[ Oh, that sent a pleasurable shudder through his body. Cloud wouldn't say he was an obsessor...but twisting his arm, even in a clearer state of mind? He appreciated the softer assets of a woman. Especially when it was a nice pair like hers, rubbing against him and filling his head with more depraved thoughts.
Off. This needed to come off, now. Lilja was plenty undressed enough for his liking. And while Cloud carried enough common sense in that moonless-driven, lust-adled brain of his to not just tear what 'scraps' remained on her person, it stood to reason that it...all might not be coming off in the first round. All he wanted and needed was to indulge. After all...she did say that if he won their game of 'hide and seek', he could have her any way he wanted. Hunter's choice, tonight. And this wolf chose all of her. ]
Got a penchant of not knowing when to stop, either.
[ Toned muscle, rough play, an insatiable libido; a recipe for the most addictive disaster as her fingers walking up his chest, into the fabric beneath his shoulders, forces him to lean back. Unfortunately, this meant that anything he was doing as his fingers stroked her wet pussy through her laced panties, had to get put on hold for now. In the end, it was probably for the best; pushing himself up one last time from the edge of the bed, the kimono comes off in one smooth slide, pooling behind him as he hungrily drinks the vampire in.
He needed to correct his first mistake. And that was coming in with far too many clothes. He loosens the band on his hakama, not bothering to make a show it (he thinks) and the way he shoves them down and off, kicking the fabric behind him before he's finally, finallyevened the playing field. ]
Better, [ he huffs huskily, bending back over the edge of the bed as he leans into her, this time with the press of his bare, broader chest against her breasts when he steals away another assertive kiss, his hands on either side of her. He's going to start crawling his way onto the bed at this rate, coaxing her back towards the middle with him.
"Better" he says... Except like her, he's still got one layer left- briefs stained in the front by that impressive bulge that's already on the brink of pushing the waistband from his pelvis. ]
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Off. This needed to come off, now. Lilja was plenty undressed enough for his liking. And while Cloud carried enough common sense in that moonless-driven, lust-adled brain of his to not just tear what 'scraps' remained on her person, it stood to reason that it...all might not be coming off in the first round. All he wanted and needed was to indulge. After all...she did say that if he won their game of 'hide and seek', he could have her any way he wanted. Hunter's choice, tonight. And this wolf chose all of her. ]
Got a penchant of not knowing when to stop, either.
[ Toned muscle, rough play, an insatiable libido; a recipe for the most addictive disaster as her fingers walking up his chest, into the fabric beneath his shoulders, forces him to lean back. Unfortunately, this meant that anything he was doing as his fingers stroked her wet pussy through her laced panties, had to get put on hold for now. In the end, it was probably for the best; pushing himself up one last time from the edge of the bed, the kimono comes off in one smooth slide, pooling behind him as he hungrily drinks the vampire in.
He needed to correct his first mistake. And that was coming in with far too many clothes. He loosens the band on his hakama, not bothering to make a show it (he thinks) and the way he shoves them down and off, kicking the fabric behind him before he's finally, finally evened the playing field. ]
Better, [ he huffs huskily, bending back over the edge of the bed as he leans into her, this time with the press of his bare, broader chest against her breasts when he steals away another assertive kiss, his hands on either side of her. He's going to start crawling his way onto the bed at this rate, coaxing her back towards the middle with him.
"Better" he says... Except like her, he's still got one layer left- briefs stained in the front by that impressive bulge that's already on the brink of pushing the waistband from his pelvis. ]