Morgan
Oh, and you in all your vibrant youth
How could anything bad ever happen to you?
"Incredible. Hm." Morgan found that compliment was easier to take on than others, smiled at him and responded, as she leaned up to meet him in the middle, an arm sliding around his shoulders: "You are...I want you." Not the most elegant of sentences, changing halfway in, but she was distracted; the sudden press of his hips on hers, the hand on her thigh: if she had said anything longer, it would have been cut off anyway.
The kiss this time was deeper, more involving; her body moved from instinct, hips rolling up and back arching into Neron, her mouth opening for him: however he wanted her she was there, ready to take it. Though perhaps not entirely willing to give up all her control, her hands slid down to Neron's shirt and began to unbutton it, fingers spreading out over his chest as it was revealed.
Pulling back to gasp for a breath (sadly, something she still needed, even if Neron could do without), she looked down as her fingertips stroked down his torso to the fabric of his pants, for now going over and gently, almost barely, stroking the outline of his erection, biting her lip without thinking about it.
The kiss this time was deeper, more involving; her body moved from instinct, hips rolling up and back arching into Neron, her mouth opening for him: however he wanted her she was there, ready to take it. Though perhaps not entirely willing to give up all her control, her hands slid down to Neron's shirt and began to unbutton it, fingers spreading out over his chest as it was revealed.
Pulling back to gasp for a breath (sadly, something she still needed, even if Neron could do without), she looked down as her fingertips stroked down his torso to the fabric of his pants, for now going over and gently, almost barely, stroking the outline of his erection, biting her lip without thinking about it.
You make a fool of death with your beauty
and for a moment
