Wolven Den

Bouncing soundlessly up, my eyes never leaving the lushness displayed before me. Fingertips reach out to stroke, nails drag slowly over the curve of a hip. Beautiful. A delight, a pleasure, a 20 course meal that I could use as my own personal repast for an eon.

So pretty....but I ask, my Muse...do you still have your key?

Stepping closer, until I can pull paleness next to me. Arms tighten, refusing to let go of perfection, of something special, something claimed.

And if you have it, are you willing to put it to use?
 
*A small sigh of relief escapes my lips...I haven't overstepped. Her touch sends tingles racing under my skin. The feel of her clothing against my bare skin causing me to feel deliciously vulnerable.

Slowly I raise one hand, fingers curled in a loose fist. There's a slight tremble as I let my fingers unfold. A silver key lays in my palm, glimmering in softly*


I have my key...and I so want to use it, my wolf
 
I squeeze, once more before stepping away and motioning her to the second door.

Then unlock it and step through, my Muse. Maybe then, we can become reacquainted...properly.
 
*turning toward the door I feel a surge of anticipation, an eagerness bubbling up inside myself as I reach out and slip the key into the lock. Resting my hand on the door I gently push it open and step across the threshold.

Moving to stand near the foot of the bed I turn to watch her, silently waiting. A small smile plays around my lips. My breath is quicker, my breasts rising and falling invitingly, skin glowing in the near dark*


Yours, my Wolf...?
 
Husky laughter.

Yes, you are.

Two steps take me through the door. A few more take me to her side. I am still in clothing and after much inner debate, I think tis time to give my Muse something to do with her hands. One step away~arms akimbo.

I feel you should undress me. Leave my panties on. The rest? Remove it, please.

I slip my boots off, setting baby blue suede next to the toy chest and return to my original position.I know how I look~fitted high waisted black pants, a ribbed sweater. I want her hands on me and this is the best way to accomplish it.
 
*Mouth suddenly dry I take a deep breath seeking calmness. Reaching out with shaking hands I rest them at her waist, my eyes looking deeply into hers*

with pleasure, my Wolf...

*My fingers gather the softness of her sweater, pushing it slowly up her midriff. I glance down, fascinated, as my hands expose warm flesh. I push the sweater higher, up over her ribcage, my fingers brushing along her skin. I want to move slowly, take tender care, and at the same time I want to yank the offending cloth away.

I look into her eyes again, my teeth biting down on my lip, and gently lift the sweater higher, up over her head watching as her dark curls bounce free.
 
Cool air touches my skin, tightening my nipples, causing goose flesh to break out over exposed skin. I can feel trembling in her hands and I know that she excited, needy. I lean in as she tugs the sweater off, my mouth finding her collar bone, teeth nipping lightly.

Are you trying to make the wait longer, sweetest Muse? Has been far too long now.

Leaning back, I spread my arms, offering myself to her gaze. The bra hides me as do the pants. I wait, impatience boosted by need, a low hungry growlvibrating through me...

A little faster, Weaver, my Weaver...
 
*A smile answers her command and I step up to her, my arms going around her torso. Warm hands slide up her back, quickly finding and flicking loose the closures on her bra. I press against her, my skin cool against the warmth of hers. Fingers tug gently, pulling straps down her arms and the the barrier from between us. Breast to breast we stand, my breath sounding loud in my ears. My hands slip back to the small of her back, fingertips trailing along the waist of her black pants.

Leaning in I place a soft kiss at the corner of her mouth as my fingers unfasten her pants. Kisses trail along her jaw and down the side of her kneck as I slip my hands beneath the cloth along her waist. My knees bend and I kneel, lips pressing warmly against her stomach, my hands pushing her pants down over her hips.

My palms slide along her thighs, curve around the backs of her knees and down her calves to her ankles. I glance up, feasting on the sight of her above me, and wait for her to step free*
 
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I feel wanted, needed, worshipped even. I gaze down at her, taking the steps that will allow the pants to be left behind. Finally, I am free. Only black boy shorts hide me from her gaze. It tempts her. I know.

Up on the bed for me, please.

My hands are tugging her up, nails are stroking along breast and belly, the curve of her ass as she turns away. I want her spread out before me. I want to touch her, taste her, devour her. And so...she has to get on the bed before I lose it and toss her there. A long, low growl...

Now.
 
