Valentines? I love you just as much every day (Medwyn) - Sunflower Beach

He seemed intent on keeping those waves of pleasure going. His arms stretched above his head, he couldn't really move, couldn't really touch her. But she was such a vision, such a beautiful sight above him as she trembled and writhed in pleasure that he could no more deny her even more than he could have gotten free from where he was currently trapped. With those low growls in his throat, those sounds of pleasure and need, his hips pressed up, again and again, to match the pace of her hips. Even when she fell forward over him and he could look up, into her face, he kept those waves going. "My beautiful angel..." he growled, the moans falling from his lips like warm rain around her. "Come for me again..."

She... was a little lost at the moment, lost to the waves of pleasure that kept rushing through her. He wanted her to come again, but she hadn't even managed to come down from her first climax yet. She still trembled, her body still gripping at him, caressing him while she moved to the thrusts of his hips. Whimpering weakly between ragged breaths. Her fingers once more digging into the covers and pulling at them in need of something to ground her.

Oh god she wanted to feel his hands on her in that moment. But the frustration of it only added to the intensity really as her lips parted in another cry even though she'd never truly gotten down from the first high before the second hit her even harder.

In many ways, he wanted to touch her again. But he couldn't imagine anything more perfect than this. The sight of her rising above him, moving so that she could bring herself pleasure. Letting him see her pleasure, but letting him feel it too. Not only in the way she gripped and pulsed around him, but in the way he could feel her fingers curling and tugging at the bedclothes under him, causing him to shift and move under her just a little bit.

His hands couldn't touch her, but other parts of him could -- and did. He pressed his hips to hers, letting her set the pace and only helping it along a bit. His thighs tensing and pressing against her own, letting her feel him as he seemed to actually grow a little more inside of her. Filling her -- though not exactly painful, Medwyn wasn't a small man. There was likely just a little bit of discomfort in it.

Her lips only briefly brushed against his with a whimper before finding the corner of her neck where her fangs soon found purchase as they sank into his flesh with a muffled moan from the blond who was still riding her own waves of please. Still trembling and incapable of really doing much at this point but let her body move to the thrusts of her his hips.
Her fingers though, trembling as they were, left the bedclothes to travel up his arms and to link her fingers with his as she bit down harder. Still softly writhing above him as she continued to whimper and moan while the trembling waves of her climax continued to rush through her, causing her to grip at him again with silken walls. The way her skin flushed with heat a testament to the way he made her feel.
Her lover, for whom she'd give everything, who she wanted to be everything.

Her fingers linked with his still in their bonds, squeezed his hands as she arched her back to pressed her chest against his again. Needing to feel him as she tasted the few drops of his sweet, warm blood that her bite had drawn to the surface.

Unfair. It was completely unfair.

He was vaguely aware of her hands in his, of the way that her chest brushed against his. But he went completely lax in her arms as he felt her fangs sliding into his throat. Caught in the pleasure of the Kiss, it didn't even occur to him to fight her on it. No, he was writhing and moaning under her as she gave him that rush of pleasure, that unimaginable feeling of bliss that the Kiss always brought. Caught as he was, he didn't fight her -- but he did move differently under her, squirming rather than just pressing into her.

Time seemed to have lost meaning to her, because she couldn't tell how long the pleasure held its grasp on her, or how long her fangs stayed buried in his throat while she listened to those beautiful sounds he made and felt his body squirm under her. Her fingers flexed, still holding his hands, needing to feel him and taste him as much as she needed his sounds and his scent. Everything... she needed and wanted and craved everything about him. And when she finally did slide her fangs from his throat, it was with a gasp before her tongue moved softly over his skin to lick the last drops of blood away and to seal the wounds. The barely conscious part of her mind capable of thinking far enough to free his hands with a pull of the scarf that held him in place, enough to free him from the bed she'd tied him to anyways, even if the scarf would still be tied around one wrist.

She couldn't really think past that, her lips lingering just above his throat as she breathed hard, feeling herself still gently shivering as she whispered his name.

