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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 30, 2013 20:21:24 GMT -5
taylor responded slightly more passionatly than what he was giving to her. The dogs had seen what had happened and ran off to a different room. As he pulled back, her hands cupped the back of his neck. "Stuck in the ghost of her past." she said before kissing him again, leaning back a bit. She never imagined kissing him like this before, but its like what she said before, two matching broken pieces may have been created that way to fix one another. |
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Post by David Delacrux on Apr 30, 2013 20:25:46 GMT -5
I kiss her back with more passion as she gradually leans back, subsequently pulling me on top of her. I support my weight on one arm, the other cupping her face in my hand. I move to her neck and nip gently at the skin before kissing her neck lovingly. My free hand trails down her side. I don't know how far exactly she wants me to go. I'm glad the dogs keep me in shape.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 30, 2013 20:43:23 GMT -5
Taylor looked at him, then closing her eyes again as they kissed, her fingers running down his face. Her left hand made its way back to his neck while her right hand slid down to his rib cage. Her hand froze there as he began to kiss her neck. She felt a nip and could feel her heart melt. Her right hand regained movement as it traveled to his shirt, playfully teasing it, asking if it was ok without saying anything. |
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Post by David Delacrux on Apr 30, 2013 20:47:38 GMT -5
I sit up and tug my shirt off over my head, tossing it onto a chair as I smile at her and kiss her lovingly. If this were any other girl, sex on the first date would mean one-night stand, but I'm not that guy anymore. I won't push her to do anything, and I'm happy just to sit with her, but I'll be the first to admit kissing her feels amazing. I trail my hand down her side and just under her shirt, tracing soft circles around her hip.
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Post by Taylor Asher on Apr 30, 2013 21:20:13 GMT -5
Taylor's hands traveled down to the hem of her tank-top, taking the garment over her head and tossing it mere feet away from the couch. Taylor had seen him shirtless before, but that was years ago. He had defined musscle tone, thanks to his athletics and dog training gym. Her hands found comfort on his sides, under his rib cage, one of the most sensitive areas of the human body. She kissed him back, slight more passion behind her kisses. [/color] |
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Post by David Delacrux on May 1, 2013 11:31:12 GMT -5
I kiss her neck and murmur against her skin. I need consent. Taylor, what do you want? I say in reference to how far she wants me to go. All she has to do is say stop and we stop. I'm a gentleman. I treat women with respect. They're people not objects, and Taylor, she's irreplaceable. I do not want to lose her.
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Post by Taylor Asher on May 1, 2013 13:49:18 GMT -5
Taylor looked up to the man she had first hated in high school. Hate turned to confusion, confusion turned into thought, thought turned into dream and turned into reality. "You." she told him, staring up at his brown eyes. She sighed before kissing him again.
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Post by David Delacrux on May 1, 2013 13:54:03 GMT -5
Done. That's al I needed to hear. I pick her up and her legs automatically wrap around my waist. I carry her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I set her down on the bed and climb on top of her. I kiss her neck lbs fire moving to her collarbone and gently kissing my way to her bare shoulder. My right hand traces fiery patterns down her side and the left supports my weight.
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Post by Taylor Asher on May 1, 2013 14:19:43 GMT -5
Taylor felt him picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her elbows layed gently on his collare bone on eiether side of his neck, her hands her in his face. As they made their way up the stairs, she could feel him opening up a door. He walked in a few feet before placing her on a bed, then getting on top of her. She let go of his hair as her hands went to her jean button, un buttoning and unzipping her pants, after lossening her pants off her hips, she began to take his pants off, feeling a fiery heat behind his kisses. |
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Post by David Delacrux on May 1, 2013 17:20:47 GMT -5
I gently pull her pants the rest of the way off of her and allow her to take my own pants off. I toss both pairs across the room. I kiss her neck before moving to her lips. I kiss down through the valley of her breasts, kissing her stomach and stopping at the waistline of her underwear. I gently nip at the fabric, tracing my tongue over the line of it. I'm not into weird oral sex crap, but I know how to be a tease.
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