Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Takeshi Yamamoto Lemon -- Afternoon Rush

Character: Yamamoto Takeshi

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

OC: Setsuna Ayase


“Can I get you anything?”

Setsuna glanced up from the menu. A broad smile split across her face at the sight of her server, even though she was far from surprised. She came to this restaurant every day after school, after all, and it was all for one reason. “Hmm...the usual, I think.”

A delicious smile spread over Takeshi’s face at her remark, and he leaned forward ever so slightly from across the counter. His voice, when he next used it, was light and airy, and showcased his excitement, “Take a seat and I’ll go ring up your order.” He then disappeared into the kitchen to no doubt get her request.

As she waited, Setsuna looked around. It wasn’t very busy that day – there were a few tables filled with kids presumably from school. They were in their uniforms and looked to be around her age, maybe slightly younger. Other than them, the shop was practically empty.

Memories began playing in her mind, reminding her of all the other times she had come here after school let out. The last time, about a week ago, had been by far the best. She had missed her usual time due to an overly long practice at school, and by the time she had entered the shop, the Yamamoto’s were getting ready to close up. She’d spent the rest of her evening helping them out. Needless to say, she’d never had so much fun working in her life.

Setsuna was brought from her thoughts as soon as she caught sight of Takeshi’s obsidian hair coming toward her. He was wearing that naive smile again, and it made her grin just to see it. He looked more than cute with that apron tied about his waist. A dangerous shiver raced down her spine.

“Will that be all?” he wondered, brushing his fingers with hers as he set the sushi in her hands. His eyes were twinkling, and she knew that he was aware of what he was doing to her. Takeshi wasn’t was stupid as people often thought he was. She smirked at the thought and shrugged delicately, putting on her flirtatious face, “I think you’ve missed something vital.”

He immediately grinned, gaze roving her face before locking on her mouth. He leaned forward, and she was met with his signature scent. Her mind was already gone before his lips had even found hers.

His kiss was like silk, melding against her with care. She couldn’t stop her fingers from reaching up to cup his cheek, nor her arms from encircling his neck. Setsuna didn’t think he minded, though, because in response, he deepened their kiss. It was quickly making her want to loose the space between them.

Evidently, Takeshi felt the same way. His hands grasped her wrists, gentle and promising as he slowly pulled away from the kiss. When she brought her eyes to meet his, his gaze was filled with desire. She suppressed an aggravated groan.

“I...don’t suppose you could – “ she was cut off by another quick kiss. Her eyes flickered closed immediately and she reveled in the lingering feeling of his mouth. His breath wavered over her, sending delightful tingles up and down her neck. His voice was husky and filled with want, “I’ll meet you upstairs in five minutes.” And that was that.

Five minutes dragged out torturously when one was waiting for something impatiently. Setsuna sighed and rested her head against her lover’s pillow, breathing in his mesmerizing scent. Before she had wandered into Takeshi’s bedroom, she had been quick to peek her head into all the other rooms of the apartment. She already knew that she was alone, but it made her feel better to be absolutely positive.

By the fourth minute, Setsuna was impatiently removing clothes. She wanted him quickly and didn’t want to waste any time on foreplay. As she leaned back onto the bed, a breathy sigh left her parted lips. She was getting turned on, and he wasn’t even in the room. The things he did to her...

Evidently, Takeshi had the same train of thought as she did, for when he finally wandered into the bedroom, his shirt was already gone and his fingers were working roughly on the button of his pants. He glanced up at her, soft blush immediately sprouting upon his cheeks when he noticed the lack of clothing on her lithe form. Her bra and panties were lacy and white, defining an innocence that he knew she only sometimes had. Now was not one of those times.

“Takeshi,” she grinned cheekily, getting up from the bed to saunter over to him. Was it just him, or was she moving her hips a little more than she needed? His pants were already feeling tight... “You’re two minutes late. That means I’m going to have to punish you,” she pouted, as though the idea made her unhappy. If not for the excited spark dwelling within her chocolate eyes, Takeshi might have been fooled. As it was, however, his body only traitorously reacted as shivers raced down his spine. Blood rushed to the area just between his legs; his eyes darkened with promise and lust; he could hardly take the feel of Setsuna’s light fingers roving around his bare chest.

He could think of a few things he’d like to do at the moment. Who needed a bed when you had a desk? He’d push her over it, hovering above her submissive form and show her who really had the dominance. He’d enter her swiftly from behind and – a mouth cut him off, and arms wrapped themselves around his neck. Setsuna’s kiss made him loose all thought; he immediately lost himself in the swirling passion. His hands got to work as they enveloped her back.