He became slowly conscious that her fangs had left his throat. It was a moment before he noticed that his hands were, for the most part, free. They went around her instantly, his right hand coming up to tangle in the blonde curls that framed her face. Holding her close to him as he panted, still moaning just a little, from the pleasure that she had just showered on him. Which was more like a freight train, but at the moment, he thought of little else than his very own fallen angel, complete and real and in his arms.

Oh, she needed that. Needed to feel his touch and to be held. Good thing she didn't weigh much, because she pretty much just collapsed on top of him as she nuzzled into the corner of his neck and sighed in pleasure from the touch and feel of his hands.
A soft warm breath brushing across his skin as her body, still feeling him inside of her as she hadn't moved, tried to regain its senses. Though if she was to be honest, she was perfectly fine with being a bit lost at the moment.

He held her close, his hands gently stroking her back. It may or may not break the illusion of her wings, but he didn't care at the moment. He just wanted to hold her and touch her, feel her over him as she continued to quiver in pleasure. It was pleasure that he, somehow, through some miracle, had caused. And it meant more to him than words could ever express.

The wings softly dissipated, turning into glittering specs that floated into the air and faded away in silence after having briefly lingered there like fireflies in the night, until all that was left was the woman rather than the angel, resting softly in his arms with a warmth breath across his skin and the loving touch of her hands on his body.

Teddy sighed with a gentle smile to her lips as he ran his hands over her back, soaking up his affection and savoring the feel of his shivers there he lay, pressed close to her.
"I love you..." her lips brushed against his ear, pulling lightly at his earlobe with a warm touch. "With all my heart..."

He still shivered. Still shivered from the feel of her over him as well as the pleasure that she had just given to him. From the pleasure that she let him see. He groaned softly, leaning up to kiss her shoulder. "And I love you. With all my heart."

"Yours..." she whispered the word against his ear with a warm smile, one that reflected in her voice as well. Much too happy to simply stay like that, in his arms, for the rest of the evening if he so wanted to. Feeling his arms around her, feeling his touch and his caress and sharing in a moment that was simply, perfect.

He continued to stroke her hair, his hands gentle. Now that they were free, he was holding her close. "Mine. And you haven't even gotten your presents yet..."

"Mmm, there's presents?" came the smiling whisper against his ear before her lips parted and caught his earlobe so she could pull lightly at it. "I thought I already got mine..." the blond murmured as she rolled her hips once, slowly, against him, feeling him still inside of her as her fingers pressed lightly against his skin.

With a quiet moan, he almost didn't answer her. But then he smiled, leaning up to brush a kiss over her lips. "You didn't think I would forget to get you a present, did you?"

"I don't make assumptions when it comes to silly American holidays" she chuckled softly, nipping at his lips once with a content sigh. "Though I can most definitively see making this a tradition.." a very very good one.

He laughed softly. "I hate holidays as a rule. But I'm told I'll be disowned if I have a girlfriend and get her nothing for Valentine's Day."

The blond above him laughed softly, such a bright happy smile to her lips as she gazed down into his eyes, brushing her fingers softly through his hair.
"I wouldn't worry about that. I'm happy just having you. I don't need anything else" and she meant it.

He laughed. "Maybe. But Odessa would never forgive me. And as sweet as she is, her wrath is mighty."

"Mmmm, we can't have that, now can we?" Teddy smiled, leaning in for another kiss as she sighed softly against his lips with a lingering smile that just didn't seem to want to leave.

He looked up at her with a grin. "Then you'll need to let me up so I can get you your gifts." Plural.

Moving was... difficult when she didn't really want to lose the feel of him. But she did move, very slowly, very gently, letting out a soft gasp upon feeling him leave her body before she rolled over onto her back with a little whimper.

He didn't seem like he was in any hurry to get up, either. But he did finally move, rolling over... and that was as far as he got before he groaned a little, then just shut his eyes. "Gimme another minute or two."

She let out a soft chuckle and rolled over so she could wrap her arm around him from behind, her still warm body softly pressed to his as she kissed the back of his neck with a content little sigh.
"Take all the time you need, love... I'm happy just like this.." with him, brushing her hands over his chest and stomach.

He seemed to be content to just cuddle for a few moments with her. Gifts were there, but they could wait. For just a few more moments, he wanted to feel her. "I'll get there. I promise. Eventually."