John's laugh is soft an infectious, fingers falling away from the half-solved puzzle of her dress. He picks her up with little effort, he's no hercules, but carrying a woman from one room to another isn't as hard as one would think, especially when one is "properly motivated".
She makes a soft, suprised sound that has him laughing again and kissing her cheeks, murmuring soft words of adoration as he carries her into the darkened bedroom. The interior lights are dialed down low, the ones near the ceiling, rimming the room cast a soft yellow glow across everything. Someone has piled the pillows up at the four corners of the bed, apparently so they have their choice of directions. He made a mental note to have a heart-to-heart with Lt. Cadman.
He deposits his precious burden down at the foot of the bed, settling her onto her feet, facing away from him. He nuzzles close, the open sides of his white shirt brushing her arms. "now, you were saying.....something about privates...I think I'm getting the hang of this disrobing thing.."
He begins to unlace the back of her gown, his cheek still pressed against hers from behind. Slowly, as more skin is revealed, he slides his lips over the angular curve of her shoulder, down her shoulder blade to the hollow of her back. With lips and tongue and soft puffs of breath, John worships each inch of skin revealed, the pale and unmarked, the tattooed, and everything inbetween.
John carries her into the dim room and sets her down, standing behind her. He unlaces the gown, smoothly and surely, his mouth tracing a path down her back. She hums tunelessly in pleasure as she toes off the flat shoes and pulls the flowers from her hair. Those, she gathers in one hand and holds the front of her gown up with the other as her hair tumbles down further around her face. Rae turns around, not knowing that she looks halfway from innocent to debauched with the flowers and loose dress barely on. She smiles and moves to set the flowers aside on a chair. It's vaguely nervously, her free hand moving to his neck and sweeping under his collar to ease the shirt off over his arms. Rae smiles at the white undershirt he wears. It's a tshirt style, not the tanks that Radek prefers.
"Goodness, with four husbands, I'll never run out of shirts to sleep in." She watches him grin as he toes off his own shoes and socks, setting the polished black leather aside out of habit. A quick practiced tug at the belt has him slipping off the sharp blue pants and folding them over the back of the chair. She remembers to inhale as she lets the dress drop to puddle in a heavy fall of white fabric at her feet. A gift from her dear friend Katie is apparently appreciated as John sees her in a lacy white bra and panties barely there. But his eyes widen as he takes in the slender garter belt that holds up the sheer white stockings. Rae blushes under his scrutiny. How can she still blush, especially now? The heat fills her face as she watches him tug off the undershirt...
He almost wants to keep her this way, the soft tumble of curls around her face, the gauzy gown half-clinging to her shoulders, revealing tantalizing bits of skin--it sends a near-painful jolt of desire though him to see her this way, playing the unspoiled innocent, somehow devilishly aware of her own allure, girlish and absolutely womanly at the same time.
Her fingers at his nape are a searing brand, marking him as hers, giving him no choice but to bend to her will, kiss her full lips, pay homage to the perfect image she paints. The starched fabric slides away and down, tossed into the corner with a practiced flick of his fingers. The belt slides through the loops in his slacks with a soft slither as he watches the dress cling to her curves as it ghosts it's way down her body, teasing John, showing him all the most beautiful places to kiss and lick.
He nearly loses himself at the sight of her in a garter and stockings, an image in direct juxtaposition to the one she'd presented moments before--the sex goddess revealed, stepping from the vestments of the blushing maiden. Her breasts rise and fall above the bra's lacy cups, full and inviting, painted in the soft half-light of the room. He's shirtless before he realizes it, an instinctual motion borne of his desperate desire to feel that warm skin, that silk and lace against his chest and abdomen. He slides forward a half-step, breathing in deeply for the first time, taking her scent from the air, all sweet floral and musk, desire incarnate.
She is his, he realizes after a moment, his wife--to lie with and love and touch as much as he wishes--to kiss and adore and worship day and night. He's never been tentative in the bedroom, never shy or afraid--but his fingers reaching out to cup her cheek are as close as he's ever come to being uncertain, his touch reverent in the extreme. There will be no Radek here tonight between them, no second husband, or third or fourth, no one to concentrate on but her....she is his tonight.
John bends, hesitates a breath away from her lips, just breathing her in, tasting the air around her, learning the way she smells and feels before even touching her. "perfect", he breathes..., and caresses her lips with his.."beautiful"...he murmurs, ducking his head again to barely touch her lips. ....."mine"... slips from between his lips as he finally gives her a proper kiss, deep and toe-curling, his hands dropping to her waist to slide along the upper edge of the garter belt, teasing her sensitive skin.
