A breathy little sigh escaped her as she felt his hands on the curve of her backside, the only sign of agreement that she could formulate currently at his words. She had a feeling he could be suggesting that they go sky diving and she'd feel this agreeable...he clouded her brain just that much. She didn't think it was possible for his lips to be any hotter against hers...lord, they'd been burning so hot already...but her plea seemed to spur him further. She matched his passion, yielding completely to the assault of his lips and tongue.
She felt the muscles of his body shift and gave a surprised little squeak as he lifted her up against his powerful chest. The surprise was short-lived, however, as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, arms clinging to to his neck. She lips caught his again, and she became so lost in him that she barely even felt the motion as he moved them down a hallway and to his bedroom. She felt more alive than she had in...well...ever...and positively feral!.
When it occured to her that he had stopped, she broke away just slightly so she could let her body trail down the length of his as she disengaged her legs from his waist. She damn near stumbled when her feet touched the ground---her knees felt like jello beneath her. She gave a light little laugh. "Makin' a girl go weak in the knees.." She told him, though her hands were already at the hem of her shirt. She drew the form-fitting top up and off, letting it fall from her fingertips at her feet.
Nevaeh was not the type to splurge on $500 designer jeans or $1000 purses like most New Yorkers. She didn't so much care about the price tag of her clothes...as long as they looked good. Her fetish was undergarments. Her theory was, if you knew you looked sexy under your clothes, that feeling of sexiness would follow you around the whole damn day. When she'd dressed today, it had been no different. A red and black, intricately laced demi bra cupped her breasts perfectly, their creamy swells lifted alluringly. She bit her bottom lip as she grinned, holding eye contact as her tiny hands crept to the button on her shorts. The denim fell away as she gracefully stepped out of them, baring her well-toned body to him. Her panties matched her bra, though they were little more than a whisper of lace. She stepped back, though all she wanted was to step forward into his arms. With a saucy grin sent over her shoulder, she turned towards the bed, awarding him with a very exposed view of her barely-clad backside. She slipped onto the bed, nearly cat-like in her grace. She sat back some, leaning back on her arms to look at him, high color in her cheeks and her hair mussed from undressing. "Coming?" She asked sweetly, a naughty little grin still playing on her lips.
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Teach me to number my days
And count every moment
Before it slips away
Take in all the colors
Before they fade to grey
I don't want to miss
Even just a second
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