The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVIII

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Part 18:

Sweat made their skins glisten in the candlelight as their dance continued; silent apart muted sighs and breaths. He loved every time she began shaking her head sideways, as if losing a battle against herself. She leaned up, grabbing his neck as her mouth rushed to his kiss. Ginger red and raven black locks now mingled as the rest of their bodies were. His hand cupping her rear end was the only thing that prevented her from falling and he squeezed each buttock gently as new sensations unmasked themselves in that different position. The man sighed against her lips, which she nibbled on frantically, after having planted soft kissed on his closed eyes, suckling on his earlobes and softly biting along his jaw line and chin.

She was wild, as if she had finally found a freedom she had long awaited for. Every few moments, their eyes met before closing again to taste the pleasure with their minds. Every time they caught each other’s gaze, it only added to the fire blazing in on their insides. Even so, they locked eyes on eyes, widened orbs speaking what they lacked in words.

Silently agreeing to a want for change, both bodies moved in their own secret dance against one another, adjusting to a new stance. Both regretted the seconds their intimate contact was ceased, only to melt into an ocean of sensation as they were once again joined.

Her back slid down his chest and abdomen as she once more received him in her. Strong masculine hands cupped her breasts, barely able to contain the plump roundness, as she pressed herself against his torso. Their feet rested close to each other’s, toes toying with their nearest counterpart. The man giggled, which seemed a bit odd and out of character for him, before gently biting the spot where her neck and shoulder met. That was the moment she found out he was ticklish. Resting her head on his solid muscular shoulder, she let out a sigh of contentment as they began moving once more. It was the only audible proof of yearning she could allow herself to manifest, fearing that, with sound, she would break the spell they were weaving.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVII

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Part 17:

He realized what she was doing just a moment after she reached for his hands. Now, there she was kissing and caressing his wrists. As simple and unimpressive as it seemed, it was also terribly erogenous. How had she thought of that, his wrists? It was a sweet and innocent gesture and no one had ever touched him that way. The curiosity he had towards her gesture abandoned him as he felt her breasts brush past his forearms. Enough of this game. It was time to make her his, completely.

As he mover over her, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling and slowly caressing her reddened cheek. Her parted lips were inviting him for a kiss and he gladly accepted the invitation. His tongue met hers the exact moment he pushed himself inside her. Slowly; painfully and delightfully slowly; she received him, welcomed him, embraced him in the most intimate of ways, accommodating him fully inside her. They remained like that for a few moments, taking in the sensations of their conjoined bodies.

A perfect fit, as much of a cliché as it might have been; that’s what it was. It was like fitting a key to its designated lock. Her legs wrapped around his waist almost as if dancing, granting him easier and deeper access, as his hips slowly and steadily began rocking back and forth; grinding against her pelvis, his own pressing with every thrust on her clitoris, enhancing the sensations flooding the girl’s body and mind.

He loved the way she met his movement with her own, the way she contracted herself around his penis every time he pushed back in. She trembled at the feeling of his tip brushing ever so close to that spot, silently wishing he would not get there just yet, or she would be done for.

She dwelled on the thought of how he filled her and how she just wanted him more and more, deeper and faster. Exactly as if he had read her mind, the young man accelerated his thrusting rhythm, now both of them moving against each other freely, in between kisses, caresses and shallow breathing. Knowing it would be better, she lifted her bottom and lower back off of the bed, while he sustained her by encircling her waist with his right arm. The contact between them was now overwhelming.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XVI

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Part 16:

 All awareness left her, apart from knowledge of her nether regions and what was taking place there. It was warm and yet sent chills down her spine, as he tasted her, teasing the core of her extremely sensitive flesh with the tip of his amazingly soft tongue. Her hands gripped the carpet firmly as he worked her nervous system into overdrive, slowly torturing her entrance with his rough thumb. A prelude for what was to come.

As he pushed one finger inside her, while devising circles on the neighboring hot spot with his mouth, she arched her back upwards, her bosom crowning the glory of her nudity. Exploring inside her to his delight, he knew neither of them could endure this delicious denial of release any longer. The woman’s firm grasp on his raven black locks as her hips swayed against him proved him that much.

