Leon decides what to do next
And what is for next?
I was thinking that maybe we could go to the opera together. Just you and I, no one else. You seem like someone who'd appreciate the arts as much as I do. What do you think?
Yeah, I love arts, really. What kind of opera can we see tonight?
I have an invitation to the opening of a new production of La Traviata. It's supposed to be quite extraordinary. Just tell me when you're ready, and we can leave right away. My car is waiting outside.
Well, sounds great. I come back in 20 minutes, dressed in a nice beige silk gown, with a little red-lipstick make up, my long black straight hair going down the back Now I'm ready.
You look stunning, Sasha. You do know how to dress up nicely. Let's go then, my car is waiting outside. We don't have much time before the show starts. I'll escort you inside as we make our way there.
Thank you! Let's go, I think, Italian opera should be so romantic.
"Let me tell you a secret about La Traviata," he whispered as they walked to the car, his voice rough with barely contained emotion. "It was inspired by the life of a real woman, Violetta Valéry. A courtesan who led an extravagant lifestyle, just like you once mentioned. The story is tragic, but it's also about love and redemption. I think... you'll enjoy it." He reached out to take her hand as they approached the car, his fingers curling possessively around hers.
Oh, can you tell me even more details? I squeeze his fingers back tightly, asking with affection
"Well," he replied, leading her to the waiting car, "You'll have to wait and see." The driver held the door open for them as they climbed inside, then sealed it shut behind them. Once they were settled in the luxurious leather seats, Leon glanced at her, a dark look in his eyes. "But know this, Sashenka... Violetta's story mirrors mine in many ways. She was loved by a good man, just as I love you." He gripped her hand more tightly now. "And she made enemies because of it."
Why can even a woman has enemies because of love? Were other man jealous? I lean to him, putting his hand on my hip
"They were, love. Sometimes... people can't handle seeing something they wish they had." His hand slid down her thigh, tracing patterns on the skin beneath her dress. "But in Violetta's case... there was more to it than jealousy. Her enemies wanted revenge for past wrongs. They saw an opportunity to hurt her and those she cared about when they realized she had fallen in love with Alfredo, a young nobleman." His fingers found the hem of her dress, lifting it up slowly, revealing more skin beneath. "They never expected that their plan would end in tragedy... for everyone involved."
So, what plan did they have? I put my head on his shoulder, gently putting my eyelids down, looking at him as a kitten and rubbing my cheek at his chest
The car pulled up in front of the opera house, and he released her hand to open her door. Helping her out, he led her up the stairs and through the grand entrance, where they were immediately greeted by a sea of faces that all seemed to recognize him. As they took their seats, Leon kept one arm around SashaKittle's shoulders, possessively. "You remind me of Violetta in more ways than one," he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing against the soft skin there.
The lights dimmed and the music began to play. As they watched the story unfold onstage, Leon couldn't help but think about how easily it could have been him up there, playing the role of Alfredo. And SashaKittle... she would have made a beautiful Violetta. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her neck as he whispered, "Do you understand now?"
Yeah... But I don't wish our story to be tragic.
He smiled grimly, eyes still fixed on the stage. "Neither do I, my love," he murmured. "But sometimes... life has a way of making its own decisions." He couldn't help but feel the weight of his words as they sat there together, the darkness of the opera seeming to seep into their souls. For now, though, they could pretend. They could forget about reality and lose themselves in the music and the story being played out before them. It would be enough for tonight... perhaps even tomorrow.
But sooner or later, they both knew that things would have to change. He had enemies, and she was slowly becoming a part of his world whether she liked it or not. And as much as he hated the thought of losing her, he also couldn't stand the idea of her being hurt because of him... or because someone else saw what he had and wanted to take it for themselves.
Nobody can take me from you.. By my own will, at least.
He smirked slightly, turning his head to look down at her. "I like the sound of that." Then, with a sigh, he added softly, "It's not that easy, though. People see what I have and they want it... even if it means hurting you in the process." His fingers tightened around hers before letting go to take another drink of his champagne. The rich taste calmed him for a moment, but he couldn't shake the feeling that their time together was running out. There would be consequences for what they had... and eventually, the piper would have to be paid.
