Morgan
Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
Feeling Neron's hips press against her, with the rather obvious difference that the room made, drew a soft, laughing hum from Morgan, her fingers pressing harder on his skin where she held him. She hadn't realised just how much she'd been looking forward to being with him, to touching him and knowing he felt the same electricity she did when their bodies met.
She had started this endeavour confidently and ready to take control, but as Neron's hand touched her chest and his eyes looked into hers...Morgan felt herself soften, turned her head to look at the cushioned space behind them, then back to Neron. Maybe it would be nice for once to not be in control, to let go, to not be as hard (and Neron certainly was). Without words, she gently let her arms encircle his waist and took some steps back until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, then she sat and pulled him over her, hoping the implication was clear, especially as she leaned back and unbuttoned her shirt, her bare chest displayed before him and expectant eyes staring up.
She had started this endeavour confidently and ready to take control, but as Neron's hand touched her chest and his eyes looked into hers...Morgan felt herself soften, turned her head to look at the cushioned space behind them, then back to Neron. Maybe it would be nice for once to not be in control, to let go, to not be as hard (and Neron certainly was). Without words, she gently let her arms encircle his waist and took some steps back until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, then she sat and pulled him over her, hoping the implication was clear, especially as she leaned back and unbuttoned her shirt, her bare chest displayed before him and expectant eyes staring up.
You make a fool of death with your beauty
and for a moment
