<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/95fd6679e62e690437e65aca4b07a11f/tumblr_oogroqpARU1tppytvo1_540.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Psyche Makropoulos (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13127525#msg13127525)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>The Heart Desires<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Nicholas Carlton<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Kisses like fiery drops from a molten waterfall landed on her skin and left it ablaze in the wake of their passing.  Just enough stubble to make the scratches at the periphery of them heightened the sensation and Psyche trailed her fingers through Nicholas' dark, luxuriously thick hair to reward and guide him and his mouth's delicious work.  Raising her head just enough to watch him for a moment as he paid devotion to her arm, working a line of kisses down it and towards her wrist and palm, Psyche's serene blue eyes were anything but as her own passion, the eternally youthful and almost anxious virgin passion, rose in her body and she struggled to keep control of herself.  No sign of it showed in her body, quite unlike the obvious twitches and hard bulges of muscle as<br/>Nicholas fought with his own body against the desire she'd evoked in him.  "Yes," she said, voice husky with praise, "right there.  On my wrist.  Use your tongue an-"  A cry did escape her then, young and sharp-edged with passion she'd never felt before intensity as Nicholas caught her cue and gave Psyche what she craved, his tongue licking and tapping in perfect counterpoint to her pulse, driving the blood back into her heart and carrying with it the promise of his body atop hers.<br/><br/>Almost, almost she gave in wanting to surrender herself to the passions and control of another as she did every other night, as she had always in a vain attempt to rekindle the feeling of her beloved taking her and teaching her the pleasure a woman should know.  It showed in the shaky way her fingers trembled in his hair, in how her tummy muscles clenched and she drew up as if to curl around him.  Almost she gave herself to Nicholas before the barest edge of her need for something different, her professionalism in making him happy, whipcracked across her heart and head like a switch on the bottom and she laughed, voice husky and delighted.<br/><br/>"No, I'm not that easy and we will not be turning the tables tonight, darling man," she said and sat up, casually pushing him back with a palm against his chest.  Psyche stood, not quite towering over him but standing above him as a goddess did to those who would worship her, promising that the temple would be her body if he showed sensual supplication.  Holding out her hand, palm down, she waited until Nicholas took it then used light pressure to signal him to rise.  Now he was tall, not quite towering but a good head taller and she'd been unusually tall for a woman in her era.  Height had nothing to do with power though, and even though she could fit herself under his arm, head just under his jaw, Psyche didn't feel dwarfed or lesser, only pleased at the size of him and his muscled body and his not quite perfectly beautiful but roughly handsome face.  He was a man, not a vain parody of one, and the fact that he'd surrendered tonight's pleasures to her only showcased his confidence.<br/><br/>"Come," she said, taking him by the hand and leading him off, but not to the bedroom where they would wind up, but to a stopping place along the way.<br/><br/>They needed some things for the evening's fun.<br/><br/><========= Moving to Madame's Delights (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266117.0)