John's eyes are adoring. Not worshipful, like Radek's, but adoring nonetheless. It different since there's no sense of deity, more a sense of *her* actually being what's precious. Somehow, his adoring look gains a hint of possessiveness she's only ever seen for Radek and Atlantis. His hand cups her face as if amazed she's there. His breath ghosts over her lips from millimeters away. Rae's about to cry from the beauty of it all when his last kiss slides its way into her soul. His hands are hot on her waist as their tongues wrap around each other, learning this new joined dance of mating. her smile and soft giggle breaks the kis as his sliding hands touches off a tickle on her side. Her twist away from the tickle is open and unconscious as she laughs.
Keeping the smile, Rae takes John's hands and slowly leads him as she backs up to the bed. She moves her legs to kneel on the edge of it and runs her hands up his chest as he steps in. Her bright bird shivers as he feels he fingertips brush over his nipples, followed by her hot little mouth on one of them. Rae's always wondered about male nipples, but she and Radek never seem to get around to that. She nips at him lightly, then soothes it with little kitten licks. Smiling like the fox of her nickname, Rae pulls back and eases up the bed, grabbing several of the pillows on the way. She shoves them behnd her and rests on her elbows, one knee up and moving teasingly. The stocking over her foot whispers against the coverlet as it slightly moves in the quiet room.
John hardly wants to release her as she pulls back, air tingling across the nipple she'd been laving with her sweet, clever tongue. He and his male lovers nipped, bit, licked eachother's nipples of course--but in a far more cursory way--under Rae's mouth his oft-ignored chest tingled with new sensation. He was still stunned by the sight of her silk-clad and devestatingly gorgeous, climbing into bed before him.
He stands at the foot of the bed a moment, watching her recline, spread her body before him, a feast for the senses--touch, her taste still on his lips, her scent clinging to his skin already. The soft rustle of her silk-clad legs together is something he'd never thought on, really--the sound of nylon and silk over soft skin--the teasing whisper it made. The sound worries it's way into his head, crawls down his spine, lighting a fire in it's path. The warmth spreads, and before he knows what he's doing, Rae's bright and shining bird is on his knees at her feet, his cheek pressed against the angular arch of her ankle.
He glances up her body, hardly able to spare a moment away from the soft slither of silk against his skin. A lock of dark hair falls over his forehead and his lust-clouded eyes clear for a moment--he gives her a slow, wicked grin and bends to lick at the curve of her ankle, tasting the sweetness of her skin beneath the rasp of silk.
"mmmh...sweetheart, wife.....love.....promise me you'll keep these on tonight?"
He continues his slow trek up her body, wriggling from his slacks before sprawling between her legs, paying particular homage to the achingly sweet curve just behind her knee. John works his way up her body until he comes to the lacy top of the hose--tongue flat, he licks the line between silk and silken skin, murmuring his appreciation, the whisper-soft brush of her knee against his abdomen sending a hard jolt of electric pleasure straight to his cock. He wants that sensation against his length, wants to compare it to the soft inside of her thigh, the slick slip of her inner lips against him, the achingly tight wet silk deep inside her. He chuckles softly against her thigh, feminine musk and arousal teasing his nostrils.
She makes a soft, suprised sound that has him laughing again and kissing her cheeks, murmuring soft words of adoration as he carries her into the darkened bedroom. The interior lights are dialed down low, the ones near the ceiling, rimming the room cast a soft yellow glow across everything. Someone has piled the pillows up at the four corners of the bed, apparently so they have their choice of directions. He made a mental note to have a heart-to-heart with Lt. Cadman.
He deposits his precious burden down at the foot of the bed, settling her onto her feet, facing away from him. He nuzzles close, the open sides of his white shirt brushing her arms. "now, you were saying.....something about privates...I think I'm getting the hang of this disrobing thing.."
He begins to unlace the back of her gown, his cheek still pressed against hers from behind. Slowly, as more skin is revealed, he slides his lips over the angular curve of her shoulder, down her shoulder blade to the hollow of her back. With lips and tongue and soft puffs of breath, John worships each inch of skin revealed, the pale and unmarked, the tattooed, and everything inbetween.
