<div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/4069329/600full-david-gandy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Virgil Matthews<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid-afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Getting down to business<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>night pants and nothing else<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cheyenne<br/><br/>Virgil smiled as she seemed to flush either in embarrassment or arousal, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he would make things work out. Stepping inside, he looked around to make sure that her stove and stuff was off before he leaned in, kissed her slowly on the lips before he reached down and hefted her up over his shoulder.<br/><br/>He ignored her surprised squeal and the questions as he grabbed her keyring off it’s hook by the door then stepped outside with her over his shoulder. Closing and locking the door behind him, he carried her over to his house. Kicking closed the door, he flipped the deadbolt before carrying her further into the house until he was just outside the bedroom.<br/><br/>Setting her down, he noticed the lack of anything on under the dress. Which in it’s own way alternately made things easier and more complicated at the same time. He had always relished in the act of divesting his partners of their clothes before taking them to bed. But he would make it work and still make her first night as pleasurable as he could.<br/><br/>Once she had had a moment to correct her hair, he opened the door and motioned her through to the candle lit bedroom with the light blue comforter covered with rose petals. “Your altar is ready , milady? So should I worship or ravage first?”<br/><br/>“I think I’ll worship.” Said Virgil as he stepped through behind her and closed the door gently before he came up behind her and pulled her hair away from her neck so he could once again kiss along her neck and shoulders, his lips nipping and pulling, occasionally at just the right place Virgil would bite a little bite. Not hard enough to bruise the skin, but just enough to elicit an adventurous spark of pain.<br/><br/>Once he had crossed over the left spaghetti strap about a half dozen times, he grabbed it in his teeth and pulled it to the side before he kissed down across the plane of her shoulderblade to the upper hem of her dress and across over her spine and up along the strap. Kissing, nipping, and biting back along her shoulder, he came up to her ear as he reached up to cup her breasts through the material of her dress and whispered in her ear, “Relax and enjoy this, completely sunshine. I’m going to send you to heaven.”<br/>