That was as much foreplay as either of them could endure, she knew it, reveling on the funny sensations the brush of his day-old beard caused against her delicate, tender and over stimulated flesh. She wanted more, yet not wanting this lush torture to ever end. It was then he reached under her, cradling her in his arms and carrying her to the king-sized four-poster bed.

The girl was thankful of the softness the bed provided, for the carpet had begun to cause friction burn to her back. As she lay there, waiting for him to join her, she allowed herself the guiltless pleasure of committing his mesmerizing body to memory, keeping in small details, which she so loved to do.

The way his navel was more of an elongated ellipse rather than a circle; his wrists, proof of his strength yet such a fragile area… she felt the urge to kiss and caress those wrists and immediately acted upon it. She could feel the blood coursing through his veins with her lips, kissing the thin and softer skin on the inside areas, in contrast with his slightly rough hands. It was terribly hopeless: she was bewitched by him.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XV

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Part 15:

He just wanted to please her, to obey her commands. That thought alone baffled him, the fact that he was willing to abide to her will without even thinking on it. There was only one woman to whom he had felt complied to obey like that… and she was his boss. Was this girl an enchantress? Why was he so defenseless near her? He could not find answers to those questions that crossed his mind.

Soon enough, her body was bare underneath his hands. Such a fragile frame she had, when in comparison to his size. He began his shameless expedition throughout her sinuous figure, plump to the perfect extent of his liking, tracing circles and spirals with fingertips and warm breath. He wanted to cover her in kisses. Thus, he began by focusing his attention on her breasts once more, this time more lovingly and slower than before. Round, full, rosy breasts; the darkest area of her aureoles and nipples hardened with arousal.

The girl’s breathing was shallow and quick, almost synchronized with his ministrations on her and that alone kept him focused on his surroundings. The race down her torso matched the speed of his heartbeat and the intensity of his lust. Though he was finding that there was something else lurking behind that aching desire to be physically closer to her than ever before.

Roles inverted now, when he began spreading her legs, a little forcefully as her shyness and modesty crept to the surface of her now sexually-driven mind. The young man chuckled, noticing the rush of blood on her cheeks and feeling her skin crawl as he brushed the back of his hands softly down her inner thighs, nearing her most intimate of places. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, undeniable proof that, though embarrassed and shy, she wanted him. His hands surrounded her bottom while his thumbs neared her labia.

The man faced a decision now: whether to approach her with hands or mouth first. Pondering on it as he enjoyed the view of the outlines of her swollen, flushed and moist sexuality and the scent of her arousal, his intakes of breath were already stimulating her insides. The girl felt him closing in on her slowly, her body responding to the teasing by rushing all her blood to the area surrounding her clitoris. As sudden as a car crash, his mouth and hands descended simultaneously upon her, covering the full extent of her womanhood.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XIV

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Part 14:

The young woman swallowed and breathed deeply as her hand encircled his fully erect penis. She could feel the blood coursing through its veins, its warmth spreading to her palm, going up her arm and settling at the pit of her stomach. Her slightly trembling hand began its movement, exploring every centimeter of his, every bulge, every curve, every sensitive spot.

He was holding his breath as she moved through his length. A flood of new sensations was taking over him, as he closed his eyes and surrender to that touch and to her, completely. How could she, a ‘simple girl’, make him feel so helpless and yet so powerful, like no one else had? She had him wrapped around her finger and he only wanted to remain so.

Then, as if knowing his thoughts, her lips were resting where her hand had been. The cool breath coming from her parted lips made him tingle all over, shivers traveling along his skin. the nervousness he had sensed from her was now gone, as her mouth began to explore his organ, lips, tongue and teeth alike. One wandering hand descended, starting to caress his testicles ever so lightly it was even barely considered as touching. He was completely exposed to her, in all of his vulnerabilities, yet he loved every moment of it, as her mouth slowly began accommodating his length.

