declarations [[locked to joslire for H&M]]

[prophetepiphany]

Her own scars were forgotten, things she didn't even think about anymore when she was like this with him. Over the past year he'd loved her so much that she never had to wonder or worry about how he felt. She didn't think about what he had to be thinking when his fingers wandered along her back

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[knife_fighter]

Jos moaned with pleasure, back arching. He stroked Laura's head, shoulders, upper back -- whatever he could reach, with fevered hands, and brought muscular but flexible legs up to stroke her legs, hips and bottom.

Silken skin, soft hair, lips, tongue, he was awash in pleasure, completely at her mercy.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire let his kiss and touch tell her that he felt the same.

"Every day, there is reason to love you more." He had his breath back, and kissed her lips, then along her jaw to her neck.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura closed her eyes, running her hands up and down his arms. "Keep kissing me like that," she murmured softly.

[knife_fighter]

He didn't answer in words, but in actions. He kissed her slowly, tenderly, thoroughly, all along the jaw, and neck, along the shoulders.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura seemed to melt right into the pillows, and a slow grin spread across her face. "How'd you get so good at this..." she murmured, the words coming out before she could even think to censor them.

[knife_fighter]

"You inspire me." That was the truth as Joslire saw and felt it right now. There was nothing else. His lips traveled along her collarbone.

[prophetepiphany]

"I'm your muse?" she asked with a sweet smile as her eyes closed again and her fingers ran slowly up and down his back.

[knife_fighter]

"If you are too tired for Goddess duty, then we can settle for muse." He basked in the smile for a moment, and in the touch of her fingers, before returning to the task at hand.

[prophetepiphany]

"Mmm, I've never been a muse before. I wanted to see what it felt like. I think that I absolutely love it. But what's the difference, baby, between how your lips and hands work when I'm your muse and how they work when I'm your goddess?"

[knife_fighter]

"I can get in a little more talking with the muse. With the goddess, it is all worship." He stroked her as he spoke, letting his hands caress where his lips had been.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura couldn't help but laugh a little. "Oh, I see. Well, perhaps I should let my inner goddess shine so that you can worship your heart away."

[knife_fighter]

"Your inner goddess always shines. The worshiper awaits only permission," which she had just graciously granted. So Joslire concentrated entirely on using his hands and mouth to bring pleasure -- being extra gentle on the breasts as he kissed his way down.

He noticed the stretch marks, to him they were beautiful, like the ripples in mother of pearl.

[prophetepiphany]

He didn't have to move far before she was gasping softly in pleasure and trying hard to keep from wriggling on the bed. He always did this to her, made her want to arch and writhe, even as she knew it would keep him from being able to work his magic.

[knife_fighter]

But he did like the little almost-wiggles, they made him humm with pleasure as he explored her belly, her hips, her inner thighs with his lips and tongue, while he stroked her hips.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura gasped and parted her legs for him wantonly, reaching for a pillow so that she could prop herself up to watch him. She loved seeing his face and watching as he seemingly got as much pleasure from this as she did.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire did get pleasure from this. He found her reactions incredibly arousing, he loved the scent and taste of her. He indulged himself in exploring all of those things. Slowly at first, then more quickly.