h2_muses | TM - 'happlily ever after'

Turning around when she felt the lacings where done, she lets the corset fall to the floor.

Her hair covers her breasts as she ends up wearing only the undergown skirt now. "It seems we are quite even now." She whispered sliding her hand over his chest before gathering one of his to rest it on her ribs whilst she leans forward to kiss his neck again.

"It would seem that way, yes," he breathes as her lips meet his neck; feeling the curve of her ribs beneath his fingers.

"Let us move to the bed," She whispered against the heated skin as her hand slids across his chest to pinch a nipple gently.

"Come to bed with me." She whispered now against his lips before kissing him again, sucking gently on the lower lip before letting go, as the figers of her other hand managed to finish undoying the lacings of his pants to slid her hand within so she was able to stroke him a couple of times.

His breath catches and he nods, leading her over to the bed, but he doesn't sit just yet. He puts his hands on either side of her face and draws her lips to his, kissing hard.

Moaning to the kiss, she presses her body closer to his until her breasts were pressing against his bare chest.

As the kiss deepends she tightenes her arms around his neck, trying to get even closer.

He moves her hair, pushing it over her shoulders, sliding his hands down her back, drawing her closer, still. Her body is hot against his; his hand brushes over a breast as it slides up and down her side and he can feel his cheeks flush.

High with desire, she allows him to move her even closer as he pushes her hair back over her shoulders. She looks at him betwen hooded eyelids and smiles softly when he blushes and her own body stirrs when he lightly brushes his hand over her breast.

"I like it," she whispers, "the way your hands feel on my body." She reassures him huskily, before biting her lower lip.

Her hands rest on his hips and she slids them under the lose waistband of his pants, feeling the smooth skin there before she pushes them to caress his rear before she closes the distance betwen their lips for another heated kiss.

He doesn't say anything in return, he just nods and smooths his hands over her skin, but still not actively touching her breasts or her ass. They moved well beyond his limited experience with intimate encounters long ago and, now, he's mostly just following her lead.

Making sure the pants fell the floor, she can´t help herself and looks down betwen them. A small moan escaped her lips at the sight and looked up to smile softly at him. "Lie down," she ´ordered´ and helped him to the bed, before she lent to remove his boots and pants completly.

Removing her under-skirt she looks into his eyes and crawls to the bed on top of him, until she was lying atop, and she was kissing him deeply whilst their bodies pressed flatly toghether.

His breath comes in pants as he does as she 'orders' and he's on the bed while she removes his boots and before he can process that, she's laying atop him, all hot skin and roaming hands. He pushes his hands into her hair, holding her mouth against his. She moves and he moans, pleasure. He waits... still kissing her, nibbling at her lips.

Pulling back with a gasp, she presses her lips to the corner of his lips and starts kissing her way down, all through his chest and nipples until she was kissing his hips and thighs. Her hand grabs the hard flesh nudging against the other´s stomach and she strokes a couple of times whilst her lips brush kisses to the sacks under it before she wrapps her lips around the head and sucks gently, betwen swirls of her tongue.

His eyes snap open - wide and he gasps. He's torn between embarrassment and shocked interest - but doesn't move, except to clench the blanket on the bed in his hands. Then, so low it might not even be heard, he says, "Uh, Sabine...?"

Looking up from what she was doing, she licks the pre-come formed on the slit and smiled softly at him. "Should I stop?" She asked sensually, her eyes darkened with desire before she licked the corner of her lips, and her hand continued to stroke the hard flesh idly whilst waiting for her answer.

His head rolls back and forth in a negative response... meaning 'please don't'... but he can't make his voice work just now. He's doing well to breathe.

With out saying more, she wrapps her lips around his cock again and starts sucking carefully not to harm him with her teeth, her tongue swirls around the head as she tasted the pre-come and moans quietly before she manages to relax the muscles of her throat enough as to take him fully into her throat, and starts deep throating him.

Clenching the muscles of her throats around the hard member as she tries to give him as much pleasure as she can.

If he could vocalize anything, it might sound a bit like 'holy shit' - well, if he knew that, but, he doesn't, so, it mostly sounds like moaning - deep, low, 'this is very very very nice' moaning.

He wants to do something, but has no idea what he should do... aside from breathe. That breathing thing might be important.

Toying with his balls, she carefully stops what she was doing and looks at him, she would really love to feel him coming in her mouth, but she feared, this might be her only chance to have him this way, so she carefully stradles him.

Holding his cock with her hand, she sits over him carefully taking him within, and moans softly as her body arches with pleasure.

He is enjoying the touching - her hands all over his body - though most of the women he's met would never be so forward.

And when she lowers herself onto him, he feels his hips rise off the bed to meet hers. He reaches up, puts a hand on her neck and draws her head down to his, kissing hard.

Moaning to the kiss, she whispers a ´yes´ when she feels him pushing upwards, and her own hips start to rock against his as she tries to find the most pleasure she could, whilst trying to return it to him.

Her hands rub against his nipples betwen theis bodies, as she continues to kiss him hard and passionatly, until she was practically breathless.

He wraps his free arm around her back and rolls them over in a bold move he wasn't all that aware he knew how to do. Crushing his mouth against hers, he plants his hands on either side of her head and pushes into her in a fast rhythm. His body or insticts or something took over and he's just trying to keep up.

Moaning to Gabriel´s lips, she reaches up to squeeze her own breasts with her hands after her legs had wrapped around his hips and she archs from the bed.

Her lips are still seiled against his, and her hands reached up to stroke his back, before draging her nails over it gently, though leaving a faint mark.

"Harder," she pleaded, "harder...yes..." she whimpered.

He's not entirely sure if she means the kissing or his hips, so, somehow, he manages both - kissing her hard, then pushing harder into her, which requires breaking the kiss and panting. There's a hunger - a need - driving him; one he'd never felt before. As he's driving into her, he buries his face against her neck, biting at the tender skin there.

Her head lolled to the side to give him more room to nip on her neck as she moans steadily in betwen whimpers.

Her nails drag over his back again as she clenches around him invitingly and needfully whilst her hips move matchingly, trying to get him as deeper as possible. "Yes..." she mumbles softly. "God... so good..." She whimpered softly, before her hands tangled gently on his hair to tug from it a little as she feels and hears the bed moving with each of Gabriel´s trusts.

The scratches to his back and her moans and words are encouraging - he must be doing someting right, even if he's not sure he knows what he's doing. He thrusts into her several more times, then rolls them back, him on his back, her atop him again. He draws her in to kiss her again. He pants, "Your turn."

Grinning against his lips, she deepens the kiss and rocks her hips steadily against his, clenching around him with each of her moves.

Breaking the kiss, she arches and her hair falls to her back as a moan escapes her mouth, and reaching for his hands, she presses them against her breasts, whilst trying to show him, how to touch her.

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