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"Goodness, with four husbands, I'll never run out of shirts to sleep in." She watches him grin as he toes off his own shoes and socks, setting the polished black leather aside out of habit. A quick practiced tug at the belt has him slipping off the sharp blue pants and folding them over the back of the chair. She remembers to inhale as she lets the dress drop to puddle in a heavy fall of white fabric at her feet. A gift from her dear friend Katie is apparently appreciated as John sees her in a lacy white bra and panties barely there. But his eyes widen as he takes in the slender garter belt that holds up the sheer white stockings. Rae blushes under his scrutiny. How can she still blush, especially now? The heat fills her face as she watches him tug off the undershirt...
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Her fingers at his nape are a searing brand, marking him as hers, giving him no choice but to bend to her will, kiss her full lips, pay homage to the perfect image she paints. The starched fabric slides away and down, tossed into the corner with a practiced flick of his fingers. The belt slides through the loops in his slacks with a soft slither as he watches the dress cling to her curves as it ghosts it's way down her body, teasing John, showing him all the most beautiful places to kiss and lick.
He nearly loses himself at the sight of her in a garter and stockings, an image in direct juxtaposition to the one she'd presented moments before--the sex goddess revealed, stepping from the vestments of the blushing maiden. Her breasts rise and fall above the bra's lacy cups, full and inviting, painted in the soft half-light of the room. He's shirtless before he realizes it, an instinctual motion borne of his desperate desire to feel that warm skin, that silk and lace against his chest and abdomen. He slides forward a half-step, breathing in deeply for the first time, taking her scent from the air, all sweet floral and musk, desire incarnate.
She is his, he realizes after a moment, his wife--to lie with and love and touch as much as he wishes--to kiss and adore and worship day and night. He's never been tentative in the bedroom, never shy or afraid--but his fingers reaching out to cup her cheek are as close as he's ever come to being uncertain, his touch reverent in the extreme. There will be no Radek here tonight between them, no second husband, or third or fourth, no one to concentrate on but her....she is his tonight.
John bends, hesitates a breath away from her lips, just breathing her in, tasting the air around her, learning the way she smells and feels before even touching her.
"perfect", he breathes..., and caresses her lips with his.."beautiful"...he murmurs, ducking his head again to barely touch her lips. ....."mine"... slips from between his lips as he finally gives her a proper kiss, deep and toe-curling, his hands dropping to her waist to slide along the upper edge of the garter belt, teasing her sensitive skin.
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Keeping the smile, Rae takes John's hands and slowly leads him as she backs up to the bed. She moves her legs to kneel on the edge of it and runs her hands up his chest as he steps in. Her bright bird shivers as he feels he fingertips brush over his nipples, followed by her hot little mouth on one of them. Rae's always wondered about male nipples, but she and Radek never seem to get around to that. She nips at him lightly, then soothes it with little kitten licks. Smiling like the fox of her nickname, Rae pulls back and eases up the bed, grabbing several of the pillows on the way. She shoves them behnd her and rests on her elbows, one knee up and moving teasingly. The stocking over her foot whispers against the coverlet as it slightly moves in the quiet room.
"Yours."
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He stands at the foot of the bed a moment, watching her recline, spread her body before him, a feast for the senses--touch, her taste still on his lips, her scent clinging to his skin already. The soft rustle of her silk-clad legs together is something he'd never thought on, really--the sound of nylon and silk over soft skin--the teasing whisper it made. The sound worries it's way into his head, crawls down his spine, lighting a fire in it's path. The warmth spreads, and before he knows what he's doing, Rae's bright and shining bird is on his knees at her feet, his cheek pressed against the angular arch of her ankle.
He glances up her body, hardly able to spare a moment away from the soft slither of silk against his skin. A lock of dark hair falls over his forehead and his lust-clouded eyes clear for a moment--he gives her a slow, wicked grin and bends to lick at the curve of her ankle, tasting the sweetness of her skin beneath the rasp of silk.
"mmmh...sweetheart, wife.....love.....promise me you'll keep these on tonight?"
He continues his slow trek up her body, wriggling from his slacks before sprawling between her legs, paying particular homage to the achingly sweet curve just behind her knee. John works his way up her body until he comes to the lacy top of the hose--tongue flat, he licks the line between silk and silken skin, murmuring his appreciation, the whisper-soft brush of her knee against his abdomen sending a hard jolt of electric pleasure straight to his cock. He wants that sensation against his length, wants to compare it to the soft inside of her thigh, the slick slip of her inner lips against him, the achingly tight wet silk deep inside her. He chuckles softly against her thigh, feminine musk and arousal teasing his nostrils.
"baby, I think we just found a new kink...."
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