He hummed against her lips, eyes sparking as they connected with hers, and grinned his normal, naive smile. This time, the naivety was somehow intermingled with knowledge and desire. “What’s my punishment then?”

His words had Setsuna grinning. She leaned up to brush her lips over his smoothly as her hands dragged down his chest. For a moment, Takeshi had to close his eyes due to the intense shivers that accompanied her rough touches, but when her hands got to the pants that were still clinging to his hips, he couldn’t help but gaze at her in satisfaction.

She was quick to rid himself of those stupid jeans. They slid off his hips easily and fell to the ground. As soon as they were gone, no more attention were paid to them. Now, it was all given to his boxers, which still hung delicately about his waist.

Setsuna hummed and nuzzled her nose against his growing erection. She kissed it through the boxers while her fingers delicately touched the elastic above. Takeshi was hard now, so hard that he was absolutely beside himself with need. He rocked his hips into her face, blatantly hinting that she remove his last article of clothing and pleasure him more substantially. Whether she got the hint or not – he figured she did. It was pretty obvious – Setsuna didn’t completely acquiesce. She smoothly eased his boxers down, locking her gaze to the stiff length of his cock for a moment, and then leaned forward to teasingly press a soft kiss to his inner thigh. He inhaled sharply and couldn’t remember how to breath out.

It was probably highly uncomfortable, sporting such a significant erection, and Takeshi knew that Setsuna was aware of his discomfort. Still, she didn’t take him into her mouth like he wanted. No amount of rocking seemed to change her mind.

“Setsuna...” his strangled plea made her smirk. She sighed and hummed again, finally licking the tip of his swollen manhood. He immediately responded, gasping and grabbing at her hair to shove her dick farther into her. She allowed him, sucking fitfully as her tongue wove and darted across silky skin. She could taste him prominently and it was making her ache more and more for him. Before long, she pulled away from the intense need that was pounding between her legs.

“Takeshi,” she shot a look at him when he opened his mouth to argue, and he was immediately silenced. She knew very well what he saw within her eyes, and she knew that it was the reason he allowed her to move away from his twitching staff. “God, Takeshi,” she leaned up to kiss him, pressing her breasts against him and curling her body completely to his, “I really need you...”

That was all she had to say, it seemed. The bed was forgotten - as well as the desk – as they sunk to the floor, lips moving furiously as fingers tangled into hair. Her panties, which were still latched to her womanhood, were thrown aside and replaced by Takeshi’s long, hard, silky cock as he rubbed against her. She let out a moan and their eyes connected – sparks flew between them, bodies writhed as his tip dug into her – and finally, his large hands dragged her hips down, effectively ramming deeply into her pounding flower.

Moans immediately sprouted from parted, bruised lips. Takeshi’s back hit the cold wooden floor; his chest heaved; his hips thrust and writhed automatically. Setsuna collapsed on his body, wildly freeing her breathy sighs and moans as she leaned down to kiss him. His hands guided her around him, gently and yet roughly. They felt liberated and free.

“T-Take...shi....Takeshi! Mmmm~”

It was all he could do not to release himself into her. Those breathy sounds coming from her mouth were making it difficult for him to kept his self control. A heavy, lustful grunt left his throat as their eyes connected once more in fitful passion. Breathless, Setsuna whimpered, “I’m gonna cum! Takeshi...I’m gonna....”

He grunted again, ramming into her more roughly than before, and nodded, silently telling her that he, too, was ready to release. They quickly began falling together towards bliss.

“Ohhh~!” she buried her face in the conjuncture of his neck and came, letting her fluids dance with his as their hips moved recklessly as though to catch up. His semen shot straight into her, filling her up with a warmth like no other. He wanted to squeeze his eyes shut tightly – fall completely into the bliss and forget who he was – but he didn’t want to loose sight of the beauty before him. Setsuna was gorgeous when she came. It made his heart swell with manly pride at the realization that he had done this to her. Him.

Finally, they both rushed back to reality, only to find themselves on the cold, hard floor of Takeshi’s room. As they adjusted to their surroundings, they realized that the bedroom door hadn’t been fully closed. A small giggle erupted from Setsuna’s lips. “It’s a good thing your father’s still downstairs.”

