Alex felt as if the desire in him would burn him up. It was obvious that Virginia felt the same way as she clung to him, her hands moving along the tattoos that were normally hidden from her eyes and fingers. His lips, tongue and teeth worked at her sensitive nipple, drawing sounds from her lips he had only dreamed about before. He wanted, no needed to go slow, but the years of denial, and his own desire for the beautiful blonde beneath him was making him loose his focus. And those sounds, those beautiful, perfect sounds falling from her lips as he switched to her other nipple, it was doing very little to make him slow down or think clearly.
His concentration on the shield spell was slipping, but it was testament to Vance's work on the charm around his wrist that continued to shield the young man as he could only think about his girlfriend, the heat of her skin, her scent and how beautiful she looked with her eyes closed, lips parted as she moaned and sighed as he peered up at her with her nipple in his mouth, tonguing the sensitive peak. His free hand slid down her side, caressing that smooth hourglass figure and heated skin, before tracing along her flat stomach and teasing along her hipbone.
Slow. He needed to slow down, or he was going to have to reverse his previous plan of making love to her and THEN fucking her. As he came up for air, his eyes full of burning desire for Virginia, he breathlessly kissed her. Her fingers were teasing along his waistband, and once she dipped a little lower she would find he was completely at attention for her.
"I don't think I can do slow Virginia," he whispered against her lips. "I want you so much." One hand smoothed her hair from her forehead, both of them were starting to get a little sweaty from the heat of their burning skin. His other hand slid down into the tight legging she wore, to find the center of her heat between her legs. His clever guitarist fingers brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves there. She was already perfectly wet and ready for him. Groaning against her lips with heavy need, Alex kissed her as he slipped a finger into her moist heat and found an easy rhythm with his fingers, brushing his thumb along that sweet spot as he did so.
Alex kissed her as if she was the very air he needed to survive. And maybe she was. She was his and he was hers, there wasn't a thought of anyone else in the world, but the woman beneath him, making such beautiful sounds against his lips.