<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Karra had never been a patient woman, and now was no different. The moment Tom's shirt was off, she had pressed against him, her lips meeting his once more. One hand held the back of his neck, while her other traveled down his chest, down his chiseled stomach, to the bulge forming in his pants. She cupped him, rubbing her hands against his stifled erection. Gently Karra bit Tom's bottom lip, then soothed the bite with a small swipe of her tongue before letting it entwine with his own. <br/><br/>Pulling away from him some, she began to trail small, gently kisses down his chin making her way down his neck, to his chest. She paused to entertain his small nipples. She gently bit his right one, flicking her tongue over the hardened bud. Tom seemed to be jolted by that--maybe a woman had never done such a thing to him, she mused. She moved on, kisses and small bites being sprinkled all over Tom's person. Eventually she was on her hands and knees, her head level with Tom. She looked at him with a devious smirk, then she straightened, remaining on her knees while her hands swiftly unbuckled Tom's pants. She crawled a little closer to him, one hand slipping in between his body and boxers. It did not take long for her hand to wrap around his impressively erect cock. For a moment she wondered if she would even be able to comfortably have him nestled inside of her. She mentally shook her head, it didn't matter if it was comfortable or not--in fact, a little pain would go a long way for her. She wanted to be owned by him. <br/><br/>As she moved her hand in a stroking motion, she leaned forward some until her lips were close to his ear. She took a moment to suckle his earlobe, before she whispered in his ear--voice husky and wanton, <span style="color: #BF0000">"If I am yours, why don't you prove it?"</span> It was a challenge that she knew he would meet. There was no doubt that she was his, but she wanted him to take her fully--to make it worth all the wait, the frustration. She wanted to feel his suppressed anger and frustration, his desire and yearning, his love and affection. She wanted all of him. <br/><br/>She let her forehead rest on his shoulder as she continued to pump him. Her breaths came out soft, but ragged. Her eyes closed as she listened to Tom's own breathing and groans. Her free hand went to his hair, letting itself tangle into it and scrunching it between her fingers. She clenched and unclenched his hair, alternating between pulling and stroking his rather soft hair.</div>