"That is my wish..." Why did she say that? Her gaze didn't leave Uriel's. Did she deep down want to fuck him so badly?
Their hands were still paused above the button of his jeans. Uriel removed his hand from under her chin and stroked her left cheek. "Are you sure?" He really did hope she was sure. He didn't have any experience, not that he wanted to be a saint because he always wanted Gadrial and here she was severed on a silver platter.
Christine's heart was hammering in her chest - his voice was soft, and she took her free hand and placed it on his cheek. She was drowning in his eyes which had a fire burning in them. "I am sure." She didn't recognise her voice. . .it was full of lustful passion.
He was still stroking her left cheek. "Well, if you are sure..."
Christine bit her bottom lip. She was afraid that he wouldn't like her body. She had scars on her back and two on her stomach. Markus was responsible for them. "Uriel... I want to tell you, I am not perfect."
Uriel stopped stroking her left cheek. "You are perfect, Christine."
Before she could answer him, he bent down his head towards her and claimed her lips in hunger. She was taken aback, but she closed her eyes and placed her free arm around his neck.
Uriel parted her lips with his tongue to enter her mouth, and she let him. He removed his hand from hers that was still on his stomach and placed it around her back, pulling her closer.
She felt his manhood against her stomach, so she removed her hand from his torso and placed it around his neck with her other arm to get a firm grip on him.
Their kissing didn't stop. Christine felt she only got wetter when Uriel played with her tongue in her mouth with his. Uriel's hands explored her back, and his right hand slid down towards her left leg and slowly moved up.
He slipped his hand under her dress and lifted it as her caressed her thigh. Christine let out a moan against his lips. This urged Uriel on - he slipped his other hand across her back and under her dress.
Uriel pulled her dress over her head, and Christine's breasts bounced as the dress slipped over them. Uriel took a small step back to admire her. Christine's face flushed, and she averted her gaze from Uriel and covered the scars on her stomach. One was from her naval to her right hip; the other started from under her left breast and met the one at her naval.
Uriel dropped her dress on his shirt and stepped forward. He placed his hands on hers that tried to hide the scars. "Do not cover them - they are beautiful." He took her hands in his and removed them from her scars. He bowed his head to peer into her face. "You are beautiful."
Christine stared into Uriel's eyes. He thinks they were beautiful? Usually, when men saw her scars. . .they ran from her, and here he was telling her she was - beautiful. She gave his fingers which still held his hands, a light squeeze. Uriel smiled at her, and she took his hands and placed them on her back to her bra strap.
Uriel bit his lip, his hands caressed her soft back around the bra strap, and he felt her skin turning goosebumps at his touch. Christine slowly ran her hands upon his arms - she leaned forward, kissing his lips seductively, and closed her eyes. Uriel's manhood went into overdrive, he pulled her closer to his body, and his tongue was dancing the tango with hers.
Christine felt Uriel's manhood poking at her stomach . . . he was rock solid. She ran her hands slowly across his shoulders and raked her nails down his back. A hard moan escaped Uriel against her parted lips, moving his arms down her back and onto her thighs. He gripped his right hand, his left hand under her left butt cheek, and picked her up so that her legs parted and enveloped around his waist. He felt her wetness through her lace undergarments, and he moved his lips from hers and started kissing her jawline.
Christine raked her nails up his back as his lips moved down her jawline to her neck. She stopped her hands at his neck, raking her fingers through his hair. "More..."
Uriel paused at her shoulder - his voice was raspy. "More?"
Christine moved her hips against his groin. . .her lips parted near his ear, and breathed. . . "I need you now."
Uriel wasn't done with his foreplay - he spun her around, with her still in his arms and placed her down on the dining room table. He climbed on top of her, parting her legs with his knees - Uriel felt her breasts squeeze against his torso.
Christine licked her lips, pulling him down on her; hard and rubbed his back sensually - she felt his manhood screaming for release in his jeans. She kissed him without taking a breath. She slipped her hand from his back and opened his jeans, his manhood sprung free, and she gasped against his lips.
Uriel loved how her hands moved on his body, the tiny gasp she let out against his lips as his manhood jumped free at the moment of release. It made the yearning that he felt to be inside her even greater. . . so they could truly be one. Uriel drew his lips from her, staring into her eyes and caressed her cheek - she bit her lip. His right hand moved across her arm towards her back, and he unclasped the bra.
Christine's thoughts were all over the place - she was used to a man who gets her wet and gives her a quicky. She never thought that Uriel would be so sensual, so gentle yet firm. My god, his hands - the way they were trailing over her body - the goosebumps. She felt her bra unclasp, releasing her breasts, and her nipples were aching with stiffness.
Uriel kissed her neck; she smelled good, like strawberries mixed with a hint of cherry. He laughed mentally to himself. Uriel was ready to have her. . .he noticed her scent now. He kissed down from her neck, gazing into her eyes while going down slowly and stopped at her left breast - his left hand had followed down on her side, and she squirmed. 'So she was ticklish.'
Uriel's left hand was coddling her right breast. She closed her eyes and hunched her back upwards - he gave light feathered kisses on her left breast before biting down on her nipple, and a moan escaped her lips. He licked her nipple, going around in circles and entered the nipple into his mouth again, suckling on it. Christine dug her nails into his back. . .what was this? She didn't know sex was supposed to be like this - a love story between two people.
This urged Uriel on. She was responding to him in the way he wanted her to respond to him in the first place; yearning. He removed his lips from her nipple, he kissed downward, her body arched up, and she squirmed at the sensation that his tongue was leaving on her body.
He kissed her past her naval, and he dragged his tongue slowly towards her right inner thigh, which made her toes curl with delight. Uriel raked his left hand slowly down her right leg and then up in her inner thigh, going towards her fold. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now, she was squirming silently at him, and he didn't know how to read her.
Christine's head lolled backwards, "Uriel, please... please, " she was pleading at him; her thighs were trembling.
Uriel paused his kissing, "Tell me what do you desire, " his left hand was at the seam of her lacey undergarments.