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Bleeding Heart (Hat+Mouse)

Bianca blushed as she saw him fully revealed to her. Regardless of his size, she surprised once she realized what she had done. She moaned out softly when he kissed her sensitive neck, being to distracted to notice that he was cutting the rest of the way up her negligee.
 
Terrence smiled as his fingers ran slowly up her sides, sliding up the slits as his kisses laster longer, rising up to her jaw. So soft and delicate, so warm... He would definitely enjoy his time with her, for certain.
 
Bianca whimpered softly and moaned out lightly, her body shivering somewhat from his icy touch. She tilted her head a bit, allowing his lips more access to her neck. As his kissed trailed up her jaw, she leaned her head down lightly and met his lips with her own.
 
He smiled, kissing her lips gently as his hands slid over her breasts, under the negligee, his cold hands grasping them softly. Slowly, he moved her nearer to the bed.
 
She pressed her lips back into his, both willingly as well as eagerly as she followed him toward her bed. Normally she wouldn't have known how to handle a man that she just met suddenly feeling her up and kissing her so freely, but with Terrence it all felt so natural.
 
"Let's see what you're hiding..." he murmured, clipping one strap, then the other, of her negligee, leaning back, then stepping away to get a good look at her. "Doesn't it feel more comfortable that way?" he asked gently.
 
She blushed lightly as she felt her negligee fall down around her feet. It wasn't as though she was shy at that moment, though normally she would have been, but the way the thin fabric that once clung to her frame felt as it slowly slid down her body caused a light pink to rise to her cheeks. Her nipples slowly began to harden as the cool air rushed over her average size, yet still perky, breasts. She then hugged her arms around her midsection, not self-consciously though, it was just something she did.
 
He smiled, kissing her neck once more. Yes... So soft. He gently laid her on the bed, sliding into the bed beside her as he slowly pulled the sheets over the two of them.
 
A small moan fluttered from her open mouth from his kiss. Her neck was just so sensitive. She silently complied as he laid her on her back. She looked up at him with a light smile, leaning up to kiss his lips once more.
 
He smiled, kissing her neck again, then returning hers, holding her a little closer as one hand roamed down her body slowly. Over her breast, playing with the nipple, then slowly, slowly down over her belly...
 
She continued the kiss with much enthusiasm, her tongue sneaking out and licking over his lips slightly from time to time. She wasn't sure just what had gotten into her, but the was small fire growing in the pit of her stomach. She responded favorably to his touch, her hands showing his no resistance until he reached her 'sacred place'. Reacting almost in a trained manner, her legs press together tightly as her hands covered her bare mound. "Please, not there. . ." She whispered softly.
 
He nodded gently, his hand rising back up to play with her breasts slowly. He could respect that, at least, kissing her back with further joy and vigor. He would take his time, with this one. It was not a first night thing, after all.
 
She breathed a sigh of relief as his hands retreated to her breasts, her hardened nipples poking up against his palms. Though his hands were still so cold against her warm skin, her body began to adjust. Slowly she would become more accustom to the feel of his touch. Her body shifted slightly beneath his as her hands rested along his shoulders.
 
His lips moved down her neck slowly, gently sucking at the skin, slowly moving over her collar before sliding over the smooth flesh of her breast. His lips found her nipple, and his mouth played with it, tongue making slow circles, flicking at it, lips pressing hard against it...
 
Her body was practically on fire as he sucked upon her neck. She began to pant softly as she grasped his shoulder more tightly, her breast rising and falling more rapidly with her quickened breath. Then she would gasp lightly, her head flinging back as his tongue toyed with her nipple; a soft moan falling from her lips as her was left mouth hanging open.
 
He smiled as he sucked upon the nipple harder, lightly, carefully, pinching it between his teeth, playing with it faster and faster as his hand rose to the other. Slow, careful fingers toyed with the pink bud, pressing it, pinching it, sliding his hand over it so it slid over his fingers slowly.
 
Her body twitched and squirmed beneath him, her hands alternating between grasping him and her bed sheets, as she began to moan out in a less hushed tone. Her supple body had never known a man's touch, and his roaming fingers, as well as his skilled tongue, were beginning to drive her mad with pleasure. Her thighs pressed together more firmly, rubbing back and forth against each other as the heat in her stomach grew lower.
 
His fingers pinched the nipple with care, smiling as he continued to play with her breasts with his mouth and hand. Her noises were adorable, wonderful. He wanted her to really let go, to really throw herself into it.
 
"P-please . . . if you keep doing that, I'll go mad." She whispered, her palm pressing against her forehead lightly as she panted and moaned out softly. Her hand grasped his arm tightly as her back began to arch upward, pushing her breasts toward his face more.
 
"That is very much the point." he replied, then went back to work, and, as if to spite her, put forth all of his skill and his ability of his years to work as he closed his eyes, taking in her softness and warmth.
 
As she panted hotly and moaned out, her hand would move from her forehead to just beneath him. The growing warmth in the pit of her stomach and grown to that of a wildfire throughout her body, more especially between her legs. As her chest began to rise and fall with her quickened breath, her hand slipped to her mound and slowly inched toward the budding nub of flesh that was her clitoris.
 
His hand slipped over hers slowly as he carefully slowed his pace. Sex was like cooking, you didn't want to turn the burner too high, too soon. "I can help you." he murmured gently, keeping her at that level with care, looking her in the eyes. "I will be as gentle as I can be."
 
She blushed softly as his hands suddenly laid over her own. She leaned her head down so her gaze would meet his, panting heavily. "A-alright . . ." She managed to stammer out as she moved her hand away slowly.
 
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