Let's think about troubles as they come. I want to enjoy the music. And you. My fingers are running through his long hair, going down onto his cheek, petting it softly I love your hair. And your voice, and your stories.
As the music filled the air around them, his tense muscles began to relax. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes as she stroked his hair and cheek. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her temple. "And I'm glad you can still find joy in something so beautiful."
He glanced at her for a moment before looking back to the stage. She was everything good and pure about life, despite being caught up in his world of violence and bloodshed. He couldn't help but wonder how long they could keep this fragile balance going... or if it was even possible. But for now, he would hold on to the memories of tonight: her laughter, the way she looked at him with those big innocent eyes, the feel of her skin against his. Maybe somehow, someway, they could find a way to make this all work... to keep each other safe and happy.
I love you too, darling. You're my precious. I whispered, as I lean closer to him, feeling safe, cause nobody in the dark hall can't see our couple in our intimate lounge
Leon couldn't help but smile at her words. The way she said "darling" and "precious" made his heart swell with emotion. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I promise I'll always protect you," he whispered, his voice thick with sincerity.
As the final act drew to a close, they sat there together, lost in their own world of love and hope. It was almost enough to make him forget the darkness that lurked outside this small bubble of normalcy. Almost. But he knew better than to delude himself for long. Tomorrow would come, and with it, all the challenges and dangers they had been running from since the beginning.
Still, for tonight... for just a little while longer, they could pretend that everything was perfect and right in their universe. And maybe, just maybe, if he closed his eyes tight enough
The opera is coming to the end, my love. Can you give me some champagne, please?
He nodded, leaning forward to pick up the bottle of champagne from its silver cooler beside their seats. Uncorking it with practiced ease, he poured some into her glass before refilling his own. As he handed her the flute, he smiled softly at her, a mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes. "To us," he said, lifting his glass. "And to many more nights like this." He clinked their glasses together, then took a sip of the cool champagne.
They sat in silence for a moment, watching as the final act drew to a close. The music was so beautiful, it seemed almost impossible that such heartache and tragedy could be wrought from such melodies. But that was the power of La Traviata; it made you feel everything at once: joy, sadness, love, loss... life in all its raw beauty
That's so beautiful... Like a sad moon in a night sky.
His eyes misted over at her words, and he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You have a way with words, my love," he murmured. "Just like Violetta once did." He took another sip of his champagne before setting the glass down on the armrest between them. "But enough about operas and tragic heroines... tell me more about yourself. What do you enjoy doing when you're not working?" he asked, leaning in a little closer to her.
"Leon... what are we going to do about everything else? I mean, this can't go on forever..." she trailed off, worry etched into her features. He hated seeing her like this; it made him feel guilty for dragging her into his world.
I like... I don't know, I like everything what defolt people do. Reading some detective stories, cooking some food, watching movies... Drawing some pictures. You know. Just the ordinary stuff.
He nodded understandingly, his expression softening. "I'd like to spend more time with you doing those things," he said, reaching out to take her hand in his. "Just the two of us." It was a thought that filled him with both happiness and trepidation; he didn't know how much longer they would have together, but for now, he could pretend... could make believe that everything would be all right.
As the last note of the opera faded away into silence, the house lights came up once more, signaling the end of the performance. The people around them began to clap and cheer, some even giving standing ovations for the incredible cast and orchestra. He turned his attention back to SashaKittle, wanting nothing more than to get her out of there, away from all this noise and pretension.
"Shall we?" he asked quietly, offering her his arm. She took it with
Yes, for sure. Where are we going now?
He smiled reassuringly down at her as they made their way through the crowd, his hand still firmly around hers. "We're going to my place," he said, leading her toward the exit. "I thought we could order some room service and watch a movie or something." The last thing he wanted was for them to be out in public anymore tonight; there were too many eyes on them as it was.
As they emerged from the opera house into the cool night air, he hailed a taxi and ushered SashaKittle inside before giving the driver his address. The ride across town passed in relative silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts about what lay ahead. But for now, they had this quiet space together... just the two of them.
Why didn't you call a driver instead, sweety?
