Ugh!!
Time to do some major venting!!!
I mean, I'm writing the story, and EVERYWHERE I turn, Aro is practically begging me, 'Please KlaJaye!!Please, Lemme in her pants!!"
And I just want to slap him, because, Aro's the bad guy!!I've always tried to make sure, sex between my characters was true and honest, and a turning point in the story....
but then I got an idea, and then my Beta encouraged it..
And now I'm playing it out in my mind and it's scaring the Shittockies out of me!
Buuuut, I'm gonna do this...
I place my hand on his shirt collar, the contrast of my pale skin and his white shirt, soaked in blood, it's sex for the eyes.
I slide my finger down, ripping the shirt down the center, and place my pale hand on his chest.
I take my time, placing both hands on his chest, exploring the feeling I'd gone so long without as I push him gently on the bed.
My hands continue to roam his body, as I straddle his hips.
I circle his pink and erect nipples with my index finger, before brushing the rest of the offending nature called clothes, from his body.
I step back, kneeling in front of him, sliding my hands down his chest and thighs, stopping only when they are even with his length.
I sigh, and fight the urge to just jump ontop of him, and have my way with him.
I've went years without this feelings, and this reunion, when our bodies reunite, should be perfect.
I take the base of his length in my palm, and marvel at how perfect our skin matches.
I pump once, dragging my thumb over the head, and he hisses.
I pum again, repeating the action, and slowly I build up stepped.
He has his eyes closed, fistng the red sheet under him.
I rise slightly, and gently slide him into my mouth, and moan at the familiar saltiness.
He jerks forward, causing his length to go deeper, I don't gag.
He sits up and puts his hands in my hair, and begins moving my head, with the pace he wants.
I accept gratefully, and I hum, when I feel that he's close.
He stands up, and holds my face, and his movements go into turbo, and groans when he explodes in my mouth.
He falls on the bed, in a state of satisfaction, and I smile, knowing I did that.
He rises slowly, and kisses my neck, and pushes my cloak off my body, and my shirt follows it.
he takes his take removing my pants, but rips the fabric of my undergarments.
He looks me in the eye as I knock him to the bed, and slide myself onto my throne.
