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| Unspoken Posted by: Driana Blackscale at 02-29-2016 22:06 PM, Last Modified 02-29-2016 22:06 PM |
Author note: Alternates between story and author.
This is just bullshit. Lots of anger boiling up mixed with frustration and it was just one of those days where even I couldn’t get any of it out. There was no real explanation as to what brought on every feeling that just coursed like poison in my chest.
The only real struggle any woman should have to face is trying to pull on jeans. That was supposed to be the only problem all women should have to face and it just so happened that she was one of those women; currently struggling and trying to stretch her jeans over her well toned legs.
“Dammit..” Scoffing out in frustration.
She wasn’t sure if it was the jeans fault or her own. Wiping the tears that sprung quickly spreading them over her cheek. He was still asleep in the bedroom as she forced herself to swallow another whimper. She didn’t wanna wake him up so early in the morning with how emotional she got. If she could just slip outside and shovel the snow quickly she would have enough time to hopefully pull out his gift from the car. His smile always made her day.
Skimming her fingertips over the edges of her clothing she moved one hanger after another trying to find some other jeans or just pants that would just slide easily over her backside. For the last several months her mate encouraged her to exercise and achieve something she had always wanted. It was no secret that her very fetish was very much involved with ass, anal, and well.. anything to do with a good spanking.
There were no light steps only the sudden hiss that filled the air. Pressing his scaly chest to her back while sliding his talons over her posterior sending little shocks traveling up her spine. The sensation lingered just long enough for his kisses to slide across her jawline towards the curve of her neck. He always knew. Maybe it was just the way he paid attention. Knowing what she needed before her thoughts could actually form. He left a tingling wave of pain and pleasure cloud over her neck.
On the side note of it getting all hot and steamy over there. It’s hard to stop smiling sometimes. The thoughts that swirl balance between arguing if one thing is attractive over the other. I guess it just comes from romance novels and wanting to create the same form of illusions.
He worked his way down to his knees caressing over her squished thighs. It only seemed to amuse him how she always struggled. His talon hooked her jeans forcing them down nearly knocking her off balance. Only being held by his glare if she didn’t infact catch herself. He took the time to caress the curve of her calf slowly with the insides of his claws; guiding the jeans off each foot with a quick toss like trash over his shoulder. “You know, I don’t like feeling the bed empty when I roll over to pull you close.”
Biting her lip hard enough to make it change colors, almost oozing with flesh between her white teeth almost, just almost, piercing it. She didn’t know how to respond at first. Weighing the words took too long to even form a simple sentence. He took her delicate soft hands circling around his neck. Her soft breaths and fruity scent seemed to overwhelm him as much as his presence overwhelmed her.
Another whimper left her and he captured that simple whimper with his lips. Tasting and teasing. Her tongue was wicked enough to slide against his. It was both inviting yet begging him to invade her mouth. It was a heated moment that turned more whilst taking her back to the warmth of the bed. His morning wood pressed against her as he arched her back into the warmth of the sheets. He was quick to wedge between her legs laying on top of her re-creating an intimate world they had once before shared. It wasn’t just a feeling but more.
As the story develops it’ll be filled with personal memories and fictional moments. The difference would matter much. It just helps the mutual feeling grow.
She smiled softly as her hand stroked over his side and his own stroked over her hair. Sharing secretive looks and the smile that caressed over her lips. Her smiles were contagious enough each time that he was smiling right back at her. Closing her eyes she leaned up just a little brushing her nose against his dragon snout. A little circle here and there flourishing the eskimo kisses before she finally rewarded his lips with one.
Tracing her fingertips over his side cautiously feeling his member pulse between her legs, rubbing against her slit, she pressed her thigh to his own beckoning him closer. She was sure that he would enter her but instead he pulled away trailing down the curve of her neck to her breasts. His forked tongue flicked over the pierced nipples before welcoming it into his heated mouth. A delicious tug later and his gaze caressed her eyes, her lips, her collarbone. Her well rounded shoulders, her full breasts that now held a layer of his saliva. The little glistenings of her nipples only made him moan softly.
Traveling further down he whispered softly beckoning her to let him in. Her mouth opened slightly licking over the inner edge of her upper lip. Her moans were sweet honey to his ears. He trembled a few times but hoped she wouldn’t feel them as he moved further down on her. Sensing the butterflies that filled her stomach it was a private little show he couldn’t resist himself. Hands moving down her body sliding each fingertip over her breasts lightly even trekking and inching down her stomach. Her head turned from one side to another, it wasn’t the fact she was looking for him. It was the simple fact that she was letting her body be owned by him.
His desire filled her. Her inner thighs shook and quivered. She whispered so softly that he almost missed it…
“Yes…”
His darkened features only seemed to enhance with the sunrise, but when everything stilled only her shuddering breaths broke the silence. Trembling against his body.
A private moment shared with the world. A story that is still being written. The end.
Story written for Shade Blackscale.
Written by Driana Le Souris.
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