Even though visibly inexperienced as she was, he couldn’t take that kind of stimulation for long before he found himself going over the edge. Though mostly against his will – and hers – he had to stop her sweet torture and devise one of his own making. Suddenly, he noticed the hand that rested amongst the ginger-dyed strands of hair, having failed to realize he had even moved to that gesture before that instant. She had really blown his mind.

Trying hard to break the spell of her vision as she was down on him, the young man pushed her aside gently, landing her once again on the soft carpet with his body towering over hers. There was a look of surprise on her face which was only outmatched by the intense pleasure piercing him through her half-closed eyes. He proceeded hastily to remove whatever was left of her garments, before his determination wavered under her gaze.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XIII

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Part 13:

Her eyes wandered throughout his body, from toe to head, landing on his lust-filled green jewels. Such delicious skin, color of bronze and gold, against her paleness. Scars were visible here and there and she made her way to caress these markings with all she could. Sprawled across his chiseled abs, she kissed and licked and caressed every spot, tenderly committing to memory all those little blemishes with as much care as she could convey with a touch, gaining soft low moans from him. His now evident erection was resting against her lower back; she could distinctively feel the slight throbbing of his penis as she moved.

Leaning in to kiss him, letting her hand freely follow the outline of one of his tattoos; his hands firmly gripped her hips as his lower body began to rock back and forth against her. An evident sign of his desire: a desire for her and her alone. That simple thought filled her with pride and pleasure. She knew her yearning matched his to its full extent, as her heartbeat located now between her legs proved it. There was heat irradiating from both of them, bodies moving through the sheer power of the eagerness that engulfed man and woman.

“I want you”, their gazes said to each other, words rendered needless by the intensity in which their bodies spoke. The girl felt an urge she had never before experienced, as her hands reached to relieve him from his pants and undergarments: the urge to caress his masculinity intimately, the want to perform oral sex on that man who drove her so wild.

The sight before her eyes as he became fully hard for her almost made her back away from him and their heated encounter. She was quite inexperienced and had no real idea of how and average-sized penis would look like, but he was bigger than anyone she’d ever seen. The way the young man looked at her shunned aside any doubt she had: his conscious mind totally overridden by desire, yet a slight look of surprise in his handsome features. She knew then, for sure, that no one had ever done that to him, that he shared her lifelong opinion towards fellatio. Still, she decided to proceed. Old thoughts on that practice were shattered by a need for him she could not fight nor explain.

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XII

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Part 12:

She; she wanted this, she wanted him. Oh, Gods and Goddesses, how she did!

Her hands hastened to his waist, struggling to remove his sweater and reach that tan smooth skin underneath. Success in this task granted her view to his toned torso and impressive six-pack and access to his own hardened nipples, which her mouth hastened to kiss, lick, suckle and bite gently. Her reward was a sharp intake of breath from his part and the contraction of his body against hers.

Suddenly, both their upper bodies had been relieved from the constraints of clothing. It pleased her immensely to see the expression in his eyes as he was presented with her bare breasts. It made her feel beautiful, wanted. She felt empowered; she felt the way she thought a real woman should feel. Taking the matter into hands… and mouth, he began trailing her torso with the tip of his tongue, his teeth and his lips. The warmth of his breath sent shivers throughout her body.

The girl was suddenly laying on the lush soft deep red carpet, with him on top of her, exploring the lines of her tattoo with his fingertips. His weight was surprisingly comfortable on her, as to her mind the idea of what was happening between them was comforting. She decided to stop thinking about it, stop planning and analyzing his and her every move and surrender to the flow of sensations coursing through all of her being.

He was now making his way to her lower belly, trailing her shape with kisses and caresses. She couldn’t help herself and clawed his shoulders firmly with her fingernails, leaving deep markings etched on his skin. The young man seemed to like it, as his shallow breath on her navel indicated. He was dangerously close to her intimacy, as she finally felt his hands grasp the waist of her jeans. Still, it was too soon for that, she decided, flipping him on his back and assuming the task he had before performed as her own.