Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Eyes closed, she shared in Quentin’s fantasies, imagining the future he described, training their daughter to follow in their footsteps. Mara was gifted in the force, far more than either of them, Kaydia knew. She’d be a powerful Jedi, given the right training and guidance. But if she remained with whoever had her now? Kaydia shuddered, clinging closer to Quentin. Letting his joke push aside the fear.
"Of course, I'm hardly one to talk."
“Can you imagine, if she’s as stubborn as you are?” Kaydia teased, snuggled up to her husband, “Part of me hopes she is, but it would be a challenge both to parent and to train.”
Sleep and desire clashed in her mind, but each of his kisses length strength to her longing. With the lights out, she could only see the shadowy outline of Quentin’s figure. Hands became her eyes, feeling along his firm back and shoulders. Thighs opened for him, gripping him, pulling him into her. Needing him, needing more, needing everything. That everything he had promised her the first time they came to Alderaan, when he proposed. She held him to those words now, holding him close, moving with and against him.
“Quentin,” she gasped out, between breathy moans and needy kisses, “Fuck me…love me…take me…” The senseless cries of passions grew quicker and louder as his pace quickened and his thrusts went deeper, harder. Legs tightened around him, moving along his length, guiding him even deeper to remove everything separating them. “Quentin…Quentin…” Her hoarse voice betrayed her tone, euphoria building and fighting against exhaustion “Love…my…love…my… my…” Her utterances ceased to be words, just worshipful pleas for more and praise for each movement inside her. Love and ecstasy bursting in her mind as all other concerns melted away. This moment, filled with him and his love was everything, consuming Kaydia as she let herself sink into it.
"Of course, I'm hardly one to talk."
“Can you imagine, if she’s as stubborn as you are?” Kaydia teased, snuggled up to her husband, “Part of me hopes she is, but it would be a challenge both to parent and to train.”
Sleep and desire clashed in her mind, but each of his kisses length strength to her longing. With the lights out, she could only see the shadowy outline of Quentin’s figure. Hands became her eyes, feeling along his firm back and shoulders. Thighs opened for him, gripping him, pulling him into her. Needing him, needing more, needing everything. That everything he had promised her the first time they came to Alderaan, when he proposed. She held him to those words now, holding him close, moving with and against him.
“Quentin,” she gasped out, between breathy moans and needy kisses, “Fuck me…love me…take me…” The senseless cries of passions grew quicker and louder as his pace quickened and his thrusts went deeper, harder. Legs tightened around him, moving along his length, guiding him even deeper to remove everything separating them. “Quentin…Quentin…” Her hoarse voice betrayed her tone, euphoria building and fighting against exhaustion “Love…my…love…my… my…” Her utterances ceased to be words, just worshipful pleas for more and praise for each movement inside her. Love and ecstasy bursting in her mind as all other concerns melted away. This moment, filled with him and his love was everything, consuming Kaydia as she let herself sink into it.