<div class="floatleft">(http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z69/Neji121/725697-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: Tyson Riggs</strong><br/><strong>Location: Infirmary</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Zitka</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Tyson was more than content with the sights, sounds and sensations of this little trip to the nurses office. With the slow movements of her hips egging him on, he made sure to begin matching her pace. He rested his forehead against her chest slightly, noting how her arms remained held above her head, and kissed along her tender skin. With every oscillation of his hips, his firm hold on her body grew tighter, and his lips traveled without hindrance up her chest, over her collar bone, and up to her neck. Low sounds of pleasure eased from his throat, rippling through her skin. Eventually, he found his lips pressing into the nook just between her neck and chin. He nuzzled into the spot affectionately, smiling against her and reveling in the warmth. When his lips finally left the soft skin, he flipped his hair, once again allowing it to drape all over them. The movements in his hips momentarily ceased and he allowed a hand to slid lower along her back and lift her lower half off of the bed with ease. He was happy to hear her sentiments on it all. He could do what he wanted..she already had him, and her food would be following soon enough "Yes, It's great Zitka, but it'll get better." He smirked, licking her cheek slightly. His hips suddenly feel against her own with great force, and his pace soon took off. He shuttered as the first thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling throughout his body, pleasure that persisted with every thrust from then on out. His shaft slid in and out, in and out, his hips slamming against her.<em>F-Fuck..</em>