<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=21391.msg832187#msg832187">Quote from: shadowheart on 25-09-2008, 03:04:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She groans softly, eyes closing tightly, as her back arches very slightly.  She trembles with the anticipation of the moment, feeling his manhood just barely touching her, prepared to slide in.<br/><br/>She moans as she feels him press forward, his member meeting no resistance as it slides into her wet, tight sex.  He is perhaps surprised with the evidence that she is not a virgin, but her tightness is also evidence against her being too free with the gift of her sexuality.<br/><br/>She gasps to feel his hips grinding into hers, and she presses back against him eagerly, as her lips reach up to his, parted in invitation.  Her tongue wraps around, teases, his.  His fingers running down her arms raise little goosebumps as they go, until they find her nipples hardening under his palms.  She moans again softly into his mouth, and her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her responses seem to be just what he was waiting for, and he begins thrusting faster and kneading her breasts.  He starts taking longer strokes in and out of her passage, his movements slower and gentler at first, then faster and eventually harder.  Meredith can feel him exploring the range of manipulation he can produce by handling her breasts, his fingers finding her protruding nipples and brushing them gently.  He reads her responses like a book, though, and the urgency of her kiss tells him to be more firm.  Zemok's fingers are soon more forceful, squeezing her breasts and her nipples harder, giving her more sensation than before.  His movements are passionate, urgent, but in a way calculated.  He takes his cues from the movements of her body and either matches the dance step for step or pushes it along faster.<br/><br/>His kisses become fiercer, nearly ferocious, and before too long the headboard is slamming against the wall with metronomic regularity.  His skin is baking hot against her, sweat soaking his body and the sheets as he seems to hold nothing back.  It's clear that as fast and as completely as they've come together, it's in his nature to want more.