He glanced over at her before looking out the window again. "I wanted to make sure no one followed us." It was partially true; there were always people watching him, waiting for a sign of weakness. But it also gave them some alone time, which he knew they both needed. Besides, this way, he could keep an eye on the road and ensure their safety.
She whispered to his ear I want you to steal a kiss from my champagne lips.
As soon as they arrived at his place, he helped her out of the taxi and led her up to his luxurious penthouse suite. The moment the door shut behind them, he spun her around, pressing her against the wall with one hand on each side of her head. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he whispered before lowering his lips to hers in a slow, sensual kiss.
Her taste lingered on his tongue as he pulled away, looking down into her eyes with a mixture of desire and adoration. "That was for your champagne lips." With one last gentle brush of his thumb against her bottom lip, he released her from his grasp. "But I think the kiss you really want... is this one," he murmured before claiming her mouth once more in a passionate, hungry kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
She moaned softly as his tongue burst into her mouth possessive, claiming it his, all wet and hot, making her press closer to the wall under the weight of his body over hers.
With each kiss, he became more and more lost in her. Her soft moans filled the air as he explored every inch of her mouth, his tongue dancing with hers in a frenzy of desire that threatened to consume them both. His hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve and plane, each dip and rise of skin under his palms. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the feel of her pressing against him sent shudders through his entire body.
He broke the kiss only long enough to breathe, "I want you," he gasped, hands moving to unbutton his dress shirt as she arched her back against him, desperate for more contact with his skin. As soon as the last button was undone, he pushed the cloth from his shoulders and upper body, revealing toned abs and muscular arms before pulling it back down so that it pooled at his waist.
Wow, I want to touch you. She whispered a little overwhelmed, pressing her soft hands mindlessly against his strong muscles, covered tight, feeling iron under the pale skin, she was enjoying every moment of touching his hot and perfect body
His breath hitched as her small hands brushed over his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He reached up to cup her face, the rough pads of his fingers gentling at her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes. "Then touch me," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "Take off my clothes and feel how much you really want me." The last words tasted like smoke on his tongue as he lowered his mouth to hers once more, thrusting his hips against her in a groan of pure lust.
I love the way you're touching my face She whispered into his mouth, grabbing his clothes a little impatient, dragging it down on the floor and brushing more and more his skin, squeezing it, becoming sometimes rustless to his body
He groaned deep in his throat as she explored every inch of his skin with her hands. Her touch was both exhilarating and maddening, making it impossible for him to think straight. With a harsh growl, he seized control again, pushing her back against the wall until she was pinned beneath him.
"Sasha," he murmured roughly, nipping at her neck before trailing his lips downward over her collarbone. "I want you naked." His words came out ragged and thick with desire as he reached for the hem of her dress, hiking it up past her hips to reveal her lace-covered core.
So make me naked... She whispered husky with desire, lowering to his chest, brushing her wet hot lips over his upper body, covering it with rain of kisses as she was obsessed with him
His gasp answered her command, and he bent his head to claim one of her breasts, sucking deeply on the nipple before teasing it with his tongue. "God," he groaned against her skin, "you're killing me." His free hand moved lower down her body, trailing over her abdomen and hip before dipping between her legs to find what he was searching for: her wet, aching center.
She gasped, as his hand touched her pussy and looked at him, dazzling with desire. "No, my love, not with your fingers. Go with your tongue."
His mouth watering at the thought, he lowered his face further, taking her breast in his mouth as one hand slid between her legs and found her swollen folds. "Like this?" he asked before pressing a wet kiss to the sensitive skin there. She moaned into his ear and wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him on as he licked and suckled at her clit with eager strokes of his tongue. His other hand reached up to cup one of her breasts, fondling the supple flesh over her bra as he devoured her.
The sounds she made only drove him deeper into the sensual haze consuming them both. He'd never known pleasure like this, not even with Violetta. And despite everything else swirling around them, for these brief moments in time, it was just the two of them; lost in their love and desire for each other. But he knew
Yes, darling, like this... Eat my pussy like this...
