Too long a wait (Mina) - Mina's Home and Studio

She purred as he kissed her, melting into him.

"Si, I would like that very much."

He smiled and kissed her again, if for no other reason as to feel her melt into him even more.

"Then it will be yours. Right now I doubt I could refuse you much. I do not want to."

She melted against him more, going entirely limp.

"Mmmmmmmmm....I want to melt beneath you before you enter me."

Her voice was a whisper, her eyes closed.

He smiled and kissed her again. Something about her lips right now called to him, and something about her body begged his hands to find and touch her softly. Oh, there was heat in those hands, and they touch to make her melt, but he was not taking her, not yet. She wished to melt first.

"Can one melt someone so warm and hot already? You are not made of ice. Not you."

She arched under his hands, craving his touch entire. She moaned into his kiss, entirely pliant.

"Anything can melt if you get it hot enough."

He turned toward her a little more, moving so his body was no longer next to her but partially covering her with his body. She wanted his touch, she was going to get it. now he kissed down her chin and across her neck, finally letting his mouth roam over one breast to kiss nad nibble and lick her nipple and the xoft mound of flesh around it.

"How about the sun? Can you melt the sun?"

Her head fell back as she arched up into his mouth.

"I....don't know."

His touch, his mouth, this was what she wanted. She opened her legs for his hand, should it want to wander down there.

It was as if he understood the language of her body. It opened and his hand moved to tease the soft hair between her legs, to play with her sensitive button, all while his mouth and other hand played with the rest of her. His mouth left her for just a moment to speak softly.

"You are my sun. Let us see if you melt."

She moaned softly, pressing into his fingers.

"Si."

And then there was no more words. She was moaning and arching beneath him, writhing in pleasure. Her hand moved into his hair, encouraging him to keep up what his mouth was doing. The other hand clenched in the bed covers.

That was enough for him. He continued to suck nibble and tease, first one breast and then the other. The hand below was seeing just him much figers fould do, entering her with tow fingers while his thumb and palmed played with her clit. He wasnt the best in the world at it but he was paying attention to her and not just what felt good to him, so he heard how she reacted and to what. And that went a long way.

She enjoyed having his fingers inside her, enjoyed even more that he continued to rub her clit. Her hooves were digging into the bedding, as she bucked under his fingers, fingers clenching in his hair. She was mewling incoherently, barely breathing. He could hear her heart going in her chest, pounding out a rhythm that kept moving faster.

He liked that beat and adopted it, not beat ofr beat but using it as his hands adopted a new rhythm and he started to play even more with her breasts, going from hard to soft to hard again and enjoying the different reactions he got. He liked her hand in his hair two, sometime pushing for more or holding him in place but never pulling him away.

She began to scream her pleasure, bucking and writhing beneath him. This was almost too much for her, and now she was begging. Begging for him to enter her. Of course, whether he did or not was entirely up to him.

He had made her beg once before, and he didnt want to wear her out already. He slowed downa and with drew his hand, instead entering her, HIs mouth moving up to herto kiss her shoulder and her neck and then her mouth, full on and warm. She wanted to catch fire and they would.. slowly.

She welcomed him in. Welcomed the slowness. Melting beneath him even as she wrapped herself around him.

"Rafeal, amor."

She wrapped herself around him so well. Her arms, her body, all of her seemed to cover him, to surround him and it felt.. warm, and loving and like something he had been missing. 3 weeks of misery slipped off his nerves and body just to feel her attention and care. He kissedher again, gently, sweetly and slowly let his body move now.

She returned his kiss with banked passion and pure sweetness, letting him set the pace. She wanted to purge him of all the negative that had come up so recently.

He didnt know if he was purged of evil but she certainly filled him with good. In a way, this might have been the softest, most loving he had been with her. This was not a beast taking her but the man that needed her. He contin ued to make love to her slow and sweetly... for a time.

He was starting to speed up already.. a slow growl was building in his throat.

She murmured in his ear, words of encouragement and love. Her voice was soft, and her body pliant to his needs. She move4d to his rhythm, purring beneath him. Fingers in his hair and holding to his arm. She was his, entirely, giving him everything that she could. Everything he would take.

Once he got started, he was able to take quite well. And somehow, even as he took he gave. That was what a sacrifice was all about. giving of oneself completely only to find a reward that no one expected.

And he wanted to reward her, to thank her, to be with her. After all this he needed someone and she was there.

She was gentle, moving against him, stroking him with the fur on her legs, letting her hands play across his skin. She was enjoying this so very much, and gaining as much from him as he was from her. The love and acceptance that part of her had perhps always craved. A true give and take.

There was one thing for sure, he accepted her, not just the pretty girl she his as for the giuys and the dreamers, he accepted the way she really looked, accepted her life as he knew it, accepted her dreamers, and her needs that he knew of, and her worship. More than that. He accepted her. And liked her. And .. maybe more.

Right now he also wanted her. He kissed her again, with a little more fire, and he was moving faster, He wanted to feel her smoke with need, and want and pleasure. His skin sought her, all of her.

She felt the change, and matched it. Her nails dug into his back as she shifted her hips so as to gain the most pleasure for both of them. To have him rub against her clit while allowing him deeper. And she clenched around him, gasping.

She was reacting to him and he growled even more as her nails but into him, as she shifted to take him better. He continued to move against her, inside on her. There was something almost instinctual about the way he moved. He was managing to be agressive and a bit primal while not completely loosing that loving style he displayed earlier.

And he was speeding up.

She was rising fast, her sounds answering his. But hers were not predatory. She was not a predator to match him. Not now. Now she was a woman who was being given pleasure of the highest order. So she moaned, and she cried out, and her sounds grw in pitch until they were high and loud.

And she matched his speed.