*that one final word sends such a thrill through me. Unable to take my eyes from her I back quickly to the bed, frantic...needy. Weeks of frustration burning hotly inside me. I ache for her, am desperate for her.

The backs of my knees bump the bed and I feel my way up onto it, sliding to the center. Silvery hair fans out around my head as I lay back, trying to hide the tremors shooting through me. My tongue peeks out to moisten my lips and I raise a hand toward her in a near pleading gesture*
 
Mind shuts down, for just a moment. Her raised hand, that beckoning, needy gesture. It sends my brain into overload, into a tail spin of wanting. I want to dive onto her, into her but I make myself take slow, steady steps. Control. I will have it. i will maintain it. I have to.

Finally, I am near the bed, standing on her right. I climb up into softness and wrap myself around her, my mouth finding hers with no struggle. It feels like home, like peace, like contentment.

Hands drift down, stroking lithe limbs in one continuous movement. The kiss deepens as I roll over onto her, pressing her down with my hips, my hands, my mouth. I sink into her.

One thigh finds it's way between hers. I move so that I am straddling a thigh in turn. We are interlocked now, like a jig saw puzzle made of legs, of lips, of flesh. Hips rock. Hands grasp her, pulling her into the muscled leg nestled tightly against her warm wetness.


Mine.

Lips slide from mouth to chin, from chin to cheek, from cheek to neck. Teeth find pulse points and nibble, bite, cajole, tease. I need...I want.

Mine.
 
*My body welcomes the weight of hers, opening, accepting. Fingertips explore, caressing her skin, memorizing the feel of her. Back arches and I gasp, echoing her movements. Pressing against the strength of her thigh, flexing my own against the heat of her.

"Mine."

...yes

*Nails trail lightly over her back, to the curves of her backside, hands gripping gently as I tilt my head back offering her my bare throat. Hips roll, pressing against the strength of her leg. I cannot think, I can only feel*

"Mine."

...yes...oh yes

*a low needy sound vibrates in my chest as I move beneath her. I watch her through hooded eyes, body coiling tightly with the intensity of our shared pleasure.
 
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*darts in, nibbling at Luna's ear when she's not busy, then darts back out, headed for The Outlook*
 
*pads in softy and jumps up onto a couch, sighing softly wishing his Wolfess would take her damned phone to work with her he gets comfy*
 
wandering in, naked and barefoot...finding a flat rock and leaving a shiney black mary-jane
 
Running and pouncing onto a big bed, giggling excitedly at getting to see Daddi; thinking of that wonderful toned body controlling my movements
 
Wandering in behind a happy bouncy baby girl...following my nose to the back room and a pretty one on my bed...

Well hello darlin....
 
Daddi!

Kneels up on the bed, spreading my legs, placing my hands behind my back.

Been thinking about you

Grins
 
Moving closer, reaching for pretty hair, giving a sharp tug, until the head is back and I can taste a pretty mouth...teeth.

Have you now? What about?

Another kiss, stepping away to pull a camera phone out. Snaps a picture.
 
Mewing at the kiss and the tug, and then blushing at the picture

Thinking about how I would have loved to be fucked until I cried last week.

And now just thinking about kissing and adoring every inch of your body.
 
wicked grin

No worries baby girl we can always fuck until you cry another day...

laughter

You want to adore my body, huh?

Am old and outta shape...

Moves close enough to rest a hand on your throat...gentle squeeze

But I am sure you could make me forget those things if you tried.
 
Closes my eyes, breathing in deeply and savouring the hand, pushing forward into the gentle grasp

Pfftt, old and outta shape, don't be silly Daddi.

Opens my eyes again and lets them roam up and down your body

Fuck I wish I had your body

But....


since I can't, I can settle for adoring it

Grins and licks my lips
 
climbs up on the bed, pulling you backward, until you fall, all akimbo beside me.

Hmmm? I like good girl adoration.

Right hand moves to tangle in your hair...mouth finds the pulse in your throat and nibbles there...
 
Leans my head back, giving a soft moan as I feel the soft graze of your teeth

I try to be a good girl

Shifting over, my body facing yours, head still back to give you access to my neck, but my hands now caressing that soft toned skin
 
Husky laughter smothered against pretty paleness

You do a very good job, love.

Teeth mark a collar bone before soft lips trail upwards to brush a chin
 
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