Her hips damn near lifted off of the bed as he pressed his still-clad length against the source of her heat, and a husky little cry escaped her. How could this level of arousal even be possible? No doubt about it, this was going to be beyond explosive. Something so simple as the press of his hips had felt like it was going to push her right over the edge...and they weren't even flesh to flesh yet! Even more boggling was the fact that climax did not come easy to her. Sure, she always enjoyed the ride...but in order for her to see fireworks, a man really had to invest some time and finesse. Seth barely had to touch her to get her to burn hotter than she'd ever burned for a man!
Wild with lust as she was, she hadn't even noticed the scar that puckered his shoulder, even as her fingers passed over it. Even if she had, it would have done nothing to quell her desire for him...though it would have bothered her that anyone had had the nerve to hurt him. His body was beautiful to her, with the scar or without. In fact, it was likely that he'd ruined her perception of men...for she'd forever compare anyone she met to the rugged perfection she found in him. Not to mention he was sweet, selfless, and had a great personality. He was a package deal...rare as hell, from her experience.
Besides work, Nevaeh had adopted few hobbies. She sampled a bit of everything, but rarely stuck with anything.The one hobby she stuck with was teaching a self defense course for women at her gym. She'd learned herself after a particularly scary night on the way home from a bar in college, that would have likely ended in rape (or murder, if her luck really would've run out). As it were, a shopkeeper that had been staying late at the business heard her cries. Since that moment, she'd decided that if she was going to be pint-sized in a giant city...she needed to know how to defend herself. So she'd learned the class, and had excelled in karate to boot. She was so good, she even volunteered to help the department with their new recruits in hand-to-hand combat training. To her, it was best to be underestimated. No one would expect little ol' her to dish out some punishment. It was her knowledge and skill in how to throw her weight that had likely landed her some advantage in obtaining her desired position in his lap.
She smirked as he chuckled, watching his pale gaze slide from her to the opening of his pants. "Oh...my mouth can do far more impressive things than that." She purred, almost shocking herself at just how crazily bold she was being. She reached back for the clasp of her bra, undoing it with expert ease. She made sure to take her time sliding the garment off, tossing it to the floor. She looked at him heatedly as her small hands moved to the opening in his jeans, locating the flap of his boxers. She drew the hot, hard length of him from it's confinement, running her hand over its silky texture. She then shifted lower, and drew him into her mouth, letting her tongue flick and swirl around him as she moved along his length.
Having him exposed to her like that was just about more than she could handle. She drew back after treating him to a few moments. She needed him...now. She shifted off of his lap, her whiskey gaze catching his. "Sorry, honey...but I need ya." She murmured, thumbs hooking to the last of the delicate fabric that concealed her. It was gone in the next beat, and she kneeled next to him, barely able to restrain herself as she waited for him to disrobe the rest of the way.
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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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