[q]That sounds like a yes then.[q] She whispered as she dipped her head low to capture Ella’s lips with her own. She didn’t care if anyone walked in, or came to gather them again. The kiss in the gazebo had been a threat to Ella’s father, so she hadn’t been able to memorize the way Ella tasted, the way her lower lip was just the perfect amount of pout to nibble on, the way the seam of her mouth might be teased open by the slide of a tongue. More than anything, Kaczor wanted to make sure that this was the kiss Ella remembered as her first, not one in which Kaczor had to act possessive and stake a claim over her fiancee to free her from the grasp of what was surmounting in Kaczor’s mind, an abusive family.
Still no chaperone, Kaczor had half a mind to slide down to her knees and put Ella’s knees up over her shoulders, to taste her, truly, before this dinner. To have the small woman flushed and sweating from an orgasm that would help make the next few hours tolerable. Gods knew Kazcor was going to have to ignore the more base parts of herself to focus on dinner. But she had uttered a yes, and so the kiss, continued – Kaczor was starving for something like this, had been for years. Was it moving fast, yes, but he didn’t care, all she cared about was that she was hers, and hers alone, as soon as possible. And then they’d work on being her own person together. She’d seen too much interactions with the father to let her go now. Kaczor teased the seam of her lips again, wanting to deepen the kiss more, to plunder what she could from Ella in those few stolen moments they had left.
The family portrait of course, showed two sons. The statue they were beside was of clearly a man, with a very effeminate face, and then there was Kaczor there, strong hands and broad shoulders, pert breasts and long silky hair, falling in waves to her ass. The hints where there, but she still couldn’t bring herself to say it, finally breaking the kiss after her lungs started to scream for a breath. [q]Keep saying yes..[q]
She huffed breathlessly, as her free hand went to cup Ella’s cheek, tilting her head up so that Kaczor could gaze into those eyes of hers. [q]Keep saying yes, please..[q] Kaczor’s tongue chased over her own lips, drawing in the taste of Ella, the waxy feel of her lip stick on her tongue. [q]May I kiss you again?[q]
Still no chaperone, Kaczor had half a mind to slide down to her knees and put Ella’s knees up over her shoulders, to taste her, truly, before this dinner. To have the small woman flushed and sweating from an orgasm that would help make the next few hours tolerable. Gods knew Kazcor was going to have to ignore the more base parts of herself to focus on dinner. But she had uttered a yes, and so the kiss, continued – Kaczor was starving for something like this, had been for years. Was it moving fast, yes, but he didn’t care, all she cared about was that she was hers, and hers alone, as soon as possible. And then they’d work on being her own person together. She’d seen too much interactions with the father to let her go now. Kaczor teased the seam of her lips again, wanting to deepen the kiss more, to plunder what she could from Ella in those few stolen moments they had left.
The family portrait of course, showed two sons. The statue they were beside was of clearly a man, with a very effeminate face, and then there was Kaczor there, strong hands and broad shoulders, pert breasts and long silky hair, falling in waves to her ass. The hints where there, but she still couldn’t bring herself to say it, finally breaking the kiss after her lungs started to scream for a breath. [q]Keep saying yes..[q]
She huffed breathlessly, as her free hand went to cup Ella’s cheek, tilting her head up so that Kaczor could gaze into those eyes of hers. [q]Keep saying yes, please..[q] Kaczor’s tongue chased over her own lips, drawing in the taste of Ella, the waxy feel of her lip stick on her tongue. [q]May I kiss you again?[q]
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