<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Sean | <strong>Location:</strong> Couples Suite | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Thea (Mellific)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa284/Shakey_Bones/74f1022a-15b9-480e-bb23-642e47ac7c95.jpg)</div><br/>There were no words that could describe the emotions that coursed through him at her proclamation. Sure, there were some that could touch upon them… but, in truth they would only seem like a drop of water within the vast ocean that surrounded the island they were on. Each descriptive word being nothing more than a feeble attempt to match the overwhelming sensations that her words elicited from him. Her rebuttal of her being the lucky one only validating just how lucky he was to have Thea in his life.<br/><br/>Hearing her confess her love for him was nothing new to him, yet everytime he heard those words leave her mouth it felt like the first time. That short, yet powerful phrase causing his stomache to flip and a lump to form within his throat… a sensation that the bad-boy would never tire of. Something that he had longed to feel for the entirety of his life and a feeling that he had come to cherish more than life itself. This along with the other traits that Thea seemed to be able to coax out of him were the reasons that he had been able to drop his guard, revealing the kindhearted and loveable man beneath the brooding exterior. He felt the compulsion to reply, once again professing his love to her… yet didn't want the words to lose any strength from overuse. Though, in his heart of hearts he knew that nothing could weaken the meaning of the phrase between them.<br/><br/>The feeling of her nails upon the back of his neck were maddening to him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head beneath hooded lids. Only to snap open at the removal of his hat, something that only Thea could get away with… in essence exposing him. His hat was a symbol to him, a shroud that defined him... his security blanket if you will. And while, he would normally complain slightly about the action, he let it slide... the knowledge of their looming union removing any ill feelings that threatened to creep into his mind. In truth, his attachment to his hat was a silly thing… one that even he couldn't fully describe. It was simply one of his ridiculous quirks.<br/><br/>All of that faded into nothingness though, when Thea wrapped her legs around him. Only strengthening his desire for her, to him the action being an expression of her need for him. A subconscious gesture that meant that showed that she wanted to be bound to him… mind, body, and soul. Sean had to force himself not to drive his cock deep into her due to the feeling of her legs around him.<br/><br/>A slight chuckle escaping him as she shook her head at his compliment, her modesty as always touching him deeply. The simple fact that she was so stunning and yet so completely modest, was intoxicating to him. There was just something about her humble nature that acted as kindle to the fire of his heart… there was always something new that he was discovered about her, even after four years spent with her. And in this moment… it was the way her jaw clenched and she repeated those three little words upon a whisper that made his heart swell. A beaming smile gracing his face at the amount of pleasure that he was capable of bringing her.<br/><br/>So, as his cock slowly sank deeper into her… a groan of ecstasy escaped him. Her juicy pussy conforming to his girth to accept him within, the silken walls of her twat convulsing around him… already working on milking him of the seed that he would eventually spill into her depths. The groan ever present upon his lips, a gutteral sound that seemed to vibrate through his entire being. The sound only ceasing when he was fully seated within her… his body locking in that position to revel in the sensation of their union. Unable to control himself, Sean kissed his way from the junction of her shoulder and neck… working his way up and across her cheek until their mouths met once again. His tongue pushing past her lips to seek hers, the cold piercing upon his tongue acting as a contrast to the heat between them.<br/><br/>While their tongues dueled within the expanse of space that couldn't be considered his mouth or hers, his hips began to retract slowly. His cock inching out of her velvety folds, the moist lips grqsping him in an attempt to keep him lodged inside. Though, they had nothing to fear… because as the head of his cock reached her entrance… his hips reversed. Yet again, slowly pushing into her depths… him setting the pace at an agonizing speed, which he would maintain until she begged for a change.