His tongue danced over her clit, drawing little circles and then long, slow strokes that made her hips buck against his hand. He groaned into her as she trembled beneath him, her orgasm building in intensity with every touch of his lips and fingers. As she came apart in his mouth, he suckled greedily at her, savoring the taste of her release as it flooded his senses.
At last, he pulled back to look at her, their breaths ragged and bodies slick with sweat and desire. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back against the wall; her lips parted in a small O of satisfaction. He reached up to caress her cheek before leaning down to press a gentle kiss there. "You're incredible," he whispered roughly, then nipped at her bottom lip.
"Now it's my turn." His words were
"Yeah, I think so." She whispered in answer, going down on her knees, looking at him a little dirty, pressing her cheek against his lover stomach, breathing heavy because of the heat of his wet body pressing on her. His wet penis, already erected, pressed tight to her neck, making the skin wet of his desire.
Her words sent a shudder through him as she knelt before him, her body so close and yet still out of reach. His hips jerked instinctively against her neck as he tried to relieve the ache building there. "Yes," he growled hoarsely, "take it." With that, he thrust his hips forward, pressing his erection into her waiting mouth.
Her eyes watered at the sudden intrusion, but she didn't pull away or even hesitate; instead, she wrapped her lips around him and began to bob her head up and down in time with the beat of his heart. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive flesh, driving him wild as he watched her. He wrapped one hand around her hair, holding her steady while his other found its way between her legs once more, stroking and teasing until she was begging for release.
"That's it," he rasped
She raised her wet eyes at him, looking at him with desire and worshipping, taking his cock deeper inside her throat perfectly, giving him that nice choking wet sounds that are so sweet to hear, pressing his hard length into her mouth firmly, enjoying the beating pulse of hot flesh.
His fingers dug into the skin of her thigh as he thrust roughly into her mouth, feeling the velvet heat of her throat closing around him. "Fuck," he growled, his hips pistoning upward in time with her rhythm as he fought to maintain control. He knew she was close; her nails scratched lightly against his abdomen and her breath came in ragged gasps.
"Cum for me," he said roughly, his voice rough from the strain of holding back his own release. She moaned around him, the vibrations sending shudders through his entire body as she obeyed, tightening her throat and sucking harder. It was too much; with a hoarse cry, he exploded into her mouth, filling it with hot, salty seed that she swallowed eagerly before pulling back to look at him. Her eyes were glassy and her lips
"I love... I love your taste." She said, looking at him with affection, still on her knees, the corners of her mouth little glistening from that big amount of sperm he poured into her mouth.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched her swallow him down. Her words and the affection in her eyes were enough to send another wave of desire coursing through him. He reached out, cupping her face gently between his palms. "I love you," he whispered huskily. "And I want... need you."
With a groan, he pulled her back onto the floor, pinning her beneath him once more as he lowered his head to kiss her hungrily. His hands roamed over her body, seeking out every inch of skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "Take me inside you," he growled roughly, thrusting his hips against hers in time with his words. "Now."
"I want you to pin me on your cock." She said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear, opening her legs directly to him, getting his hard length closer to her aching pussy, wet and hot with desire.
He growled low in his throat at her words and the invitation she presented with open legs. The need to claim her, own her, was overwhelming as he slid between her thighs once more. "Fuck," he muttered, his hands trembling as they skimmed up her inner thighs before finding purchase on the back of one knee. He lifted it higher, spreading her wider until she was completely exposed to him, and then lowered his hips, aligning their bodies.
"Are you ready for this?" he whispered against her lips, looking deep into her eyes as he slowly pressed forward. She moaned into his mouth, arching her back in invitation as he slipped inside her with a rough thrust that made them both cry out.
Her walls squeezed tight around him, drawing out every bit of pleasure from the initial penetration and leaving him breathless.
"Fuck!" She moaned. "I need you to take me.. To take me as I'm your bitch."
He groaned at her words and the image they painted in his mind, pushing deeper inside her as he began to move, claiming her with rough, possessive strokes of his hips. "You're mine," he growled against her skin, "and I'm going to make you scream for it." His hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipples roughly as he pounded into her.