He hummed, blushing at the thought of being interrupted in such an embarrassing way, and sat up. Their naked forms stayed together for a moment as they kissed gently, slowly, as though thanking the other for the intense pleasure that had been given.

“Well,” she pressed another kiss to his neck before getting up and dragging him with her. The door was closed a moment later, and her eyes took on that sparked, dominant look that had Takeshi shivering again. “I think we should clean ourselves up with a nice, hot shower, hmm?”

She didn’t bother waiting for him; she was confident that even Takeshi could say no to that. It looked as though they’d be united a while longer.

~~~

A China Lemon -- Republic of China


Character: China

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: Anna

Inspiration: Just thought Yao needed some love. And at least one lemon. ^//^


Perhaps there wasn’t a whole lot of things that defined Anna’s idea of sexy. What she considered to be sexy probably didn’t constitute for the majority of the female race. She figured most women wanted a big, strong man who’d protect them from any and all harm. (Which would be nice, she had to admit.) There was just one problem with that analogy: she was obviously in the minority, because otherwise there would be no way in hell that she’d actually find Yao Wang manly and, God forbid, sexy.

Not that he wasn’t well endowed or inexperienced – hell, he was probably more experienced than anyone else, as he’d been around a lot longer – but there were certainly aspects of his personality that came across as rather...feminine.

“God...today was so long, aru!” he pushed his head into the pillows of their shared bed, eyes closed as he ranted about the fruitless UN meeting that day, and how he never got any respect from the younger countries, and how they never got anything done. He didn’t seem to notice the fact that, sitting right beside him, was his scantily clad lover, dressed only in a thin, lacy pair of lingerie. He frowned, eyes still closed, “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to come home! England and America just don’t understand, aru. They don’t get that I’ve got more experience than them – “ he glanced up, eyes glancing over her body before locking onto her eyes. For a moment, she thought he might have realized the obvious invitation of her clothes – or lack thereof – but then he just continued speaking, as though the sight of her nearly naked, on his bed, dressed in sexy underwear, had absolutely no affect on him. Jesus, Anna was seriously starting to wonder if he’d turned gay overnight.

Evidently, China wasn’t really noticing a whole lot. The expression on her face, so utterly dry at his lack of attention, seemed not to register in his mind. He must not have wanted to come home so badly – not as badly as she’d wanted him to come home, anyway – for she was starting to think that nothing was going to come out of this evening. Sometimes she really hated his bipolar libido.

Yao,” she suddenly cut in, effectively making him turn his eyes to her in his confusion. Silence hung gracefully in the air around them, and Anna let it stay for a few moments, patiently waiting for his undivided attention. She got it, but he still didn’t seem to notice the fact that she’d been ready to take him since they woke up that morning and she’d watched him get dressed and leave. She sighed, turned toward him more, and decided to completely ignore the rant that he’d so adamantly conjured. “I went shopping today. Haven’t you noticed?” Or did she waste money, she wondered dryly.

His eyes finally moved a bit more slowly across her body, taking in the slim lace and the netty, silky fabric that hardly covered her full bosom. His gaze traveled down to the rest of her, focusing on the tiny panties that barely covered her lower body. A cute little bow kept them up. Just one, cute, tiny little bow. China nodded, distracted by the silky ribbon, but then raised his eyes back to hers and said, “Cute, aru. Are you going to sleep like that?”

...Sweet mother of God. She knew for a fact that China was not that oblivious. (Sometimes feminine, sure, but not oblivious.) Either he was exhausted from the day and therefore didn’t particularly want to waste energy on the night, or he was actually really clueless. Anna narrowed her eyes at him, and he finally gave in and sighed. Ha. She knew he wasn’t stupid. (Those robes could very well be hiding his raving manhood, for all she knew. He still hadn’t changed out of them.)

“Sorry, aru.” He rolled onto his back, gaze tightly latched to the ceiling. There was something conflicted about the emotions in his eyes. The furrow of his brow made him seem older, somehow, almost reflecting his true age. Anna, worried now, followed him. She fit her body to his side and brushed a gentle finger over his cheek. Her thumb smoothed his forehead. “...Am I...old, to you?”

His question caught her off guard, but didn’t completely surprise her. She knew that his age was one of his biggest insecurities. It was probably brought up during the meeting and had been nagging at his ever since. Anna hummed and lifted her head from his chest to gaze at him. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, but rather stared at the ceiling as though it was the answer to all his questions.

She pressed her lips to his cheek, softly, gingerly, and sighed, “You shouldn’t let anyone make you underestimate yourself.” Another kiss was pressed to the underside of his chin. Her hand twisted itself into his hair. “I’d love you if you were centuries older than you are now. Nothing could ever change that. Besides,” she finally caught his eye, and her mouth tilted up in a sultry smirk, “if you weren’t as old as you are, then you wouldn’t be as experienced as you are, and ultimately you wouldn’t be – “ she couldn’t even finish before his lips came up to connect with hers. Victory!

Their mouths moved slowly, generously, as though the long day had finally caught up with them. His hand crawled up her bare back, brushing delicately over the small clasp before delving beneath it to rove around the large expanse of skin. She loved when he touched her, skin to skin, and nearly melted on contact. The only thing that grounded her was his other hand, which was firmly latched to the back of her knee as she hovered halfway above him.

Her tongue slid against his lips, and he tentatively opened his mouth to allow her entrance. He wasn’t a particularly smooth lover, nor was he dominant to a very high degree. Their lovemaking was usually liberated and equal, meeting halfway and only halfway, and that was the how they both liked it.

