever she wished so he lay under her straining as his eyes burned over every inch of her. As she finger walked up his chest a groan emerged. Feeling her body press down on him stoked his passion ever higher.
"Fallon!" Caught between a groan and a shout, it was as far as he would go to beg, or so he fooled himself into beliving.
Such sweet smiling kisses from her only served to make him even more hungry for her. Groaning as she sat back upright Cyrus mourned the loss of her warm firm flesh pressing against his erection. His hands gripped her hips, pushing against her slightly as she manuvered around. Slowly her warm wet channel engulfed him. His muscles bunched as he was slowly gripped by her body. Finally he was burried deep inside her with the press of her cervix against his crown.
Cyrus was sure nothing could improve this feeling until Fallon shifted around him as she leaned down, dribbling blood into his mouth. Deep inside her body his cock jerked in reaction. His hands pulled her down to his chest as his mouth latched onto hers, licking sucking and exploring. Hips shifting as far as the position allowed he slipped out about an inch, only to slide back in slowly, savoring the feel of her vice-like grip.
Fallon
18 years ago
Hearing her name on his lips, Fallon almost stopped what she was doing. Almost. Hearing enough desire in his tone, she only stepped up her actions, and moved more firmly against him.
"I'm sorry Cyrus, but I just can't stop now. You'll just need to deal with it...with me...as I am."
She grinned deliciously as she spoke, her own tone full of desire, and even a little bit of...power? Every time Cyrus groaned or his body twitched, Fallon knew it was because of her, and she reveled in it all.
Even while he had a grasp on her, holding her down bunched to him, their mouths meshed, and throbbing as they feasted from each other, she continued to move her backside around. Each rotation pressed Fallon harder to Cyrus, and her insides were soon shuddering with a climax that she thought would turn her inside out. The two of them joined together to create the most exquisite and perfect rhythm, that soon had Fallon gripping Cyrus' arms, and crying his name at the top of her lungs.
She rode him until she thought she couldn't move one more inch...not one more second...and still she managed to stay with him. She never wanted the intense sensation to stop, but she knew it had to.
Seconds seemed to be hours, when Fallon's body finally screamed out it was time to stop. By that time she had lost count of how many times she had peaked...her breath quick, short, pants...shudders that shook her whole body. And as she lay across Cyrus, smiling, only one thought occupied her head...if she died now, she would have no regrets.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" passed through her lips as she felt him slide from her body, and her nails again dug into his arms.
"Pleasssssse...don't...move."
"I'm sorry Cyrus, but I just can't stop now. You'll just need to deal with it...with me...as I am."
She grinned deliciously as she spoke, her own tone full of desire, and even a little bit of...power? Every time Cyrus groaned or his body twitched, Fallon knew it was because of her, and she reveled in it all.
Even while he had a grasp on her, holding her down bunched to him, their mouths meshed, and throbbing as they feasted from each other, she continued to move her backside around. Each rotation pressed Fallon harder to Cyrus, and her insides were soon shuddering with a climax that she thought would turn her inside out. The two of them joined together to create the most exquisite and perfect rhythm, that soon had Fallon gripping Cyrus' arms, and crying his name at the top of her lungs.
She rode him until she thought she couldn't move one more inch...not one more second...and still she managed to stay with him. She never wanted the intense sensation to stop, but she knew it had to.
Seconds seemed to be hours, when Fallon's body finally screamed out it was time to stop. By that time she had lost count of how many times she had peaked...her breath quick, short, pants...shudders that shook her whole body. And as she lay across Cyrus, smiling, only one thought occupied her head...if she died now, she would have no regrets.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" passed through her lips as she felt him slide from her body, and her nails again dug into his arms.
"Pleasssssse...don't...move."