Squall felt what seemed like electricity coarsing through his body as Rinoa laid her soft, silky fingers to his washboard chest. The lower she slid her hands, the more wild his eyes became as desire ached to be released from his loins. When he felt her take his member into her feathered touch, he was unable to hold back from letting out a low guttural moan in anticipation.<br/><br/>"Unnngh." Came another note of pleasure as he felt her fingers slide along the underside of his shaft. Her soft strokes had him nearly panting as he responded to her touch by thickening to his full size. Feeling absolutely engorged, his cock throbbed between her fingers as almost every drop of blood in his body had the crown of his member absolutely swollen.<br/><br/>He growled suddenly as his hands firmly took hold of his angel by her long raven locks. With two fistfuls of her hair, he pulled her face towards the point of no return. He absolutely ached to be seated within her mouth and feel her pleasure him the way no one else ever could. Simply the thought of slipping into her mouth as her nails raked his thighs was a fantasy so seared into his brain that it would make him throb.<br/><br/>Memories began to return to him as he couldn't help but recall how blindingly passionate they became once they broke the seal of their sexual desire for one another. He was unable to repress a longing in his heart as he recalled the late nights in his dorm, a maelstrom of their clothing on the floor, and her dog Angelo hiding in the other room pretending he didn't know what they were doing. Squall loved how Rinoa coaxed that fierce,  dominant side of her lion out of him until he would growl and pin her up against the nearest piece of furniture. At the absolute peak of fitness, he would ravish her for hours having built his stamina up to monstrous proportions.<br/><br/>If they could ever have that again Squall didn't know. Much time had passed and many of the same old problems still remained. He was still the commander of SeeD, and she the Sorceress he was oath bound to protect unless she lost control.... and then the world expected he and his mercenaries to put her down like a dog.<br/><br/>He was doing it again. In typical Squall like fashion he could over think any situation, even one that was about to involve the love of his life, his angel engulfing his member into the sweet embrace of her mouth. He refused to play along any longer. He had dreamt of this moment and he wouldn't let his own brooding nature rob him of the precious gift she was about to give him. So Squall did something selfish, something he wanted more than anything. He pushed his hips forward until he felt her lips sliding down his thick shaft and his thick, mushroom shaped crown sliding down her tongue.