declarations [[locked to joslire for H&M]]

[prophetepiphany]

Her own scars were forgotten, things she didn't even think about anymore when she was like this with him. Over the past year he'd loved her so much that she never had to wonder or worry about how he felt. She didn't think about what he had to be thinking when his fingers wandered along her back

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[knife_fighter]

Jos moaned with pleasure, back arching. He stroked Laura's head, shoulders, upper back -- whatever he could reach, with fevered hands, and brought muscular but flexible legs up to stroke her legs, hips and bottom.

Silken skin, soft hair, lips, tongue, he was awash in pleasure, completely at her mercy.

[prophetepiphany]

Tugging his hip wrap down, Laura slid her body back up his and kissed him deeply as she reached to stroke him gently. Her fingers wrapped their way around his erection as her tongue slid over his slowly.

[knife_fighter]

"Baby," was the only coherent word that came out from between moans and groans and sighs of pleasure.

He reached up to caress her face, hold it in his hands, even as he moaned into the kiss as she stroked him.

He felt she should be the one being pleasured, but she seemed to have other ideas, so Jos surrendered himself to her.

[prophetepiphany]

Making her way back down his body after getting her fill of kisses for the time being, Laura replaced her hand with her mouth, letting her fingers stroke across his inner thighs. She knew that he could pleasure her all night long, so while she had him at her mercy, she wanted to reciprocate.