Lucy Martin<br/>Location: Dylan Murphy's bedroom<br/>Tags: Dylan Murphy<br/><br/>It never felt too heavy, his body atop her own. In fact, it felt….right. He was resting against her, and not once did she struggle to breathe. She never every quiver from her tired muscles as she slowly came down from the high he had sent her on. Her breathing labored, at times erratic, was only accentuated by her heart beating rapidly against his chest.  She could feel the tremors racing through her sex. He felt them too. She knew he had to. There was no shame. Why should there be? They had both bared their bodies to each other and enjoyed one another. This was bliss.<br/><br/>Her teeth teased his flesh, not sinking enough to draw blood or a shriek from his mouth. It surprised her how much she enjoyed the gesture, but the look in his eyes showed he was far more surprised than her. She smiled at him faintly, as something else clouded his gaze. It was inviting and exhilarating. Lucy had no idea what was coming, and yet she looked forward to it.<br/><br/>The words came from his lips, and a smile crossed hers’. “My girl,” she whispered as he moved, drawing himself from her. She groaned, more than slightly sore, but it was more than that. There was a void now. She missed him. He was still close, and yet she missed him. His lips were warm against her skin. The kisses left her body sensitive to the air in the room. The cooling sensation was welcomed. Lucy sighed as both the combination of his warm kisses and the cool air swept over her body. He continued to entangle her in a whirlwind by lifting her and carrying her. She knew where they were going. After what they had done, she couldn’t imagine going anywhere else.<br/><br/>They entered the room, and while there was a time when the grandeur would have left in her awe, Lucy couldn’t take her eyes off of him. Tenderly he laid her down on his bed. Her body instantly conformed to the mattress, sinking into the softness. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, only to open them to watch him come to rest atop her. She smiled at him, loving the feel of his fingers through her hair. He was a magnificent man. Soft and tender, and yet he was able to be the man who had just made love to her as well. Something had happened. Something had changed with him as he did so. Lucy didn’t know what it was, but she knew she liked it. The tender side of him was fully in control now as he whispered to her. My girl. She loved those two words. Two ordinary words that when uttered from his lips meant something so much more than they ever had before.  He had shifted his position, touching her now. Lucy heart was racing once more. Grazing her still hard nipples, she felt her breathing hitch as her mouth opened.  Her back grew stiff, and Lucy’s gaze was locked with his. His efforts grew more intense, and her body the felt the effects. Lightening, sparks, electricity jolted from her nipple into her breasts. It happened fast with every pull, every squeeze, every action he showered on her. Lucy’s gasps took on sound. Harder he worked her nipples. They were growing sore and tender, just as her sex was. Soon she was writhing. Still she looked at him. Her gasps became soft cries. Not once did she try to stop him. Her hands never met his. Instead they were by her side, leaving her body open to him.  “Yes,” she responded to him. “I’m..sure. Please,” she said, her tone begging him. “I’m sure.”  It was growing again, the side of him that took over before. To say there was no fear would not be true. Lucy was afraid. She was afraid it wouldn’t feel as good as it had before. As he kissed her, she moved her hands, grabbing his head, holding him close, and losing herself to him once more.