He tasted sweet, like Western tea with more than one spoon of sugar. Vaguely, she wondered if England had tried to succor him into trying his Earl Grey, but her thoughts quickly lost focus on any one thing as his hands began to move.

It seemed that now, Yao was making up for the time lost before, when he had been ranting and ignoring her scantily clad body. He didn’t seem to care much for the lingerie – he wasn’t dragging out their intimacy like he usually did, at least – for his hands soon worked together to unclip the strap that held the top part of her outfit up. It fluttered away from her skin and was thrown off the other side of the bed.

His warm hands immediately converged upon her breasts, rolling the pink nipples around his fingers as their mouths worked more heatedly. Lust was quickly seeping into every movement, spurring them on and making their hearts ache for the need to be fully connected. Anna unconsciously moved closer to him, sliding into his lap and pressing her naked chest to the silky fabric of his robes. She shivered at the feeling, eyes half opening, and slowly broke the kiss. Yao opened his eyes a moment later.

He took her in, loving the fact that her lips was bruised and wet – because of him! – and that her body was so obviously craving him – again, because of him. He felt a surge of manly pride at the realization that he was making her like this. She bought this lacy number for him, waiting up for him, was looking at him with those big, beautiful, adorable eyes – just for him. It made his heart warm immediately at her undying faithfulness in him.

A small smile twinged her cheeks, as though she could feel the heat of his chest. Her fingers slid down his silk robes, nails scraping delicately over covered skin before twirling teasingly at where his manhood likely was.

It wasn’t difficult to find, really, because silk didn’t do much to cover anything. The bump where his manhood was anxiously awaiting was obvious, and Anna wasted no time as she went in for the kill. She massaged him lightly with one hand, whilst the other moved back up to undo the buttons of his collar. Her mouth connected with every bit of skin revealed, button by button, until the magnitude of his chest stood out gloriously to her hungry eyes. It didn’t take very long for her to remove the rest of his clothes, really. (She had already been turned on from the thought of their actions, and was quite ready to skip the usual foreplay.) Her mouth enclosed on his swelled cock a moment later.

He tasted better now, different, oriental. Like a new dish you’d ever had but, when you take your first bite, discover it for what it was: delectable, something you could taste every single day and never tire from it.

Yao looked amazing when he was flustered. As her head bobbed up and down, she gazed up at him. For a while, their eyes stayed connected, but when she gaze him a sudden squeeze and licked him a bit more thoroughly, his head slammed back into the pillows as his body arched pleasantly. A humming moan flew from his gasping, parted mouth; his eyes seemed unsure of how to react, opening to stare wide-eyed at the ceiling before shutting tightly and losing himself in the pleasure.

Anna’s fingers dug into his hips, pushing them down as he tried to buck into her mouth. Her tongue raced along the underside of his dick, where a full vein protruded, and it seemed to make him go wild. She teased the slit of his manhood with that clever tongue before darting it back down and repeating her movements. Her free hand rubbed his inner thigh, as though gently telling him that he was allowed to cum, that she would accept it, that this pleasure was only the start of their long night.

His hands didn’t move to catch her hair, but rather stayed, halfheartedly clenched by his head, pressing tightly against the pillow and the sheets. He looked like an oriental God, beautiful and exotic, and – as his eyes suddenly flew down to lock with hers once more – completely ready to be one with her.

He looked like he was asking for permission to release. His jaw was tightly clenched in his obvious self control. His control was one thing Anna admired about him – it was something that she could never not admire, for it spoke true in many instances that had nothing to do with the bedroom.

She gave a light, teasing nibble to his tip and smile, eyes shooting him a smirk as frustration rolled off of him. Slowly, she let him go, only to replace her mouth with her hand, pumping even harder and faster than the pace of her lips. She eyed him and nodded, silently telling him to let himself go. And he did.

His body came off the mattress as he released, hands grasping onto anything they could. Finally, they found Anna’s hair, and tangled deeply through her locks before forcing her mouth to cover him again, take him in as he let go. She didn’t mind his sudden show of dominance. She allowed him to push her head into his lap and sucked wildly to heighten the power of his release. His creamy cum tasted like nothing she’d ever had, but it was purely him and that made it delicious. She had no qualms about swallowing it; every bit of him was precious.

When his body had finally stopped reacting, and he just lay there panting and sweaty and pleasured, Anna came up to crawl to his side. A small bead of cum dribbled down her chin, intensifying the sexy look that China was suddenly overcome by. He groaned, feeling another wave of desire roll off of him. He leaned up to kiss her, wiping away the white substance before delving into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue. It was so wonderfully sexy, so naturally passionate, and Yao was not at all surprised when his back hit the bed and their kiss became more heated.

A small moan left Anna’s mouth; her hands gripped his shoulders as she hovered above him. Her body was craving him, wanting him, needing him to be inside of her. She moaned again, pleasing silently to her lover before breaking the kiss and pressing a tentative kiss to his chest. When she looked up to meet his golden eyes, Anna didn’t mean to speak. She didn’t mean to make her voice sultry and husky. She didn’t mean to tell him exactly how turned on she had gotten just from sucking his cock. She supposed she didn’t mean for a lot of things to happen, but regardless of the consequences, they did.

“Yao,” his eyes flashed with something deliciously passionate. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

And, well, Yao’s femininity notwithstanding, no man could resist those words. It was time to show a little dominance in the Republic of China.

