<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Garnet was powerless against the Lamia's touches and nibbles upon her breasts and neck.  He was intoxicating, absolutely intoxicating, though it helped she was slightly corrupted by those damn incubi from earlier that day, otherwise she wouldn't be where she was then.  She didn't make it a habit of hopping into bed with just anyone, but as it had been stated before, Garnet wasn't in her right mind entirely to begin with that night as she moaned and gasped, shivering in pleasure as her sex became sopping wet.  Her lacy black bra was the only thing left in the way of Romeo's heavy hands, though her nipples were poking through the material just enough to leave impressions where they were, only adding to the whole experience as he continued to knead and massage her mounds.  It was maddening, and the cop wanted more as she finally broke away with a growl, turning about in his lap so she was able to kiss him upon the lips deeply, her hands going to his face before sliding down slowly, helping him out of his own clothing and running her lips across every inch of exposed flesh.<br/><br/>Once the man's shirt was removed, Garnet stopped at the waistband of his pants, loosening it considerably before going back to where she had been, letting her bra fall next to her uniform before getting comfy again.  A hand slid down into his pants however as she situated herself to be continuously ravaged as Romeo saw fit, but she was going to return the favor as she grabbed a hold of his cock in her slender fingers, stroking it roughly back and forth without ever pulling it free....yet.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center">(http://i843.photobucket.com/albums/zz360/aia_taino/romeostarter.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Romeo &amp; Andreas</span></strong></div><br/>Garnet moved, resettling herself upon his lap, facing him. Her soft hands cupped his face and her velvet, warm mouth was upon his own. He tasted of her again and kissed her with a wanton desire, and feverish lust. The Lamia was certain of his control, though he knew the vampiric drow was in lack there of.. he was certain given any other circumstances, she would have been a little more reserved. With a sly little grin, he watched as she unfastened the buttons upon his shirt. Her mouth flanking the motions. Grazing across his smooth, warm skin.<br/><br/>Every inch of him was burning to the touch, his breed simply oozed warmth, power, and control. Their pheramones alone were enough to drive a woman crazy, but he was resisting the urge to tempt her so.. he wanted this to happen upon her own accord. He would not fall, for something gone wrong. The lithe little woman moved upon him lower, stopping at the waist band of his jeans, and loosened the hem considerably but left him contained. She then repositioned herself once more, and those multifacetted eyes watched her with curiousity, as the black lace bra was then removed and tossed aside with the remainder of her clothing. The corner of his mouth quirked just a little higher.<br/><br/>Hot, heavy hands returned to her ample breasts, though his motions froze, and an unexpected, startled groan escaped his lips, as her warm, small hand encompassed his member, and she began to firmly stroke her palm against the length of his cock. All without removing him from his pants, and maintaining her exposed position. He groaned lowly, and the sound rumbled in his chest, rolling into a dominant growl. He gave a slow, rolling buck of his hips into her hand, and grasped her breasts firmly. Rolling her nipples beneath his thumbs, lowering his lips upon the right swell and sucking the pert, little nub between his lips. Flicking his tongue over the peak, he allowed his teeth to grind down against it and give a little tug. His left hand slid down along her ribs, to her hip and then around to her ass.<br/><br/>Over the voluptuous swell his hand grazed, then dipped down between her cheeks and further between her thighs, pressing her body a bit closer to his own, as his hand cupped along her soaked slit. His middle finger tracing along the line over the fabric of her panties. Teasing the damp, tender, swollen lips. Her scent permeated through out the room, and he was once again intoxicated by it.<br/>