scots_wolf | OOM: With Moist while female

OOM: With Moist while female

Urquhart's room looks just the same as always, tiles and silk, opulence and comfort, as the door opens for Urquhart and Moist.

Only Urquhart doesn't.

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He moans and reaches up to put his hands on her hips,

"You seem to know what you want."

"Friction," she moans, moving her hips, "right there, where it feels so good..."

Moist moves one of his hands to add to the friction with some more pressure as he gets to a complementary pace,

"Like this?"

"Right there!" she agrees. "Keep doing that!"

She lifts her hips, takes him in hand, and bears down, impaling herself, trusting him to keep up the delightful friction with his hand.

Her quickness makes him groan, but his hand doesn't stop,

"You're impatient."

"I want this!" she moans. "Come on, Moist, I know you can!"

Ooops.

Hearing his name makes him stop, but only for a moment before he pulls her down to kiss her and then flip her.

He kisses her and sets a fast pace to satisfy her and so he doesn't have to think.

"Yes!" she declares, throwing back her head and gripping his hips with he knees.

This is delightful. She wants this right now. They can go slow later. They have all day.

His kisses her, not talking just kissing and even biting her skin as he finds the right tempo.

When he finds the words, he murmurs in Uberwaldian, if she wants Moist, fine she can have him.

But Überwaldian is sufficiently like German (which Urquhart knows very well), for him to understand.

"Moist between my legs -- yes, very much!" she moans.

He laughs and moans at the same time, kissing her and shifting so he can deeper.

She moans, and tilts her hip, to allow him to slide in all the way.

This is going very fast, but it is wonderful.

Edited 2011-03-06 22:49 (UTC)

It is and Moist likes that, they'll be slower later and he gets out between moans,

"Like that?"

"YES!!!"

Her hips buck, and she moans loudly.

Moist kisses her, suddenly slowing down so he can get deep within her and take his time getting to a faster tempo.

She moans and thrashes in wordless wanting.

That's what he wants and he moves faster, his own moans growing louder as he feels himself closer to the edge.

She screams -- literally screams -- with pleasure, when she reaches her own edge, a few moments later.

He collapses on her, dotting kisses and moves her hair off her face,

"Mm, beautiful."

She's unable to say anything, for the moment.

Her breathing is slowing down again, and aftershocks are coursing through her body in lengthening waves.

She is quite busy with that.

Moist gently moves off her, keeping his arm around her body and watches her face, this is a strange and rather fascinating spell.

She moves closer, with a languid little wiggly, just wanting to feel him, warm and strong beside her.

In any body, Urquhart enjoys the fascinating mixture of soft and rough that is so uniquely Moist.

He shifts to hold her and kiss her hair which is still the same though her body is so different.

"This was wonderful," she finally manages.

She turns her head to kiss his lips.

"Yes, we'll have more later,"

He lengthens the kiss, drawing her to fit into his body.

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