<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Chrisevans.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: M. Vaas (http://URL)<br/><strong>Who: Jen Miles</strong><br/><strong>Where: Somewhere on the trail...</strong><br/><strong>When: Early Morning Exercise</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: A White Tai Chi Uniform, simple black shoes </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Mason saw the glimmer in Jen's eyes as she gripped his hair, leaned closer, and whispered her response. Her breath, hot on his ear, caressed his neck and sent a shiver down his back. He felt her hand travel down the small of his back and into the elastic band of his pants... Mason couldn't contain the powerful need which came to him. Mason knew that they were safe, his thoughts unknowingly echoing her own, in the early morning so deep within this sanctuary of trees... Their cries would only be for each-other to hear. She kissed him and he returned it, feeling her body press against his groin and his growing erection. Mason's demeanor changed, but only subtly; with the confirmation of her desire, her need, he felt emboldened.<br/><br/>His kiss became feverish as he allowed the heat of sexual desire to wash over him... and through him, to her. Mason's hands gripped her buttocks and lifted her bodily into the air, pulling her tightly against him so her powerful thighs could wrap around his waist. Her firm buttocks filled his palms perfectly, and Jen could feel his surging erection through his pants as it pressed against the skin-tight shorts she wore. Nearby, a patch of fine grass caught his notice; a perfect place to find their pleasure. Mason moved his lips down the line of Jen's jaw, his tongue trailing along her flesh, preceeding every kiss. He tasted a hint of chlorine, but it only served to inflame him further. His lips traveled from the line of her jaw and down the side of her throat, lightly kissing and suckling upon her sweet-tasting flesh... seeking, perhaps, to mark her as his conquest.<br/><br/>Moving cautiously, his powerful arms easily holding her weight, he laid Jen gently on her back in the soft grass, following her down and laying atop her. One hand gently massaged her buttocks, aroused by the fit of her shorts... and desiring nothing more than to see them gone, and her sex bare before him. His erection lay between her legs; she could feel his weight and girth as he grinded against her. He wore no underwear beneath his simple uniform.<br/><br/>Mason's other hand roamed free, sliding as gently as a serpent up her ribs to cup her breast. His thumb gently stroked along the nipple which peeked from beneath her top. His lips were buried in her throat, kissing... sucking...nipping at her soft & tender flesh. All thought had been erased from his mind... Lost in the moment, he only sought release and pleasure for them both. His attentions were fueled with a fierce desire for connection and intimacy. He didn't just *Want* her... He *Needed* her.