Exton

The four block walk to her apartment felt like a stroll through another world. The streets were quiet, even though both Tannr and Tori knew it was because of the patrols. A couple of Tori's kids were hanging out at the tables in front of the Gallery. They were messing around, like most teens, but Tori knew they didn't miss anything.

Pausing under a street light, Tori leans against Tannr for a moment. He seems surprised and she grins. She presses a kiss to the edge of his lips and entwines her fingers with his. She smiles, winging their hands a little as they walk the last block to her place. All night Tannr has seemed to be a bit bemused, as if seeing her in something from his homeland has stirred lost feelings.

She can feel the heat of his gaze on the sway of her hips as they mount the stairs to her apartment. The skirts accent her movements in a way her tight pants never did. For some reason, that turns her on, as does his restraint. Slipping into the darkness of her apartment, Tori closes her eyes for just a moment. Tannr's arms slide around her from behind as he pushes the door softly closed with his foot.

His lips trace along the bare flesh of her neck, just below the edge of her short cropped hair. She shivers as he rubs his check along her neck, the small amount of stubble rasping gently. She shivers again and Tannr asks if she is cold. Tori can't answer, only wets her lips and shakes her head, pressing back against his hard body. Tonight, she feels different, softer, and plans to explore it.

His hands roam, sliding up to cup and caress her breasts, dancing over her hips, tugging her back to feel just how hard he has become. She rolls her hips, arching under his touch. Both moan, almost as one. Tannr's fingers trace the ties, tugging the bow free. The loose ties slip from her waist, freeing the tabard apron. Strong hands slide under the front panel, pulling her closer. His breathing is getting heavier, just letting his hands tease and touch. Tori's is coming is soft pants as he cups her mound, finding nothing but the thin sheath dress between his fingers and the damp heat of her arousal.

Holding her against him, Tannr whispers in her ear. "I want to make love to you in this dress." She can say nothing, nothing... The idea triggers something even deeper and her knees buckle. Tannr's chuckle rumbles through her and she pushes against his hand eagerly.

The sheer linen glides sensually over her nipples as Tannr lifts the apron off her. Taking her hand, he leads her to the bedroom. Her hands begin to explore his stomach, chest, slowly moving the tunic upwards to bare his body to her eyes. As he tugs the clothing over his head, she slides her hand along his cheek, bringing his gaze to hers. She licks her lips, feeling vulnerable as he gently moves her back.

His gaze roams slowly down her body, eyes smouldering as the light coming through the window silhouettes her lean body. He leans in, copper hair slipping over his bare shoulders as his lips brush hers, then travel downward. They brush her chin, caressing a whispered line along her throat, until he licks lightly over her pounding pulse. Her knees tremble and Tannr cups a breast squeezing lightly. Small kisses trail downward, following the valley between her taut breasts. Very gently he breathes through the fabric, making her shudder as the warmth tightens her nipple and heats her blood. When his teeth scrape over her aching points, she yelps and nearly falls.

His arms are suddenly around her, lifting, as Tannr sweeps Tori off her feet. It is almost slow motion as he lays her on her bed, smoothing the dress, barely touching, yet just enough that the teasing is accented with the movement of the cloth. Tori watches as he kisses her body, pressing his lips to the cloth and breathing gently. It is driving her crazy, and she forces herself not to try to rush him. Tannr senses the rising tension and smiles. He blows her a kiss and places his mouth into the V of her thighs. His tongue rasps over the linen, his tongue thrusting, forcing the cloth tight into her slit. His teeth scrape over her excited button and Tori arches, screaming.

Kissing upwards, Tannr rubs lightly, teasing her with the wet fabric, letting it sheathe his finger as he explores deeper. Another finger joins the first, widening her, raising her sensitivity. When her hands slide down to his, he captures them in one hand, raising them above her head as he rises above her. Leaning over her, he tugs open the front of his leggings, freeing himself. A soft whimper of need escapes her in a sigh as he raises the front of the dress. Tannr releases her hands, using his now free hand to brace himself on the bed as he guides himself against her slit. Tori raises her hips, reaching down to help him. The minute her fingertips touch, he groans, pressing harder into her wetness.

Tori whimpers, trying to lift higher as Tannr controls the pace. There is a moment when he pauses and Tori nearly cries. His final plunge slams deep. He moans as she writhes beneath him, slowly pulling outward. Her muscles contract, squeezing him and Tannr pushes back in slowly. Tori's legs slide along his, ankles crossing as her strong thighs tremble against Tannr's lean hips. He braces himself above her, resisting her frantic urgings, and rolls his hips, changing the feeling of his cock sliding into her depths. Her nails scrape as she grips at his arms. Head back, eyes blazing, Tori hits another peak, shattering around him.

Tannr stills, struggling to control his own need. His breath comes in measured pants and he leans over her on trembling arms. Tori's legs entwine with his and she suddenly rolls, coming out on top, Tannr still sheathed deep in her tight channel.

She reaches back, tugging the skirt out over them so it covers their legs, yet allows her the freedom to ride him. She lifts the front of the dress, moving it upwards to lay across his belly. Leaning forward she nibbles his ear, fangs grazing the lobe.

"I can move better if the skirt is not binding my legs..."

The words are soft, husky and she leans back, sliding her hands onto the hard muscles of his chest. Her nails tease his nipples lightly as she rolls her hips, grinding him deeper. She begins to ride him, long slow glides of her wet muscles around his engorged length. When she shifts to short thrusts, Tannr grasps her hips, fingers tightening to control her ride. Tori shudders and arches back, grinding hard against him.

Reaching under the skirt, Tannr finds her slit, forcing a thumb onto the hard nub of her clit. She bucks, and comes down hard on him with a groan. Sunk deep, Tannr grips her hips and forces her up, slamming into her again. her hypersensitive nub brushes his nest of wiry curls and Tori loses control, slamming into him against his fight for control. Leaning back, Tori rises, offering her clit to his fingers. When he begins to rub and tweak her nub, making her squeeze around him tighter and tighter, Tori slides a hand behind her and between his splayed thighs.

His balls are drawn up tight, and her slim fingers begin to roll them, making Tannr groan aloud. She strokes a finger over the tender flesh behind his sack and Tannr jumps, thrusting deeper into her. Teasing his balls, Tori squeezes them, tugging lightly. Her fingernail teases the tender ridge of flesh again and Tannr nearly rises off the bed, thrusting into her so hard, they slam back onto the bed as one.

With a scream Tori comes again, muscles milking hard, gripping and releasing his shaft, sending sweet sensations coursing through Tannr's body, Grabbing her hips, he thrusts up once more, feeling himself pulse into her, flooding her heat with his own.

Shaking, Tori sways above him, panting, waiting for the aftershocks to lessen before she lays against Tannr's glistening chest. He kisses her gently, a finger playing with the snake at her throat. She can feel his heart beating in time with hers, their breaths finally calming. An arm slides around her back and Tori rolls her hips slightly. Tannr moans happily.