saiden
Grinning a bit wolfishly, Saiden's fingers danced up from Weaver's hip, tracing patterns against the side of her body. "I don't know about that. We could see where our imaginations take us." Winking at her, he turned his attention back to her neck. The fingers of his other hand reached up to brush her hair out of the way.
Then his hand dropped, to push the fabric away from her shoulder a bit, exposing a bit more of that tantalizing skin. As her own hands roamed over his chest he growled approvingly. As he did, his lips followed the path of his hand, kissing down and over, biting down where her neck met her shoulder.
Then his hand dropped, to push the fabric away from her shoulder a bit, exposing a bit more of that tantalizing skin. As her own hands roamed over his chest he growled approvingly. As he did, his lips followed the path of his hand, kissing down and over, biting down where her neck met her shoulder.
