<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> When his mouth reached her stomach he gently ran his lips along her flesh scraping it with the soft flesh of his lips, he wanted to tease her and at the same time deny himself for the moment, allowing the anticipation to build up before his teeth came to bear and he would bite lightly at the taunt firm stomach. Of course whether he allowed things to go as his mind planned was not yet known to him yet, his first action instead was to gently snake his tongue out lapping at lightly. His mouth kissing softly before each stroke of his tongue. His hands held her firmly but she could feel him shake each time his tongue ran along her, as he fought off the notion of being more rough. He sucked on her flesh once more, this time sucking harder as he knew that he wouldn't allow himself to go  down further so best not to hold that back.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Esmeralda</em></span></strong></div><br/>With each lewd stroke of his tongue, and brush of his lips she felt the warmth flourish over her flesh and felt her body tremble in his hands. Where he was denying himself, he was denying Esmeralda too, that pleasure her body so desired. That ache he so refused. She let her hands stroke over his head and brace against the back of his neck, encouraging the graze of teeth, the stroke of tongue, and lips against her flesh. She felt his hands shake, his strain against his urges. How she could feel the things he wished to do, and like Esmeralda, she did what she would normally do. Her voice snaked forth, like silk against his ears, almost mesmerizing, hypnotizing. "Stop.. holding back.."