- Real Name
- Ashley Oldenburg
- Missions
- 649
- Ability
- Ability to instill self-doubt, turmoil and intimidation
The Clocktower - Ashley's Room
Ashley smiled, running a finger down his jaw line.
"Because most people can't tell what other people are feeling. And they don't want to get hurt."
His fingers traced her bikini line, making her skin tingle with anticipation. Her back arched, her eyes closed, his name on her lips. They laughed together, easily, not because of embarassment or nervousness. But because of the comfort they had in each other, in just being together.
She remember the lingerie she had bought, too late.
She let out a contented sigh in pleasure.
"Whatever you want..."
He pulled her sweater up and off, without urgency, taking his time. There was no rush to finish. This was just about showing how they felt about one another. He removed her bra with a practiced hand, like he was slowly unwrapping a present. He remembered all the places she liked to be touched, how she liked to feel his mouth on her body. He followed the map she had given him, touching her so delicately that her need built to the boiling point, every nerve ending on her body crying out for him. She reveled in the slow burn that spread over her body, the excitement of being held back from the edge.
When she thought she couldn't stand it any more, he paused to remove his own clothes, and she watched him with appreciation and lust. Her eyes alone told him how much she wanted him, but it wasn't just the need for sex, it was the need to be as close to him as possible, to have a physical representation of the love they felt. And now that he had told her that he loved her, and she believed it now without question, because he showed it, in the way he treated her, the way he looked at her. And she would swear that she could feel it when he touched her, that she was his and he was hers.
He kissed her body from her legs to her chest, his lips like hot irons against her skin, her body arching against him each time they touched her. Her stomach tightened as she raised her head slightly so she could look into his eyes as they looked up at her, her breathing heavy with desire. He touched her neck with his nose and her head fell back against the pillow, as he traced a line up to her chin that made her moan. And then he was inside her and her moan deepened. His hands were taking hers, intertwining his fingers with hers. She didn't know where he ended and she began.
He kissed her, and it was like explosions going off in every part of her body, more erotic than anything he had done to her yet. She squeezed his hands, willing him to move, the build up in her body maddening.
"Ti adoro, my only love."
Then he began to move. She moaned against his mouth, finding his lips again. Her legs hugged him to her, her hips rose to meet his movements, their bodies working together in tandem. Ashley had had countless lovers throughout the centuries, but it was only now that she truly gave her heart, and felt it received with love in return. And that reciprocity was reflected in their lovemaking, neither wanting what they felt to end, both caring more for the pleasure of the other than themselves, bringing both hearts together in a crescendo of feeling that no one could break.
"I'll never understand why people are so afraid to admit what they feel."
Ashley smiled, running a finger down his jaw line.
"Because most people can't tell what other people are feeling. And they don't want to get hurt."
His fingers traced her bikini line, making her skin tingle with anticipation. Her back arched, her eyes closed, his name on her lips. They laughed together, easily, not because of embarassment or nervousness. But because of the comfort they had in each other, in just being together.
She remember the lingerie she had bought, too late.
Zach said:"Save that for later, my love. You know I wouldn't like anything on you right now."
She let out a contented sigh in pleasure.
"Whatever you want..."
He pulled her sweater up and off, without urgency, taking his time. There was no rush to finish. This was just about showing how they felt about one another. He removed her bra with a practiced hand, like he was slowly unwrapping a present. He remembered all the places she liked to be touched, how she liked to feel his mouth on her body. He followed the map she had given him, touching her so delicately that her need built to the boiling point, every nerve ending on her body crying out for him. She reveled in the slow burn that spread over her body, the excitement of being held back from the edge.
When she thought she couldn't stand it any more, he paused to remove his own clothes, and she watched him with appreciation and lust. Her eyes alone told him how much she wanted him, but it wasn't just the need for sex, it was the need to be as close to him as possible, to have a physical representation of the love they felt. And now that he had told her that he loved her, and she believed it now without question, because he showed it, in the way he treated her, the way he looked at her. And she would swear that she could feel it when he touched her, that she was his and he was hers.
He kissed her body from her legs to her chest, his lips like hot irons against her skin, her body arching against him each time they touched her. Her stomach tightened as she raised her head slightly so she could look into his eyes as they looked up at her, her breathing heavy with desire. He touched her neck with his nose and her head fell back against the pillow, as he traced a line up to her chin that made her moan. And then he was inside her and her moan deepened. His hands were taking hers, intertwining his fingers with hers. She didn't know where he ended and she began.
Zach said:"Ti amo, Ashley."
He kissed her, and it was like explosions going off in every part of her body, more erotic than anything he had done to her yet. She squeezed his hands, willing him to move, the build up in her body maddening.
"Ti adoro, my only love."
Then he began to move. She moaned against his mouth, finding his lips again. Her legs hugged him to her, her hips rose to meet his movements, their bodies working together in tandem. Ashley had had countless lovers throughout the centuries, but it was only now that she truly gave her heart, and felt it received with love in return. And that reciprocity was reflected in their lovemaking, neither wanting what they felt to end, both caring more for the pleasure of the other than themselves, bringing both hearts together in a crescendo of feeling that no one could break.
Karma
well...vajazzled does wonders! :p LOL good post