"Leon," she cried out, arching beneath him as the pleasure built within her. "Oh god... I'm going to..." Her words were cut off by a shuddering moan as her body tensed and convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing through her like a wave, sending ripples of pleasure along every nerve ending.
"That's it," he gritted out, unable to hold back any longer as he felt
"I want you... To cum inside of me..."
As she clenched around him and cried out his name, he lost control. With one final thrust deep inside her, he exploded in a hot rush of release that left him breathless and utterly spent. His hands clutched tightly at her hips as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, panting for air and savoring the feel of them joined together.
At last, their movements slowed, their breathing steadying as they came down from the high of their passionate lovemaking. His cock softened inside her, but he didn't want to pull away yet; it felt too good to be wrapped up in her, his body pressed against hers.
He lifted his head to look at her, seeing nothing but perfection in every imperfect line of her face. "You are exquisite," he whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from her sweaty forehead
And you're... I love you.
"I love you too," he murmured, kissing her softly before rolling off her and laying beside her on the floor. The cool air of the room caressed their naked skin, making them both shiver. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as they drifted off into a contented sleep. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, at least, they had found some small sliver of happiness together in this dark and twisted world.
"Babe, should we move to bed?" I whispered with little giggle, "Or do you really want to sleep on the floor?"
Chuckling softly, he kisses her forehead. "Hmmm... Bed does sound nice." He rolls onto his side, pulling her with him until they're spooned together, his chest pressed against her back and one arm looped loosely around her waist. With a contented sigh, he rests his cheek on the top of her head, breathing in the unique scent of her hair as they drift off to sleep once more.
Despite everything, for this moment at least, it feels almost normal. Like they could stay like this forever. But he knows that tomorrow will bring new problems and stresses, and their time together may be even more limited than before. So for now, he'll cherish every second with her while he can.
I snuggle closer into his warmth, my back pressed against his chest and arm around my waist. I bury my face in the pillow, breathing in his scent as he surrounds me with his warmth and strength. Tonight... tonight I feel safe, protected. It's a feeling I don't want to lose even when morning comes.
His arm tightens around her waist, pulling her closer still as he nestles his face into the crook of her neck. The feel of her soft skin against his rough stubble is exhilarating, and for a moment he lets himself imagine that they could have this forever; a normal life where they belong to each other. But he knows better than to entertain such fantasies. Tomorrow morning will bring the inevitable return to reality, where their lives are nothing more than a game of shadows and lies, one mistake away from being exposed for what they really are.
Still, for now... now he has her, and that's enough. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of her warmth seeping into him, willing it to fill every empty space within him until there's nothing left but love for her, and only her.
She opens her eyes early in the morning, turning to him by her face and kissing his lips, easy, but passionately.
Her lips meet his in a hungry kiss that nearly steals his breath away, and he responds with equal fervor, their tongues tangling as they explore each other's mouths. His hand drifts up her back, cupping the small of her back before slipping beneath the sheet to stroke along her hip, feeling the smooth skin there beneath his fingers. When she breaks the kiss, gasping for air, he presses his lips to her neck, nipping lightly at the soft flesh as he nudges her leg open wider, positioning himself between her thighs.
"Leon..." she whispers hoarsely, arching into him as he rubs against her through the thin material of their pajamas. "What are you doing?" Her voice holds a mixture of desire and trepidation that only serves to fuel his ardor.
He pulls back just enough to look at her, their faces
"You're running me crazy" She gasps for some air, coming back in a wet kiss, putting her tongue inside of his mouth, parting her legs obidiebently, asking for more.
His hand slides down between her legs, tracing gentle circles around the sensitive skin there as he kisses her deeper, tasting and teasing until she's squirming beneath him. He groans into her mouth as she arches her back in invitation, her body urging him on.
"I could do this all day," he murmurs against her lips, licking a wet path along the line of her jaw before nipping gently at her earlobe. "Or I could take you here..." His free hand slides up her back, cupping her breast through the thin cotton fabric of their pajamas. "You feel so good."
She moans into his mouth as he rolls his thumb across her nipple, teasing and tormenting her until she's practically begging for more. "Please..." she whispers, arching into his touch.
