http://soursanguine.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] soursanguine.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] sweetsalome 2013-01-11 04:52 am (UTC)

Of course it's something they need. Richard needs this as badly as he needs air. Just to touch her, that's what he needs, to run his hands over her and be close against her warmth. Such overwhelming reassurance, such joy to have her again, every time as wonderful as th efirst time, or better.

The way she shakes, it drives him insane. His hands rove all over her, palms hungry for every inch of flesh they can possibly touch, and his nose fills with the scent of her soft skin the more kisses he plants up and down her throat and jaw and collarbone. He suckles against her flesh, nibbling up to her lips to groan, "It's true, I do. Like two puzzle pieces, one perfectly fitting the other. It's impossible to think about, oh, the beautiful odds. That I should have such a fine little girl, with such a fine form, and such a range of proclivities so much like her father's!"

It truly is the meaning of the word 'blessing'.

"We do, my darling, we do. You and I, the two of us are too intense, Salome, our passions rise to such a fever that they need release, and sometimes that release comes in foolish ways." He strokes his thumb up and down her jaw, eyes boring into hers. "Of course I forgive you. It's all right, baby, no harm done. I'm just glad you're okay, even with two broken fingers, poor girl."

Richard barks out a wicked laugh, hand sliding over her stomach and down between them, his fingertips playing against her clit while his forehead rests against hers, hips working in and out in a merciless beat. "Of course I can do that in a minute, I could do it in thirty seconds." He chuckles huskily, his free hand gripping her hair to tug her mouth up to his and into a suffocating kiss. His nose pushes against hers while his tongue plunges in against hers, a moan pouring into her mouth straight from his. Each hard stroke of his cock within her is another sharp rush of pleasure over his overwhelmed, completely drained skull, moving swiftly toward the edge. Lips pursing in a series of kisses back to her ear, he growls, "I'll make you cum once quickly now, and tomorrow morning we can spend a nice long time playing with each other as a reward for being such a good, patient girl. Doesn't that sound nice?"

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