The Burning Pt. V
His hair was almost dry.
She shivered as they stepped from the showers
Such pretty pink
Nipples
Smiling slightly, Elan leaned against the wall with hands behind his back. Everything had gone so very well, but she was still--acclimating. Her mind was increasingly fragile.
Obediently
She let him dry her off
Her body quivered as
He brushed her tuft of red hair and
Inner thigh
Adjusting his white dress shirt, Elan leaned forward. He was wearing that same white suit that he had been wearing when he first arrived here. It was a sharp and attractive ensemble.
A few mute words of
Protest
As hand in hand they walked
Naked
To her bedroom
"I have laid out a few pieces of fruit if you are hungry."
She raised her
Arms and he dressed her in a
Soft dressing gown
His own hair was damp and curtained his face. As much as he loved the feeling (taste) of her fluids, he was glad to be clean. That was something that otherwise tasked him.
Her mouth
Opened as he laid
A hand just above the
Cleft of her legs
And delivered on her neck
A sucking kiss