A warm meal and a quiet night

CHULANE like a river flows surely to the sea Small sounds of pleasure tickle his ears, though the hammering of his own heart thrums along there too, drums beating a rhythm that tried to drown out everything else. Oh but he feels her still, her reciprocating, her guiding him - he follows with ease, utterly entranced, completely giving in to his yearning, his desire - their desire. A low groan echoes from somewhere in his chest as her lips dance across his frame, as if every touch lit a new fire within him. Her hands explore him as his explore hers, but at her answer, or rather, the distance that suddenly appears between them, he feels momentarily lost, adrift. But then she speaks again, and reaches for his pants, where a definite bulge is clearly growing, wanting to participate in this dance that has brought them here. A shy smile curves his lips, but he deftly and swiftly works at the belt buckle and sheds those as well - only loose cotton trunks remain down there now, and he didn't think they were going to last much longer. "That can be arranged," he purred as he reached for her once more, more sure of himself as he sought to cup her butt upper thighs and hoist her up against him, so that he might take the last few steps onto the bed for the both of them, seeking yet more kisses from her lips as this action would bring them on par for height for a time. some things are meant to be