~~~

Monday, October 17, 2011

A Russia Lemon -- Russian Mornings


Character: Russia

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

OC: Eliana



Russian mornings were...different. (In Eliana’s opinion, everything in Russia was different, but that was besides the point.) The change was something that had attracted her to the country in the first place.

The rustle of sheets brought her from light sleep. As she slowly sat up, the sun spread over her face in warm rays. Yes, Russian mornings were different, but as Eliana caught sight of the naked country stretching on the other side of the bed, she decided that they were more irresistible and delicious than any other she’d spent.

He turned to glace at her over his shoulder, face shining with a bright smile and purple eyes twinkling merrily, “Good morning,
моя Любовь." His voice was husky with sleep and, as his eyes traveled over naked flesh, something more primal. Eliana loved the attention he gave her, and everything else about the man before her. She wanted to reach up and touch his smooth, tousled silver hair; rake her fingers over his delightfully broad chest; kiss as much of him as she possibly could and bring him back to the solace of the protecting sheets.

A cute smile tugged at her mouth, “
доброе утро, Ivan.”

Something flashed through her lover’s eyes when she spoke his native tongue. It always happened – always made him wild and crazy with desire – and it didn’t fail her now. (Not when she was laying so bare before him, tangled in a bed that had seen so many passionate nights.)

She thought she would explode before Russia had even touched her. His large hand slid up a creamy thigh, pressing here and there with just the right knowledge of what pleased her. He turned his body, facing her now, and towered above her in a dominant way. When his body finally pressed against hers, Eliana knew that there was no turning back.

His eyes were swirling in an endless array of emotion, for once allowing her to read his expression before drawing her mind into complete blankness. The curve of his lips was much too tempting, and he knew it. In a rare moment of submission, Russia allowed Eliana to tug his mouth to hers.

She immediately lost herself in the kiss. Their mouths worked together like clockwork, pausing only briefing as tongues raced out to meet. His hands made good use of her weakness as they traveled up her body, and the delicious feeling forced her deeper into the desire he was firmly exhibiting upon her.

She was vaguely aware of the soft noises that were leaving her throat. Russia seemed to enjoy said moans, for he didn’t stop his ministrations. They were sinking quickly, heavily, into a world that was both familiar and utterly foreign.

