A gasp escaped his lips as the green woman moved, crawled towards him like a primal predator and sat on him. A faint wave of pleasure, relief, emanated slowly from below his waist as her weight settled on him. He'd fantasized of this many times, those beautiful breasts hanging by his face, that coy smile of hers with just a bit of teeth. What he hadn't pictured was the ferocity in her eyes, or the cadenced grinding of her hips against his. He could never picture it right and to have it now was nearly indescribable. The feeling of joy, pleasure, and tidal rise of lust was something of a molotov cocktail in his head, burning every other thought away, replacing it with a need for Sam's body. Hypnotized by the sensual air that encompassed her, Salvador could only stare with half-closed eyes as Sam's face came inches away from his. He tried to move forward to feel her lips on his but found himself paralyzed as her breath filled his nose. It was a strangely alluring aroma, a mix of the metallic-smelling Dusk goo, the faint wisps of smoke of the cigarette she had smoked right before this whole battle, and a slight tinge of something spiced, almost like cinnamon.<br/><br/>He couldn't get enough of it, greedily inhaling her breath as she spoke of her own need in a sultry voice that somehow turned him on even more, as if she had thrown gasoline on the inferno of desire in his head. Her hand, refreshingly cold against his skin ran down like a river toward his loins and as it passed under the waist of his jeans, he let out a sigh. The words he had before were gone, washed away as she felt her cool fingers wrap around his shaft and gently squeeze. His eyelids quivered as the pleasure seemed to mix with all of the input of his senses. The sight of her, the smell, and the sound was all so erotic to him. As her smile came closer and soon pressed upon his lips, his eyes widened as he finally tasted her. As her tongue entered his mouth and her hand pumped rhythmically in his pants, Salvador could see stars. The pleasure was dizzying, it was intense, it wasn't like anything he had ever experienced and when she pulled away, Salvador couldn't think of anything but wanting more, wanting Sam.<br/><br/>Descending upon his pants, Sam's hands forced his pants open, he could feel her desire in her motions and as his shaft was batted in her attempt he hardened further and was then suddenly freed. The air of the outdoors kissed his loins as his pants were dragged down around his knees and while Sam settled and started to pump his cock with renewed vigor, Salvador kicked off the restraint, sending his jeans away. Meeting her twinkling amethyst eyes as she sexily taunted him, Salvador smirked.<br/><br/>With a sudden burst of motion, Salvador snaked out from under Sam and unbalanced her. Driven by a mix of instinct and training, he rolled the pair of them to the side, flipping their positions. Looking down at her form, Salvador stooped down, his voice an airy whisper in her ear.<br/><br/><span style="color: darkviolet">"I don't want some <i>thing</i>. I want you."</span><br/><br/>Brushing his lips lightly against her pointed ears, a mischevious chuckle left his mouth before he lightly bit her earlobe. Bringing his lips in for a quick kiss before descending on the rest of her body, Salvador whispered to her once more.<br/><span style="color: darkviolet"><br/>
"Get ready."</span><br/><br/>Leaving a trail of kisses from her mouth down to her ample chest, Salvador's dexterous hands went their own ways, his left hand cradling and supporting her body while his right hand took a meandering path toward her thighs. His fingers brushed lightly against the skin of her thighs. Tracing lines and circles in her skin with his nail, he could feel the heat between her legs on his hand. With each errant line, his hand grew ever closer to its destination. Salvador did everything in his power to stimulate Sam's sense of touch. His tongue swirled and spun like a dancer on her nipple, his teeth ground gently against the skin of her breast. Leaving trails of saliva on her chest he'd periodically rear his head up and blow against them, a rush of cold hitting her as his breath hit before his head rotated to loving her neck with nips, half-formed whispers and kisses. His touch was ghostly in its lightness yet purposeful, everything served a purpose.<br/><br/>Finally, his finger touched her slit, laying gently against it before a second finger joined and spread her lips. His thumb and pinky prodded at her thighs, leading them apart as his middle finger settled on her clit and began to rotate with some secret tempo in Salvador's head. With greater speed and greater intensity he rubbed her, before he brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and tasted her juices. With a smile he brought his fingers back down and continued to rub, bringing his body into contact with her, wanting badly to know if he was bringing the pleasure she deserved.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>