H
"I love you so hot and ready all the time" She smiles into his neck, smelling the sweet woody scent of his neck, leaning closer, feeling how she's getting wet from his touches more and more.
He groans into her skin, his fingers sliding lower to stroke along the damp folds of her pussy through the material of her pajamas. "I love feeling you like this," he whispers roughly, "knowing that I can always make you need me." He slips a finger inside her slowly, teasingly, feeling her wet heat envelop him as she moans against his neck.
His other hand cups her breast more firmly now, squeezing and massaging as he thrusts his finger in and out of her, stretching and pleasuring her with skilled strokes. "Tell me how bad you want this," he demands hoarsely, nipping at the skin of her neck before soothing it with a gentle kiss.
She arches into his touch, crying out his name as she comes apart beneath him. "Leon..." Her voice trails off in
Yeah, fuck me like that... And talk dirty to me.
His fingers slide deeper inside her as he thrusts harder, the bed groaning beneath them with every movement. "You're so wet for me," he growls into her ear, his voice rough and hungry. "I can feel how much you need this cock." He plunges another finger inside her as she cries out, moving faster now, losing control in the heat of the moment.
Her nails scrape against his back as he pushes her closer to the edge, driving her higher and higher with every word and touch. "I'm going to make you come again," he says, nipping at her earlobe before sucking gently on the tender skin, sending shivers through her body. "And then I'm going to make you scream for it." His other hand continues to massage and squeeze her breast as his fingers relentlessly stroke in and out of her tight heat,
Yeah.. I wanna be on your cock all day... Be with you... Like that..
Her words send a wave of heat through him, and he can feel himself close to the edge too. "That's it," he gasps out, thrusting his fingers deeper as he curls them up, searching for her sweet spot. Her moans fill the room as she comes apart underneath him again, her body shuddering and convulsing with pleasure.
With a low growl, he pulls his fingers from her slick heat and rolls onto his back, thrusting his erection up toward her in offering. "Come here," he groans, reaching for the waistband of her pajamas, "and take what's yours." His hips jerk restlessly as he awaits her touch, needing her to claim him, own him.
She slides down his body, her lips trailing along his chest and stomach until she reaches the hard length between his legs. Her
She takes his hard cock into her mouth, starting to suck it nice and gently, but with tense, her lips pressing firmly while wet mouth sliding over all the length.
His head thunders against the headboard as she takes him deep into her mouth, his hips jerking forward, helpless to deny the pleasure that pours through him with every slick slide of her wet lips. Her tongue swirls and teases at just the right spot, sending shockwaves of sensation straight to his core.
He groans roughly into the sheets, one hand threading itself through her hair as he urges her faster, deeper. "Fuck," he rasps, arching off the bed, "like that... suck it..."
"Wanna lick you a bit," She whispered, sliding down to his balls, stroking his erected hard wet cock with one hand, and giving his nuts extra attention, first licking every millimeter of the soft skin, and them pulling them in turn to her mouth, pressing with lips and countoring by the tip of her tongue.
His back arches off the bed as she licks and sucks at his balls, drawing out another groan of pleasure from him. "Oh fuck," he moans, threading his fingers through her hair and urging her closer. "Lick me clean..." Her hot breath sends shivers down his spine as she circles her tongue around the head of his cock, licking up the bead of pre-cum that gathers there.
He feels himself getting close, the need to be inside her growing almost unbearable. With a sharp tug on her hair, he pulls her mouth off his erection and guides it toward his stomach. "Up here..." His hips lift slightly, offering her a tantalizing view of his cock straining upward toward her.
Yes, babe, I want you to cum on my face...
His hips jerk roughly as she takes him in her mouth one final time, sucking hard and deep as he releases himself onto her face. His thighs tremble with the effort of holding back, his balls tighten painfully as he unleashes a long, shuddering groan. "Fuck," he gasps, collapsing back to the bed, spent.
Her tongue darts out, swiping over the sensitive skin of his cock, lapping up every last drop of his release. He reaches down and cups her face gently between his palms, smiling when he feels her breath catch in anticipation of what comes next. "Now," he whispers roughly, pushing himself up onto one elbow so that they're eye-to-eye, "I get to be inside you."
