Fingers touching the Opal dangling from the chain, the stone falling to just over her breast bone, skin cream colored and oh so soft under his fingers. He looks into her eyes, the glittering sharp blue of his growing cool while her green eyes flare and darken when meeting his gaze. He runs his hands over her nude form, then standing up, strips his clothes off, dropping them in a heap on the floor beside the bed, he then takes her into his arms. His gaze searching hers, deeper they probe, seeking her thoughts, the emotions that make her quiver in his embrace. He dips his head down, lips brushing along the side of her lips, tangling his fingers in her short damp hair, holding her fast when she would turn to seek his kiss. Imprisoned in his grasp, he licks then nips the hollow of her throat then. Forcing her head back so neck arches with the shining chain collar glittering around her throat.
Inhaling the scent of her skin when he breaths in deeply, the tea tree oil of her shampoo and soap still clinging to her skin. Smelling also of his cologne, her body trembles as his hands begin a slow sensual exploration, studying her every reaction. Nuzzling her neck, teeth sharp it feels over her skin, her entire body quivers against him. Nipples growing taut, hardening even as they swell, thrusting up as her back arches under the right hand that traces fingers down over her body. The path left seeming to blaze over her skin, ripe curves that quiver under his caress, little mewling sounds of desire as she reaches for him. His snapping at her sounding so cold "Hold Girl...!" has her hands going to lay at her sides, fists balled at her hips. His bare skin pressed to her side, able to feel the twitching of his hardening cock against her thigh as he lowers his head to flick his tongue over the bud of her nipple.
Body bucking with the first hot touch of his tongue, she feels the sob rising up to her throat, biting it down, forcing it back as he watches her face. Looking up with the glacier blue eyes, he covers her left nipple with his mouth, sucking suddenly hard and with hungry force. The sob breaking free as she rounds, lifting her breast to his mouth. Instinctual in her begging with her body for his heat, the sounds coming from her throat helpless sounding, passion growing white hot. So fast as she feels her pussy contracting on the emptiness, needing to be filled, body near the edge withing minutes of his commanding and tasting her. His watching gaze blazing with intensity as he listens and feels her body's responses to him, the trembling only serving to inflame his desire to possess her completely.
Moving over her, the soft mattress of the bed shifting under them as he raises himself over her body. On his knees between her parted thighs, he looks down at her, the girl claimed as his own, the desire in her eyes ablaze with seeing the wink of steel around, encircling her neck, the stone glittering in the light coming between a crack of the curtains over the patio doors. He drinks in the sight of his new toy, a sweetly passionate submissive with, quite possibly, the passions to match his own dark desires. When her hands lift from the bed, the drops down, hands encircling her wrists pulling them up over her head, wrapping her fingers around the bars of the wrought iron headboard.
