It didn't take long for Squall to get out of his fancy mess uniform, the final sound that summed it all up being the twin clunks of those heavy gun belts hitting the floor. Standing before where he laid her on the bed with nothing but a pair of black briefs on that did no justice in hiding his growing excitement for her. With a low growl he came at her on the bed, his body mounting her as he tucked his head into the softest part of her neck and began to kiss. He drew his long, slick tongue along her creamy flesh as his strong, calloused hands slid along the bare skin of her abdomen. His hands were incredibly warm to the touch as he explored her, memorizing the way her now slightly older and even more feminine curves felt against his own body.<br/><br/><br/>As his hands tugged at her sleeveless blouse, pulling it above her shoulders and allowing the cool air to blow against her skin, he drew his teeth along her neck. With a nip, he suckled the soft, extremely sensitive flesh of her neck into his mouth while his lips ravenously  sucked on her. His hands found purpose once more as the clasp to her bra was released, heralding the appearance of her perfect, porcelain shaded breasts. Cupping them firmly, they molded perfectly into the palms of his hands, and he gave them a firm squeeze, fingers kneading flesh as  his full lips raked her jawline with a bath of hot kisses. The soft pads of his fingers played a staccato waltz along her nipples, tracing each as he felt them harden under his ministrations. He would expect Rinoa to cry out his name as he squeezed each taut peak between his fingers though the lion who is never caught unaware silenced his angel with a deep kiss, burying his tongue inside of her mouth as he pinched her nipples and lovingly caressed her full breasts.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile his own excitement strained at the confines of his briefs to the point he physically ached to release his hardness. Abandoning one of her breasts, he reached for the waistband and pushed them down his legs, kicking them to a far corner of the room. His member shuddered at finally having room to breathe, no longer confined his full length uncurled itself as all of the blood in his body ran to one exact point.<br/><br/><br/>“Rinoa… “<br/><br/><br/>He mouthed through their hot, wet kisses as he finally disengaged himself from her mouth and slipped his tongue free. Dropping to his knees he eyed his angel with a look of raw desire and a wild, feral need that threatened to become unchained. He was very close to teetering over the edge and simply mounting his lioness from behind, taking her violently and not stopping until he spilled all of himself within her. However the small part of himself that still possessed reason wanted to enjoy every second of this with her. To give pleasure to one another as each lost themselves wholly in bringing the other to a simmering, powerful end. He had no disillusions about how good he and his angel were together as lovers.<br/><br/><br/>“Touch me.”<br/><br/><br/>Came more of a command than a request, taking her own soft hands and leading them to his washboard, hard abs. The last time she lay in his bed he was still a boy in some ways. This time a fully grown man with a long, unruly lion's mane that nearly fell to his shoulders and a chiseled, hard body stared hungrily back at her.