Ties That Bind: A Fort Salem Story (Spitfire & Katu)

[katuzov]

Jonathan had to stop himself from kissing her as soon as she uttered the words, instead he allowed her to pause and continue. At first, the idea that she would let him take control confused him greatly. Was every hint she gave merely an act... though she quickly dismissed that thought by making it clear that his time was limited.

He kissed her, deeply and passionately as he pulled her close, pressing his body against hers and making it obvious how much he desired her. He pulled back just long enough to start kissing her neck. Step by step, he began walking her back towards the makeshift bed that had been set up for them.

Slowly, he helped her lean back so that he could splay himself on top of her. His kisses continued to move downward, towards her breasts.

 

[Spitfire]

His kiss set her alight and she felt like she might melt into him as he walked her to their bed. She moved with him, not a hint of hesitation in the motions. As promised, she allowed him to do as he pleased. Thankfully for him, it pleased her as well. She pulled his body closer to hers and arched her back to press herself into him. The feeling of his bare skin on hers was immeasurably exciting and she immediately found it difficult to maintain a sense of submission. She wanted to allow him time but she also wanted him so much.

As his lips began to wander, she let out a sigh of pleasure and her desire to take control subsided slightly. She left trails on his back as her nails lightly grazed his skin. A tingle ran over her body, radiating from where his lips touched her skin. "Don't stop," she whispered.

 

[katuzov]

He continued to kiss her. Though she was not his first, he couldn't remember ever feeling such energy when his lips touched the skin of a woman. He inhaled sharply at the feel of her nails on his back. It only propelled him further. His lips. and tongue found her left breast and began to tease her nipple lightly.

His heart raced, his head spun. This.... this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

 

[Spitfire]

As his mouth found her breasts, she inhaled slowly. She knew it would feel good but she didn't expect it to feel as amazing as it did. There was a strong energy that emanated from her as she exhaled. It practically radiated from her. Every breath from there felt like in intake of energy and an exhale of power like she'd never felt before.

She closed her eyes just to feel his touch and the energy that coalesced around them.

 

[katuzov]

That energy... Jonathan could feel it, it was palpable. As he began to align himself to her, the magical power around them almost seemed to solidify, an strange glow enveloped the tent. Slowly, he entered her, letting himself slide into her opening. He gave a soft moan.

He began to realize that the magic that surrounded them, he could sense it, but he couldn't truly touch it. Somehow he knew that that was for Esme alone.

 

[Spitfire]

Her heart fluttered when she felt him slip easily inside her. She had expected more pain, more resistance, but her body practically welcomed him as if he belonged to there.

With a firm grip on his side, she pulled him down until their lips met. Her mouth opened to welcome his tongue and she moaned slightly into the kiss. Every part of her offered to him was warm and inviting. Her skin was alight with the spark of passion she had for him.

As the power swirled and swelled around them, the intensity of her reactions to him grew. She began moving in time with him. Of course, she had no idea if what she was doing was correct, but it felt right. It felt incredible. She only hoped he felt the same. When she broke from his lips to breathe, she felt a surge of power. Breathing heavily, she looked into his eyes, her own nearly glowing emerald. "Time's up. On your back, Cadet."