<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari smiled on her teasing comments and he decided to join the teasing game. He could have said what he hoped for, that he wanted to bury himself deep in her, wanted to hear her moans and her cries when she came and the wanted to show her that she was his wife. But he could play it down too. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, no. I just wanted to adore your body in the morning light, see how the red sun puts your hair on fire, see those tiny little fuzzy hairs shimmer in the soft light. It's the only time I can see that in such a perfect light condition, so I simply had to wake you up now. Of course now that I can watch you, you can sleep one more hour."</span><br/><br/>His hand glided slowly over her back she had turned to him and over her round butt. His finger slipped into the crease and returned to the top. Then he moved it to the front, cupping her breasts. His mouth was next to her ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Wish you sweet dreams, honey. You are right, it was not fair to wake you up so early, my love."</span></div>