Cap 03

Lenneth went limp with pleasure, feeling tiny aftershocks of it travel a winding course through her body, causing her to shake and shudder orgasmically. Lezard continued to pump into her body, the friction a delicious torture that caused her to moan. She was still sensitive, highly so, feeling as though with each movement of his length, she suffered a mini orgasm.

It made it hard to think, to feel anything else, her body writhing sinuously underneath his. Now more than ever Lenneth longed to embrace him, wanting to press their bodies together and share a passionate kiss. But she knew that would be sheer folly, a disaster of monumental proportions that would betray to the man the feelings she had developed for him.

Lezard was muttering, practically speaking in tongues as he cried out her name, following up beloveds and my precious with ardent proclamations of his love for her. She wanted to answer his endearments with kind words of her own, but knew that though he seemed almost gone to the pleasure now, he would remember what she said later. Remember and tease her, taunt her with the knowledge that she cared for him.

So she remained silent, studying him through half lidded eyes. She lived to watch him, it was the only she could do with some amount of freedom. There was little harm in looking at him, not when he was on top of her, face so close to hers, body blocking out all other sights. Lezard filled her vision, became her whole world, the only thing she wanted to know and experience.

What was it about him she mused, crying out once more. Why did he fascinate her so? Was it nothing more than complacency, the feelings being stirred up by the familiarity of the close contact he insisted upon. It was more than just sex, Lezard maintained his nearness to her at all times, being a constant presence in her life. They talked, they argued, sometimes they even laughed. She went to sleep next to him, and woke up in his arms. His touch was comforting, making her feel safe, protected, and even loved. Though she’d ever admit the last part out loud.

Lenneth could see that everything Lezard did for her, to her, was because of love. It was hard to resist such devotion, hard to remain cold and indifferent in the face of such warm feelings. Little by little he melted the ice around her heart, and lit the flame of passion within her. It wasn’t love that she felt for him, never that. But she did feel a fondness for him, a huge amount of like. If she let it, it wouldn’t be hard for her to let herself go, let it develop into love.

Lenneth hid a frown, shaking her head at that. Something about sex always made her lightheaded, made her consider the impossible where Lezard was concerned. And yet, looking at him now, experiencing the excited flutter of her heart at seeing him above her, she wanted to give in.

His hand was on her face, fingertips caressing as he touched her to get her attention. “What are you thinking Lenneth?” Lezard asked, a moan following up his words. “Where did you go just now?”

Lenneth couldn’t offer him up an answer that would be satisfactory to the both of them, so she merely said nothing. With a low muted growl, Lezard was rearranging her legs, slinging them over his shoulders as he pressed into her, the angle now different, sharper. They moaned together, voices mingled in pleasure.

The sound of his voice was almost enough to bring her once more, his moans sending shivers through her heated body. Lenneth loved his voice, a deep baritone that was sexy and seemed to stroke along her body when he spoke. She wanted to wrap herself around his voice, ready to listen to even the most boring and mundane of conversations so long as she could hear him speak.

“Again…” Lenneth whispered, Lezard looking puzzled at her. “Talk to me…” He was quick to comply, speaking on his love for her, his desires and enjoyment of her body. She sighed happily, listening to him speak with a lazy half smile on her face.

Lezard’s words soon slipped away to harsh pants, his breathing coming quicker now. He looked at her without truly seeing her, hands searching out hers, the man lacing their fingers together. He squeezed her fingers as he came, Lenneth watching his expression become loss to sheer bliss, the dark possessive look fading away as his eyes rolls backwards in his head. His lips parted as he cried out, a hint of blush to his pale cheeks as hard shakes wracked his body.

She could feel him spilling his release inside of her, adding to the heat she felt. With a gasp Lezard was collapsing on top of her, head resting on her bosom. Now more than ever she wanted to touch him, to run her fingers through his matted down hair. Lenneth wondered if he could feel the tremble in her arms as she fought to not touch him, letting him keep on gripping tight hold of her fingers.

A sigh escaped her, and breathing heavily, Lezard slowly raised his head to look at her. A happy grin was on his face, and he leaned forward to kiss her lips. She fought to remain neutral, eagerness fighting to the surface at the touch of his lips. He kissed her breathless, lips curving, molding against her, a hard mashing of soft skin. It was possessive at first, than yielded to gentleness. It was that gentleness that did her in, Lenneth opening her mouth without coaxing from Lezard.

His hands let go of hers, reaching upwards to grip hold of her cheeks. He held her face steady as they kissed, frantic kisses against her mouth. She melted against him, eyes falling close as she enjoyed the taste of his mouth. They kissed each other senseless, to the point Lenneth couldn’t take it anymore. With a muffled cry against his lips, she reached up and grabbed onto his back, hugging herself as close as possible to him, even as she cursed herself a fool.