Bella Donna Boudreaux loves cooking and murder (poisonwine) wrote in utr_logs,
She groaned softly, kissing him again. "You, my love. Everything you do is so incredible."
Her hands stroked down over his body, shivering a little. It had taken her a little while to get used to his taste in clothing, but she had to admit she'd come to see the advantages of having her lover (fiance!), wear robes all the time.
her hands slid under his clothes, stroking over his skin.