He pulled his shirt from his muscular frame, his pants opened by her hand and he could breathe again as his want was all for her.  He missed herlips on him already.  She was sensuality personified and he simply relished just watching her, he wondered how she would feel dancing on top of him moving those hips seductively as they were together.  He would do his best to make her scream and not hurt her just let her take him, if she asked for him in turn he would but would be focused on not hurting her, he couldn't afford to let go but it would nice to feel her upon him and hear her try to say...'harder.'<br/><br/>"I want to rain them upon you too."  He looked her not sure if she was serious, but any woman he was with, he treated like a queen.  Which was why it was so incredible that he had been accused of rape and sent to jail for it.  He was never like that with a woman, mostly because he wanted them to come back.  Few ever left him since he was rather endowed but mostly because he cherished the women he was with.  He moved in front of her and pulled her roughly at first into a very sensual and wanton kiss.  It was hot and hungry as if he hadn't seen his lover for a few months after a war or being away and he wanted to make up for lost time his tongue parted her lips and pulled hers into a dual that he had been wanting for some time, the feel of her soft lips against his own as his hands moved to open the buttons of her shirt.  He broke the kiss to kiss her where the clothes had been covering.  Kissing her with each button he removed.  He was at her waist when he turned her around kissing her shoulders as he pulled the blouse off and it hit the floor.  His dark fingers caressing her mocha skin.