Sunday Snog #104: Cat Toy

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Anyway, enough blabbing. On to the snog!

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“We'll have to cut them off.”  We huddled together naked on the floor, backs against the couch, each pondering the implications of Tom's theory. His arm draped protectively around my shoulder. Despondent, feeling lost and utterly powerless, I slumped against his solid chest. His quiet, determined voice broke into my funk of despair and sent a chill shuddering through me.

“Cut them – oh, Tom! How can we? I can barely keep myself from blurting out your secret when I'm in her presence.” 

“Her magical aura doesn't affect me to nearly the same extent.”  His smile was grim. “I know her too well.”

“But you already told me that as your maker, she has special power over you. How can you get close enough to slice off the rings - “ I swallowed my disgust at the bloody notion - “without her reclaiming you as her familiar?” 

“I don't know.”  He bent to bury his face in my hair, breathing deeply. “Ah, Shaina. You smell like a tropical forest. Green and bursting with life.”  His gentle fingers nudged my chin, raising my eyes to his. “How I wish – but that's an empty dream.” 

I cradled his face in my hands, then drew his lips to mine. This kiss had none of the feverish need of our earlier wild coupling. Instead, shimmering energy flowed from his mouth to mine, a surge of power that shattered my dark mood and, against all reason, kindled hope. I drank deep from him, then beamed back my renewed sense of possibility. We dream for a reason, Gram used to say. As I melted into my lover's embrace, I believed her.

He stroked my back, feathering his fingertips down my spine. As always, his touch awakened my senses. My nipples tightened into plump peaks, aching for stimulation. Below, new arousal drenched and soothed my recently ravaged pussy, which felt empty and hungry. Desire twisted through me, bordering on pain.

I shifted onto my knees to straddle his outstretched legs, crushing my breasts against his firm pecs and trapping his hardening cock between us. My juices trickled into his wiry pubic curls, until they were as soaked as my own. Meanwhile I probed his mouth, my tongue brazen and demanding. I'd always been a bit reserved sexually, worried about seeming too forward or slutty. With Tom, I became shameless. I knew, in the depths of my being, he'd match me kiss for kiss, thrust for thrust, giving me everything I craved – and more.

This time, though, he resisted me. My whimper of disappointment earned me a last quick brush of his lips, but then he disentangled himself from my arms and rose to a standing position in one fluid, graceful movement.

“It's so easy to get lost in you, my beauty. But we must think – come up with some kind of plan.”  Hands clasped at the small of his back, he paced back and forth in front of me alike a caged lion.

With a sigh, I flipped back into a sitting position. Watching the muscles flex under his gleaming chocolate-tinted skin, I thought I'd die if I couldn't touch him. But I knew he was right. 

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