His other hand slides down between her legs, stroking over the slick
"Then, you can stay on your back," She smiles, getting onto him, his softened cock becomes harder as her wet pussy meeting his length, enveloping it with the pussy lips, sliding up and down, as she moans quietly through lined lips
His eyes close in bliss at the feel of her warmth surrounding him once more. "You're incredible," he murmurs, his hands sliding up her sides and cupping her breasts through the thin fabric of their pajamas. "I could stay like this forever." He kisses her deeply, pouring all of his gratitude and affection into the touch as they begin to move together again, slowly at first but gaining momentum with every thrust and moan.
Her legs tighten around his waist, urging him deeper inside, as her nails scrape lightly against his back. The sensation sends shivers down his spine and makes him even harder, if that's possible. He hooks one leg around hers to hold her in place as he takes possession of their joined bodies once more.
"I love you," he whispers hoarsely against her neck, thrusting deeper still, lost in
"I love you too," She whispers, squeezing his cock hard inside her, "Now fuck me as hard as you can... Tell me, how you love this little pussy."
He growls roughly, taking her words as a challenge and throwing all his strength into his next thrust. She cries out in surprise as he drives deep inside her, filling every inch of her tight heat before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again. His hips work against hers, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm born of desperation and need. "I love this little pussy," he grunts between gasps for breath, each word sending another wave of pleasure rippling through them both, "because it's mine." Another thrust punctuates his words, their bodies connected so tightly he can feel the heat from her core searing him.
She literally screams of pleasure, feeling how the head of his cock hitting her cervix and stretching her walls as hard as it possible, rolling her eyes from desire and heat "Yes... Tell me more... I'm so craving for your dirty words."
His hand slides between them, his thumb rubbing roughly over her swollen clit as he growls out, "I love how tight you are around me... How wet... How mine." He thrusts harder, gripping her hips to hold her in place as she arches beneath him. Her cries fill the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the slapping sound of their bodies together.
"You're always so fucking perfect," he rasps, digging his fingers into her skin before sliding one hand higher up her body to cup her breast roughly through her pajamas. She cries out in protest, arching her back off the bed as another shuddering wave of pleasure washes over her.
With a final hard thrust, he comes, his hips jerking violently as hot liquid spills from him deep inside her. He collapses on top
She lies down on him, feeling warm flow right inside of her body, pressing her lips to his and whispering to them: "So lovely to feel your seed inside of me."
With a contented sigh, he rolls onto his back, bringing her with him as they spoon together once more. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up," he murmurs into the quiet of the room. "We need to find a better way."
"But for now..." she trails off, kissing his shoulder and curling her body closer against his. "For now, I'm happy just like this." He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of her warmth and softness pressed against him as they drift off into a contented sleep.
We will find a better way, cause we love each other...
I know we will. It's just going to take some time and maybe more than a little luck. But as long as we have each other... nothing can keep us apart forever. And I don't intend on letting anyone try, he says with quiet determination before drifting back off to sleep, his hand curled around her waist, pulling her close against him.
She's getting into her sleep too, pulling her ass tightly to his a bit tense cock, smiling nicely through her sleep. She thinks, after he wake up, maybe he would take her, despite she's still sleeping..
The feel of her warm body pressed against him, his hand tangled in her hair... these are the things he'll remember when the bad times come and he doubts their bond. Even though they might be forced apart soon enough by circumstance or fate, for now, they have this moment together; a little pocket of safety and love in an otherwise cruel world. And nothing will ever take that away from them. With a contented sigh, he drifts back to sleep, grateful for every single second they get to spend like this.
She's still napping a little, as he waking up.
He blinks slowly, coming back to consciousness with a groan. The events of the night before flash through his mind like a fever dream: their passionate lovemaking and the raw emotion that accompanied it, followed by the inevitable shift back into reality as they tried to decide how much longer they could keep this up. But for now, she's here with him; warm and soft against his side, and nothing else matters.
He turns his head to look at her, brushing a lock of hair from her face before kissing her gently on the lips. "Morning," he whispers, sliding his hand down over her hip and up under her shirt. His fingers curl around one breast, massaging gently as he kisses her again.