“...Ivan...!” his name was a mere plead into the passionate kiss == an invitation to change the course of their actions; to take her here and now and without preservation; to end the kiss in favor of the imminent passion that was saturating their very breath.

And he took her invitation, not because he was feeling particularly submissive that morning, but rather because the problem between his legs was getting on his nerves. (And hers, as well, for the closeness of their bodies gave her pretty good insight into his vexation.)

The mattress moved with his weight as he crawled up her body, stopping only when the tip of his manhood was pushing against her delectable lips. His eyes were flashing in danger now, because the sight of her innocent expression had his mouth watering. With a feral snarl, one order issued from him.

She obeyed. Her mouth parting as she accepted him. He pushed into her wet cavern, immediately wanting to close his eyes as enjoyment raced up his spine. But he didn’t – he couldn’t possibly pull his gaze from the angelic sight before him. He watched her like a predator to prey, thrusting roughly into her mouth again and again, deeper with every stroke of his hips.

She was beautiful, delightfully his, and completely at his mercy. It was how he liked it, and she knew it, and that was why she was sucking so delectably on the stiffness of his erection.

His hands were too still. They suddenly slid over her skin, burning fire into her veins as they pushed down, down, until they touched a heat that was more passionate than that of her mouth. As his long fingers dipped into her womanhood, the hum of her moan wrapped around his staff. She arched her back, sucking more roughly as he took thrust his fingers in and out, again and again, deeper and deeper until she was at her breaking point. And then, he stopped.

He stopped everything: the movement of his hips to that of his hands. It made her crazy with want, but the fierceness of her opened eyes only increased the buzz of thought within his head. He knew of only one thing, and that was how badly he was going to take her.

He pulled away in a rush of motion, leaving her cold and bare and panting on the sheets. But he didn’t part for very long, and was soon nestled between her aching legs, in a position that had her itching for movement. He didn’t sink into her at once. Rather, he pressed his tip against her in a slow, teasing action that had her glaring his way. A smirk flashed across his mouth; his eyes bore into hers, amethyst purple against honeyed brown. His voice, when he spoke, was huskier than she’d ever heard it, and it sent shivers racing throughout the entirety of her body.

“Do not look away from my eyes.” And then he was inside.

It took every ounce of self control to do as he said. She wanted to close her lids and fall into blank passion. She wanted to just feel him rocking against her. But with their gazes completely locked, Eliana was forced to remain on a plain of awareness, half sinking into blindness but mostly clamped to powerful reality. It was mind-blowingly riveting; something that she’d never experienced.

She couldn’t look down to watch their connected bodies; couldn’t loose herself in the desire building up within her. With her lover towering over her, dominating her roughly and utterly, Eliana couldn’t do anything but wait for the passion to come to an end.

It did, sooner than she’d thought. Every thrust of his hips forced himself deeper within her core; his large, powerful hands pushed her down as she primitively tried to meet him halfway. His mouth was whispering words to her in his native tongue, but her mind was so immersed in the moment that she could neither completely hear nor understand them, and they passed over her ears in a wasted manner that still seemed to rile up her desire.

Though the height of passion seemed to rush at them in a hapless fashion, it still took a long time to actually progress to absolute unity. The two intermingled bodies writhed together, faces close and eyes still locked tauntingly. Their pants, hers especially, raced out to mingle with his. When they finally did reach their peak – when they transcended to a world that was neither heaven nor earth – their very souls seemed to twist together. Gasps fled from lips; nails raked on skin; hips scourged hips and bruises formed in the essence of the moment.

It was over all too soon. Once the heat of his seed as perforated her core, they were reduced to two panting entities, curled together with their gazes still passionately stayed.

Eliana could hardly breathe. Her fingers raced down his back gently, as though silently apologizing for the damage she’d no doubt caused. He didn’t seem to care about said damage, however, because he had caused his fair share of bruises upon her body. He finally broke their heavy stare as he kissed her, intimately twisting his mouth with hers before moving his lips to kiss the various bruises that were scattered around her arms and legs. She giggled all the way.

As he moved back up to wrap her into his arms, smiling brightly once more and looking all too satiated, Eliana could think only grin. She pressed a soft kiss to his chest before snuggling up to his warmth. She threw a leg over his and brought their lower bodies together intimately. She wound her arms around his waist and pulled him as close as she could. Russian mornings were different, but Eliana realized that life simply wouldn’t be the same without them.

Silently, she felt him press a kiss into her hair.

Translations:
моя Любовь: my Love

доброе утро: Good morning

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