Lyrica & Devon | AFTER MIDNIGHT
He could never get used to the way it felt to kiss her. To hold her close to his body and feel her curves against his frame. He would do anything to make sure he didn't fuck this up. He didn't want to go back to not being able to touch her, to feel the overwhelming emotion that came with having her in his arms and feeling her lips. Not to mention the way she looked at him when their lips parted. He smiled softly at her as he scooped her up into his arms. Seemed like that gym time Romeo had convinced him was important was paying off, he thought completely discounting the fact that he was a shifter and naturally strong enough to carry Lyrica's lighter frame.
He was literally praising himself for his perfectly romantic and manly handling of her desires. It was literally just like a romance movie. At least until he got insides. Fuck.... Where was her bedroom? Maybe he should have gotten the FULL tour before they got distracted... Lyrica giggled in his arms and pointed him in the direction.
There we go! back to the romantic actions! He thought as he whisked her off to the bedroom. Of course, he couldn't stay romantic for TOO long. The view in the bedroom was holy distracting and it took a moment before her soft kisses brought back his focus. he could really curse his attention span sometimes. Think Romantic, he chastised himself as he moved to the bed and spread her out on the blanket. The need to chastise himself was gone as his eyes moved over her. She was honestly the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
He grinned softly as she shifted enough to slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders. His eyes racked over her every curve. He could practically feel what it felt like to actually touch her as his eyes moved over her. there was no hesitation as she reached for him.
he kicked off his own shoes with ease as he moved to lean over her. His hands were gentle as he brushed her hair away from her face and then caressed the curve of her cheek, the smooth skin of her neck, the perfect shape of her shoulder. He slowly let his hands slide along her waist and hips before he finally leaned closer to her. But he didn't capture her lips again. Instead, he kissed the curve of her neck and let his lips explore the soft lines of her shoulder, memorizing every nuance of her skin.
"I don't think there are words to describe who beautiful you are." he murmured softly as he continued to explore her skin.