Thread: Miss Murder [ Bear & LaughtersAssassin ]

Their bodies were speaking in the language that only lovers knew, each tremulous kiss met with equally trembling skin, every inch of him responding to her touch in the most pleasurable of ways. She had never experienced anything that was driven by so much instinct rather than anything learned, her body aching and craving to feel his hand on every inch of her flesh. Anthony was the first man to ever touch her like this, the first she even wanted to touch her like this, and it was sobering but romantic thought that he would be most likely the only one to ever get the chance. She could already tell that her next few months would be spent as she had wished her entire life had been - full of love and romance that was made for books, with the warmth of another in her bed and her heart swollen with emotions that only young love could evoke. The moments they shared were enough that for just a bit she didnt feel that tug in her heart to remind her that she was truly alone in the world, she didnt feel the weight of responsibility on her shoulders, didnt have the thoughts of how she would trudge through the last of her days living with the knowledge that all that was once the good in her world was gone. There was just him - the heat of his passion and the tickle of his lips, the light brush of fingertips across her skin and the feel of his breath against her. He was a fire that couldnt be dampened by the fact her life was soon to end, something so all consuming that he was best described not as a gently crackling fire that would aide in the cuddling of couples, but a wildfire that took in everything in its path. He was eating away and burning at the parts of her that wanted to die, but she was too far gone to realize it. Though she knew she might eventually change her mind about her fate, she had paid in advance to ensure that her contract be fulfilled regardless. And that, perhaps, made everything the much sweeter. Each touch of his hand and brush of his lips savored because she knew that they were limited, knew that one day his hands wouldnt be caressing her but taking the life from her. And she had requested that she not know the day. Who could want to know the day that they died, to wake up in the morning knowing that they were going to drink their last coffee and see their last sunrise? It made his touch feel so much better than if she knew she would feel it every day for thirty years, and made everything so much more intense. Her body responded to him with fervor, her hips pressing up into his hands as his thumb started playing small circles on her clit. Her breathing was ragged as her hands slid onto his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles work beneath the skin. Not long after she felt the head of his cock press against her, the world seeming to hang in limbo for a long period of time before it pressed forward. The first thing she felt was a sharp pain as her opening was stretched beyond anything it had ever taken before, her walls squeezing around the invader as her hands mirrored the motion. Anthony, ah-- She couldnt speak, her words robbed as she let out a soft moan, teeth biting her lower lip. The pain passed quickly enough and was replaced with pleasure, his lips brushing hers as her hips pressed up against his with an eagerness to feel him in her most intimate of reaches. Her legs wrapped around his hips as her lips pressed to his in a slow but gentle kiss, her hands moving to cup his face, Anthony, She practically purred his name, whispering it against his lips, pausing because there was always hesitance the first time, I love you.