Post by Eros (Cupid) on Apr 2, 2009 8:58:14 GMT -5
"Let me hear it." He whispered again, ans he moved closer to her on the bed. Before he saw her move he remained where he was, this was what he wanted, this was perfect. He felt the wonderful trail of her hand as it wondered down his cheek and gripped his neck, Responding Eros moved closer his wings fluttered pleased, as he felt sudden lips against his own, he tilted his head, and pressed his lips tightly against hers in the effort. He pushed her back, his excitement boiled, his desire flared once again. Eros met her lips once again as he remained over her, kissing her passionately. He once again welcomed her hand as it touched his chest, he echoed the moan softly, his moan, light, further seductive, as if urging her.
For a while he remained as he was with her, relishing her wondering hands, and the sensation, and pleasure she gave him. He pressed himself closer, his hot body, he pressed closer and tighter against her own. "Relax.." he breathed his voice deep, seductive, teasing. As if that it self could offer her pleasure. Eros slipped a hand to her bare leg, the heat of his skin scolding her own, and he slid the hand up her leg, in turn pushing the hem of her dress up higher. His lips turned to her shoulder where he kissed in many pleasurable, delighted kisses, His breathing heavy in excitement at her sudden moan.
"A gift." He whispered against her neck and ear. As he shivered in pleasure under her hand, and her kisses that all but continued to excite him further. His wings flapped. Oh how he desired her, how he wanted her for his own, for no other to have her, but himself. For her to be his alone. His back arched softly as his stomach contracted under her many kisses. To which he wanted more, so much more, he wanted to equally please her.
For a while he remained as he was with her, relishing her wondering hands, and the sensation, and pleasure she gave him. He pressed himself closer, his hot body, he pressed closer and tighter against her own. "Relax.." he breathed his voice deep, seductive, teasing. As if that it self could offer her pleasure. Eros slipped a hand to her bare leg, the heat of his skin scolding her own, and he slid the hand up her leg, in turn pushing the hem of her dress up higher. His lips turned to her shoulder where he kissed in many pleasurable, delighted kisses, His breathing heavy in excitement at her sudden moan.
"A gift." He whispered against her neck and ear. As he shivered in pleasure under her hand, and her kisses that all but continued to excite him further. His wings flapped. Oh how he desired her, how he wanted her for his own, for no other to have her, but himself. For her to be his alone. His back arched softly as his stomach contracted under her many kisses. To which he wanted more, so much more, he wanted to equally please her.
